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Patriotism

Criticism is oft our way of loving. What the heck, that's what our parents do most of the time! I'm indeed deeply in love with India, but this love is an offspring of logic and neutrality. After all, what's the point in being judgemental if we can't be judicious?
Nostalgia is often mistaken for patriotism, an insidious mixup.
I'm time-constrained, folks. But if need be, I'll continue with this fervent issue later.

Sameer, I sure hope you don't giveup on an imbecile like me!

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Anonymous said…
You think you can justify everything you say, don't you?

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