I am not happy

Today, I am not happy, not happy at all.

I am not happy because of the tragic death of 20 (and counting) kids by the poisonous food .This is sad not just because it involves kids, but because this is not the first time a tragedy like this has happened and will not be the last.

Media asks questions to the politicians, politicians says that it's a media hype, they come on all news channel, they shout at each other for 40 - 45 inutes, they fight, they say "lets do"....all in vain.

I have never seen executing the plans they sometimes discuss on the panel in front of 100 crore Indians.

This makes me feel hesitated in saying " Mera Bharat Mahaan".

 

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