Friday, 25 May 2012

This is my real India ... !

A nation where Rice is Rs.40/- per kg and a SIM Card is free.
Where a pizza you have ordered reaches home faster than an ambulance or police, even if you were being murdered or having a heart attack.
Where a car loan is charged at 5% but an education loan, so necessary for our youth is charged an interest of 12%.
A nation where students with 45% get into elite institutions through the quota system and those with 90% are sent away because of merit..
Where a millionaire buys a cricket team, spending crores instead of donating the money to any charity. Where two IPL teams were auctioned at 3300 crores, yet still a poor country where people starve for two square meals per day..
A country where footwear is sold in AC showrooms, but the vegetables we eat, are sold on the footpath and very often next to garbage dumps..
Where everybody wants to be famous, not by doing good for others, but by looting others and finally getting their names in the newspapers through some scam or other!.
It's a strange nation we live in, where complex buildings get ready within a year while public bridges, flyovers and sea links take several years even to get off the drawing board and another decade to be completed.
We have malls, and sky-rises, with slums forming their boundary wall..
A country where men and women squat on railway tracks, with no where else to go while watching them from windows, are couples with three bathrooms and one for the guests.
A country where politicians who are supposed to serve the people accept money from the same people they are supposed to serve, then take a salary from the government for their services to the people.
We are a nation where we talk in hushed whispers about the corruption in the country and then dig into our pockets to bribe a cop when we are caught running a red light....
THIS IS WHAT WE ARE................
This is the state of our beloved country....!
Note:- Forwarded by a friend on the net.
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