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 Is it just a word used by media to describe the working class in the government jobs or something else? I think corruption starts from within. Repeatedly we say that we are being harassed by the corruption which we face in our daily life, but the truth is we are being frustrated for being corrupt from inside. We are corrupt because we want more money for easy jobs. We are corrupt cause we want to take easy ways out when the situation demands something more. We are corrupt because we want to avail the best facilities in the world without earning them or without doing something to achieve them. Time and again I have felt that being corrupt is not just ministers supporting goons or me being asked to pay the bribe in order to get what I really deserve. Corruption for me is a loss of innocence in a child. Corruption is having thoughts of cheating someone be it your partner or company etc. Corruption for me is being a normal human being in today's world. People say that to lie is to live in this world but I say it is not just the lie but a bigger phenomenon. It is being corrupt about your goals and how to achieve them. There is a saying that Rome was not built in one day. For me, it is not just 7 words but a bigger deeper thing to think about. For me, it means that I shouldn't be corrupt or deceitful of what I want to achieve in life. It means that to make good things you have got to be excellent at what you do and to be best at what you do you have got to be excellent relentlessly. Ruthless and Relentless devotion is what makes us free of corruption. It is the only solution for me to be corruption free in life and in my work as well. Even if you are not nicest of a human being it is your duty to work honestly and remain focused on a goal keeping this is the mind that your goal does not take you off the track of living life (which is a separate issue in itself). To be corruption free should be the focus of life. Honesty, truth and responsibility will come with it. This is the motto of my life. What's yours?


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