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History Is Important.

In the last few years, we’ve all become more passionate about our culture, traditions, and history. And honestly, that’s a good thing. Knowing where we come from is important. Our roots matter. Our heroes matter. But here’s a serious question, while we keep looking back, do we know where we are heading?

Everywhere  from street corners to Parliament, we keep hearing names like Maharana Pratap, Shivaji Maharaj, Rana Sanga… Great warriors, true legends. They should be respected. But how are we showing that respect? By just shouting their names in speeches? Or by actually living by their values, courage, honesty, and standing up for the people?

Let’s talk about what’s going on today. In Parliament, the temple of our democracy, instead of talking about jobs, rising prices, farmers’ struggles, women’s safety, and broken hospitals, One recent incident that comes to mind is when Parliament — yes, the temple of democracy — spent time discussing a comedian’s vulgar jokes. His words may have been inappropriate, sure. But the same people discussing that in Parliament may not flinch while using slang at home or in drawing rooms. So, is this really about values, or just selective outrage?

Let’s be honest. Parliament is not a history class, nor a stage for social media drama. Truth is,  It’s a place to talk about real issues of real people. Talking about 500-year-old battles might make some people emotional and win claps, but let’s be real,  it won’t get anyone a job. It won’t help a farmer pay his debt. It won’t improve schools or hospitals. So what are we really achieving? Here’s a bigger problem: history is being used as a political tool. To create heroes. To create villains. To distract people. And that’s dangerous. Because while we’re busy arguing over the past, our present is being ignored. And our future is at risk.

Here’s a thought: Let’s say we remove  all mentions of invaders, Mughals, or the British from history books,  or also from the grave. Sure, do it. But will it help a child get a better education? Will it solve inflation? Will it bring a hot meal to someone’s plate tonight? If yes, let’s do it right now. If not, let’s wake up and start asking better questions...

And here’s one such question:What difference does it make to our lives whether Kunal Kamra cracks a bad joke or not?Or whether a politician or his supporters'(But why them) got offended or not? Kamra will go back to his shows, and politician will continue his political journey in some time and this will be a forgotten story.  But instead of ignoring it or responding maturely, when our leaders say in public,“We will teach him a lesson” without any fear, or any sense of public responsibility or law and orders, that is something to be worried about. can't the same leaders do the same with you for asking a question, it is a message not to Kunal, That’s a message to all of us “Don’t speak. Don’t question. Just stay silent, or face trouble.” Do you realize what that means? Today, they file Multiple FIRs against a comedian. Tomorrow, it could be you, just for asking about your job, your rights, or your future. And shockingly, even the courts are entertaining such cases. Isn’t that worrying?

Now, the real issue is this, what i can think How did a man who was once an auto-rickshaw driver build a net worth of crores?  Not because he’s from any one party, but because we owe it to ourselves to question power, no matter who holds it. How many auto drivers in this country go from a daily wage life to owning crores worth of assets? If it’s possible, let’s understand how. If it’s not, let’s ask, what’s happening here? In India, thousands of auto drivers struggle every day. So if one becomes a millionaire, it should raise eyebrows. We need to ask these questions in our homes, in the media, and in Parliament.

Yes, our history is great. But our present needs help. And our future demands action.So let’s not just keep clapping for stories from the past. Let’s demand real plans, real answers, and real progress. India deserves more than just emotional speeches. It deserves honesty. It deserves accountability. It deserves a future where every citizen feels heard and safe.

Let’s make sure that 500 years from now, our future generations don’t just remember our past, but also have powerful stories to tell about the good we did today.

It’s time to wake up.

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