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From
Ishita Bhatnagar
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The veil of black, corrupt, lethargy, paucity, is pulled down, it reflects the light of hard slog which enables us to observe the world where the mind is led forward, with stuffed ideas aiming to improve the map of the degraded world which a time back existed, where people scratch the dirt and sketch the world with a brush of exuberance and some paints of perfection.
But when will this magic of ordinary hands run?
Only when we decide to become an architect so as to design the strategies of the infrastructure of our own motherland.
When we come up with a sturdy decision of becoming a doctor, curing our nation from the cancer of poverty, corrupt, negative, uphill struggle to survive, storming away of delight.
When we fix on to become an engineer so to construct a new nation of ours with truth, and honesty as its bricks and cement.
When we stick to a verdict to rise up as a weaver so to weave a sweater to protect our country from the cold which can make it shiver, freeze or even die.
When we decide to become a pilot to help our mother fly to the levels above the clouds.
When we are glued to become a goldsmith to carve the best of the designs on the nation to make it look better than the Kohinoor.
When we tie ourselves to a pronouncement to become a sailor so to sail round the world and lessen the distances between a common man and the blooming tulips as the result of his hard deeds.
When we decide to become a cobbler, to mend the bad soles (a pun in language by the great dramatist and author William Shakespeare from the drama of Julius Caesar).
So we hereby try to choose one of the above mentioned professions so as to leave the people wordless in expressing their feeling of praise and force them to salute the hard work and consummate intelligence of every individual citizen of India in constructing a new nation. This way we can reduce burden of sacks of affront and tears flowed by our motherland in the times of despair, and come up as a loyal child.
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From
Ishita Bhatnagar
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Today I will make you aware of the feelings and the thoughts which knock my mind when I am entirely surrounded by the nature. Some great person has said, "Nature is the store house of all ideas and the mother of all inspirational resources, and this quality of nature has inspired all poets, researchers, doctors, musicians, scientists, painters, wildlife photographers and the people who understand the silent language of nature."
Nature, to the person who comprehends it and feels its beauty, wisdom, ingenuity, shows its console, regarding vigor, lavishness and its purity or freshness. Every nature lover especially the poets look it with the greediest eye in order to capture every move taken underneath the nature so as to understand talks by the nature, it screams, it yells to save the life on earth from the greedy man who is fooled that he is in comfort, staying under these artificial equipments and thinks that he is the most powerful.These artificial equipments are like the shoe and he is like the ant under it, the time is not far when he will be crushed badly by the shoe. The nature will punish him for being proud like a peacock and for thinking that he is the most dominant and strong, for pressing all others like the left out members of the living kingdom and the nature at one side and giving them extremes of pain.
Nature if is the most elegant, it is equally potent and disastrous, once if it finishes with its patience, it will surely end the life on the earth. The animals, plants everyone will suffer, for the egocentric deeds of the man.
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From
Ishita Bhatnagar
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Hello friends, today my article is going to throw some light on the topic respect for a celebrity and respect for a common man. A celebrity whether ingenuous or corrupt, is always given a paper and he is supposed to move in pen on it in order to give his autograph and wave his hand just for working few hours that to in an air conditioned room with all conveniences but what about the common man who works wholeheartedly just to offer a comfortable and blissful life with all the possible faculties he can provide working day and night, sometimes without a roof whether it is summer, winter, rains, or even thunder. Does anyone asks him about his need, his dreams, his hobbies? Is there anyone who can cheer him up when he is dispirited? Is there anyone who can ask him about his health when he is not at hundred percent? If the answer for above questions knocks your mind as his family, then you are totally misinterpreted because in this self-centred world no one cares about anyone, even his family is greedy to eat up all his money and want to subsist a content life, they don’t worry for the man who has gone beyond his limits just to give every happiness existing, to his family.
A celebrity is shown on television for being a philanthropist, just by donating one percent of his salary, but what about him who gives his entertainment, his break, his holidays, his life to work without thinking about himself and donates ninety nine percent of his salary for his family’s welfare. Who is a true philanthropist, the celebrity or a common man? Does the celebrity ever donates his all, same as him? Does he ever think of losing his entertainment or his happiness or his life for his family? Who sacrifices more for other’s?
He is treated like a robot who can work constantly for others. Then too he doesn’t get credit for anything. Is it acceptable?
Now you tell me who is responsible more for getting people’s respect, the selfish celebrity or the common man?
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