15th August

Today my country turns 60... happy independence day to one and all...this was the day scores of freedom fighters sacrificed everything they had... let us take a moment and remember the people who gave it all so that we live free life

“Freedom in the mind, faith in the words, pride in our hearts and memories in our souls...." this is some part of a message that I just received... I salute my nation on the 60th independence day.. Trust me I can’t be more proud of my country

15th august is the day we r exhorted to unite and redouble our efforts to take on the world... I mean with the qualities we have, the world is a sitting duck waiting for us to invade and make it our own.. today is the day that our wise old men address the nation and make big grand statements about how wonderfully our nation is doing... god handpicked them so that we always know that what we could probably have had, had they been not in the way

Yes the economy is booming, but what does it mean to guy who works his ass out everyday and comes back home leading a hand to mouth existence... does he get his share of the boom... hardly..rich people get richer, the poor poorer... and the divide increases... not that I am doing anything to change it... but the problem is that it is only on days like this that I even think about stuff and want to do something.. Don’t really know what I would but sure I do...

August 16th and I am running ... running behind my life desperately trying to catch on.. Not sparing a thought for the sacrifices that went in to shape the country.. Somebody dying on the border has become a commonplace.. Why should I be bothered.. I mean even the Times of India does not give it anymore space than a motley column in the backpage alley..but I..I rush not worrying whether the the small beggar kid would have his dinner.. I still don’t have my reservations for the swanky dinner place u see..i rush.. The multitude of people waiting ... the roads bumpy and sad... but how could I care.. I vote and my responsibility ends there... now I am free to blame remember whoever I want for whatever faults I let myself be bothered with... not one bit my responsibility

I still have to reach somewhere that I don’t know yet and I could not be bothered yet... make no mistake I wear my flag as proudly as any other Indian would... but as I rush..I hear someone call someone hurt.. but I move on...

As I rush I miss my nation calling out to me..bleeding.. calling out to me every time it gets cut ...don’t forget I still am wearing my flag as I pass with a deaf ear.... maybe the next 15th august I might hear..or maybe the next