Proud to be an Indian!!??

My friend Rohan’s blog got entitled as above kept me pondering… He put forward this very interesting argument indeed, which me made me think, why am I “proud to be an Indian” which has an equally interesting justification carved out in my head.

Referring to www.rohubhai.blogspot.com where Rohan mentions that being born in India is a matter of chance and not of choice, which needs the least effort. Henceforth, is far off from what we call an ‘achievement’ and so its nothing to be proud of. Undifferentially, I accept his view. But, the choice you make is not about which place you are born but whether you’re proud of it or not. Now, let me elucidate my opinion for which I’ve to start from the start…

What is a country? Just an agrarian domain on earth that has a defined, though variable population. You find people all around the whole world, so what’s so special about a particular population of a country? Or rather let me rephrase it as what is so unique about Indians, Americans, Chinese, Germans or Zulus? The answer is pretty simple… they are the people who are headed by or pay taxes to the same government, follow the same national rules, follow the same time (like the IST for Indians), sing the same national anthem and foremost, are born and brought up in a common ambience…yet again defined by their country itself. So what makes them proud of the country to which they belong? You may not have a rational reply for this question if you believe in this sense of pride if you’re in 6th std and say this because the Indian cricket team calls for your cheering.

Now let’s look at it this way... You’ve the right to vote. Your opinion, though by a least fraction, does matter for the party that presides on the ruling throne. In fact this very opinion of yours becomes a question of chronic criticality for parties at the edge of victory or loss, when competition is fierce. And that is where you can say you’ve an indispensable role to play in portraying the rules and regulations of your nation. Likely, your role is not just restricted to such indirect means. Annually crores of money piles up at the government treasury, which is employed to craft the infrastructure of the country. All this money is pinched off from your dad’s or perhaps your own pockets as what you call as tax. So you see…that’s the way you are also architecting your country in a more than least direct way… politically and economically. Grooming one’s own country directly or indirectly is no less than an achievement. And where you’ve an achievement, no one can question you if you impose pride over it. That’s what makes an Indian proud or an American proud or a Zulu proud of his or her country.

If Abraham Lincoln is one of the greatest presidents that the U.S has ever had, then I believe, it is the people who deserve the credit, for voting him in. Hadn’t it been their consummate judgment regarding this man, Lincoln would never have had this opportunity bestowed upon him.

Coming down to my country, the pride of being an Indian still remains a choice. U.S is certainly not the best nation in the world according to me, even though the index to rate a country as the best is to scale its economic growth. But I guess, the attitude of people plays an equally important role to render a country happy and at the least worthy enough to dwell.

Indians, by default, are acutely adaptable, unlike the rest of the world. As I had mentioned earlier, ambience influences one’s growth and grooming. Indians share this “Desi” attitude that is driven by the “chalega” funda that makes them flexible in any circumstance : P Its like, traveling in British airways or the bullet train or the Caribbean cruise is an effortless task unlike commuting in ST buses and local trains of India…A country that furnishes your acumen to sqeeze yourself in anywhere…any situation.

Your country provides you the soil where you build your house. It is the salt of its seas that you taste, the vegetation of which feeds you, your daily bread. If your heart is vulnerable to the slightest of emotions, I bet, it’ll behold the loyalty towards your own motherland. That’s what I call “proud of being an Indian”.



I’m a Malayalee, born and grown up in Surat. I’m pursuing my graduation in Tamil Nadu and aspire to set my career in Bangalore. That’s four states in one paragraph. A country cradling in a wide stretch of cultural incongruity has never restricted me to dream beyond state boundaries but has designed me to pave my way towards my destiny all by myself. This imbibes in me the feeling…that yes…being an Indian certainly makes me proud. Thought, it’s not a house that’s doored with a tag saying “The Ashokans”; it’s still some place I’d call ‘home’…coz I love being here…its hell of a feeling that never makes me sad.