India My Country

India my country, a name to reckon with, a young nation, born in the year 1947, yet now one of the greatest democracies in the world. She is the Phoenix that rose from the ashes. Her captors, those who plundered and violated her, left her to die, with dire predictions of her quick demise. But rise she did, in seventy five years, a force to contend with. Her strength, her mighty population, namely the power of the young generation.

Notwithstanding, the violence that broke loose, when the British walked away, leaving a trail of destruction. The bloodshed of a partition, that was most awful, tearing a country brutally in two, displacing her children, causing untold misery, and yet, she did not buckle, but survived, to become a power to be recognised. In the seventy five years, her armed forces, have grown indestructible, and no friend nor foe can ever again, breach her borders .

Swathed in the tricolour, her arms outstretched from the east to the west, she welcomed all her people, to come and make a home within her. The policy of divide and rule,by the English, caused undue discord and division, but with her maternal love, she drew each one close, bringing unity in diversity, from the north to the south. Those elements, both within and without, trying to destabilise her, can never ever succeed, for ours is a strong and secular nation, as she has been for centuries .

Her age-old custom of generosity to those in need, opened the doors to the homeless, refugees from poor and war torn regions, seeking shelter in her land . The many religions, cultures, languages, traditions, and festivals she integrated in our society, and no power on earth can snatch, the peaceful existence of all communities. Our rich heritage of centuries, art and architecture, we each carry in us with pride and none can take away from us , our glorious history .

Her verdant forests and glades,the lofty mountains and hills, giving birth to mighty rivers that flow through her length and breadth, forming lush green valleys and fertile plains. After the agrarian revolution, she is a player in the international market and to some, known as the bread basket. Her wild life, the terra, fauna and flora, the beauty of the land, incomparable, defines who we her children are and no force on earth can rob us of that splendour .

Her children forced into ignorance by her captors , have in seventy five years, gained a level of literacy, that no other can boast. Her economy, which was in shambles, drained of resources when the British left, is now growing in leaps and. bounds. With our know-how, technology, and industrialisation, we rule the export market, in healthcare, pharmaceuticals, machinery and of course, information technology

Having the largest population, she is wooed by international companies, for her capacity for consumerism . The young we have many, a force to be feared and the world is watching India our country, which from nothingness, has grown so soon, to become a power to be reckoned with, a country and its people, once downtrodden, now reaching for the stars .

A nation, that was robbed and pillaged, dismissed as insignificant, much like a woman ravaged, and cast aside, rose to great heights, n seventy five years. She did not lie by the wayside, but worked diligently to reach great heights. A powerful voice now in world peace and conservation. Though she was vandalised, robbed and torn apart, she lost not her dignity. She stood before her abusers, firmly demanding freedom, from oppression . Not by arms and ammunition, not by spilling blood, but peaceful resistance. Until in the face of her determination, her captors, capitulated, vacated and set her free. Truly, a learning for each one of us .