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Of chauvinism and true national spirit...

This is in response to the views of those citizens (politicians included) who are debating about the building of Ram Temple or Mosque in Ayodhya ...

No temple or mosque needs to be built to prove the existence of God or the religion. We have so many more issues to be addressed as a nation such as poverty,unemployment, under-nourised children, destitute masses, etc . Instead of thinking about these tasks we need to tackle as responsible citizens, why are we wasting time discussing about a temple or a mosque. A truly concerned and patriotic Indian would rather think of building a charitable institution for the homeless, poor, orphans. It could be a community hospital, an orphanage or a school for the children from economically backward families. Its a plea to the citizens ( politicians included) of India - "Our country needs help, in this difficult phase, do not let it bleed in the name of religion. Instead prove that the foundation on which our constitution is built is strong and the fundamentals of democracy and secularism are still held high in Independent India."

We are just forgetting the years of toil of hundreds of patriots for over a century to bring Independent India to existence... and instead contributing to the instability in the country.
Why are we forgetting over and over again with time that "Freedom is not attained for free" ??

The above write-up can also be seen on IBNlive along with other related viewpoints on the issue in the following link : http://www.ibnlive.com/conversations/topic/74487-1-3-2

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AbhilashVT said…
good post, good thougt

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