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Racism or Entertainment?

The expressions by the Indian beauties at pageants, appalled by the joy of victory have been passé. Shilpa Shetty just tried to imitate a similar act, yet in a different fashion. All the melodrama about the racism prevalent in the English society is just another media gimmick to attract world recognition. She was victorious using her stereotype emotions to a good extent and grabbing into her kitty a huge cash prize along with lots of accolades from around the world. Indians have being accustomed to such dramatic gestures ever since their boyhood days. The sops and the film industry have provided an essence of all types of emotions; austere to astute, one could ever imagine.
I would like to describe the recent hue-and cry as a cheap publicity stunt to attain global recognition. Racism in India has been existing since ages. Rather, it has been a customary constituent ever since the early Aryan Civilization. Its still prominent in the existing society. The riots in Gujarat a few years back have created an indelible affect on the families who have lost their kith and kin. Rather than lambasting the English society at a huge we should rather try to make amends without our own society first. With the government proposing quota for dalit muslims, it'll do no good to the Indian society. Every Indian citizen is at par with the other, so why this discrimination? Such acts would amass further agitation amongst communal partisans and deteriorate the condition of the already shoddy masses.
Rather than taking advantage from racism and achieving smaller goals, the world should get united and make this world a much happier place to live. And once we have it studded in our hearts, the task that looks a chimera would be broken down to a cinch.

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