“Welcome
to India where the cows eat hay,
and we drive auto-rickshaws every day,
Goat meats, yummy sweets, wild monkeys roaming,
The roosters don't crow till five in the morning!”
and we drive auto-rickshaws every day,
Goat meats, yummy sweets, wild monkeys roaming,
The roosters don't crow till five in the morning!”
Welcome to India, where,
90% of the gods are women. And yet… women are raped. The country where people
openly pee on the roads and eve tease girls. The country where women are blamed
for being female. The country where corrupt politicians and government officials,
police constables and god men are accused of rape. Where “The Times Awards”
gets centre stage in a newspaper even though two young, brave soldiers were
killed and one of them beheaded. The country where women commit suicide because
of justice not being meted out. The country, which is filled with silent cries
of desperation, anguish and devastation.
But also - The country
where patriotism is at its highest. Where brave men die every other day protecting
us. The country where the Army, Navy and Air force protect us right from
Siachen Glacier to the tip of India and from East to West. Where every now and
then people who are working for the good of the country spring up. The country
where most people care to be honest enough. The country with the rich heritage
and traditions.
That’s India. Every Country
has its dark side and though India’s dark side is darker than usual, I’m still
proud of my country and proud to be an Indian. I’m proud of the fact that my
country is doing its best to remain friendly with Pakistan even though they
violate ceasefire rules. I’m proud of the soldiers of my country who have died
for us. I’m proud of the people. I’m proud of me.
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