Independence day
MOM & DAD: You need to serve India.
ME: I love myself more and I love to make big money.
MOM & DAD: You would some day come to know!
A series of incidents and I land up in US. In extreme vettieness I see tricolors on most of the random profiles on Orkut that I have been visiting.
“plz...do this...tell every indian to have indian flag as their profile photo on aug 15....try this...lets show our unityjust pass dis mess 2 ur frndz...... thank u”
Some time spent on reading about the Nuclear deals between India and US, I stumble upon an article in IBN.
Now I understand what my parents meant. I have been treading dreams of starting an Educational institution which would bear costs of living and tuition for some unlucky children in India some time later.
The pain in his stomach, the heat in his eyes and ears due to a fever, his skin slowly melting away, his parched tongue and throat, the weakness in his knees, the bones weighing down his hands, his lungs gasping for a breath, his heart pounding for a few drops of blood, death looming over and the boy’s wet eyes pleading to give him some food or a few drops of water, pleading not to take away life!
ME: I love myself more and I love to make big money.
MOM & DAD: You would some day come to know!
A series of incidents and I land up in US. In extreme vettieness I see tricolors on most of the random profiles on Orkut that I have been visiting.
“plz...do this...tell every indian to have indian flag as their profile photo on aug 15....try this...lets show our unityjust pass dis mess 2 ur frndz...... thank u”
Some time spent on reading about the Nuclear deals between India and US, I stumble upon an article in IBN.
Now I understand what my parents meant. I have been treading dreams of starting an Educational institution which would bear costs of living and tuition for some unlucky children in India some time later.
The pain in his stomach, the heat in his eyes and ears due to a fever, his skin slowly melting away, his parched tongue and throat, the weakness in his knees, the bones weighing down his hands, his lungs gasping for a breath, his heart pounding for a few drops of blood, death looming over and the boy’s wet eyes pleading to give him some food or a few drops of water, pleading not to take away life!
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