Dear Netaji,
India’s free and thriving though a tad chaotic, I must confess. Rockets and satellites? Oh, we’re acing those! Yet, potholes still outpace our dreams of smooth roads. Sometimes I wonder, had we followed your way, maybe trains would run on time, and queues would be less... “creative.”
We’ve mastered cricket, Bollywood, and jugaad (our national superpower), but diversity? It’s a spicy mix—beautiful yet flawed, often more vivaad than dialogue. Your vision’s spark still lights our path, though we tend to wander. We adore the idea of India but sometimes forget the sacrifices and bloodstains that carved this freedom.
Today, corruption thrives like a parallel empire. Harami Politicians (excuse my language) loot while citizens bear the burden. Perhaps we need another revolution, led by someone like you, to remind us that power must serve, not exploit.
The youth? They swipe left on discipline but right on memes. Patriotism shows up—loud and proud—on Independence Day, then fades like a WhatsApp forward. Yet, amidst the noise, your ideals linger, quietly nudging us to aim higher.
Netaji, you’d laugh and cry at our progress. Wi-Fi’s faster than ever, but empathy could use a reboot. Politicians rally, but the real revolutions happen on Instagram reels. Still, in this cacophony, your dream of a united, self-reliant India stirs every heart, even if we sometimes lose the beat.
We’re a work in progress, Netaji—messy, noisy, and endlessly hopeful. Thank you for believing in us, even if we’re still learning to believe in ourselves.
Yours,
Zeal
Edited by Zeal17 - 6 months ago
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