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The Many Hues of India

There are a billion Indians and a billion Indias. Each person belongs to his own India. Overtly there’s a shining India versus a slumdog India, a progressive India versus a regressive India, people’s India versus government’s India and lastly an Indian’s India versus a foreigner’s India.

But to every Indian, their India carries a distinct and a different significance. For some, India is all about education, for the others it’s about democracy. It could be about industrialization, urbanization and infrastructure. India might be synonymous to abandoning of dowry or effort to curb female foeticide or something as basic as soil for production.

For me however, India is a land trying to battle all hardships. Yes, India has its problems like poverty and malnutrition. But how often do we give India a leeway for being one of the youngest Independent nations?

We are definitely not as progressive as the USA or any other first world country for that matter; but at least we’re trying!

I do agree that gigantic industries have taken over vast farmlands and have rendered many homeless. But underneath this atrocious act, lies the hard-to-see reality that such industries provide more employment than a farmland can. The very same homeless farmers can find suitable employment in the industries and feed their families healthy meals.

On the flipside, the many loopholes in Indian agricultural development are backfiring on itself. Pathetic technological use in the agricultural sector is leading to severe shortage of food to meet domestic needs. A country that has been known for its agriculture and green revolution since times immemorial has now come to a desperate position of importing food grains to deal with its food inflation.

Making a judgment about a country like India is never the best way to deal with its many complicated intricacies. Just like there are two sides of a coin, there are both pros and cons of India. The weightage that you allot to either determines the India that you belong to!

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