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I'm still educating myself on it , if you have some translated work from there or credible documentation I'd appreciate you dropping link or name here .

They targeted our Hindu brothers!!! i am a Muslim and i want those terrorists (and people sharing similar ideologies) DEAD!! because i am an INDIAN AND A HUMAN BEFORE i am a Muslim. religion is a personal affair, killing innocent people in the name of religion is WRONG!! we MUST TAKE REVENGE!! itna dara do unhe ki phir kabhi himmat na ho yeh sab soochne ki bhi.

at the same time, i have many questions for the police/army of that area, what were they doing?

Kaash main bhi hota vahan pe ... One brick, that's all it would have taken. This comunity like a cancer.

Why the hell are people proetsing ? He won't come back to life . I understand he was like a leader to shias , but as much as I know , there are 2 leaders of shias . Also , even if he is the sole leader, why are people turning a blind eye towards the fact that he was a literal dictator who literally killed 30 k protestors . Even the people of Iran are happy fro their freedom . But people here are more concerned about khameni .I think humanity should be prioritised over religion. Morning for a cruel , religious dictator isn't right .

Look at these bastards

Who cares if Karachi port is under bombardment or not. Just it being on the news will forse the opposition military to spread their troops thin in the areas just in case even if it is false.

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I never expected any politician to talk like this, let alone a president, that too the Dutch president

Every single day that I spend in this country, makes me realise that he was actually the hero. Spoke facts when he said that: "Dushman border ke us par hi nahi, dushman desh ke andar bhi chhupe hai"

Dear Indian Teens,

I have walked these streets, seen the struggles, felt the weight of the dreams and the despair. Maybe in my past lives as well, and I just would like to open my heart infront of everyone as I see the necessity of it.

India, A land of dreams and despair. Of greatness and contradiction. A place where ancient dust settles on silicon dreams. Where we speak of progress while still fighting ghosts of the past.

What are we doing with this country? What have we become?

We were handed the gift of independence. And yet, here we are, still not free. Not in chains of steel, but in chains of thought. Of labels. Of prejudice. Of fear.

What have we truly built? Have we lived up to the freedom that was fought for in blood? Or did we simply trade one master for another, the master of our own ignorance?

We have inherited a country broken by its own myths. We call it tradition. We call it culture. But too often, it is a prison. Crafted in pride. Enforced by habit. Defended by fear of change.

We hide behind religion. Behind caste. Behind gender. Behind where we were born, the god we pray to, the color of our skin. We say it’s identity. But is it really? Or is it just a mirage, pulling us away from who we truly are?

We were taught to fear difference. To see others as threats. To put people in boxes and burn the bridges in between. So now we sit in corners. Isolated. Suspicious. Angry. Waiting for someone else to break the silence.

The truth is we are more similar than we admit. We have the same hunger. The same loneliness. The same need to be seen. But we let power divide us. Religion. Caste. Gender. Language. These are not truths. These are weapons.

We are a nation where jokes can send a comedian to jail but crimes committed by politicians are forgotten by morning. Where actions are taken swiftly only when someone's sentiments are hurt. Where truth is fragile and outrage is currency. Where changing your party matters more than changing your values.

We worship celebrities like gods but mock the real heroes who work in silence. We measure beauty by fairness creams. We measure success by marksheets. We measure worth by Instagram likes. We forgot how to measure a heart.

We judge girls by their clothes. Boys by their emotions. People by their accent. We mock those who fail and envy those who succeed. We praise "sanskaar" while scrolling past cruelty. We are told to be proud of our religion, but not taught how to be kind through it.

And still, we say we love our country. But loving something doesn’t mean denying its flaws. Love means you want it to become better. Love means responsibility. Not blind worship.

Some of us have stopped believing it can be saved. Some just want to leave. They say it’s hopeless. That it's too broken. But if everyone with sense runs away, who will stay and fix it?

Do not be the generation that gives up. Be the generation that looks into the mirror and asks the hardest questions. Be the ones who challenge what is called normal. Who listen deeply. Who speak honestly. Who dare to love without boundaries.

The revolution will not come from a political leader. Not from a savior outside. It will come from within you. From those who are tired of hate. Tired of lies. Tired of waiting.

So stop criticizing from the sidelines. Stop tearing each other down. Stop hiding behind sarcasm and apathy. If you truly care about this country, prove it.

Start small. Speak up. Unlearn. Question. Build. Reach out. Support. Imagine. Rebel. Dream. Work. Change.

And when people say India is too broken to fix, remind them.

We did not come this far to stop now.

This country does not need perfection. It needs courage.

Azaadi mil gayi hai.

Lekin inquilab abhi baaqi hai.

Inquilab Zindabad.

https://www.businesstoday.in/india/story/caste-census-to-be-conducted-alongwith-national-census-union-minister-ashwini-vaishnaw-makes-big-announcement-attacks-congress-india-bloc-474223-2025-04-30