Paint the city blue

Blue is a color with lots of emotions. Blue is an ingredient on the canvas of every child, which the naive mind uses to depict the piousness of the water and the grandness of the sky. It represents our struggles against imperialism, when our ancestors were told to labour for blue indigo and the fruit was reaped by the British. It was the beginning of Gandhi rule and the end of all our agonies. Blue is the poison that Shiva, the Neelkanth, drank to shield the world from destruction. Blue is a potent weapon of transformation towards the better.

Blue is an ethos of many philosophies.

In today's context, blue can be understood with a novel touch. The ink that we use to pen down our thoughts, our ideas and emotions is also blue, a symbol of literacy. This is what India needs. A pen in every hand, an idea in every mind and determination in every heart. This dream can be brought to life by a combined action of the state and the people within.
Education has a stereotypical notion attached to it. People believe, that it is medium to get a job. The real purpose is much beyond this. It is to bring enlightenment amongst the people. It is a tool which brings integrity in one's personality, a trait which is missing in the world.

The status-quo of education system needs to

change

Today even the so called "educated class" is just an agglomeration of facts. Morals and ethics has lost relevance. 'What' has become more important than 'Why'. We need to transform this and bring a value based education (in ecology, polity, sociology and science) as an important pillar of the system.
When this happens, the blue ink will become victorious in true sense and India will restore it's former glory as 'Vishwa guru'

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The Flight

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WHAT IF?

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