Dear fellow Indians, When was the last time you felt proud of being Indian and spoke proudly of your country's glory? When was the last time you felt goosebumps on your skin, every inch of your body proud of the soil it has come from? I'm sure it was Republic Day, when you watched the show of power in the parade. Or perhaps last year on Independence Day. When was the last time you spoke of politics, and how the government is doing nothing for the country? When was the last time you felt the need to escape attracted by foreign luxury? I'm sure it was today. Maybe an hour ago. Is that how grateful we are for being born in this beautiful land? Is the country a disgrace or are we? I have met many American and European tourists who are absolutely awestruck by this paradise that we call home. Try to think of India from a foreigner's point of view. Think of all the things they would see and experience only here, and nowhere else. India is a treasure trove of fantasies. From Kashmir to Kerala and Kanyakumari, we have been endowed with the most picturesque landscapes in the world. It's a world of wonders and miracles, where we worship millions of Gods and Goddesses and have a rich culture that's knitted together by values. India has everything you need. We have rain, snow, deserts, mountains, sunshine, soil, sand, mist, fire, ice, life, death, everything in abundance. India is a cocktail of contradictions. You get to see the very best and the worst of the world here. We were formulating trigonometric identities and mapping the solar system when the world was busy annexing neighborhood lands. India was home to some of the greatest people in history. Valmiki, Vyas, Kalidas, Sant Kabir, Guru Nanak, Swami Vivekanand, and many more. We have complex architectural desgins, astonishingly accurate calendars, most humane and deeply thought out rituals, and most importantly humility and acceptability of change. It's true that we are a bit behind on infrastructure and technology, but we are way ahead other nations in terms of intelligence, values, and spirituality. Can you believe it, that India accounts for only 2.4% of land in the world, but holds 8.1% of its biodiversity? And on top of that, we are one of the most populated countries. Our culture teaches compassion. We love and respect every creature, every element of the earth is worshipped. We are the children of the Sun and the Seas. Strength and resilience runs in our blood. Our motto, 'Vasudhaiv kutumbakam' means the whole world is a family. And this was the reason why India was captured and invaded time after time. India was the most beautiful woman on this planet whom lusty invaders tried to possess. But they failed, because this beautiful woman was the mother of some of the most intelligent and brave people, who lost their lives protecting their mother. Subhash Chandra Bose, Veer Savarkar, Mahatma Gandhi, Lokmanya Tilak, Lal Bahadur Shastri, evey person who stood up against atrocity, and each of their followers, I thank them all for I breathe in a free India today. I can flourish, I can grow, I can blossom to my full potent because of these people and I think any set of words would not be enough to thank them. But these people had a dream. They had a vision. They were no fools, they knew they could lose everything they have in this fight. They fought for us, this is the future they died for. Now it's in our hands. We must stop complaining, blaming, pointing fingers, waving fists. It's true we are still a "developing" country. We don't have good roads, education, employment opportunities, and even basic facilities in some rural regions. We still are divided by caste and creed. Poverty stares us in the face. These issues have to be strategically and patiently dealt with. We will work towards returning the glory of our motherland and making India a superpower again. Your voice counts, evey vote counts. Be responsible, be proud, be strong. An opinion can change the face of belief, a thought can induce an avalanche of productive actions. Let's not forget who we are. We are Indians. Happy Independence Day! Jai hind! #freedom#independceday#writersnetwork@writersnetwork
I can't write anymore. I can't fathom my emotions and put them into tiny little fragments called words. I can't turn my tears into ink now. Writing is too delicate a task, you have to fabricate little fantasies of fiction that are bestowed with a dark reality;and my mind is a beast so untamed that it's running out of sentences and into the wild horizon. I want to scream, scream to the universe at the top of my temperament and tell myself things I never knew. I want to sing the tune of understanding and belonging to nature, where there won't be intruders who can speak a language. I want my eyes to be heard, I want someone to look at me and see me for all my vulnerability. I want to tell stories woven with mist and sunshine that cannot be belittled to words. My heart is brimming with emotions that are tender and wild and my mind has become a blotch of logic. I cannot write. Can you hear me? Will you listen?
Dearest, They say if you complete seven years of friendship together, you know that you'll be friends for life. But I don't think we need that long a duration to figure that out. I knew the first day I called you my best friend that this will last forever. And I am least interested in waiting till forever to confirm, because I'm busy living this wonderful life that's blessed by your presence. Days have past swiftly and I never realized how much you mean to me until we got busy in our routine and didn't have anything to talk about anymore. There were times when I doubted that our friendship was limited to school, college, and common friends. I was afraid when our conversation was reduced to Hi and Hello. I was afraid that something so phenomenal as us would be reduced to obligatory Good Morning texts. I was wrong. You, my dear, proved to me that friendship doesn't have to be interesting all the time, it doesn't need the drama. Friendship is how I send you selfies without doing my hair, Friendship is how I trust you when I feel things won't be okay, Friendship is what keeps us connected even when there is nothing common between us. I can tell you how worried I am about my career, I can tell you how my heart aches after a breakup, I can tell you that I haven't yet recovered from my past. At the same time, I can tell you how I forgot my keys at home, or how funny the postman was, or how I ruined dinner by adding too much salt. I can tell you each and everything about me, more than what I tell my diary. And that makes you special and irreplaceable. I love you, best friend.
We are still kids. We look for fun in everything, life is a playground. We know each other by our first names, and that is enough. What groups us is common games, not fast lane names. We see each person as a potential friend We don't judge by the colour of their skin We run, we dream, we kiss the wind School, homework, football and art Evening games, fights, friendships We never break apart If you fall, we'll stop play for the day But don't tell Mom she'll surely yell Can you run the fastest? Can you jump the highest? Are you the best at multiplication tables? They're the hardest We're still kids We're pure at heart We don't care what you're wearing Or where your Dad is working As long as you don't break our gang rules You're welcome, so come on in!