I live in a dark room, ignored for a year, to be 'respected' and 'honoured' only for one occasion - when I get hoisted by my countrymen on the Independence Day. My countrymen sing for me, children showcase their talents at school. That day, for me, becomes the best day every year because everyone looks so busy to impress me, but people usually leave me hoisted for one another day - and that's when I notice the real shoddy state of my beloved country.
I see a group of my small friends, lying on the road, being stamped by those same men who sang the national anthem for me the previous day. The ground, where I am hoisted, is covered with packets of chips and different food packs littered around me. "What's the use of such honour and respect for a day if you cannot maintain cleanliness even around the flag you so salute for just ONE day! " I shout but nobody listens, people see the litter, say something about it but nobody takes the step to do something. After a few moments a noble man dressed in torn clothes collects all the garbage and cleans the area around me, my hope for my land rises again. But then I see him begging to a man to give him some money to eat and the man only gives him ten rupees - and my hope crashes to the ground.
I get angry and wave with agitation, the man who respects his country's flag and cleans the area around it doesn't even get paid to buy a proper food but what can I do, I can just wave, like I always do. Like I will be doing next year as well. People who do the real work and show respect to country aren't paid nowadays, they are just ignored, like I am after the Independence Day - for a whole year, forced to live in that same dark room again. ~Tale written by Aakash Mishra
Happy Independence Day, 2018.
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