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Friday, July 07, 2017

An open letter to Mr. Prime Minister

Dear Mr. Prime Minister,

I am writing this open letter to you today because one thing hurts me often. I am sure that same thing hurts the whole country and whole country thought that you are capable of solving the problem, that's why they all elected you.

Everyday on news, one news is common there and that is: "Open fire by terrorists in J&K. One jawan martyered."

We all know where these terrorists are coming from and you promised us that of you come to power then a strong answer will be given to the terrorists. But nothing concrete has been seen so far.

I still remember when all this happened during the previous government, there were statements by your government that  this silent government cannot do anything. Even now in your present government, all we can hear is "kadi ninda" from Mr. Rajnath Singh. 

If we have to hear these statements only then this job was done by the previous government also. Where is the difference, sir? I am writing all this, not to satisfy my political interest but after thinking about our brave soldiers protecting us at the border. They are also human being. They are also somebody's son, husband, father, brother etc.. What wrong they have done that they have to live in such a constant fear that an attack can happen anytime? India being such a strong country, why can't these attacks can be stopped? Why everyday a soldier have to sacrifice his life because of these terrorists?

Sir, I am not doubting the strength of our Army. I even know that your government have masterminds like Mr. Ajit Doval who knows how to stop these attacks. But why the government is not doing anything? Even the life of a soldier is very precious. Why are we letting it sacrificed when the nation have resources to stop such kind of attacks.

Don't you think that all this is sending a wrong message to the rest of the world that India is an inefficient country? Mr. Prime Minister, when you were campaigning, even Pakistan was frightened, that if you come to power, then it would be difficult for Pakistan. Your 56 inch chest is no more scaring our neighbours.

The whole country really thinks that it is time to act on this front. We have many leaders for doing the kadi ninda, but now we need someone who can lead from the front and can show the whole country that you are delievering what you promised. And all those were not just election stunts like the return of black money within 100 days of you coming in the power.

I don't know whether this is the right platform to reach you. I tried reaching you once on your app on an entirely different topic but haven't got any response, so now trying this.

From,
An Indian

Friday, June 09, 2017

Friday

Yayyyy its Friday!!!!


Everyone in the office back there was so excited and as the evening was approaching, glow on everyone’s face was increasing.

Yea and why not they will be happy? One is going to his home over the weekend to meet his family. One girl was going to meet her husband after six months who just returned from abroad. Another guy was going on a dinner date with his wife. Out of all of them, Rohan was sitting in a corner with no expression on his face, watching all of them happy, wondering what he will doing over the weekend.

Rohan also waits for the weekend, because he can sleep for as long as he wants on Saturday morning, but time stands still every Saturday morning once he wakes up as there is nothing else to do. His weekend too starts on Friday evening once he reaches home. Oh did I just said home? Oh yea, a small 1BHK, a small square divided in 4 portions, a room, a hall, a small kitchen and a very small bathroom. But yes, its home for him. As they say home is where happiness is, but he is still finding the happiness in that home or home in that happiness.

Staying alone in a dark room, taking a long afternoon nap, no hangouts, no parties, these all were punishments for Rohan earlier and now these are his new habits. He now refuels himself by staying alone in his apartment from Friday evening until Monday morning. His laptop, cellphone and new JBL speakers are his partners in crime.

Amidst a polluted city, on a sleepless night, in a rented room he often wonders whether this was all he aspired for.