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India in its misries


The sad thing about INDIANS is that they are trapped in their past glories and are becoming more and more communal. Also, the west had a very negative impact on Indian culture, making youth here a new class of hypocrites, their (Indians) mentality is capitalistic and shallow whereas their ideals hinge on a superiority complex. It has developed into a deadly mixture, everyone has to prove their nationality, if someone voice reforming (or different) ideas, they are branded anti-nationalist or queer. The demographic dividend is falling victim to extreme competition for jobs and careers and being brainwashed to adopt the western lifestyle. What good is saved-time (from easy access to the internet and mobile phones) if it is just carelessly wasted (facebook, youtube and Instagram, etc)? This is not true for all Indians of course. But since its a highly populated country, no wonder these tenets could be seen in a majority. India has great potential due to old historical & cultural significance, physical and economic advantages, but a general shift in the attitude is needed in Indians, instead of being haughty, they have to learn to be grateful towards everyone (so that resources and nature could be saved for others too and a habit of sharing can develop). India was a spiritual country once, but after colonization, we emerged as more and more ritualistic, people spend more time at west-adopted TV shows & musical style. The quality of gratitude is lacking in contemporary Indian society (may be alive in theory and traditional rituals but not in conscious practice). India (much like elsewhere) is under western-culture imperialism. Maybe out of tough competition from within and outside, people generally are selfish and hostile here (aggravating crime rate can support this). Compassion is becoming a theoretical concept and the Buddhist and Jain principle of 'serving for greater good' is vanishing; anger & hatred for neighbours (even among citizens of different states and religion) is rising. It could be that my views may sound utopian and not just Indian in context but is applicable to the whole world in general. I am literally sorry for offending and demeaning anyone. This whole is my personal view and I am no Gandhi or Shakespeare, my words don't mean a thing

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