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A SALUTE TO UNITY


United we stand divided we fall.
Unity is an age old proof towards highlighting the ill done to people by the power holders. The concept of unity came as man turned into a social being; trying to establish and reestablish himself towards progress. Unity to achieve a set object can even be seen in lower creatures specially ants. The tiniest of creatures show socialism and strength through unity. They manage huge loads through unity. True as it is ‘united we stand and divided we fall.’ The last memorable events of unity in my mind come from the time women worked for liberalization. The real strength of women thus came to be noticed and acknowledged by the world. They thus established a position in the society and thus slow but steady developments took place in the life of women who turned from their kitchen hearths to participate in the construction of the society and escalating the heights of the universe in various spheres of life. Another beautiful example of unity that I feel essential to place is the fight for independence in various nations of the world. One of them is India, my motherland. Unity of thought and action led to the non violent means of obtaining freedom. Here the real strength of unity and brotherhood came into focus. Man’s trust in the strength of people as one came into limelight. Unity was thus considered to fight the ill done to humanity. The silent promise of one human to cooperate with another for a common cause is the real test and reflection of the might of the most humble beings. The various examples that historic events quote are news for the other nations. It comes into true realization when we experience it in our life. Gandhiji’s  and various other freedom fighters sacrifice resulted in action through unity that we all understand. The present fight by Sri Anna Hazare is another landmark in the present demand the government for working on smooth grounds. Indians are sick of corruption at every level. Lots of us face it everyday but accepted it as we do not possess that leadership quality. We see and face corruption at every sphere of our life. We get angry, agonized, shout at our worthless self; praise the ones who fought against corruption in the past and then adjust sound by explaining ourselves that we have a family to take care of, corruption is everywhere how can we help etc. Then we resolve to the routine and get humbly used to the corrupt forms of working. Sri Anna Hazare raised his voice and we waited for others to follow and then a few others joined the campaign and we were happy. Once again the might of strength and unity came to the winning stride. It really energizes our cowardly beings and we feel yes that’s the right thing. United we stand divided we fall. A salute to the strength of unity.

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