SOBRE COORDINAR O DIRIGIR.

Y esa respuesta tendrá que ir apareciendo gradualmente, poco a poco dentro de mi cabeza. Me recibieron en la Coordinación (está escrita con acento, no como en la otra escuela que decía «Direccion») y…

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Bharat Mata and the debates on citizenship

I prefer the notion of India being reborn in 1947 CE more so than becoming independent nation. Because being reborn means the kid knows very little about herself and the rest of the world. Still the idea of rebirth means she has carried the karma from of all her previous incarnations. She still remembers herself to be called by the names of Bharat, Bharat mata, Hindustan, Jambu dweepa and many more. She came into being born in an extremely hostile environment at home and outside home. A lot many of her sons and daughters gave their life to bring her into this world and to give her physical form. She learned about them when she was a kid and still remembers them and is very grateful to them. She was initially raised by her uncles who are patriotic to the point of protecting her but are not happy with her past lives. Over time she came to be raised by new caretakers who did not even care for her. Her other uncles who worshipped her became distant uncles and were kept far from her. From being reborn, which itself was achieved through immense pain, she learned to walk enjoying the freedoms of life but she had to struggle a lot to feed herself. She is slowly learning how to feed herself and how to protect herself, but the ones who surrounded her as caretakers in her childhood are no more. She did not have much choice who takes care of her for a long time and the newer and newer ones started hating everything innate about her. She could see the intense hatred for her whenever she asks any questions about her past from the people who she thought as family. She started exploring herself, the question of who is she, and then stumbled upon the distant uncles who still kept the flames of adoration for her still alive. She overcame with joy when she learned about how in her past lives she cared for each and every one of her sons and daughters, her rivers and animals, her forests and mountains. She became instant friends with the newfound uncles and brought them home but nothing was happily ever after. Her former caretakers are out for blood from her and her newfound uncles, they cannot accept how she can chose to be friends with the very people they tried so hard to alienate her from. She has heard of her distant family in neighbouring foreign lands who could not come to home when she was born. But she did not fully realize until now how much the people who stayed there are being tortured for the sole reason that they worship her. She asked her new uncles to bring them home and suddenly her former caretakers and many of her other family members started aiming arrows at her, some are even claiming she will be theirs again tomorrow. She feels immense pain in her heart that she has felt few times before but did not clearly know what it was. It is probably not the arrows that are pointing now, it is the phantom arrows, the arrows from the past before she was reborn which are still stuck in her heart. She still does not remember the past, keeps hearing few bits here and there, probably knowing the full past and experiencing all at once will break her heart into infinite pieces. Oh wait, why am I crying, I must be ‘not crying’, this is not even a sad tale to the accepted levels of bollywood. She is still very scared little girl, she does not understand whether she did anything wrong and why some of them want to kill her, do they again want to break her house or do they want the whole house. She is depending on her newfound uncles who may be able to stand up to some of them, but can they hold the immense forces that are rising all around the world. Her pain is becoming stronger and more frequent, can these new heroes completely heal her. She is crying for help from her family, who wants to at least share her pain???

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