India.

The land which used to be called “sone ki chidiya” and the land which still holds the above if you are willing to blindfold your conscience.

The land which is inhabited by a very intelligent race and the land which holds the maximum number of people living below the poverty line.

The land where everyone has an opinion and the land where we comfortably run away from our responsibilities.

The land where poking your nose where it doesn’t belong is a norm and the land where we avert our eyes where it requires us to clearly see.

For we have grown a lot over the past half a century?

For we have progressed more than anyone gave a thought?

For we have the worlds’ largest democracy?

For we have the educated janta which hardly votes?

For the first time in the last five years, I didn’t go for the flag hoisting on our Independence Day. It was not anger, it was not some misguided sense of judgement. I just asked myself a simple question.

Indian and proud. why?