THE CALL
It
was a bright evening. I had fallen in surprise when I returned home from the
college. Reason? My aunt and uncle were in my home, after a long gap. Enjoying
a nice dinner, I was supposed to drop them in their house. On the return, my
thoughts started flying…
My aunt resides in the US. There
the Afro- Americans youths used to play havoc with the outsiders during the
night time. I was struck by her narrations, when I heard that the same was more
critical in case of Asians. My uncle is doing his research in a reputed
university over there. I asked myself why he can’t find a place to do that
somewhere in India. Many successive students from famous institutes in India
were aiming at the placements in various multinational companies, with a few
exceptions. The latter are with an ambition to be entrepreneurs and researchers
in India. Though it’s credible to our heart, the continuing intellectual
slavery due to the former just pours bitter milk in my tongue tip.
My desire is to utilize at least
seventy five percent of our human resource in the development of our country.
It’s not that the country man are economically poor in a developing country;
it’s that they are lacking work ethics. Nigeria, though provided with a consummate
natural wealth, remains poor. On the other hand, the Taiwan, with a poor
natural resource, it is a developed country. Why? The main reason is its work
ethics. They offer jobs to other countries in the form of assemblage of raw
material into products, researchers in various fields etc. There is no matter
in talking about the UN’s Universal Declaration of Human Rights, as the super
five members of itself are just violating it. So it’s on our hands to level up
our sides on a better platform. Human resources should be exploited in a proper
manner by the regime as well as Indian based companies. A nice recall… two
non-resident Indians in the US after facing a dark life there, returned to
their hometown with a plan of extensive agriculture! Though they can’t achieve
it economically up to the mark, but can achieve up to the brink of their heart.
When my thought falls to rest, I open the gates of my house. Going to bed, my
heart whispers that it’s not just a murmur, but THE CALL.
“I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem.
Watch me burn.
Love always, Charlotte”
― Charlotte Eriksson
Watch me burn.
Love always, Charlotte”
― Charlotte Eriksson
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