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Sometimes I Feel That Fighting Against Corruption Is Foolishness

  • Date Submitted: 09/11/2012 09:44 AM
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I am an Indian and I live in the most beautiful and exotic country, I proudly call it incredible India and it is one of the best nations in the world. I was, I am and I will be always a fan and a follower of the Indian customs and traditions. I respect the sentiments and the thinking of people towards there religion and customs. I enjoy living in my country, as an Indian citizen I feel that I am blessed as I have seen everything in my country. I was so much fascinated from the childhood that I was like obsessed to bring change; I always used to compare our developing country with other developed countries. I just loved everything which can really make me feel proud about my nation. Although I have not done any job of bravery and I haven’t done anything extraordinary to make my family or friends proud but my little effort makes me feel proud every time.

I remember I always used to talk about country and its issues and problems and current affairs and many of friends boycotted me just because they found me boring and desperate. For them it was an attention seeking motive, they always had a doubt in my feelings of patriotism and they criticized me million times for being a book worm. I use to kill my loneliness and isolation by reading and drawing, that’s only what I had as I cannot just bore everyone. They always used to tease me by saying that I am trying to act like any big national leader or some popular activist and I used to feel very devastated and pathetic. It was because the people who were my inspiration were not taken seriously by those who should follow them and respect them. The freedom fighters died in the war against corruption and to save the bright future of the coming generation they did this sacrifice which was uncountable and amazing but looking at that same generation who is laughing at there effort and bravery , I was heart broken. This state where I felt sad and helpless was labeled as my abnormality. Well for youngsters of my group, talking...

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