Vande Mantram

So it is the 26th of January, and I'm getting all patriotic, so what could be a decent outlet for all the pent-up nationalist feelings.....umm.....the blog that nobody reads ! Alright, well, lets see here, Republic Day brings with it nothing special. I mean, who are we kidding it's like any other day, except that there's all the more less reason to go to school. Just look at the flag get hoisted, and stand up for the national anthem.....yata yata yata, the whole routine. Well, does anybody care really. Not anymore they dont anyway. I know I dont. And I am not the traciest bit ashamed. Which probably speakes volumes for the indifference that has become so widespread that it has made the ultimate indifference, the indifference and ingratitude to the achievement of sacrifice, not that different. I know I've long forgotten the things that did take place on this very land. The incredible sacrifices, the now-unimaginable then-regular feats that were too darn many and common to even take worthy notice at that time. And now, all that remains of them are foggy memories, and unclear projections of the load of crap people went through. Those people had gotten accustomed to dying for India. Nobody dies for nobody, let alone doing it for an ambigous idea of a non-existant nation. They choose to do so, all by themselves, no pressure or forced recruitment of any sort. They fearlessly did crazy things with a spirit that has gotten extinct in a epidemic manner. The truth isnt concealed, defintiely not. We all do know what shit the freedom fighters and revolutionaries underwent, and how they toiled for the future India. An India that hasnt quite retaliyated to their dreams. A nation with citizens not knowing the diffrence between the Independence day and the Republic Day. An India not having the slightest clue as to what the processions led by chants of "Vande Mantram" really stood for. An India that's forced people to dash to foreign lands, amongst the same people against whom the entire war was waged. Its non-laughably bad. I'm gonna do straight-shooting here - it's an India I'm not proud of. That's that. I mean, no arguments about the absolute hugeness of the preciousness of our history, but what have I done ? What have we done ? A generation is slumbering......bah..and let me just do some admitting, big time, I'm most probably going to take the shortest route outta this country. Yeah, pretty much. Try to get a humble job outside somewhere. Now how do I credit myself, eh. How ?? I dont have the balls to stay in and do something. Yeah, I dont. Perhaps I do, but in this moment of time, I'm not going to be allowed by basically anybody to go down that hunting road. It's just a matter of not being able to pick the bones out, not of being haunted. And thats why even at the end, I have no resolutions. I have no conclusions. I am unpatriotic. I am paralyzed and blinded by loud and louder happenings. I am not brave enough to be grateful, since I do know that there's a huge responsibilty that that requires. It requires backing that gratitude up, with goods. And I honestly, am too startled by my own incapabilites. But then again, that's the same for all of us.