I Speak my mind

Our sense of patriotism is weird and some what unpleasant. It’s not about the love for your country,rather about how hard you hate Pakistan. I would say we shouldn’t be patriotic instead we must be matriarchal since we call India, Mother. Politics is muddled with religion, casteism and racism. They have no principle. Patriotism is measured in hatred and not in Love. Nationalists have no sense of nationalism. Here, nation is equated with religion and religion poison everything it touches. In this 21 st century where religion should be a personal thing rather than a collective representation, people still lingers on the values and morals elaborated by the religion for a group of people, when people used to live as a closed unit with minimum contact with other groups. Everything is global, we are living in the age of globalisation. independenceday2016speech.blogspot Recently some lawyer in Karnataka state, hit the court with a sedition case against a film actress, who jus

The sky was moody. I can see the grey shade caused by the rain clouds, spreading all around me. It was like, I was waiting for the rain to happen, like a hornbill. The feel was great and thrilling. A cool breeze swept over, making my hairs stand upright as if they are heading for a battle.  A black cat with its kitten was lying on the side of a concrete slab paved in the park. The kitten is playing with his mother. She is entertaining him with the wagging of her tail. The thunder sounded like both Indra and Zeus were in on the jamming session. The sound of thunder made the kitten jump up and started looking around making that sweet meow sound. But his mother doesn’t seem to care. The kitten looked suspicious,like he was expecting an imminent attack, and picked a spot very next to his mother to lie down. Like me, the kitten too was expecting something. The only difference is, I know what is going to come next and he doesn’t. I extended my hand perpendicular to my chest feel