Proud to be an Indian?

We should not be proud/ashamed of the things to which we did not make any contribution.

Being born in a certain country/culture (you did not have a choice plus you did not make special efforts to even know your culture; in fact there are people from other countries who can beat you with their knowledge about your country/culture ), being born with certain gifts like beauty or intelligence (you should be proud of what you did with the gift, instead of the gift itself) or achievements/failures of fellow countrymen (when you did not even know anything about their journey or made any contribution or support before they became an 'overnight' success).

We can be happy for them, be inspired by them but pride, if at all, should come from the results of our own actions.

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