Loyalty of the steed and the rider is mutual prerequisite, an emotional bond that outweighs an otherwise logical “man for the job” kind of selection. Man and the gelding, they’d yearn to conquer the unknown together and they won’t let that thought of a “better replacement” shake their stubborn loyalty. I, for one, fell in love with the ‘leaf out of history’ reintroduction of the Cafe Racer by Royal Enfield with a 535 Electronic Fuel Injection heart, Continental GT, named rather inappropriately as the machine’s ergonomics only made it suitable for a short city ride at max, that was pretty much a Cafe Racer’s cut-out task anyway and associating any kind of “continental” reference was pretty misleading. Well, if that wasn’t enough Royal Enfield embarked upon an advertisement campaign that showed a British duo riding all through Europe and Asia on their Continental GTs to find their ‘cafe’ at Madras. That callow yet tenacious one smitten by the beauty of that stallion was done in by the looks of it, that red cafe racer responding to his grip on the throttle reducing ravines, the vales and the mountains only to a distant image in the rear view mirror. That view though, was unfamiliar to that cafe racer creed, so were deserts of Arabia once for Hidalgo, an American native Mustang.
That 2016 Continental GT535 and Hidalgo of the yore had much in common, both were threatened species, Hidalgo’s mustang breed was being culled by the orders of the US government in order to force the native Americans to farming, mustang was a native variety of horses looked down upon as a lesser variety of breed, they weren’t considered pure blood or “thorough bred” yet its rider Mr Hopkins decided to race it to utmost endurance in an unfamiliar, unsuited terrain and he raced it to victory as well. The GT535 was being discontinued by Royal Enfield to make way for the newer, better and more powerful cousins GT650 and the Interceptor 650 and could be called a threatened species already. Quintessentially mulish me, decided to draw another parallel among-st the GT535 and Hidalgo, i decided to take him to a journey it was rather incompatible for, i decided to take that stallion to Himalayan circuits, lesser known to the “cafe racer” creed.
The designer must have been pretty sure of himself while he put that cafe racer on the drawing board, he was going to make it a single seat, city ride. The forward leaning rider’s posture on its back made sure it was a swift, muscular short sprinter and no-way a long distance marathoner, you attempt a marathon and it’ll hurt decent number of muscles to remind you of your unyielding idiocy. The ride came with a single seat which added to the already glam look about it however made sure there wasn’t space enough for a saddlebag or enough frame for an added Ladakh carrier, a double seat could be additionally bought but there wasn’t even a rear foot-rest to allow a pillion if you tried to stretch your ideas a bit too far. That “Jugaad” double seat provided some space for a saddlebag though, if that was a respite i was looking for, i got it just enough. A double seat and a saddlebag bought, bungee cords could do the rest, strapped on a rucksack and i was good to go. Designer was pretty sure, had inbuilt anti-idiocy alarms all around to warn the rider about the perils of an endurance marathon except one “NOT FOR LONG RIDES” written in bold capitals, however…………….did i just tell you i am ‘Pigheaded’? Well then, even Hidalgo, an American mustang wasn’t quite suited for the endurance run in Arabia.
I wasn’t in a mood for a warming up, I took the lad on one of the world’s toughest track, Kishtwar to Killar, that Pangi Valley ride, the bloke stamped it’s reliability all over the eleven day route from Delhi through Punjab, Himachal, Jammu and Kashmir and back to Delhi. The ride was hard on my back, shoulders and specifically my wrists owing to the forward bending design of the cafe racer, well someone had to pay for the idiocy. GT proved itself and did bulwark my lunacy to take it further the Hidalgo story had started and started off rather well notwithstanding the stiff muscles that followed for about a week.
After Pangi valley the next two rides, Delhi to Chakrata and Delhi to Jaisalmer didn’t really find much relevant space in my memory though still would share some pictures to kindle your imagination, well this turns out to be a photo log perhaps.
That steed gave me a belly full of memories and filled my living room with some pictures to look back at for a lifetime, I was in love already and wouldn’t mind the tough ride and the ache that came along, nevertheless the ride sure wasn’t pretty snug as a bug in a rug comfortable, I knew I was going hard on myself though that steed won’t give up. I still wanted to stretch that affair to the pinnacle of it and write the epilogue of my Hidalgo story, I decided to do a Lahaul and Spiti Valley circuit starting and ending it at Rajasthan.
That 535 CC heart was was sufficient to pump enough adrenaline through my veins to keep up with my insanity, that gelding never let me down though I pushed it to an ‘out of turf’ battle, he won every day. Perhaps was time for me to go easy on myself and the machine, I’d let that be a regulation city ride from now on, going to be over 40 my back too called for a little respite. I turned to check out the up-gunned cousin of my reliable bike, an Interceptor 650, the bike had some retro simplicity that appealed and some easy ergonomics to go along as well. Heart skipped a beat, she’s the latest fling and I am sure would be easy on my back too, took a test ride, she was a stunner, handled easy and zipped on a little nudge. She was capable to tread those Himalayan tracks and allowing me a delightful riding pleasure, she wouldn’t be an outlander in that adventure turf she’d just be at home but then….that won’t be a Hidalgo story, that’s been written and written rather well, my Hidalgo has done his bit and that novelette wouldn’t be written again, rides would go on and tales would be told, that zeal would always be owed to my ‘Reliable Stallion‘
Well, one meets people, the people counterfeiting class, read books and don’t watch tv, come on that’s brute pretentious trivial prattle after all, oh you watch tee vee?
Well, my friends that booby little box tell some realities munching on your flesh as you lay faking that slumber.
Then there are others faking sagacity, “oh come on the social media is designed to play with your psychology, writing stuff on these platforms doesn’t really stir up a coffee cup”
Well again my friends, consistent overawe won’t unsheathe some opinion either.
Wise ones would stick out the billboard saying stay out of social media and news channels and the world is all at peace, then again my wise ones, that’s not your original one…………..way back there was a pigeon who closed its eyes as the cat approached, pigeon was as sagacious as you are today. Alas ! Pigeon was original.
Society changes and the change manifests in a way to meddle with our everyday lives and certain changes are so under the surface that one wouldn’t notice until it stares in the eye and there is no escaping that. Social media to me is a vehicle of propaganda, evangelism and some marketing yet the significance of it cannot just be wished away, it represents every little idea whether sinister or noble and gets you the fair enough perception of whats brewing under the surface, fair enough provided one is sane enough to differentiate reality from propaganda yet you get an idea of the “undercurrents”.
Inherent anonymity that certain social media platforms proffer is enough for people to come out with their genuine inside opinions which they otherwise would not dare to let out in open for the sake of political correctness. This makes me respect social media platforms as effective tools to read the trend, that’s the barometer of the society. Media, whether institutionalised or free bus like twitter can only be ignored at our peril. Even nuclear technology has peaceful noble purposes, media is too unpretentious in comparison, responsibility and gumption are the keys.
When Yograj Singh (yuvraj singh’s father and a popular punjabi actor) spew venom against Hindus during the ongoing so called farmers’ protest, it wasn’t just one-off incident it exhibited the hate Khalistani radicals have been able to inject against Hindus in general, scratch the surface and the subcutaneous hate is exposed.
In this article i’d attempt to expose the conduits of hate campaign and try to reach out to the Indian Punjabi community on a bended knee to make a plea, a plea to beat the hate and strengthen the blood bond that exist in our history and withering at present, lets try and nurture our kinship. Lets just look back over our shoulders, the bond is real hate is manufactured.
Digging deep to find some broken, dumped and agenda infected truth of Punjab’s history that goes a bit abrasive on certain hardline khalistani factions and their sole existence is something that has to be attempted and someone had to pull the veil on the unpopular truth that remains subdued and too subtle to be heard.
Today i start with a picture of Baba Sri Chand Ji, now most wouldn’t know who he was, he was the son of Guru Nanak Dev ji and now that you know know who he was, peer deep into the picture for a while to absorb the subtle realities. Yeah, he wears a Janeu, has matted tresses and appears blue quintessentially ‘Shiva’ like. Even finer revelation for many would be the fact that he was theascetic saint who started the “Udasin Samprada” a hindu sanatani sect headquartered at Vrindavan, Mathura now but ironically the sacrum-sactorum, the actual seat of Baba Sri Chand ji in Pathankot District of Punjab today is under Shromani Gurudwara Prabhandhak Committee (SGPC), the Sikh body governing most Gurudwaras across the nation.
The actual “Udasin Samprada” to whom the seat belongs amicable go to Vrindavan without a claim on “Baath Sahib Gurudwara” the name now people know the site as. Sanatan Dharma has considered Sikhism to be an offshoot of Sanatan philosophy and whether its a Gurudwara or a Mandir doesn’t really matter, but wait a while, keep reading i am sure i’ll be able to rip off the veil from the hypocrisy of the other side, the radical so called purist sikh factions.
Many outside Punjab wouldn’t even know Guru Nanak was born in a punjabi Mehta Khatri family. Radical Sikhs remain abusive towards hindus , i have personally come across an argument by sikh friends accusing RSS and certain hindu sects of trying to hijack their religion by claiming it to be an offshoot of sanatan value system and my only question to this end would be “would you be ashamed of your lineage?”. No one has tried hijacking anything here, had it been, Gurudwara Baath Sahib would have been a Sanatani Udasin peeth. Preserving and nurturing inclusiveness and shared heritage isn’t hijacking. The flesh and nail relationship between Panth(by the way Panth means a sect, not a religion) and Dharma was propitious to say the least in an already fractured diverse nation. BUT FOR THE SATISFACTION OF THE PRESENT DAY PROPONENTS OF THE FAITH I’D AGREE SIKHISM IS A SEPARATE RELIGION !!! All that my writing here asks is recognition of bond between hindu and sikh community and mutual respect accordingly, no way a believer of sanatan dharma is trying to hijack any of your beliefs, Sanatan is an all encompassing ocean of compassion.
Shared heritage and hypocrisy of cherry picking :
Try searching for Khalsa Panth on google, that by the way is the sect to whom the Sikhs today owe their allegiance to, Khalsa Panth was started by 10th Guru, Sri Guru Govind Singh ji and first people to join the sect were “Panj Pyaare” five individuals hailing from five very distinct far apart places across India. Why did i even say you need to search google? because ironically radical beholders of sikh faith today would not like to remember Panj Pyaare for what they were ; Daya Ram a Khatri hindu from Lahore, Dharam dasin a Jaat from Meerut, Himmat rai a Kumhaar hindu from jagan nath puri Orissa, Mohkam Chand a chheemba hindu from Gujrat, sahib Chand a Nai (barber) hindu from Karnataka.
Given the sensitivities of today’s sikhs towards any reference to Hindu lineage, i’d relent and agree with them though with tribulation that since all these five hindus joined Guru Gobind singh and came under the folds of Khalsa Panth they should only be called by their baptised names. No wonder all panj pyare have a “Singh” title and today’s generation would be a yard further away from any hindu-sikh shared heritage.
All non punjabisexcept one by the way, the present generation would have made fun of any non-punjabi indian, calling them “Bhaiya or Chaul Khaani jaat” in a crass derogatory manner. Needs a bit of soul searching??? the racial pride has to be curbed and pruned, it cannot just go one beefing up on steroids and you cannot let the ivy grow over the door. You owe allegiance to all Indians, is mandated and called for. Some might still disagree with my statement on ” inflated racial pride” i’d say wait….wait i am not done.
“BAHMANAA DI NAI, JATT DI AA YAARI AA” thats one piece from Surjit Bindrakhiya’s uber popular song “Jatt di Pasand”, this is how icons of Sikh/ Punjabi folk culture degrade Brahmins and yes in effect all hindus. Did someone protest this? no, this is a song from 90s and the singer has even died but yeah no uproar over the lyrics. Generations have been fed with “JATT” exaggerated machismo. No songs qualify as punjabi enough if its not around Jatt, don’t we have other communities living in punjab, do we? Why Brahmin? why not degrade someone else? it is done to malign the fountainhead of Hindu philosophy as Brahmins are the torch bearers, protagonists and pedagogue of Sanatan Dharma.
Here is a link to just one of the many attempts of maligning with latent hatred towards “Brahman”, “Gangu” is how they address a brahmin colloquially while looking down and mocking a brahmin. Gangu was one brahmin who in the history betrayed Guru Govind Singh’s mother and informed mughals about her whereabouts but what about Bhai Mati Das and Bhai Sati das? you cannot just cherry pick history for figments that suit you and your narrative. Deny this? wait i am still not done.
WHY ‘GANGU’ A BRAHMIN, WHY NOT JUST ONE TRAITOR? why highlight the ‘BRAHMIN’ factor while talking of ‘GANGU’ and not BHAI MATI DAS? Haven’t you had traitors in Sikh community? Why carry that false ‘Holier than thou’ attitude?
Lakshman Dev, a Dogra born in Rajauri (Union terrirory of Jammu and Kashmir) joins Guru Govind singh and becomes celebrated warrior Banda Bahadur. How many even know the real name of Banda Bahadur today? The radicals have to abuse Dogras and call them traitors as Raja Lal Singh, a Dogra Wazir in Sikh empire conspired against Sikhs and provided information to Britishers, they also feel Maharaja Gulab Singh of Jammu stole Kashmir from Sikh empire, Lakshman dev would not go well with that narrative, isn’t it ?
“A Warrior Dogra, Lakhsman Dev becomes Banda Bahadur and if a Dogra turns out to be traitor, he just remains Dogra and the entire community is painted with the same brush of your propaganda” Haven’t you had traitors among Sikh community? Political opportunism was as real in those times as it is now, can we make peace with this fact?
the radical facebook pages, social media propaganda is full of it, though it cannot be denied that half of it originates from Pakistan and NRI Sikh ghettos of west, Indian Sikhs however, remain the target audience and won’t be long before the hatred walks the main street.
Your history is so meshed with Hinduism that no matter how hard you try someone will keep reminding you of the kinship and the blood bond. You can’t keep cherry picking every noble warrior or saint from history and make him a sikh poster boy while maligning his entire community for someone else’s fault or may i say some political opportunism. Sikh empire by the way had Dogras and even Gorkhas fighting for it.
Bhagat singh gave his life for the cause of freedom, so did Shivaram Hari Rajguru and Sukhdev Thapar both hindus same day, same cause, same place. How many movies, how many songs do we have in their name? most would not know their full names as well. Is that not cherry picking by the standard bearers of “Punjabi cultural pride” and i’d say even bollywood and the media?
Babbu Maan, another dear icon of radical youth even went on to discredit freedom fighter Lala Lajpat Rai while addressing numbskull Khalistani cool schmucks at London. If cherry picking wasn’t enough, here is discrediting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1V9SeuNh9A here is the link, Deny it still?
Deliberate incision into the unifying Socio-cultural fabric :
With one ingredient cherry picked, the venomous concoction of separatism is closer to completion but they still need a cuspated scalpel to separate the flesh from nails so here we are, decades of slow slicing of umblical chord connecting Hinduism and Sikh panth.
Ram, Shiva, Bhagwati, Hari, Krishan, Vishnu, Chandi, Kaali, Durga and Brahma in Sri Guru Granth Sahib but any semblance to Hindu deities is denied by most radicals. Created a smaller exclusive Sikh majority state of Punjab shedding off Dogra hills to Himachal and Hindu majority plains to newly created Haryana.
Common Hindu vikrami samvat calender discontinued and Nanak shahi calender adopted, was there really a need if entire agenda wasn’t to tear off the fabric of common heritage? What was the problem with ‘Vikrami Samvat Calender‘ it existed even at the time of Gurus.
Watched any Punjabi movie lately? you rarely would find a hindu character, the entire village appears to be “Jatt”, ironically punjab has considerable hindu population and today, even a credible christian population too, can’t say if they intentionally give the inclusiveness a miss? however inclusiveness does exist in real world punjab as yet butportraying a purist exclusive society in Punjabi movies will sure enough go a mile further in bulwarking and beefing up of the already inflated racial pride and shredding the social fabric?
INGREDIENTS OF RADICALISM :
• Inflated Racial Pride
• Shown one side Victim for too long
• Selective cherry picking of History
• Deliberate incision into the unifying Socio-cultural fabric
Khalistani radicals have mixed all of the above ingredients to make a poisonous concoction of hate and separatism.
One side shown victim for too long : Partisan approach to history narration
Thousands of peaceful, unarmed and patriot Sikhs were killed by mob after the assassination of Smt Indira Gandhi that was a gloomy day in the history of the nation and it just cannot be justified, justice too lingered in this case of genocide and lingered so much that it gave space for separatist narratives to be fed again to puberty after terrorism died in Punjab. Radical factions printed T-shirts, created social media pages, have youtube channels and involved mainstream popular singers, sponsored and orchestrated a full blown campaign that 1984 is not forgotten, palpably enough they needed the sentiments of grief, victimization and eventually vengeance alive to keep their narrative skateboard rolling.
I’d even attach a link to Jinda-Sukha a song sung in the glory of the Khalistani assassins of General Vaidya (retd) by Ranjit Bawa and Lehmber Hussainpuri (i am amazed at the policy paralysis of the government which allows this).
One can just sit back and gulp down the reality of hate this song is going to instill in future generations, to the dismay of every nationalist, this is not the only Khalistani song by renowned popular singers, one just has to search there are many others including Jazzy B who are into this business of hate. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkkUEpdthMc
They made sure 1984 massacre is not forgotten and revived the Khalistani concept in cognitive domain but then what about the Hindus and Sikhs killed by Khalistani terrorists during those dark times? Delhi has so many Hindu business families who were hounded out of Punjab in 80s after losing their dear ones, receiving threats, asked for ransom. Punjab itself has so many internally displaced Hindu families from villages to the anonymity of safer cities like Pathankot, their land holdings at native villages quietly gobbled. who is their voice?
Didn’t Hindus suffer during that period of Khalistani terrorism, they did but no visible malice, they rebuilt their lives, carried on for the love for the nation. Aren’t those Hindus your brothers as well? Today all Khalistani NRIs proudly associate with Pakistani Punjabis and call themselves Punjabis and not Indians, may i have the audacity to ask them whether Punjabi Hindus don’t have a claim to this land of their forefathers? aren’t they your brothers too? perhaps a bit closer kinship than what you share with those Pakistanis.
1984 happened however not justified but one thing is very clear and sure, Khalistani terrorism did not happen because of 1984, it was already existing. Why are you trying to mobilise people on your lies? why this one sided victimhood? Notwithstanding, you have successfully built an anti Hindu, anti India narrative on this lie.
The sole aim of my writing is just to present a perspective and request all Sikh brothers to pragmatically analyse whether this Khalistani narrative has any truthful and firm ground, a collective snubbing to these Khalistani radicals is pretty much needed for the unity upon which hinges the very existence of our nation.
Vasili Mitrokhin, well that man wouldn’t apparently be pretty relevant in the world as we know it alas, that’s what we’d be shepherded to believe then. Vasili Mitrokhin’s book titled “The KGB and the world” can still strip certain ideology bare naked. The book is a confessional account of how KGB controlled the Indian politics, planted and nurtured communism with pretty much a purpose while the nation remained oblivious to what it was being wooed into. He even goes on to reveal how suitcases of cash were sent to head of a particular political party at helm those days. While his claims can be brushed aside calling them made up, work of fiction or even propaganda, certain affect on Indian polity, administration and psychological conditioning is palpable.
For the sake of political correctness and maintaining apolitical credentials, i am not pinning blame on any however still there are some who’ll have their ideologies stirred a bit after reading my article and may get irked as well.
Well, India was granted independence with a bloody wound of partition in 1947 and a not so sure about itself government started to chart a path for itself and for steering the nation on, Non Aligned Movement was what it chose while the world was divided in two power blocs, east and the west. NAM, what the Non Aligned Movement was popularly known as, proved to be a poaching ground for the two power blocs, both US led west and Soviet led East poached for Quasi allies, De-Facto colonies or Lackeys among the Non Aligned Movement nations and NAM could never really be Non Aligned. Even before overt US involvement with Pakistan, soviets had started planting and cultivating communist pawns in India. The book talks about how CPI was funded and tasked to facilitate Soviet running of India’s affairs, Mr Krishna Menon too is named in the book which has two complete chapters on India. Entire existence of Communist Party of India has been narrated to just as peddling of Soviet agenda in this so apparently a Non Aligned, free nation.
While Pakistan, the arch enemy gained tremendously by signing SEATO and CENTO treaties with US, becoming the most important US ally outside NATO, India did nothing to get closer to any of the power blocs, Non Alignment was a sham, ideologically we remained soviet ponies.
India chose to tread a tight rope between the two blocs and stay non aligned till the very end of the cold war though it remains pretty well apparent now that Indian policy dynamics have always soviet inclined for reasons both internal and external. US support to Pakistan in terms of military hardware, training and international posturing pushed India to look to Soviet Union for support which was very vital in the cold war era and it manifested in India’s success in 1971 operations amidst vehement western opposition to India’s stance.
That success militarily and politically couldn’t have been possible without the Soviet support both overt and covert. International relations however do not work on mutual gratitude and gratification, Soviets too needed allies to assert their political prowess and India was an apt candidate to be cultivated as an ally in the region, India’s geopolitical posturing supported Soviet designs considerably, specifically as Soviets had their share of dispute with China as well and the only natural answer to growing US influence in the region was developing a “Special Relation with India”.
INDUSTRY AND ECONOMY KEPT IN SHACKLES.
That relation however did cost India dear more internally than externally, the concept of public sector driven economy and existence of communist trade unions ensured that India remains dependent hugely on imports and foreign support, which came from Soviet Union thus giving a de-facto control of India’s economy to the Communist eastern bloc. Privatisation of industry was made to be a politically untouchable stigma, fat and economically untenable public sector units were carried as a dead weight by the frail economy. The employee trade unions hoodwinked the establishment to continue with fat and inefficient staffing of organisations while the advent of technology demanded less manpower for more efficiency.
Lack of private industry blunted the opportunity for growth and narrowed ambit for personal businesses further making populist political policy of job retention in public sector a compulsion for successive governments.
Industry and economy suffered and private businesses continued to be battered financially as well as socially which was well evident in the Bollywood movies of that era portraying private business owners as blood sucking beasts and encouraging unionism, poverty in general was blamed on the few ‘haves’.
There always used to be a blood sucking crony hindu ‘lala’ and a ‘billa number 76 wearing coolie’, communist propaganda, socialism facade and populist appeasement went as smooth as a whiskey sour. The lack of social and electronic media gave monopolised space to Bollywood which could weave the narrative and stay vindictive towards private businesses.
Any private businessman enduring and still sticking his neck out was seen as a crony capitalist. Communist socialism sold the false narrative to the entire nation that its “Haves VS Have nots“. That cacophonous buzz of narrative in your head was brought to you by bollywood.
While they made money, they left you in a delirium of leftist agenda, “have nots” couldn’t even have opportunities for progress in absence of job generating infrastructure, jobs after all were to be generated by industry which was in shackles of communist hoodwinks and sluggish bureaucracy. The need for having a healthy private sector and trade across the globe was never felt, India had too little economic relevance and was dependent on Eastern bloc for key essentials though retaining some Non Aligned credentials did allow India to trade with west however it remained abysmally limited, few successful examples to quote were purchase of Mirage and Jaguar fighter planes, Centurion and vickers battle tank, INS vikrant and virat, i can just count a few, the defence inventory in india still remains largely soviet . Some may argue that soviets were the only ones ready to share technology and that played a major part, yes that can be agreed to yet the very basic ingredient to become self sufficient in technology remained absent and that was nurturing our own private sector and encourage research and development through healthy market competition, defence sector in particular remained monopolised by PSUs and Government owned Ordinance Factory Board, result is for everyone to see, Indian Army still looks at imported Sig Sauer (US) and AK-203 (Russian) rifles as its basic small arm.
This remains largely a reason why leftist JNU brigade sees an enemy in Mr Modi, he has opened up unexplored sectors for privatisation and now there is a plan on for corporatization of Ordinance Factories as well, this would break the back of unionism in India and build a healthy ecosystem for competitive Research and Development. You’ll see more of “Desh Bech Diya” narrative woven by self proclaimed “Eminent Intellectuals” in near future.
Siege on Educational Institutions
Communists by their basic instinct, nature, definition and existence have to consider nationalism a bourgeoisphenomenon, that may appear to be a loud statement but yes, nationalism is only invoked in communism in dire exceptional circumstances like the fight for Stalingrad in WW-II, otherwise communism stands for global takeover of communism and nationalism is presented as venomous. Ever heard what JNU agitators shout lately? Nationalism is venomous, well, that doesn’t come as a surprise. These days we have a rightwing nationalist government in the centre and the protests go over the brim opposing National Anthem, “Bharat Mata ki Jai”, ‘Vande Matram’ and they go on and support Pakistan, China and call our nationalism venomous Xenophobia.
Well, that didn’t happen in a day, Student politics, i have my serious reservations if we need student politics at all but then that remains a topic for another day. Those (Daphli waala schmucks) have been leading the student politics at JNU, that university was captured and made a leftist bastion right at the birth of it owing to the communist money arriving from Soviet Union. It was a smart move, capturing young minds and purging nationalism out, manifestation you see even today.
Why Nepal’s newfound overt hate towards India too is born and brought up in Delhi?
Nepal abolished Monarchy in 2008 and the Maoist took over the power however retaining democracy. Maoists during their years long bloody campaign to usurp the Nepalese royals, had exhibited comprehensively how much they hated India by attacking Indian manufacturing companies operating in Nepal and stalling the projects being undertaken by Indian infrastructure companies. The father of Nepalese Marxist communism, Pushpa Kumar Dahal (Prachanda) was always known to be close to JNU scholars, notably Prachanda approached then NSA Mr Brajesh Mishra for a political solution to Nepalese civil war through SD Muni, another JNU scholar.
Prachanda’s deputy, Baburam Bhattarai who later became the Nepalese Prime Minister did his PhD from JNU under the guidance of Prof Attiya Habib and was known to be close to the Leftist Prima donna, Suzanne Arundhati Roy. He, in fact would have pretty profound memories of stay at JNU as he even met his wife, Hisila Yami at JNU, she was a Maoist too. The deep rooted relations between the Maoists of both sides are pretty well known. Why does JNU have to be the fountainhead of Marxism in the region when the ideology globally is more or less dead, even Russians have rejected the idea and left it way behind? Any which way, Nepal is far from being a blood brother anymore, Present Prime Minister KP Oli has entered china’s chambers and gone a step too far to claim India’s territory. By the way. Communist party of Nepal was formed by Pushpa Lal in 1949 at Calcutta after meeting and discussion with Indian Communist leader Nripendra Chakrawarti. Seeds, you see, were sowed here on our land, thorns born later now hurt us. The militant Maoist movement in Nepal too was inspired by Indian Naxalbari architect, Charu Majumdar , the father of bloody Naxal miltant movement in India. Communist of both sides undoubtedly received ideological support from Soviets and Chinese.
For the love of Mao : Hypocrisy to the hilt
Communists/Marxists/Maoists are more often than not presented as the harbingers of “free speech” , “free thought” , “liberal perception” and are generally found riding on the band wagon of various kinds of freedoms in India, well, lets for your ease name a few, “manuvaad se azaadi” , “Kashmir ki zadi” , “Brahmanvaad se azadi” ,”Hinduon se azadi” , they invent all new fissures in society to weave an agenda of lies to save their little existence, notwithstanding the impact it has on this nation already so diverse and divided on so many fronts. Irony dies a sudden unnatural death when these schmucks talk of free speech and freedom of thought while the icons of communism “Mao Zedong” had even banned cosmetics for women in China, our cool girls of ideology here go around protesting with a white foundation washed face and flaunting nice mascara, the other one “joseph Stalin” killed and tortured millions under his ‘Gulag’ , ‘order number 227’ and ‘the great famine’.
Azadi they talk about wouldn’t have been as scarce as it was under communist regimes of Mao and Stalin both responsible for millions of deaths in their respective nations, Mao was famous for purging his own party of any possible opposition.
They’ll agitate for Shaheen Bagh, support anyone who can pose a threat of any intensity to anything which has any semblance to nationalism that anyone can be a Maoist naxal, Kashmiri Jihadi, Pakistan or China as well.
Indian Communists supported Chinese communist take over of Tibet and had supported China in 1962, Ideology was above the nation clearly. China’s Chairman is our chairman was commonly heard in Indian communist corridors during 1962 and before. How have things changed now, well, that is something remains to be seen but their indulgence in agitations to bring the nation to the halt just cements my belief, things haven’t changed much after all.
That ‘Bat in the Soup’ took a plunge, kicked start a pandemic or it didn’t, perhaps man’s doing and culpability handed over to the mute bat. Notwithstanding the origin of the pandemic, it has exposed the vulnerability of the mankind to a fragile twig.
This viral jolt to the human civilization is a vast study in itself and mind you, it has manifested in more ways than one can think of. Pandemic and the deaths owing to it is just one, yeah just one part of the problem, what it reveals and lays open is way too sinister than being generally associated to the pandemic. I don’t really want to talk about how and why the virus spread as it is already in common domain of know, what i want to talk about today is how the a microscopic pathogen can and has stripped the social set-up naked. I’d not brew the introduction too long now and get on to the core issue here; Schism, yeah that is the core issue here, Schism and why that is far deeper and lethal pathogen than the virus itself. The schism that is poised to be a law and order nightmare, that is one lesson from the recent past and it is still manifesting during COVID lockdown.
Schism, way too huge!
Nation as diverse as india has to take that diversity with a caution. “Diversity is our strength” is a pliable, cute, babe in the woods kind of phrase when “unity in diversity” seems a bit delusive. “Unity in Diversity” takes a lot of responsibility to be true, which unfortunately is way too inaccessible for certain political rabble to take a whiff of.
Diversity is our strength?
India is diverse and with diversity come differences. India was partitioned on religious grounds in 1947 and adopted a secular system of governance as it allowed people of all religions within its boundaries yet India faced its first insurgency as a result if dissent by Angami Zapu Phizo led “The Naga National Council” in 1947 itself. I am sure not many of compatriots from south, central, western and northern India would know who Mr Angami was and who Isaac and Muivah would be, well thats also a case to be studied, why aren’t people aware what goes in Northeast India. Isn’t that national issue? How many know about Laldenga and Mizo insurgency? How Sikkim joined India in 1975 as 22nd state and before that it was an independent nation? Do we know our nation well enough?, well, i know Indian folks who know better about American Revolution than 1971 war.
How would our diversity become our strength when we don’t even know how diverse we are?
I’d leave it at that, don’t really want to challenge anyone’s knowledge about our diversity, just would like my intent of provoking a thought to be conveyed appropriately. I have listed a few differences societies can have and you see for yourselves, we have them all:
These differences need caution to be exercised by the politicians in their agendas, policies and their words as well. Chasms are present, can be exploited any day, the politicians on this nation have a greater weight of obligation to haul.
These differences have to be managed well for the nation to exist as a healthy democratic, secular republic. Politics has to be responsible, anytime the social fabric of the nation is ruptured, politicians definitely own the culpability however that wouldn’t absolve the common populace of that blame of not being awake of their own responsibilities as citizen of a vastly diverse nation. How responsible the politician and the citizen have really been in the recent past? Lets analyse, now you just keep relating as i connect the dots for you.
Politician calling the Police men ‘Thulla’ and having voters cheering him.It is fair to assume that people of this nation when a prominent Delhi based rookie politician called the Delhi police as ‘Thulla’. Due apology was offered in some time as complaints were filed by police but then that ‘Apology’ did not occupy the same profound space in media as that ‘Thulla’ Comment. What get etched on public memory is “Thulla” and not that apology that followed. A politician making such a statement is not passable, it is huge and it only goes to malign an institution.police mocked.
Questioning Army on Surgical Strikes.Army functions within the framework of the constitution and the democratic values of the nation however it stays apolitical and its functioning is purely in line with the national effort. Army Chief or the Director General of Military Operations takes a press conference to announce the success of Surgical Strikes and that is a completely apolitical affair, it is part of the Standing Operating Procedure of any organisation to have a press brief besides that army is of the nation and does not owe allegiance to any political party. Can we doubt our own army’s stand on its particular operation against a known pledged enemy? Do we oppose a particular political party or we in the fervour of opposing drag the institutions of the nation? Question their integrity? I know many would still differ but then seeing a conspiracy theory everywhere too leads to loss of faith in institutions and subsequently is an invitation to anarchy. Army’s Integrity questioned.
Tacit support by various politicians to JNU assemblages.What really is JNU? A stellar institution in study of humanities, stellar or otherwise, it is still just a university meant to impart education. It cannot be a breeding ground for worldwide insurgencies. JNU infact is one of the last forts of Marxists which is holding out and thats the sole reason for their dogged fight for existence in its premises. Every couple of days they have a new agenda, new protest and in recent past more so as they see a right wing government at the helm and keep grinding their teeth to somehow thwart it. Government and institutions maligned.
Kashmiri militant supporting students fishing in troubled waters. Recent protests JNU, almost all of them had participation from certain students of Kashmiri origin supporting the separatist ideology chanting “azadi for Kashmir”, they never miss out on a chance to promote their narrative while media glare is available. JNU lends itself their motive, provides all the mob gathering and media coverage they need. They in turn conveniently utilise all thats granted to peddle pro-Pakistan narrative and malign the security agencies operating in Kashmir. Wannabe revolutionaries like ‘Kanhaiya Kumar’ take it further and go on to malign Indian Army. It is surely understood that India is a democracy and Army as an institution is not beyond the law however it too should be remembered that human rights commission at various levels puts in places adequate safeguards, Army itself has a moral code of conduct and robust discipline mechanism to guard against any immoral behaviour by the soldiers and officers. Can the fourth strongest nation in the world allow any damn wannabe level allegations against its army without any credentials? Army maligned.
Loose rope to so called student politics. The student politics in a university though an absurd concept to me personally as it only can produce career politicians and nothing else comes out of it in these times of nation states when its been more than seven decades we last had imperialism in our country. Even if it has to stay, the student politics should just confine itself to ‘student affairs’ and cannot be granted a space for loose mouth wasted wannabes to agitate against every decision of the elected government from article 370 to CAA. If a certain ideology is wriggling uncomfortable with the government at helm, it can wait for next elections. Student associations drag every institution of the government into their narratives and have backing of certain faculty members and politicians. Multiple institutions maligned.
Shaheen bagh, its support and ramifications. Shaheen bagh was a blockade, a very well planned blockade which could not have been possible without desperate political vendetta and the timing too was just right, elections in the Capital. CAA was passed by the elected government at the Parliament of the nation, it could only be opposed with a proper legal process and not by mob blockades and holding the nation to ransom. The Shaheen Bagh protest was not just a protest, it was blatant upfront challenge to the elected government and the supreme institutions that form the very substratum of democracy.
False narrative woven to pitch entire Muslim community against the government. CAA was never for rendering Indian native Muslims stateless, it only facilitates entry of religiously persecuted minorities of Pakistan, Bangladesh and Afghanistan, further it never was Hindu centric, it involved all minority religions of these three countries. Common illiterate Muslim was made to sit for agitation continuously fed with daily dose of skewed narrative by leftist wannabes and prima-donnas. A narrative of “Muslim VS the government” was created. If already we didn’t have enough chasms in this nation to bridge, another was added. Imagine how sinister the situation can get when second largest Majority population assumes entire government mechanism to be against it. biggest chasm exploited, faith in elected government undermined.
Threatening voices at the podium of Shaheen Bagh. There were some newborn “Alpha Wolves” seen during the protests who aimed to lead the pack on a path of destruction of the entire society, Alpha wolves delivered speeches and “lackey wolves”cheered for them, these lackey wolves would then take the agenda to the streets. Sharjeel Imamspoke of how Siliguri corridor can be cut off by mobilising Muslims of the region. If that is nor sedition, what would qualify as? Eminent lawyer Bhanu Pratap Singh called for muslims to boycott certain business and particularly named Reliance industries to be targeted, he went on to say that the government aims to finish muslims. Created a government VS Muslims narrative on an already existing chasm.
Breeding of countless “Lackey Wolves” and that are way too dangerous to handle. Those “Alpha Wolves” on the podium, on social media, those have some relevance due to their following breed many followers further with their skewed narratives and hate speeches. Sharjeel Imam was arrested but what about the people in the audience who were cheering him, he was successful in shaping perceptions and these perceptions are malignant. Recent hateful Tik-Tok videos have surfaced at a time when world is battling Corona, people are still in a fever of spite. Who are these people making videos and who are the ones watching, its the common regular inconsequential commoner but the harm it does to society is immense, these are the ‘Lackey Wolves’ in the society who are roaming amongst you. ‘lackey wolf’ in the big city ghetto and the dividends of being! That lackey wolf, he won’t lead the pack he knows, he’d just follow the lead provided by the alpha. The common uncouth follower isn’t tagged, he doesn’t have an eye watching, the social media trending tweets on his hate speech. He knows he just is a lackey wolf, won’t be under any media glare and he’s vile, vicious and cunning notwithstanding his stature in the pack. He’ll do the harm and less of talking, he’ll have his jaws around your jugular, his incisors in your flesh. Its the lackey wolf who has that lascivious fire of hate in his eyes, who’ll arson, kill, rape and riot. He’ll loot your belongings, patrol your alleys with his banner of hate. He’ll do it all and he’ll do it with impunity. He knows he is safe, won’t be any arrest for him, he is just ‘ one lackey wolf’ in the mob, no one recognises him, he has no public face, no consequential existence. He knows only the mob leader would face the law. The lackey wolf is the real threat, are we doing anything against the commoner in the mob?? Entire mob is never arrested and that is a very dangerous void. This in the military terminology would be termed “Zero Intensity Conflict” where the hate and sedition is in the minds, in perception and can any day manifest in real conflict.
Smoke screen of lies to make political ends meet. Delhi Politician, Manish Sisodia took to twitter to tweet a picture of anti CAA arson where he accused Delhi Police of torching a DTDC bus. It was proven rather immediately that he in fact had set a false narrative accusing an institution involved in maintenance of law and order of a rather heinous act of arson. Delhi police personnel were in fact seen dousing the fire by pouring water. That was a huge malicious allegation on police and the politician tweeting this had massive following, the narrative was sold and bought well by the lackeys, what next? How would the politician be penalised, the harm has been done notwithstanding. Delhi Police dragged into political mudslinging and its image tarnished without a reason.
Harsh Mander calling people to streets. Leftist columnist Harsh mander called people to streets and incited the mob by saying “Supreme Court did not save Secularism during Ayodhya verdict, so now time has come to hit streets” ; FAISLA SADAK PE HOGA. This was a clear call for uprising and he questioned the integrity of the Supreme Court.
Paving a way to Anarchy.
Maligning of institutions to weaving false narratives, every irresponsible, deliberate or inadvertent act will add up to the push and have a cascading effect on the nation as a whole. The incidents of firing on police, stone pelting or not cooperating with the health staff during COVID lockdown are not some stray incidents without any run up to them. These incidents exhibit the loss of faith in the institutions which has been planted and nursed since long. Once the functioning of institutions is hampered and challenged, its anarchy.
Isn’t COVID lockdown period a probation for the society?
The Corona pandemic and the lockdown that followed has shown us how divided our society can be during the times of crisis. Certain sects not adhering to the advise, hateful social media posts, lowly and despicable Tik-Tok videos, some neighborhoods not allowing health workers to function, attacks on police and unabated narrative weaving even at the time of crisis only makes one wonder how the nation would respond to major crisis, war for that case where national effort would be required and would the nation respond united? Fortunately still, the majority of populace is cooperating a following the guidelines. COVID lockdown period however can be a probation and a time for introspection for the citizen. It is a probation that can make us prepared for the future as a health democracy and strong nation. We can either come out as a superpower or go down to dungeons. CHOICE IS OURS, IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN, STOP BLAMING JUST THE POLITICIAN, OWN THE CULPABILITY.
I would be grateful and delighted to see your comments in agreement or in dissension of my perspective. Stay safe, lets build a stronger India.
He hangs on a belief for what else could be so real in his entire fickle existence knitted with lies, he was a myth and he nurtured the myth of his ownership of space and time. That man weaves a starry eyed fantasy of limitless capability, technology to know the deep buried secrets of the universe, augmenting his senses to peep into the unknown and yet, a moment is all it takes to lay all his dreams to rest without decent last rites.
what do we build our perceptions on? the senses that confine us to measured boundaries vis-a-vis the vast unending realities of the universe. we have a world confined by our senses, perceptions to what we can see, hear, understand and relate, what if we were just as diminutive as the microscopic parasites that we everyday wash off our hands. yes. we are timid, minuscule, irrelevant and perishable colony of organisms in the bigger cosmic canvas. Human skin in itself is a living colony of microscopic trillions and one drop of hand sanitizer is an apocalypse for them, isnt it? am i not the complete universe to them? how far can that microscopic being go in the path of discovery to see the actual universe? it cannot, it would just live and die assuming my skin to be the unending universe.
Humans are gifted indeed, gifted with five senses, ability to analyze, perceive, a reach to rationale and faculties to exercise them all yet humans to are confined, bound by dark curtains of the limits of our senses and even more by imposing the shackles of philosophies and the dogmas of our own making. The dogma calls for allegiance and culls the tendency to question, killing the man’s quest and the yearning to challenge his limits. A shackled man surrenders to the comfort of the confinement, forgetting he was already confined by his senses.
Vision : A pair of human eyes has a total field of view of approximately 200 degrees horizontally and those eyes that proffer you the visual treat of the universe as you see it too are limited by a set of wavelength. Eyes wouldn’t let you peep beyond the VIBGYOR and that’s about it folks! you cannot even see the very well known WIFI wave traveling in your room and yet you have the gumption to discount the supernatural?
Hearing : 20 to 20000 decibels is all that sums up your hearing and the comprehension based on hearing too is skewed considerably. Howling of a wolf, barking of a dog, some random noises of the nature, did you ever ask yourself if they conveyed some meaning? Even human languages, whats the difference in howling of a wolf and a song in mandarin to me? i can understand neither.
Touch, smell and taste : these three senses have not even been studied that well and as such animals beat humans in each. Selectively animals have certain senses way too advanced than us humans, a pig can smell a buried landmine, bats move on radar technology of their own, birds have GPS navigation. Humans have not even learnt from animals fully and we sit back reclining with a cheeseburger in one hand and a TV remote in the other assuming primacy among-st species, certain forms of belief often even profess that all species are made to serve the humans, naivety and ludicrosity knows no limits!
well, i started with time and space yet the ‘spacy’ me drifting in the comforts of languorous thoughts just could help drifting away before some sane gulp of stiff black coffee jolted me back the the time and space i was in, lets plunge into time and space then. ever thought of a parallel world around you or perhaps multiple parallel worlds? what if one was to pause the world for an hour and then restart from where it was without anyone knowing about this? what if there is some species so fast that they can live years in what seems a minute to us? would we get to notice? we cannot even see a bullet in the air, only get to see the effect. What if there are certain things that walk around but their presence is not caught by the VIBGYOR? their effect is not noticed by us, noise is lesser that 20 decibels? perhaps more developed radars and sight systems would explore. what if there is something that doesn’t have a shape.
The cosmic and the possibilities are unending, so is my belief, my belief isn’t a Dogma, dogmas restrict, they box the imagination and limit it to rigid philosophy unwelcoming to acceptance of a contradiction, an argument or a disagreement. Dogmas are sinister, dogmas arouse a turf war which has and would continue to destroy humanity. There are no tight compartments where my belief dwells, idol worship doesn’t make me an infidel, giving up idol worship and meditate to look inwards doesn’t throw me out of my belief system, I am still a human, believer of Sanatan values, I don’t pray, worship or meditate, am still a Sanatan Dharmic human, I just do good deeds in life. Renouncing every material bond and deciding to wander in woods of anonymity, looking for the supreme in my own self keeps me as Sanatan Dharmic human, a believer as living a commoner’s life and being true to my family, all people around me. My belief doesn’t harm anyone, doesn’t profess harming any life around me, a vegan is welcome so is a diehard non-vegetarian, he’ll discover on his own, if he feels like he’ll give up meat, even if he doesn’t he still is part of the belief system, he’s not declared an infidel.
Some would question the very existence of the supreme in any form, the Atheists and yes they too are welcome, they question, that’s their right, that’s the only way to get answers, they are ‘Saadhaks’ , the seekers and thats how my belief system accepts them, they are never turned away and called infidels. Some live a life of penance and pain, some just dance in joy and celebrate life undeterred, both are the children of the same divine philosophy of acceptance. Undiscovered, unknown and unlimited is how i define the divine, how much do i know to denounce someone else’s ways? I worship life in every form, i am grateful to creations around me, i thank sun for giving the very basic energy without which there would be no life on earth, I thank “Vayu”, the air for my breath, I thank rivers and mountains for resources, i thank mother earth for hosting all life. I don’t have “too many gods” but yes, i worship all manifestations of the supreme, i respect all life and all life givers. I am human and i am an inconsequential seeker in the vast unfolding of the cosmic, i remain a seeker and thats a title no one can take away while i choose what i choose to do keeping on the path of good “Karma”. I can go and visit a mosque, a church, a synagogue, i wear a turban, a hat, a skull cap or flash a “Tilak” on my forehead, I am a Dharmic, a Sanatani and my belief doesn’t declare me an outcast, my belief encourages me to discover. My belief is “Sanatan Dharma”.
War! well my friend, you are not interested in that heinous act, war is interested in you, that’s on a prowl, scouting your streets. The callow ones wouldn’t agree though, the war is ubiquitous, its everywhere and it is biting you nimble and there are those cunning ones who wouldn’t let you feel the pain till you bleed out the last ounce of life.
1948 was a war Pakistan imposed on us and entered Kashmir to occupy before the Maharaja could request India for help, sure enough India could only counterattack and defend eventually leaving a major chunk of landmass with the attacker, dispute there wasn’t and it was manufactured, Jammu and Kashmir’s state forces were subverted and muslim troops joined Pakistani raiders in butchering own brothers in arm. The same religious divide was exploited in 1980s resulting in the exodus of Kashmiri Pundits.
Pakistani raiders raped and looted their way to shalatang, outskirts of Srinagar, raping, killing and looting with no regards to the religion of the victims whatsoever, Muslims were not spared. 1st Battalion the Sikh regiment landed at old airport, Srinagar on request of the Maharajah of Kashmir and started expanding out clearing the raiders, 4th Battalion, the Kumaon Regiment lost its brave including Major Somnath Sharma, PVC (posthumously) at Shalatang. Our brave gave their blood to keep those raiders from raping and looting any further and eventually were able to regain much lost ground till the present day LOC. India was not the one who attacked or occupied, it was called for help and Jammu and Kashmir legally joined Indian union. Now, much of that remains only in the military domain of knowledge and that’s the reason our young generation of Indians is in fact buying the lie that India is the invader, an occupier much against the wishes of the locals, thats a lie told over a thousand times and it now echoes in your ears as truth. So much for Ignoring everything with a little Olive hue.
Society will only learn a lesson if it reads the history as thoroughly as those who are trying to exploit the same divide even now, i will just leave it at that, lets analyze the present.
Pulwama, a small town in Kashmir valley is in the common know for brutal killing of CRPF personnel and so is the Nationalist-Antinational debate owing to the incident. This is not the first time Pakistan has provided the ‘nuclear’ threat as an armour to Jihadists against possible ramifications. Pakistan is a known enemy and would continue to remain so in foreseeable future, it is not heading towards a trillion dollar economy but sure enough it is heading towards a suicidal explosion, why should that bothers someone, it doesnt really, but it plans to take us down in that suicidal explosion and that should be of concern to us. Kashmir is just symbolic, the fight is on the ideology, Pakistan was formed on a theocratic principle of Islam and two nations theory originating from it. It cannot stand the idea of a nation state with democracy surviving despite ethnic/religious differences and India represents exactly that. Pakistan directly or indirectly supports all insurgencies in India from Nagaland in east to Punjab in the west, Punjab in particular is important to discuss as Khalistani ideology has been considerably revived in recent years.
The youth today, shackled in the daily fight to find employment and make better living in an upwardly mobile corporate culture doesn’t have time for a read into the history to base his perception on unless that is part of the curriculum and we fail as a society when we keep military history out of the domain of knowledge acquisition mandatory for academic ladder.
Pulwama or no Pulwama, India loses good men fighting for its integrity in Kashmir, Northeast or wherever need arises and given our neighborhood this is likely to continue and the situation is going to turn to more hybrid, non linear battle where the enemy would plan to take the fight to your streets, exploiting the racial, ethno-religious, caste and ideological divides. That perhaps has already started, you cannot afford to leave the core of the nation soft and pulpy as you secure the boundaries, that is a vulnerability any worthy adversary would salivate for, war gentlemen we are in already and we’d do well to recognise and understand the design. While I say that and would like that to reach maximum ears I do not subscribe to xenophobic war mongering, I’d just urge my countrymen to read, understand the history which stands calling, trying to narrate lessons for us, don’t let that calling fall on deaf ears. Military history is pretty much your history, the lessons aren’t just relevant for the military, they are a haunting if we as a society aren’t prepared even now!
This nation is a nation state, belongs to all notwithstanding the religion, that’s our strength and the divides are weakness, a khalistan, a nagalim, a Mahar vs Maratha, upper-lower caste conflict, Aryan vs Dravidian or any other divide would just be another nail in our coffin, enemy doesn’t need soldiers today, our useful idiots provide unpaid manpower to him and are pretty effective as well, understanding this design would go well in ensuring a better future. Any further division of this nature won’t auger well for anyone but the adversary, he’d love to see you getting eaten piecemeal. Something that Mughals and Brits did, alas we don’t learn our lessons!
Venus fly trap ……..that’s some fascination!! So is anarchy
wanted to pour my ire out on the ineptitude with which cretins of the revolutionary ideology are lining up behind the pied Piper on his way to anarchy, that man rides on the promise of a change. Change, well, Anarchy is quite an inviting one, that has taken a considerable population of lamebrains half way down the alley to disorder.
An old niggling commoner driving an auto-rickshaw too believes Pulwama was an inside job, that dimwit didn’t even know where Pulwama was but he was firm in his belief that it was an inside job, the ideology of a “change” has kindled such a sinister perception, minions don’t even know what that ideology is leading to.
That has led you half way into anarchy and sure enough, it is revolutionary to you, keep at it, the trap is lucrative……..what’s in a trap if that ain’t lucrative??
Venus fly trap, ever heard of it???
Venus flytrap, well that’s inviting for the ones who aren’t in it already and once in, it really doesn’t matter, you’re dead anyway. An advertisement i did find relevant in recent times said “the streets are filled with idiots”, that really nailed it, idiocy of lining up behind the pied piper marching to anarchy is pretty palpable these days, so apparent that you can actually smell that obnoxiousness around the country. Strayed a bit from my narrative, did i ? perhaps, well then, lets get back to the fly trap. Fly trap seems lucrative, definitely something that certain little creatures feel like flirting with, the smell of it or the vibrant color thats inviting, irresistibly inviting and a certain death hides behind that fascination. Revolution for an undefined change, thats fascination as well and one would do well to know the perils before getting consumed by it.
Order, thats what the civilizations breathe on, disorder is strangulation that kills them. India as a nation or perhaps few privileged ones from the society chose an order and that was democracy way back in 1950 as the constitution came into effect, the nation has been crawling, walking, chugging along since then in some relative order and came a pretty long way to be able to launch its own satellites, be the fourth strongest nation in the world and then breed enough freedom to have people shouting “Bharat tere tukde…” whatever that was, while feeding on the taxpayer’s money. Maan! that’s some freedom of speech! here again i tend to stray a bit going on a tangent owing to my personal anguish against that particular strain of freedom, ill get back to the subject then, order it is and in this case it is democracy, the chosen way of bringing and maintaining the order.
Democracy isn’t a lynch town, it can’t go shooting people to make them stay within regulations, democracy has institutions, for the people, by the people, of the people. You heard it right people, it is you who make the institutions in a democratic nation and the institutions have to be respected. Institutions bring order in a democracy, Armed Forces, Election Commission, Judiciary they are the institutions and not individuals, nor some political party either. They were meant to be held in high respect and yet recent past has seen people with little credentials or perhaps some thousand Youtube followers dragging the institutions for a dual in their filthy slush.
Nations with strong armies, healthy democracies, functional institutions and thriving economies can’t just be killed easy, adversaries have to inject a rot or perhaps find a rot to nurture it. The rot has been injected, it is being nursed, the credulous has bought that idea of suspecting the institutions.
They were put on records saying “soldiers are being slaughtered for votes” that gentlemen, is a huge statement and demonic too. Is it Idi Amin’s Uganda? come on, this nation has a democratically elected government and one with decent enough respect in the United Nations and other world forums. That lie about Pulwama has been spoken and i tell you it has been bought too by certain ill-informed cretins. Spoken by some lunatic is okay, the issue of that being accepted by some is where the Pandora’s box opens. India has a disciplined, organized and trained army but the army is only as good as the morale is, now imagine a situation where that sinister lie makes an in-road to the perception of the people serving in the army which is fighting since 1948 whether you admit or not. That is killing of an institution and that is subversion. This is exactly what warring nations have done as part of propaganda against each other since the time the very first war was fought.
Surgical strikes or any other name you have for the tactical action by the air-force or the army did happen and happened in the same intensity as spoken about by my government, my armed forces. I am a nation loving citizen and my institution has conveyed about a certain action about which that institution has the best knowledge, i am not even qualified enough to question leave aside willingly buying Pakistan’s narrative on that. Pakistan, the nation who has it’s entire plan of imposing a Low Intensity Conflict on India based on deniability, why would that nation not deny a conventional action by Indian armed forces when it clearly knows it cannot afford to get into a conventional dual with India? Low Intensity Conflict is its domain, it does not want to escalate to conventional war, it just cannot afford it and returning Wing Commander Abhinandan was an action to de-escalate the situation and an opportunity walk out with honour for Pakistan, sure enough their Prime Minister delivered a speech full of magnanimity. Choice of what narrative to buy was still mine and i had my belief in my national institutions intact. Yet, certain hemp vaping revolutionaries peddled that Pakistani lie in our nation, became their vehicle of door to door marketing as that suited their agenda too, who cares for the nation? You believed the enemy and helped his propaganda, its subversion. period.
Next institution and the one most significant for a healthy democracy is the Election Commission, you the coughing and the winking revolutionaries did not spare even that one. Now you have a narrative ready to blame election commission for the loss, political minnows too are making statements against the integrity of the election commission. is the loss so tough to gulp? Haven’t people lost elections in the past?. Aren’t your narratives killing the healthy democratic nation?
And you, the citizen of the nation, what are you looking at? buying those lies, do you even know what that all leads to, its anarchy my friend, the end of the order that the nation breathes on, call is yours. let it breath or strangulate it to the certain death. That un-called for suspicion against the institutions is a revolution too if you call it, that revolution arising out of way too free speech is lucrative, so is that Venus fly trap.
Been pretty long since i wrote last, just discovered i had even hit the threshold of forgetting the block setting of the document on my webpage as well. Notwithstanding the rustic fact that i don’t even pay much heed to the suavity and aesthetics as i had just been writing the stuff that filled my mind on a passing, today though i decided to look up for a brighter text color. Pink it was then, the color people do associate with the female living without any particular convincing reason, pink or mauve or whatever it was, not so good with colors and i know ladies would tear through me on the argument on right shade of colour, i stay defensive on this one. My hero today is a female, one i just met fortuitously forced by the circumstances i brought on myself. Writing undecided devoid of a clear aim, clarity has always been elusive to me, couldn’t gather clarity in a trade-off between travel and philosophy so here i am, writing a quasi travel blog with philosophy hanging in between.
Hanol, thats a place of varied consequence, the seat to Mahasu Devta, a form of lord Shiva worshiped in regions of Garhwal, Uttrakhand and parts of Himachal and sure enough a pilgrimage destination for some and a quiet serene mountain hamlet of nothing much on offer except the temple and the tranquility for the city dweller with profound expectations. Now, how i ended up making a journey to this remote corner itself is a tale of my lackadaisical to the brim attitude and the hankering for some way-off woods and i tell you, thats a concoction for failure, kind of failure i savor. Sticking to a plan is confinement one takes comfort in, death of that plan set me free, though bought wrath from the flinty side of dear sister and closest friend’s wife who banked on my vulnerable plan. Those were some whiskey soaked goodbyes that started good about four months before i was to eventually leave Delhi for the new place, regulation shifting that came along the profession. G n R were closest i had and we would sip on some ale every chance we got and more so now as my days in Delhi were numbered. GG has been a friend since college and mind you, more brother than a friend. GG’s wife R has been a friend too since they started dating and eventually got married, R, that lady i always knew as a fiery, strong willed,curt though witty corporate trainer. She wasn’t pretty receptive to the idea of adventure travel as i started planning a trip to the mountains for the final stretch of goodbyes. She couldn’t have been, given the metropolitan life, corporate culture that she was in and then their young child of just three. I promised a plan blending in a cosy night retreat after every day’s drive and she bought it, GG, my man was just sipping on his wheat beer in perfect composure, maintaining that quintessential GG smile, hiding in it his affirmative belief in the fickleness of my plan and his trust in my misadventure.
Chakratta was the place i had my sights on, a serene little hamlet in Uttrakhand that i first visited on a bike and found some good trails to arouse my adrenaline and enough woods to lay it to rest. Perfect plan’s death concoction has a basic ingredient and i bought that enough, started the preparations with buying booze even before checking the booking for the resort or some hideout for the nights, few days passed and i finally paid some attention to the “less important” aspect of accommodation. I started up with checking up with the forest department for some way too deep into the woods sleepy guesthouse and i received my first wake up call, they tell me their guest houses are all gone under election commission for the time as elections were in play. Then came the commercial online booking sites, couldn’t really find some decent ones with my kind of adrenaline junkie palate, was rather fixated to have some way off retreat. I remembered staying at a government owned commercial property at Munsiyari, Kumaon once and it was sure a good experience, that was enough for me to start looking for a government owned tourist resort and nearest i could find was Hanol, a place just over a 100 kilometers of broken, bad road away from chakratta and the only merit it scored was its remoteness. Well, i didnt even know Hanol was that far as i booked the resort and that was the last nail in the already not so perfect plan’s coffin.
A couple of days prior to the drive, i discovered that Hanol was actually too way off if trails around Chakratta were to be aimed at besides it was 12 hours drive from Delhi, i prepared myself for the onslaught, my wife had already warned me against any adventure in this trip besides the burden of not letting my people down played heavy as after all i was the one entrusted with the responsibility of ill-planning the entire trip. Willy-nilly we set out and hit the road, long winding mountain road with relatively scanty traffic and patches of awe inspiring sights reassured me of the place, Hanol, its beauty, tranquility and then the noose of that responsibility just loosened a bit around my neck.
It took an entire day of driving to finally reach and i was starving, kids restless and the two ladies apprehensive. ladies had the apprehensions right, we got two beautiful set of rooms in the resort which had no other guest and there was a reason…. there was no restaurant in a radius of 20 long, curvy, dark and lonely kilometers…..i felt that agony of the noose tightening around my neck, throat suddenly went dry and i was choking, i looked at my wife, at R and i choked some more. Our man GG yet, was smiling, sometimes his composure makes me feel he is the next Dalai Lama and its a privilege being associated with him as someday i would perhaps get a chance of writing his biography, my only chance of hitting fame but right now i was dying of culpability and needed to excavate an eating joint somehow. My lord savior appeared in form of the resort caretaker and told me he is trying to speak to a lady in the village who owns a shabby little shack on the road and perhaps could cook something for us to survive the night. Last we met GG and R was at Fio, that uptown garden restaurant in the Garden of Five Senses, Delhi and this shack was pretty quick a run downstairs in comparison.
A small table with four chairs, a gas stove and few biscuit packs was all we had to call an eating joint tonight, the lady owner was cooking herself with her daughter to assist, Me and GG stayed in the car and turned to the famous Old Monk for solace and some thoughts of wisdom. Notwithstanding the expectations, Sita, the lady had cooked well and for me, the added advantage was presented by the fact that the lady was Gurkhali and had quintessential style of cooking……real hot pepper. Old monk and some hot food, i was good to hit the sack. I sheepishly announced that the next day’s dawn would see us packing for Chakratta and would find some good retreat, asked Sita to prepare breakfast too as there wasn’t a place to offer much before Chakratta on the next day’s drive as well. We in-fact, had bothered Sita at an inappropriate time and she had prepared a custom food order specifically for us, having spent some recent years in the capital city filled with malevolent, hard-bitten people with sole aim of sucking on someone else’s meagre resources one was pretty sure and prepared to pay dearly for what belly full we ate. Sita had a surprise for me, she asked me meagre 280 bucks, maan! That was less than one pack of decent cigarettes, I tried bargaining to pay some 500 that I found still was too little for the hospitality, the courteous smile she maintained as she declined to accept my proposition was touching.
We went back to our night retreat, continued drinking and R was cheerful and was liking the tranquility, I was hanging on to the slender thread of hope of getting some accommodation somewhere next to chakratta now as the plan was laid to rest in peace. Next day started energetic and fresh, we that included my wife and children paid our allegiance to Mahasu Devta, visited the temple and sought blessings meanwhile GG and R, agnostic as they were waited for us at Sita’s shack. We joined them, had our breakfast fill and pretty hearty one. I began my ritual of trying to push some extra money to Sita for what I felt was her hospitality and warmth, she would relent a bit. R requested Sita for a picture with us and she obliged with a tears in her eyes, she perhaps didn’t expect our respect in reciprocation of her candor conduct and humble hospitality without assuming anything in return. We all were touched, that was a basic human emotion that should just be obvious to all of us, helping fellow humans, that’s compassion and we had to travel 12 hours to see that happening.
Sita had meagre resources, she fights the entire day to run her shack, fights to keep the hope of having some prospect alive, she had an opportunity to make some paltry profit for a day but she didn’t let that idea flirt with her daily honesty, she stuck to her values and some random city dwelling people better endowed with some dough couldn’t shake her. She did a favour to all of us unaware, she kindled a belief in compassion, basic human emotions and shook us all out of our relationship with material comfort. None of us was indifferent to love and compassion, we had that already in us, she just stirred up what lay in slumber. She was rich, richer than the rest of us, richer in compassion, her conscience inculpable.
We wished her adieu and I was in jeopardy wishing her better prospects or wishing her status quo, I couldn’t decide. She had her conscience clear, her compassion intact and spirits undeterred, would that all hold on to the assault of civilization, the civilization as we call it however uncivil it may actually be. The contact, the proximity to the “practical’ indifferent city dwellers would spoil the demureness, won’t let her be what she was. I couldn’t decide what to wish for, I just left it to the unfolding of the design. Sure wouldn’t find that humility at manali or shimla or any other spoilt by internees to almighty dollar City tenant hill station. I wish that demure Sita endures, perhaps utopian, I just still wish.
Well, Hanol wasn’t a plan, that was a design that unfolded beyond my influence and understanding. Perhaps a visit to Mahasu Devta and then this lesson on humility. That unorganised jeopardy brought me even closer to my dearest GnR, we sipped on our ale at places we never planned, trails we never imagined leaving a tread on and lush woods that sooth my eyes still. Plans are vulnerable, plans are what we seek comfort in while the higher design governs all unnoticed, mountains have always been inviting and i would stay on a quest for the next summit, the next trail, next set of deep woods…….i wont plan, i give in to the design!
Someone asked me yesterday why do we have terrorism keeping us shackled even after decades of counter terrorism operations.
Why a PULWAMA? Okay then let’s give you the oliveblood’s latest sunglasses to peep through for some hard hitting perspective.
DEBATABLE that its the oldest civilisation, one of the oldest thats beyond dispute, well narrated past glory prior to 1000s of years of tyranny and occupation and then the costly independence with in effect four nations sliced out of its flesh, INDIA, PAKISTAN, BANGLADESH AND I’D INCLUDE MYANMAR for the obvious truth.
ANY OTHER NATION AND COMMUNITY WITH THAT STRUGGLE AND A HISTORY OF LOSSES to record,
ANY OTHER NATION would have come out stronger and would be staunch to preserve its identity, any other Nation!!!
did i say NATION? oh yeah, thats what, thats where i went wrong, british left a landmass containing vivid creatures, uncouth, divided, self hating beings with absolutely zilch self respect.
British left as they had become too weak economically and administratively fighting the Great war against Germans and Japs to handle administration of a far away land and the naive ones of the subcontinent assumed their victory.
British made our soldiers win their battle for them and pay in blood all across the world against the enemy they didnt know, suffered indeed indians, the same indians who suffer now.
The nation? that landmass could never be, little self respect, little lionization in indian blood would have punched us all out of the comatose we are in.Alas if we had. Nationhood is alien to us.
No we arent a nation and never will be, or else HOW THE #$%^ CAN SOMEONE CALL FOR BREAKING THIS COUNTRY ONCE MORE??
AZAADI? FOR KASHMIR, FOR BASTAR? AZAADI AND CHANTS IN GLORY OF SEPARATISTS? THAT TOO FROM A SO CALLED STELLAR UNIVERSITY IN THE COUNTRY’S CAPITAL?
Our enemies know we have crying witches pseudo intelligentsia who would set up a HUMANE narrative for the terrorist, media would interview his father to come out with a justifiable cause for him joining the militancy. If rubbing nose on the road makes you Ram about 350kgs of high explosive and ruin about 50 families then this world would have ended by now but wait, Our Guy Adil Dar is said to have joined militancy precisely because he was supposedly made to rub his nose once by police, well anyway whether or not that’s a reality, narrative has been constructed nonetheless.
Newspapers, that regular daily dose of propaganda delivered at your doorstep carries the headline ” LOCAL YOUTH RAMS IED INTO CRPF BUS : GOVT BLAMES PAK” that’s the official toilet paper of india we are talking about here. Now you tell me, does Pakistan need a propaganda machinery at all? I bet they don’t even need to pay these useful idiots.
Some high on hemp shady alleys journalist writes ” hows the JAISH modiji” , we know lady you’ve ambitions and none knew you till half a second back and you hopped on the first available opportunity to let your venom out at the PM and earn your 15 seconds of fame. I seriously don’t have a problem with the antics for fame and your hatred for the PM but I do have a problem when you glorify those illegitimate waste of Pakistan sponsored terrorists and then I do have a problem as social media provides you enough nuisance to influence young gullible minds.
The nation, the real mettle of the nation has been embroiled in hybrid warfare forced upon us by our adversary since 1948. We are at war, yes we are at war and my throat goes sore shouting, you wouldn’t hear a thing. Nations at war can’t afford to feed parasites within but India does.
This war is costly, it is indeed vis a vis what Pakistan has to invest, they send a wasted Mr nobody and kill our 50 families, yeah it’s not the man killed, the entire family with him, that wife dies every day for rest of her life. While the government decides whether or not to raise the stakes higher for Pakistan for another adventure, you the citizen needs to show gumption and be a citizen soldier, a responsible citizen is a force multiplier.
NO!!! that aint in fashion to write or speak on these issues and i already know even those who read this piece of emotional gibberish will not spare me a laugh. NO!!!! i wouldn’t be taken as cool , wont be ‘in’ cos of these thoughts and i risk being old school unfashionable INTOLERANT sharing these sentiments.
DONT!! just dont speak up, just stay cool and in fashion as the country goes spiraling to davy jone’s locker.