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Is India really Independent?

What is Independence?  Is it the freedom from external forces or is it freedom from inner demons? The demons can exist within the nation and also within us. 70 years of Independence. The nation has grown tremendously in all fields. Yet the common man still struggles for a day’s food. The basic necessities of Life are still a dream for many. Why is there disconnect between development and basic needs? Does Independence give us right to break traffic rules, evade tax and bribe or should it in still a sense of self displicine in us? Why do we run campaigns and initiatives for must dos like cleanliness and green environment and feel proud about it? The world has become smaller, thanks to technology. But our hearts have also become smaller along with it. When did we become mute spectators of Injustice or have we lost humanity. Our women are no longer safer. She has broken the social taboo and has risen today. Still she is not safe. Every parent loses their peace when their children go out. Is this what Independence gifted us? Even media and companies are monetizing the day. They are busy giving discounts and selling ad space and have we lost the essence of the occasion somewhere along the line. The day we become self displicine, and fight for a better nation with happy responsible citizens is the day of Independence. We are almost there and still we have a long way to go. Happy Independence Day.

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