Sixty two years since we became an independent country and i have lived every one of them. Was i just seven years old when our country ran up its own flag? But i still remember the midnight candle marches,the awestruck wonder when one looked at the new flag and the feeling of pride when it ran up the flagstaff.
I was a member of the boy scouts at that time, or was it the younger version called the cubs.I forget.But distributing paper flags to everyone in the school was a task for which i was chosen and felt utterly important while doing this.
My only regret is that somehow the citizens of our country seem to have forgotten what a country means and what is required to be done for it. We only seem to remember India when a cricket match is being played. Rest of the time the chemists are busy taking advantage of swine flu and fleecing the public when they sell those masks. The politician is only interested in the security that he has got and the contracts that he can influence. The trader is only interested in the obscene profit that he can make by creating an artificial shortage.
