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Rs. 28 is the poverty line? Lol, that means even the roadside beggar who earns 30 rupees per day is not poor.

Bringing down the poverty line is no doubt a harsh joke played on the poor. This move has inevitably led to thousands of people deprived of the benefits associated with people below the poverty line. Our great government is trying to show that many people have come out of poverty all these years, by lowering the poverty line.  After the disturbing statement by congress spokesman Raj Babbar, who said, "One can have a full meal for Rs.12" and the congress Rajya Sabha member Rasheed Masood's statement "You can eat well in Rs.5 in Delhi", I think that these people seem to live in a bygone era. Even a minister from Assam has seemed to join the line, by commenting that anyone can have a full meal in Rs.20. Have they become so austere that showing a little sensitivity towards the plight of the poor is too much for them? Such pretentious behavior needs to witness strong condemnation. Such derisiveness towards the poor completely shows the lack of connectivity and sensitivity.
                        Nearly 26 crore people are still poor in India.

What surprises me is that even after 65 years of Independence, our government has failed to realize that feeding our stomach is not being above poverty line! They need to take the other basic aspects too, like whether one can afford school, medical aid, and a proper home. More than half of the population is uneducated and hence, unemployed. The government schemes apparently do not work. Above all, these politicians are making outrageous statements in public, hurting the sentiments of the poor.
              It is true that blaming is not a solution to everything. But despite being a government of amaranthine criticism, it doesn't seems that they have learnt a lesson. I doubt if we would find India on google in future if this continues.
LONG LIVE INDIA, LONG LIVE THE SO CALLED GOVERNMENT OF THE PEOPLE, FOR THE PEOPLE, AND BY THE PEOPLE.

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