Proud To Be An Indian

Proud to be an Indian - and to all those who question why we are where we are and put the basic "shame on India's development / corruption / politics ...... etc" - why dont you roll up your sleeves and make a difference - dont run away - India requires all of us today to do our two bits to make it a better place!!!!!

YES, YES & YES again, but no offence meant to anyone here please.

Pankaj my friend, you are right by all counts & I'll stand by you anytime. Yes, Yes & Yes again. I second all that you have posted here & your subsequent post. That's reality staring every Indian in the face for now.

Hi jaideep

Thanks for your support. I do not mean any offence to anyone here or any where. We are all proud to be an Indian. We had golden past and will have it again. But it will not be given to us on a platter. We have to work hard for it...... means majority of Indians. as ppatodia says roll up sleave and do it. Yes that is what is required in various walks of life where we are. Doing what we need to do needs a lot of scarifice from us and a better understanding of ethical values by which our civilisation runs.We can not reform each and every Indian and also tell every body to roll their sleaves. Each one has to do it and also face the consequences of it. One of my acquaintances ( six months in marriage and three months in service ) was put on polling duty in BIHAR during first phase and he did not decline to do his job. He was blown to pieces by naxals. But he did his duty even in his death.

We have to remember that and be ready to make India a developed nation, a superpower each one should roll his sleave and do without knowing or expecting others to follow. If we all abide by same basic values all of us would be doing things to achieve the same objective. We will be what we make ourselves to be and not simply by what we were. I am also more than 100 % sure that ppatodia's pride is not an empty one but has his sleaves rolled up

regards
Pankaj

GREAT INDIANS (In Humour too)

MOST FAMOUS MAN WHO EVER LIVED

One day many years ago at a school in South London a teacher said to the class of 5-year-olds, "I'll give $20 to the child who can tell me who was the most famous man who ever lived."

An Irish boy put his hand up and said, "It was St. Patrick." The teacher said, "Sorry Alan, that's not correct."

Then a Scottish boy put his hand up and said, "It was St. Andrew." The teacher replied, "I'm sorry, Hamish, that's not right either.

Finally, a Gujarati boy raised his hand and said, "It was Jesus Christ." The teacher said, "That's absolutely right, Jayant, come up here and I'll give you the $20."

As the teacher was giving Jayant his money, she said, "You know Jayant, since you are Gujarati, I was very surprised you said Jesus Christ." Jayant replied, "Yes, in my heart I knew it was Lord Krishna, but business is business!"

GREAT INDIANS (Another joke)


THE RED PHONE

This is a joke that I often tell, with my own embellishments, while on lecture tours in India. You’ll see why.

There was a simple and little Hindu priest who lived in Mathura. Once he had the chance to go visit the Pope at the Vatican in Italy. After traveling to the Vatican, he walked up the steps and through the halls of the opulent building where the Pope stayed. He looked in awe at the beautiful marble floors and majestic columns. Then he came into the Pope’s office and he greeted the Pope who was seated behind his desk. The little Hindu priest sat nearby and they exchanged pleasantries. Then the Hindu priest noticed a red phone sitting at the end of the desk. So the Hindu priest asked what it was.

“Oh, that’s my hotline to God,” replied the Pope. “Whenever things get too difficult and I need to have a personal talk with God, I give Him a call.”

“Oh,” said the priest. “Would you mind if I tried it?”

“No, not at all,” the Pope responded.

So the little Hindu priest picked up the phone, dialed the number, and sure enough, he got through to God. So he offered his respects and prayers, said he was very happy to talk to Him, and then hung up the phone after only five minutes. He was a simple priest and did not have much more to say to God. He then thanked the Pope for the privilege of using the special red phone.

The Pope replied, “Oh that is quite all right. By the way, that will be $75.”

“Seventy-five dollars?” inquired the Hindu priest.

“Oh yes,” said the Pope. “You know, long distance charges. It’s a long way from here to God, you know.”

So the priest pulled out his wallet and gave the pope the seventy-five dollars.

Several months later, the Pope had the opportunity to visit India, and it was arranged for him to come to Mathura and visit the little Hindu priest. So the Pope approached the little hut of the Hindu priest, ducking his head as he walked through the door. He sat in a chair in front of the little table where the Hindu priest was pleased to again meet the Pope. They exchanged greetings when the Pope noticed the same kind of red phone on the priest’s table as he had at the Vatican. So the Pope asked what that was.

“Why, I also have a hotline to God,” replied the Hindu priest.

“Do you mind if I use it?” asked the Pope. “I really have a lot on my mind.”

“Please do,” responded the priest.

So the Pope got on the phone and got a good connection and managed to get through to God. He offered his prayers, but then had many things to discuss. He talked about the trouble in the Vatican, the difficulties with the priests and legal charges in the United States, the changing attitudes of the congregation in England and Europe, and so on. Fifteen minutes went by, then a half-hour, then finally after nearly an hour he was able to put the phone down. Then he said, “Thank you very much. I feel a lot better now. I had so much to talk about. By the way, how much will that be?”

The Hindu priest thought a moment and then said, “Two rupees.”

“What,” the Pope replied, surprised at how inexpensive it was. “Why so cheap?”

“Why don’t you know?” asked the little Hindu priest. “Here it is a local call.”

Great side-splitting stuff ashwanyks. Keep this up & I may choke laughing my guts out.