Anti Corruption Squad is an organisation whose sole aim is to fight against corruption from the grass-root level. There is corruption in every field. You will find powerful suppressing the weak and enjoy exploiting them to the fullest. Anti Corruption Squad is an upcoming online organisation that wants Support, Courage, and Determination of you people to fight against corruption and make India a beautiful place to live in, where every one will be free to move out with complete freedom. We need your support for that majority of people who live each second a miserable life because of corruption. So lend your hand in support and join “US”!

What is corruption? Corruption is directly associated with doing something unethical or harm someone knowingly, the harm could be of anything like money, life, emotions and respect. If I ask you that what do you mean by corruption, how would you define it? You will only say that politicians are corrupted and politics is an arena of corrupted politicians. Politicians suck the blood of the common masses and enjoy living luxurious life by making the common people’s life hell. But hey! Wait! Did you ever realise that from where these corrupted politicians have come from? And who are we to blame them? If you look into your “self” you will find that you are the most corrupted than any politician in the constitution.

Everyone is corrupted and do some or the other things and fall under this category. Then why to blame only politicians? Ask yourself and you will get an answer that where are you moving. Corruption has engrossed each and every one of us in its web and it is there in every filed you go. A sweeper to a teacher and doctor to a shopkeeper everyone is corrupted. These people do some or the other unethical thing in order to achieve something.

Students give donations to get admission in some top most institutes, officials ask bribe to get some few extra money from the old people to give their pensions, cops ask bribe to suppress any criminal case, judge and advocate also fill their bags and swap the cases and make an innocent a criminal. All these are the normal and very popular examples of being corrupted.

Okay let me ask you one more thing, if you want your passport and visa urgently, but it is being delayed out of some or the other problem then what will you do? You will surely give bribe to the official and get your passport and visa done on time. What is this? This is what you call corruption. So Corruption is a well-adapted phenomenon by each one of us. It is something that is eating the core of our hearts and forces us to behave unethically. So, it is not genuine to blame politicians for their unethical gestures so called “Corruption”. We need to look where we are heading in our lives. What we want to achieve? Is there any alternative of any problem that can be sorted out without being corrupted? We need deep answers to all these questions.

But does the definition of corruption restrict here itself? No! It is not restricted to only unethical behaviour that comes out of greed to get something, but it is directly related to our conscience and our intrinsic truth. Corruption is a wide chapter to understand and to remove though. We just cannot blame a few handful people for corruption. We need to look far beyond that and that is in “us”. Get ready to know more about corruption, about you, about politicians, and about the political arena called “The Constitution of India” in the simplest way. Join the league with us to understand and fight against corruption!!!!

It is neither an article nor a story, but these are my feelings, in which you may not be interested, but I would urge you to continue reading. My relationship with my mom was very critical as any young adult girl would have. I always misunderstood my mom like hell, but was she worth my ignorance and rude tantrums? I will be revealing this story because you are with me in this journey and I feel that you should know what the actual meaning of life is and what exactly mother is. It’s well said that whatever you see has two sides, two people may see same thing, but they analyse and evaluate it differently, because different people have different perceptions. Same thing happened with me too.

I always wanted to live life on my own terms. I tried to do everything, what mom didn’t like. She didn’t like me roaming with those frivolous boys and stupid girls, who always lied to their parents and slept with their colleagues for few bucks to fill their pockets. We did party every night and bunked school and lectures since I grew up. I always tortured and lied to my mom.

I can define my relation with my Mom with a single word, HATE. I hated her because she stopped me from doing everything wrong, yes wrong! She tried to stop me at that time too, when I became a well known doper in my college, I did all this simply because I wanted to hurt her. My mom loved me a lot and I hated her a lot throughout her life! I don’t know why. What was the reason to hate her so much?

It may be because of that childhood memory, which is blurred and still not clear. That memory still haunts me and makes my senses go feeble and blocks my mind. Dad passed away when I was just 3 years old. I was 6 years, when one day I saw my mother going with some other man at night. It was raining heavily and street poured out like well.

I said: “Mom wait, brother is waiting at home and he wants you to be with him, he is not well, he needs you”.

My brother had severe fever and he needed mom. But she didn’t listen, and moved on. My brother died. I blamed mom for that. If she would have stayed and treated my brother with some medicines and called some doctor, then he would have been saved. I loved my brother a lot, he was the only possession left with me.

Days passed by and I still couldn’t find who that man was. I tried to ask, but she turned mute. Mom was not well one day and she suffered from cancer. I called doctor but it was of no use because it was too late. She hid her disease from me since years. At night when she was suffering from heavy bloody vomiting, somehow I felt a strange satisfaction in watching her suffer.

I felt, she is paying price of killing my brother. Now my brother’s soul would get some peace. Suddenly a man came out of the limousine and walked towards my mother; she tried to speak but couldn’t talk because of the blood that totally blocked her mouth. She tried to stop that man as if not to tell anything but the man didn’t listen. He knew my attitude towards my mom. Before my mom could utter anything, she died. The man continued:

“She picked a bud thrown away; many years back from the unknown street of Goa and brought it home. Many people stopped her but she pledged that day that she will turn that bud into a beautiful flower that will make all the scenes of her life beautiful and extraordinary. She knew that her son was ill. She tried to arrange the doctor and medicines, but I came in between, to show her one more bud, which was lying down on the same street.

She came with me and picked up that bud to give her a life, which would be worth living. She did that to save that bud from the paws of those hungry lions that will grind that bud under their feet within no time. You were the earlier bud and now my adopted daughter is the second bud.”

I was taken aback! This is what my mother was; this is what the word mother means! Life didn’t give me a single chance to understand her and when I got the chance, she was no more. There is no time to repent now!