A NEW RAY OF HOPE


March 18,2013: This is an old one,I have written for the hostel wall magazine, decided to add it to my collections in the blog...

India 2013: The mighty land of India –the land which once was the pedestal of glory,culture and heritage lies crippled and devastated. It now is in fact a caricature of its past. it is bleeding with wounds of corruption, pollution, terrorism  and inhumane barbarism.
The  mighty Brahmaputra is weeping,the sandy deserts of the Thar no longer shines with the sun beams,Kanyakumari no longer blushes with the kiss of the Indian ocean And the Himalayas have hung down their heads in shame..yes India is dying and the nature is mourning...
It is time that a messiah comes to rescue it from the clutches of doom..and that savior lives in each one of us... we the youth..we are the hope, we are the change...We can alone join hands to lift the shroud off our dear nation and give it a new lease of life.
Everywhere around us as we see we are faced by innumerable acts of inhumanity...homicides, robbery, child trafficking, sexual harassment and we let it off with a sigh or a word of disapproval.  But it is time that we shout out our sighs and express our disapproval. We are the voice.....and let our cries be not confined to the twitter or facebook...Let us be heard.
We have done it and we can do it. When we took to the streets of the capital protesting against the unfateful act of DECEMBER 16,2012, the entire nation followed swing . People were aware and the animals of the society realized our threat, our strength. Stringent laws were made for the safety of women and we have shown that we are a force.
Films like Rang de basanti that so beautifully depicts us and our nature- we the so called gen-next are carefree, independent and fun loving...shows how the reawakening of the youth can bring in a revolution.
When our conscience cries to bring about a change maybe in the neighbourhood, our college  campus, our city or even in the country, let us not sit back. If each one of us step out of our cocoon and take a step forward we can create a path....
LET US BE THE VOICE OF THE DUMB.... THE LIMB OF THE CRIPPLED AND THE VISION OF THE BLIND..LET US BE THAT CANDLE SHINING WHEN DARKNESS ENGULFS, LET US BE THAT FIRST RAY OF SUN THAT PENETRATES THE MORNING SKY...
LET THE WORLD KNOW...
WE ARE THE YOUTH...WE ARE THE CHANGE...

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