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Meant to Fly

My country got freedom in 1947 and soon after it was a struggle for the Indians of that time to acquire the resources to lead a good life. They were hardworking people who wanted to secure the future of their families. The youth of today's India is the 2nd generation after these people. Professions like medicine and engineering are what the youth of my nation compete for, that is where our bright minds go. This is because the post-independence generation believes in mainstream mindsets, the ones that are sure to provide the family with a good life. These professions provide a degree and the degree provides a secure job which further secures the future of the family. The youth of my nation is bound by the chains of the previous generation which stops it from taking risks. The wings that wanted to take flight flap for a while but eventually they are forced to remain on the sides. Those who wish to fly leave the nation and settle elsewhere leading to the famous Indian brain drain. It is an unwanted result for which the blame game may go forever. The previous generation is of the belief that a mainstream lifestyle will probably lead to a mainstream result, one that they are aware of but nobody knows where taking the risk to do something different will take their children and their future generation. The Indian family which is famous for maintaining bonds unintentionally cuts down the wings of their dear ones and those who were meant to fly now walk the streets on the tiny feet that were not meant for long walks.
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