A lil cherished moment

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I was a small kid when this happened.

I remember catching it on a B&w tv set and Rakesh's reply made me have goosebumps all over. It still does.

Its just a small reminder that India is wow after all.

Inspite of the naxals, the road rage, the under-construction forever sites, the fraud and the corruption. We have it in ourselves to excel if only if we find the will to.

Comments

Ni said…
:) East or west,India is the best...
3:33 pm, October 12, 2009
Indian Home Maker said…
I had to say, I love your positive posts Pinku! Let me check the link now...
5:36 pm, October 12, 2009
Sagarone said…
A great blast from the past, thanks for sharing Pinku!
5:39 pm, October 12, 2009
Indian Home Maker said…
Thanks for sharing!! Yes it does make us proud despite everything that's wrong right now!!
5:40 pm, October 12, 2009
Sucharita Sarkar said…
India IS wow. Thanks for sharing.
5:01 am, October 15, 2009
Vinayak Razdan said…
I uploaded that to Youtube. Glad you liked it!
9:47 am, October 15, 2009
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