Am I a Bad Indian for Wanting to Watch Pakistan’s Independence Day Speech?
Disclaimer (Before You Grab Your Pitchforks): Relax, folks. I’m not defecting, I’m just curious. This post isn’t about politics, borders, or switching cricket teams— It is a personal reflection on curiosity, culture, and the beauty of Urdu language. My intent is to explore the idea of listening, understanding, and appreciating words—no matter where they come from. Patriotism, for me, is not about shutting doors but about opening minds. Patriotism doesn’t vanish because I peeked across the fence; if anything, it makes my Wi-Fi connection stronger. Every August, nostalgia and patriotism hit me like an express train. Being born and raised in India, August 15th has always carried the aroma of fresh flags, the echoes of patriotic songs, and the familiar sight of India’s Prime Minister addressing the nation from the historic Red Fort. Even after moving to the United States, my tradition continues—only now it’s easier. No crowded living rooms fighting over the remote, no shaky antenna strugg...