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Today was the 65th Republic Day of India, a country which is supposedly a superpower in the making. One more anniversary in the vast and complex history of this country. Yet, a curious sense of fatigue and apprehension fills the minds of the ordinary people of India. Another round of elections are round the corner, yet we all can more or less anticipate the results. There is no dearth of people willing to lead the country, but unfortunately no one we can completely place our trust in. With more flaws and blemishes than achievements in their record, our esteemed politicians flounder and blunder repeatedly. And the newbies aren't better either. Politicians must understand that mere gimmickry has has its day; now is the time for performance. The man on the street is more aware now, so parties have to stop using their age-old bags of tricks, namely the religion/caste/sect/class cards. People not only want firmness in dealing with problems, but also a clear-cut plan for growth.

One of the most delightful moments in a parent's life is when her child achieves something and is recognized for it. I felt a surge of emotion when I saw my little angel perform as the lead dancer at her annual dance function last Sunday. Its not that I was seeing her on stage for the first time (she has been performing since she was four), but the feelings are the same every time. Pride, maternal love, happiness, a sense of personal achievement, all overflowed. I felt all the more fulfilled because she is literally the centre of my universe, the core of my existence. I have chosen to look after her as my full-time occupation, so that when she arrives from school, all agog with the excitement of the day's events, she finds me waiting to listen to her. Of course, some minor compromises were in order for this privilege. Like not opting for a full-time job, or not taking any traveling assignments. I have seen her wait expectantly for me on the occasions I have been unable to be