Unintended Pessimism

Woke up at 11:00 this morning, opened the door and noticed two tiny tricolour badges stuck on my door. Somebody had taken the effort to make those little soulful things.. while I felt like India's just another shallow callous youth, celebrating a sunday instead.
Here we were celebrating 64 glorious years of independence but when i called up my mom i learned that the cause of my mom's irrepressible happiness was the sale at the mall. She told me that dad had shown the example of an annual early morning ritual and had put a tricolour flag on the entrance and then switched on the telivision to watch once_in_a_12_month speech of India's bulletproof_caged_primeminister from the red fort and dozed off midway cause of the incomprehensible womanly voice of the blue turbaned man. I then called up my brother who presently existed in some TVRnagar in Tamil Nadu. He sounded energized about the grand dinner this night in their hostel which finally served a much needed change to his taste buds and a one day liberty from the idlis and vadas. I kept down the phone and wen t to the common room in my hostel. An undersized female was sitting on a plastic chair, fiddling with the TV remote. She murmured, "Border, LOC, lakshya.. certainly not a day to expect good movies.." and she switched off the noisy box and went back to her room in utter disgust. Unexpectedly my phone beeped, their was a message from a school time friend.."DUDE HAPPY INDI PINDI DAY". Humour like an unwelcomed guest creeps in, uninvited, everywhere. I smiled and forwarded the same message to ten more, saving my creativity for something better.
We comment, we critisize , we protest but often we simply internalize the small things which make the world around us, our nation. We tend to seperate the domestic from the issues concerning the wide world. "Jai Hind, JAi Bharat" has become an annual phenomenon, jhust like the flag outside the door of my house. An optimistic note at the end is not quite the style of my writing but today, neither am i happy with the pessimistic air of this piece.