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India's Fucked



I haven't read a book in the last 3 years as far as I can recall. It's really sad because at one point, instead of investing my time in video games, I'd thrive on books. However, I decided to start a book called 'The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck' and this time, I plan on finishing it. I highly recommend this book, by the way. It's awesome.

As much as this book teaches me to save my fucks and not to give too much of a fuck to anything, I have too much time in hand and too many fucks left to give, so here's my rant.

I live in a country where reading about rape cases has become a regular thing. And there are some cases which are just.. bewildering. In the wildest of one's dreams wouldn't one be able to imagine such a mishap happening. Major channels have stopped covering these stories because who cares? Another day, another story. 

I live in a country where the current government is failing on its commitment to win the trust of the minorities. Mob lynchings have become a regular occurrence in the country. In the state of Jharkhand, there have been 6 of such incidents, one of them leading to a death of a Muslim man, who was forced to scream Hindu slogans. 

I live in a country which is home to 7 of the world's 10 most polluted cities in the world. Even with thousands of problems in hand, Rs 2,389 crores were spent on building a fucking statue. A fucking 182 meters tall statue. 

I could go on and on, but it just gets more perplexing. I firmly believe one should try to focus on the positives instead of the negatives. I also believe that some problems take generations to solve. Poverty, population control, climate control- these issues don't just vanish in the air. I completely agree. But in a country where 8/20 doctors get bashed up once in their career, where rape and mob lynchings are normal to hear about, where movies portray and glorify toxic male dominance, where cities are running out of water, where women in the fucking capital of the country are scared to step out after the sun sets, something tells me that India's Fucked. 

Don't get me wrong. I know a lot of countries have it a lot worse, but that doesn't mean I can't rant. I love my country, but I'm sorry, with everything I'm reading, watching or hearing, I can't be proud of it. I could spend a lifetime signing petitions, writing blogs and sympathizing with the victims of every fuckening around the country, but I doubt anything will change. 

Until then, Jai Shree Ram and Jai Hanuman. (making sure I don't get beaten up)
Peace. 



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