Friends, I will like to share here a true incident which happened 12 years ago with a business friend of mine. His name was Harish.He was a well settled businessman in our business circle and was approx 32 years old at that time. He was happily married and had two little, sweet kids. He was very zealous and ambitious and wanted to achieve something very big in his life. He used to tell me that he doesn’t like India due to it’s unfriendly commercial policies and was of the opinion that India holds no future for him in spite of earning decently.

One fine day, he called me and said, Ketan, I am leaving this country forever and am settling down in the U.S where a close relative of mine owns a departmental store. I will jointly work with him as an associate and earn lots of money and fulfill my long pending ambitions and desires. I was sad to hear it, but still wished him good luck for his future life and then, he left this country, his motherland to find new horizons in the U.S. I bid him adieu with a heavy heart. After 15 days of his departure, one fine day a friend of mine came to visit me and gave me shocking news that Harish is no more and I exclaimed in horror “WHAT?” I couldn’t say any thing for a few moments.I just stared at my friend in disbelief. He said, one fine day Harish was handling his usual business in the departmental store when suddenly some Afro-Americans barged inside with the motive of looting the store. One of them approached Harish and demanded from him all the cash that was available with him and in the cash drawer.Harish just retaliated a little bit on which the Afro-American shot him point blank in his head and he was instantly killed on the spot. I was dumbstruck with the news. I remembered his words that he used to say me before leaving the country that he doesn’t like India, India has no future and he wants to become big and fulfill his ambitions and desires, but now what? What about his little Kids who lost their father? What about his wife, who had no other alternative but to accept his decision of leaving the country? Every thing was shattered. Still till today, I am unable to forget that painful incident.

The purpose of mine to share this incident here is not for humiliating the people who leave their motherland. God bless them who leave their country for better prospects elsewhere, but I really am surprised when such people after leaving the country where they were born and thereafter settling abroad forget about their motherland and sometimes even stoop down to say that they detest her. They are ashamed of their roots. What they forget is that it was first the soil of their motherland that accommodated them when they were born. It was the water of their motherland that they tasted first and thrived upon. It was the education and the teachings of their motherland that made them grow big and also made them acceptable in the country where they reside now. What are they ashamed of? Why do they detest their Motherland? Just because now they have no purpose and vested interest left here? They now speak ill about the policies, system and services that are being offered here and compare it with the countries where they reside now and then criticize their motherland, where the same services once they used happily. What they forget is that these things happen everywhere more or less. May be the proportion is high here, but that is not the fault of the motherland per se.

Call it my excessive patriotism or Jingoism, but I am proud to say that I love my country as it is. I am proud that my forefathers were born here and I am proud to be an Indian. This country has given me everything. My aspirations, ambitions, desires, success and my achievements and my life, I owe everything to her. I love my country to the core and am ready to do anything for my motherland. I don’t care about the dishonest leaders who do not govern it properly and are corrupt. That shouldn’t be an excuse for not loving your country, but I am definitely proud of the true leaders that this land has produced ever and which no other country has produced till now. I am proud of it’s rich culture and heritage. As a proud citizen of this country, I in my own little way and in my own capacity try to contribute towards her progress. I am living here with full vigour, full joy and full enthusiasm and will consider my privilege to die here and let my ashes get mixed with her soil, but before that I would definitely like to see it becoming the Super power of the world and that will definitely happen one day. It’s my unshakable faith and I am sure, that day is not far away. I will like to see that day before I die. I Love you India. Jai Hind.

Disclaimer: This post is not meant to offend or hurt anyone. These are my personal thoughts that have risen in my mind only for the people who in spite of being born here detest it.

Peace, tranquility and equality to all.