Not a proud Indian today

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Delhi gang-rape victim dies in hospital in Singapore...screamed the breaking news ticker on this Friday evening. This heinous incident and numerous others that don't hog the headlines has brought intense feeling of shame, shock, disgust.

India is a land of paradox, we all have experienced, but how do we justify the fact that Goddesses are revered and yet this is how women are treated...we have surely transformed ourselves into two-faced, hypocrite monsters. God, in whatever form, who should reside in our hearts is merely a showpiece on the altar.

December 28, 2012 is one of the blackest days in the history of the country, more-so for those of us who are living abroad and carrying the burden of misdeeds of fellow country people, we have to take onus and responsibility!

Is this what our forefathers fought for when they took the country from the colonial rule to independence? Am sure they must be wincing and crying out...What have we become, we are not qualified to call ourselves animals, they have some civility!!

The euphoria is going to whip up, protests, debates, allegations, counter allegations, prime time news, prime time everything...and then, this will fade out out the public memory.

Amanat, as a fellow Indian, one is profusely apologetic, you have gone to a different world, I hope you can look back and forgive - though one realises that no words, no solace, no amount of explanation can bring you back, or the so many women in the country who face ordeal each living day. When will we ever learn??

Today, I am not a proud Indian!

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