Sorrow of tricolour

Tomorrow is Independence Day; we have completed 61 years of independence. We have seen lots of changes and yet to see lot. We will all celebrate our independence day and we should as Indian. Sometime this day makes me nostalgic, I recall my schooldays when I used to take part in parade, When we marched with the beats of dream, you can’t believe the true patriotic emotion spilled out from heart. But now I and most of my friends just spend the day like normal holiday. All the emotion and eagerness are gone. I still remember I polished my black shoes, brushed my belt and ironed my white dress and all other accessories we had to wear in parade. The real excitement was when we won trophy; it was like we won in battle. Why should not we be happy we practiced for a month?

Today while returning to home I could see an old man selling tri color flags, tiny paper flag. Small kids and school student are eagerly buying those from that man. Tri color seemed very happy, It furled twice as speed as normal. It is the time for Independence Day celebration. You can see every where our flag buses, trucks, roofs, cycles. But have you ever noticed what happened after august 15, lots of tiny flags are scattered here and there as garbage. No one ever cares to put it back on a high place. That is our love and respect for Nation? Every year I questioned my self are we true Indian, Do we love our nation. People from other country respect their national flags but here we just use for one day then we never care. When all these flags will get respect and love from us as true Indian, that day no one can stop to be a great nation.