Unsilled India


       Think of it or not, it is going to be a constant muddle in your path. We all are into a not wanting but still existing cavern where in everyone knows what is happening around and out of that every only one tries to change its structure. Every individual today somewhere witnessed a message of change, unfortunately only few became a part of it and rest were just into the “let it go” formula. People say there is no use to bring a change. This will only exist till some scanty days. After that everyone will move with a snub reaction. However, if this had been a constant result then the graph would have never shown any improvements which it did.

         If you throw garbage in open there are 98% chances people will ignore that, but if the same was done in their own house there are 100% chances of a strict action taken against you. Consequences are still neglected of the “let it go” formula because of which after reaching the peak point there will be a time when everything will stop in this cavern getting junked from each side and you will have an unwanted forever halt with no clue of letting you go further. Those studies which thought us to keep our environment clean today them self show that there is more than 1 million tonne of garbage produced in India per day.

        As every coin has two sides luckily  there is a change taking place in some minds situated in the corner of the bowl helping the bowl turn shiny. Never omitting the steps coming forward on the name of "Swachh Bharat Abhiyaan" India has seen a positive aftermath. However currently the movement's footprint has started fading and there is a need to be perpetual to reach the goal. There is saying which denotes that “It doesn't take much time for your respect to fall apart, but it takes years to built it up again”. India is our respect and to take our respect as our first priority is the demand of moment.  If everyone wants the "Sone Ki Chidiya" to shine again, then we have to treat it like one.


By,
Namrata Dalmia

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