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The power of Kalaam.


APJ. Ignorants across dont be mistaken that for an acronym in the Bombay Stock Exchange amidst the bullish markets. Rather thats a even soaring name instilled within the heart of every youngster in India brimming with confidence and envisaging India to become a truly developed nation by 2020. Thats the kind of rejuvination that the outgoing President has imbued into our future generation. He has been an epitome of unparalled veracity and unprecedented commitment who has been the centripetal force to wake up an entire sloth nation towards the path of enlightenment.

Apart from the encomium to be deservedly bestowed on our beloved President, he has been India's missile man. He was the superpower behind the indeginous Agni missiles and the Pokharan nuclear tests that grappled the world's attention and highlighted India on the globe. A highly qualified citizen had huge admiration for the young blood and more often than not makes a point to get into a healthy discussion with them and answer their mysteriously daunting questions. He has been an author of many inspirint books like The Ignited Minds and India-2020. A true first citizen of the nation who has brought a difference to the highest degree of responsibility which until now was unnoticed until election time when a new President ought to be elected. Rather than the presidency changing him, he changed the rules of the game. He is rightly called the People's president and has raised the bar of responsibility for the upcoming president. Although there was humungous turpitude during the presidential elections but the noble bachelor emerged untarnished. We all pray that our national hero stays in good health and spirits to himself invision India in 2020 as a truly developed nation - a dream propounded by Kalam himself. Amen!!!

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