Our India the Great.

 India, a country full of traditions and culture. The traditions of harassing people who are weak and culture of supporting the one who has power irrespective of truth and justice.

We are living in such a country where everything is developing like terrorism, child abuse, harassment, dowry deaths, etc except education system and technology.

Here, you can not name a movie tandav and laxmi bomb because it is an insult to the God and Goddesses but you can very easily expose and spoil any poor man or woman's life and good thing about this is that you will not be punished for this if you can give appropriate amount of money to police and if you are a political personality then nothing will be done with you, you are free to do anything.

So, I am not here to bash anybody. I am here to tell you all about two news which were heart- piercing. 

Yesterday I went through the news paper and I came across two articles which were horrible. 

First one:

A 23 year old woman was gang-raped by 5 men while going to home. So this was not very heart-breaking for us as this is becoming normal for us to hear these kind of news everyday but more shocking was that the culprits were given bail and the case was closed very easily through the power of money. Other thing was that the people around her both men and women, were not at all concerned about her condition. They were discussing that if that girl survives then what will be done with her. Someone gave a very good idea that if she survives then they will marry her with one among culprits whosoever will be willing to.

Alas! This shows a totally inhuman wretch of our society. That person was on death's bed and other's ........

Second one:

I came across a data of a survey that stated on average 381 people suicide everyday due their problems. We can very easily say that we have to fight against all our problems and stand against what is wrong but practice is more difficult than advice. The people who do these things are hopeless. They cannot find any way. They become entangled with their problems and circumstances. This is because of lack of awareness and knowledge.

We have to stand and do something or anything to stop these ill-treatment with our citizens.        

                     Written by Azze..


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  1. AyazApril 14, 2021 at 7:14 AM

    Amazing! I appreciate that you always write the truth without any fear

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