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A note on Independance Day..

On any day of the year if you walk down the streets of any Indian city you will see people rushing about their businesses, kids running around enjoying their carelessness so on and so forth. There would be the sounds of men shouting on the street, cars honking, sounds of machines running etc. But what you would never hear on a day like that is music, specially patriotic music or the national anthem, being played loudly in the open for all to hear and the Tricolour being brandished from every possible nook and corner of the city around you.

Its quite surprising how Indians wake up to celebrate their Independance Day and showing off their patriotic fervour only on 15th August. Every home, car and person would be brandishing the Tricolour on this day. You'll see kids running around waving the flag high and people paying a lot of respect to the flag and even saluting the flag like military cadets. You will notice a very strong love shown by the Indians towards the national flag, but the very next day if you go out for a walk you will notice people rushing about their businesses walking on and stamping on top of the flag devoid of all love and patriotic feeling.

On a normal day if you were to abuse the country in front of another Indian nothing wud happen, most probably he would agree with you and abuse the country rite back. But dont think of doing this on 15th of August. You'd certainly get hammered by a 100 or so people around you. The patriotic zeal of an Indian is a very strong emotion. But surprisingly it emotes only on one day of the year.

To the Indians, show off is everything. Its the clever people who show the rite kind of feelings at the rite time and manipulate dump citizens who do not understand enough to look into the depth of the situation. For e.g. a criminal who wants to go into politics would show the rite patriotic zeal on 15th August and with a few cleverly drafted words would convince the people that he is a true patriot and should be allowed to rule the country. The Indians like always, will be dumb, they will ignore all the newspaper articles and accusations against the clever criminal and vote for him and thus he becomes a part of the government and works for his selfish gains rather than the citizens. And thus we solve the question of how criminals get into politics.

Hail India! Hail the Indians! Happy Independance Day!

Satyameva Jayate

-->SJ

p.s. Lets just hope that Indians wake up to realise their hypocrisy and come to realise that its the individual citizen's credulity and integrity is what matters that makes a nation prosper and respected.
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Si_Lee said…
"To the Indians, show off is everything."
Ah finally someone talking on my frequency ...
very well said ..
welcome here
August 17, 2008 at 10:43 PM
Kartz said…
And not to forget- Some tricolours strewn on the streets soon after Independence Day...

"And thus we solve the question of how criminals get into politics." and we end up saying, shoot down the politicians; they are crooks...

Hypocrisy, thy name is _____... I leave it to you to fill it.
August 17, 2008 at 11:47 PM
Priya Joyce said…
I think frnd even on Independence day we don't find such celebrations as we find on Id Diwali and christmas. We see gr8 enthusiasm on such days and even on frndship days valentine days but not on independence days.
Arre I hav picked up flags frm the ground on Independence days.
People take new decisions and start new forums on religious fests and also say hamaari matrabhoomi sabse mahaan hai shame it is not patriotic even then showing off,.Ha If u ask people do they watch national (flag hoist) on that day many will say ha is there sumthng like tat.
August 18, 2008 at 3:24 PM
Tushar Mangl said…
Harsh,Bitter truth written Here
*Sigh*
August 21, 2008 at 12:39 AM
Sushant said…
As a reply to all: (or an add-on whichever u may perceive)

1> Oscar Wilde: The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

2> The Bible, John 8:32: The truth shall make you free.

'Tis the truth that lightens the path through falsehood unto the light.
August 22, 2008 at 3:22 AM
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