A boy, born in the small, sleep city of aurangabad.....
He loved his country a lot...
My PM's a sikh, president a muslim...
India is great, india is great he thought....
He read:
2nd fastest growing economy- india...
Third largest army- India..
Biggest democracy-India....
Hindu muslim bhai bhai- India...
Unity in diversity-India...
India is great, india is great he thought.....
But then he grew up.....stepped out of school......a man, confident in his destiny, proud of his country....
And then he saw this:
Rich richer, poor poorer-India....
Hindu muslim enemy enemy-India...
Tribals kicked out of their homes, out of their lands-India...
State terrorism in kashmir-India...
Babri masjid, Boom bombs, godhra burning, massacre in gujrat, boom boom boom, more bombs...
Divide And Rule- Politicians Of India...
THIS IS NOT MY INDIA, THIS IS NOT MY INDIA....
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