Nobody likes a rising global power and we must ask a simple question - Who benefits the most from tearing India's image to pieces.
As a matter of principle, nobody likes a rising global power. They didn't like it when China rose. They don't like it now that India is breaking into the top five.
I will never get tired of pointing out how momentous the the year 2019 was for India and the whole world. I'm not just talking about the Lok Sabha election. I'm talking about the fact that in 2019, India entered the club of the world's five largest economies. This marks the end of one era and the beginning of another.
In ten years, we would be in the top three. That upsets everything. The whole global order.
So it is no surprise that the global elite has become exceptionally cruel and vicious towards India. As usual, they have used their Ganga Dins in India to support and further their cause. I'm talking about the army of activists, intellectuals, op-ed writers, street protesters who have systematically undermined and shamed India for 70 years. They have always been the infantry of the global elite. Their livelihood depends on it. They grow up on a diet of lit fests, made up international conferences, fake degrees (honorary or otherwise) in fake subjects from real universities and so on.
- Abhishek Banerjee in OpIndia.
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The Post Office
There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no address. he thought he should open it to see what it was about.
The letter read :
Dear God,
I'm an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had 100 Pounds in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension cheque. Next Sunday is Christmas and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner.
Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?
Sincerely,
Edna.
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few pounds. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected 96 Pounds, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went.
A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God.
All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read :
Dear God,
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was 4 Pounds missing. I think it must have been those b******* at the Post Office!
Sincerely,
Edna.
Tailpiece.
Had got up at our usual time, the chores and was ready by a half past 9. By 10, I drove off to renew the Pollution Under Control (PUC) certificate from the nearest booth. On my return, I'd picked up the 1 kg packet of arrowroot powder for the old lady that I know and had topped up my Chevy and checked tyre pressure - the usual steps that I follow before a long drive!
Earlier, around 9, I'd spoken with Madhu because he'd called me up last night. It was just a usual 'hello call' and through his friend, got Lekha's dentist's cellphone number, the last person to confirm an appointment. With that in the bag, we'd rung up Joma - my classmate's wife - whose 60th birthday it was today. She was quite happy as Lekha had contributed towards the 20' video clip, made by her daughters to facilitate her on the occasion!
As a matter of principle, nobody likes a rising global power. They didn't like it when China rose. They don't like it now that India is breaking into the top five.
I will never get tired of pointing out how momentous the the year 2019 was for India and the whole world. I'm not just talking about the Lok Sabha election. I'm talking about the fact that in 2019, India entered the club of the world's five largest economies. This marks the end of one era and the beginning of another.
In ten years, we would be in the top three. That upsets everything. The whole global order.
So it is no surprise that the global elite has become exceptionally cruel and vicious towards India. As usual, they have used their Ganga Dins in India to support and further their cause. I'm talking about the army of activists, intellectuals, op-ed writers, street protesters who have systematically undermined and shamed India for 70 years. They have always been the infantry of the global elite. Their livelihood depends on it. They grow up on a diet of lit fests, made up international conferences, fake degrees (honorary or otherwise) in fake subjects from real universities and so on.
- Abhishek Banerjee in OpIndia.
* * *
The Post Office
There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no address. he thought he should open it to see what it was about.
The letter read :
Dear God,
I'm an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had 100 Pounds in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension cheque. Next Sunday is Christmas and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner.
Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?
Sincerely,
Edna.
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few pounds. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected 96 Pounds, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went.
A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God.
All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read :
Dear God,
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was 4 Pounds missing. I think it must have been those b******* at the Post Office!
Sincerely,
Edna.
Tailpiece.
Had got up at our usual time, the chores and was ready by a half past 9. By 10, I drove off to renew the Pollution Under Control (PUC) certificate from the nearest booth. On my return, I'd picked up the 1 kg packet of arrowroot powder for the old lady that I know and had topped up my Chevy and checked tyre pressure - the usual steps that I follow before a long drive!
Earlier, around 9, I'd spoken with Madhu because he'd called me up last night. It was just a usual 'hello call' and through his friend, got Lekha's dentist's cellphone number, the last person to confirm an appointment. With that in the bag, we'd rung up Joma - my classmate's wife - whose 60th birthday it was today. She was quite happy as Lekha had contributed towards the 20' video clip, made by her daughters to facilitate her on the occasion!
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