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It’s extremely annoying when I find people vehemently criticizing India for pursuing the nuclear or space program. Here’s my say on the BBC’s Have Your Say:

To all the myopic people who keep saying that India should be spending money on alleviating poverty instead of pursuing the space program, here's a suggestion: why don't you come to India and tell us what exact formula you have in mind? Do you recommend minting money and throwing them at the poor?

Poverty is a malady whose anodyne lies in effective use of resources. One of the best resources we have is in the exploitation of our scientific knowhow. Space exploration is a step towards that end.

I could have gone on and on but for the size limit. I hope the hard-pressed moderator clears the huge queue and publishes my say.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I don't believe it .... Deep speaking up FOR India!
Deepanjan said…
Deep speaks FOR India often. But he doesn't shy away from criticizing India!

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