At a gathering,a young man with sparkling eyes,who worked for the army announced, how proud he was to have been born in this country, and given a chance,would smilingly lay is life down for it.Hearing this , a drunk cynic remarked, "Sure , you ought to be.Because if you live to retire, you may go home with a few medals and a pension benefit, perhaps.But if you get your 'chance' the media will cover you,and the country will thank the hero-that-was.Atleast for a little while you will be a celebrity.Nevermind that after a few days your memories are trashed with the old newspapers.O ,Dont wonder about your family at all, the country promises 25 kg of rice every month, at Rs3 a kg.What fortune that you were born here!"
There indeed are no ends to the atrocities prevailing.The deserving dont get their dues.The corrupt,prosper.The ruthless are celebrated,the gentle are taken to be fools.Those in authority and power treat others as their inherited slaves and keep the seats within their family.Those who can make a difference if they wanted , do not have the much needed vertebra.The poor are hapless ,rich are crushing while the rest in the middle - think that the whole country is an extension of their dumpyards.
One is awestruck at the sheer lack of basic civic sense or responsible parenting - leave alone the hope of contemplative responsible citizenry.Its quite commonplace to find the neighbour carry his three little children together on one bike ,to school everyday.Or the shopkeeper dispose his waste just on the sides of the pavement, or the pedestrian spit his phlegm in a parabolic motion - nonchalant whether it landed neatly on the other man who walked barely a metre behind him.
Apparently, there is no reason to be proud.But there is more to this country than meets the eye
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