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India is like a vehicle whose driver is always looking into the rear-view mirror. Our leaders and too many citizens are stuck in the past. They are always busy digging up gems from the past. It is nice to belong to a civilisation that has a great history. But to be buried in that history is quite insane.
Either we are stuck with the glories of the past or we are picking the errors from the same place. Glories belong to the ancient past and the errors belong to rather recent past: that’s the only difference. The recent past stretches from Nehru and his ‘dynasty’ to the Mughals. While the ancient India knew everything from nuclear physics to the Internet, Nehru and his dynasty were an ignorant and vicious lot that ruined the great civilisation of the past. The degeneration began with the Mughals, of course.
Whether the Mughals and his successors committed all the historical blunders is immaterial if progress is what we want. It’s no use looking back and grumbling about the ditches and potholes on the roads that we have already traversed. We should deal with the present if we wish to forge a great future. The present is all that we have right now. We can act only in the present. And action is what is required; not grumbling or nitpicking.
The past is dead; bury it. The future is yet to be; shape it. The present regime has wasted six years obsessed with the past. As a result India has become one of the worst nations in the world today. More poverty, more unemployment, more corruption, more violence, more hatred, an endless list of evils is what we now have because of our absurd obsession with the past. Too many of us are busy trying to correct the mistakes of the past. That’s a totally useless activity.
Liberate yourself from the past. Live here and now. Deal with the problems of today. There is no other way if you wish to create a bright future.

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  1. Right you are Sir. If not for the (selfish and manipulative) politicians, this lesson is meant for the commoners all over the nation. Let's learn it and keep ourselves reminding everyday so that we do not fall into the trap of the dirty (and complex) politics being relentlessly played with us by the shrewd ones.

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    1. Thank you, Jitender, for the endorsement. If only all of us realised the importance of the here and now, India would be such a nice place.

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