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Plan Beyond the Borders

Playing with the guns, do you ever think of the future of the kids. Many theories which have their background often tends us towards liberalization but thanks to development this is no longer an issue to ponder over. Every day, there are new means of learning developing. However, there are men or say terrorists that have not given up their guns and it is difficult well, for them to stop playing with them.

Besides the reputation of America, Russia, Egypt, India is definitely might emerge as an example sans Mahatma Gandhi but my respects and due recognition not to negate that we gain our confidence from our past, a game changer. As we wash our hands before meals, remember the God before undertaking a task, blowing off guns to enter a territory is hardly a mannerism we observe. On a daily basis our etiquette are changing that we are becoming peaceful and we depend desperately on our forces for our safety.

Nationalism is not rooted in angry, protesting demonstrations but in the rationalist view of circumstances and largely bending on to the constructivism. Thereby, we will hardly in the future argue with our enemies or a disengaging country. We will point out the specifics related to us and if the government, which it is in present, transparent and playing much bigger and realistic role in talks, we will be like an audience in a global meet who will expect the opposite leader to make a valid point.


Whether we reach at this stage at an early or later stage but the terrorists have to get out of the notion that this is terrifying us anymore. We are becoming confident of our ideas and theories and fond of our forces but certainly the beginning is quite terrifying but not long only to eugolize their heroism.

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