write a autobiography on ganga .
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As soon as I woke up, I had to break down the hill and come down to the local way. Now I am river Ganga. People call me different names at different places. You may laugh to hear that I am going to write my autobiography. Men write their autobiographies, then why do I not?
I am the longest river in India covering 2,525 km in my course. But I am more than a river. I am the main stream of this Indian riverine civili- zation. I cannot remember the exact date of my birth, but long long ago I found my origin from the top of a high mountain and its glacier. It is the Gangotri glacier at Gaumukh in the Indian Himalayas at 4,000 meters above the sea level. Several small streams joined together to form a bigger one. That is how I was born. A famous scientist Jagadish Chandra Bose wrote a fine article Bhagirathir Utsa Sandhane—trying to detect my origin in the allegorical form. He said I was born out of the knotted bundle of hair on Lord Shiva’s head in His abode in the mountain of the Himalayas. I am a restless girl from my very birth. I cannot tolerate any hurdle on my path. I flow down from the mountain peak leaping from rock to rock. My current here is very strong. I carry down with me the broken rocks and come down to the plains.
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Myself, ganga is one of the famous river of the world. Everyone call me "Ganga" but my official identity is Ganges.
I am originated from western of Himalayas i.e Gangotri glacier in Uttarakhand and flow through India and Bangladesh. Finally I meet with Bay of Bengal .
Everyone regards me as sacred especially Hindus . They believe that if they bathe in me,then all of their sins will wash away. One of the tributaries mine is Yamuna. I am the habitat of many Flora and Fauna. more than 250 species of fishes exits in me. I am rich in national and international migratory birds. I am used for irrigation purpose. Very Earlier, I was only the key of Indus civilization.
Although, I am used for various purposes, even many of them regard me as sacred But none of them has care of mine. I am only in name- Sacred but day by day polluted.In cultivation, pesticides, insecticides and fertilizers are drained to me. All wastes of the cities ' are dumped onto me . A foul smell is coming from me. If anyone take bathe on me he will be nor sacred neither pure but a sufferer of many disease.
Many measures are taken to clean me but in reality none of them is working. I always use to think that I am benefiting everyone in turn, everyone is making me well known Dustbin!
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