Recently I had the opportunity to read the review of the book written by Kalyan Ray namely "No Country".
Best lines: if I think of a nations, it is when they are misbehaving, or are playing sports like good boys.What does it mean to belong to a nation? Is it the accident of birth? Is it your memory, a yearning for some obscure stamp on the soul, some tune that plays in the blood? Or is it what others insist you are- painting your corner of the room around you."
While reading this lot of ideas flashed in my mind and the foremost being-Do we love India? Do we love cities we live like a Londoner loves London or for that reason a resident from Paris loves Paris? Do we love our villages as most of us still belongs to our roots? And, finally do we love Bhartiyata?
Me searching answers..... — with आशीष कैलाश तिवारी and 5 others.
Best lines: if I think of a nations, it is when they are misbehaving, or are playing sports like good boys.What does it mean to belong to a nation? Is it the accident of birth? Is it your memory, a yearning for some obscure stamp on the soul, some tune that plays in the blood? Or is it what others insist you are- painting your corner of the room around you."
While reading this lot of ideas flashed in my mind and the foremost being-Do we love India? Do we love cities we live like a Londoner loves London or for that reason a resident from Paris loves Paris? Do we love our villages as most of us still belongs to our roots? And, finally do we love Bhartiyata?
Me searching answers..... — with आशीष कैलाश तिवारी and 5 others.
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