Dear Team India, You know that cricket is celebrated like festival in India. It runs like blood in the veins of every Indian, be it rich or poor. No Wonder the anxiety and anticipation of India-Australia cricket quarterfinals on 24 th March 2011 overshadowed the death anniversary of Shahid Bhagat Singh that fell on 23 rd March, 2011 (his 80 th death anniversary). No one for once remembered, forget paying tribute, the young man who sacrificed his life at the age of 23 for independent India. The nation was enthralled with the anticipation of witnessing Sachin’s 100th century in international cricket and his 18000 run feast. Let’s not forget how many ‘havans’ and ‘special prayers’ were done for your victory against Australia in the quarterfinals. The martyrs of the past are now the part of history textbook but you the Indian Team are the current heroes of the Nation. We look up to you to give us something, a recognition of “sporty India”; a recognition apart from the “poor victims of...
Ms Mayawati does it yet again. Her grandiose display of wealth earlier by means of heavy studded diamond necklaces was not enough to appease her vanity so now she comes with a new display of currency garlands. A huge applause and word of thanks from all the countrymen Ms Mayawati. Mayawati has yet again proved that she and her party members give no regards to the plight of the poor in their own state and the nation. Their profuse wealth is on display every now and then, which is an open challenge to the people everytime, that this is the power that we have by high-end corruption, stop us if you can. If even a single minister of BSP had to plough the farm, lift the loads, work day and night to earn that penny; they would have realized the worth of money. But fortunately for them money comes from all illegal activities, extortions, bribery, murders and all they have to do is to bribe the voters, threaten the people to win the next poll, so this money would keep flowing. I stress on ed...
There were times when even the smallest of the gifts were the most cherished ones and there are times when even the costliest gifts seem so petty. How even a comic book was the most cherished gift I got in my childhood and now even the 50k bike was not good enough for me. How even the 10Rupee note was once so gratifying for the new year celebration and now even a 1000 seems so scrimpy. There were times when I thought that love is as pure as sapphire and then there was a time when I learnt that love was just a profane desire. There were times when even the biggest of disputes/fights that I had with friends in the morning got resolved by the evening and then there are times when even the smallest of altercations have taken years and still there are no resolutions. There were times when I was taught that to lie/cheat is the biggest crime and how now I cheat myself and others to earn the green bucks. I have grown up and in the transition from a child, I have lost somethings and acquired so...
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