{"id":3576,"date":"2020-10-11T03:55:37","date_gmt":"2020-10-11T03:55:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/?p=3576"},"modified":"2020-10-11T03:55:39","modified_gmt":"2020-10-11T03:55:39","slug":"the-tale-of-my-country","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/2020\/10\/11\/the-tale-of-my-country\/","title":{"rendered":"The tale of my country"},"content":{"rendered":"Reading Time: <\/span> 4<\/span> minutes<\/span><\/span>\n

The tale of my country<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am Bharat, the land of sages and spiritualism,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Having my name christened from,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The name of brave son of,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shakuntala and King Dushyant \u2013 Bharat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have seen the years come and go,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Years turned to decades,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Decades into centuries,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Centuries turned to the millennium,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And millennium changed into Time-Periods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I have seen the birth of Maryada Purushotam Shri Rama<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the examples-setting Shri Krishna leelas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have seen the deadly battles of Mahabharat,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fought between brothers and relatives,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wiping out my fringe from all great warriors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the birth of Great Gautam Buddha<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Spreading the sweetness of love and peace,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And also the nativity of Mahaveer,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emphasizing on penance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I have seen the valour of Porous, the patriot,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have witnessed the great teacher and disciple duo –<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The great economist Chanakya and Chandragupta Maurya,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who brought the golden age to my credits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have been the spectator of transformation<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of Chanda Ashoka to Dharma Ashoka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I have also witnessed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mingling of Sufism,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the rule of Ghori and Ghazni,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The ransacking of the temples, and<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The rise of Slave, Khilji and Lodi Dynasties,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have welcomed all my invaders with an open heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the rise of Akbar to power,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With nine noble jewels – Navratnas in his court,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have been the silent viewer of the barbarism of Aurangzeb,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the revolution by Marathas and Sikhs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Under Shivaji Maharaja and Guru Hargobind Saheb Ji,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To live a life of dignity and respect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have seen the cruelty of the British Raj<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over my poor citizens and the beginning of <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The modern era with my martyred sons \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bhagat Singh, Rajguru, Sukhdev,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The torch-bearers of peace and non-violence,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Mahatma Gandhi and Chacha Nehru,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was proud of the formation of my army \u2013 Indian Army,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By my true son, Subash Chandra Bose,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have silently watched,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bloodbath after brutally,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tearing me into two parts \u2013 India and Pakistan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I thought the time for peace has come,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My children will live together and<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My upcoming days will be filled<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With prosperity and dignity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But something else had already<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Been decided by fate for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I again witnessed the war<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Between two of my newly<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Formed children \u2013 Pakistan and India,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My patience was again tested<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When China attacked me and<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Caused havoc on my army.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was the mute spectator of the sudden demise<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of my lal, Lal Bahadur Shastri,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In foreign soil \u2013 away from home,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who called for \u201cJai Jawan, Jai Kisan\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the assassination of my daughter – Indira Gandhi<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and my young son \u2013 Rajeev Gandhi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watched my farmer sons<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Becoming self-reliant through Green Revolution<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Followed by the White Revolution,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the contribution of,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tatas, Birlas in building the nation,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the Ambanis \u2013 new to the billionaire gang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw my inhabitants dancing to the tunes of<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dilip Kumar & Meena Kumari and Raj Kapoor & Nargis,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the first-ever superstar of Bollywood \u2013 Rajesh Kumar<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And Rajnikant \u2013 that of Tollywood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the craze for cricket<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And worshipping of Sachin, as God to cricket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the transition of the economy from<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Closed market to that of Open market<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the newspaper changing to 24\/7 news,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pen and paper changing to keyboards and mouse,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Books changing to online pdfs and virtual libraries,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The transportation changing from<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Buses and Trains to Metros and Planes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The attire changing from<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sarees to jeans and tees,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dhotis to shirts and pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I witnessed the people outlook<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Changing from vernacular schools<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To English medium schools<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To the latest E-learning,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The craze for rice, dal and sabzi<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Replaced with pizzas, mocktails, and noodles,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The family tree changing from joint to nuclear,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With peoples becoming busy in their chores,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And no time for anyone, with the motto \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only WhatsApp! No time to talk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I stand visualizing the change in my citizens,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forgetting their traditional beliefs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And engaging in western lifestyles,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The incidents of cheating, murders, rapes and trafficking,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Have burnt my soul and left it injured,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My soul cries when I see,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My children go to sleep,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without any food to eat and,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clean water to drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thought of another invasion,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From foreign nations torments me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The dirty politics to gain power,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the corruption in the governance<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Has left me lurched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The decisions of demonetization and lockdown,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Have been welcomed by me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the plights of my children \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The poor and the migrant labourers<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Have left me thinking –<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Was this the reason<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why I had been formed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the tectonic movements of Earth\u2019s plates,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Was this the reason for my very existence,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where I have to die every single day,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With my sons and daughters,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not in the border only<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But also within my boundaries<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As a mother, who has been witnessing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All the atrocities throughout her existence,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Has been in dark shadows of slavery,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Has been in poor light<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the land of snake-charmers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is this what have I imagined?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is this what I have wanted?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In true sense, I will be happy<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When my peoples will take care of me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When my children will stand for me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When they will create a Ram Rajya,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where there is only love and respect,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Along with peace and togetherness,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where the constitution is actually,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the People, Of the People, For the People<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only then I will be called \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA Golden Bird\u201d or \u201cA Golden Heritage\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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