Deniability is the new accomplishment : Understanding Pakistan

Deniability is an accomplishment when you have done something heinous and you are sure of grave ramifications. Deniability is a much needed tool in the strategic/ diplomatic corners of the world. That particular aspect of strategy has a purpose, it gives you an added gratification of conducting a military/ hybrid operation against the adversary without either risking a war or a even a stain on your image at higher platforms of world affairs. In modern day urban dictionary this can just be termed as the “Ability to Pass The buck” or just “shrug as if you had no clue” or look at someone else in suspicion, pass on the suspicion. Its an art to shift the blame and find an opportune moment to do so. An art that Pakistani diplomats, military and their politicians have been finding comfort in since 1948 when they sent irregulars to raid Jammu and Kashmir, that was their first attempt at pushing their Kashmir agenda as a peoples’ uprising.

In 65 and in 99 as well Pakistan used the hybrid warfare to initial advantage and the present generation of Indians surely would remember how Pakistan even refused to accept the bodies of their dead soldiers, they were exercising deniability by trying to push a lie that those occupying Indian posts at Kargil were Kashmiri irregulars fighting Indian forces for freedom. They sent their version of messenger of brotherly relations to Mumbai on 26/11 and asked for credentials of their involvement from India, that was pinnacle of hypocrisy and denial. Their deniability was given a shot of steroids by our own ultra modern squinted intelligentsia by terming it “RSS ki Sazish”, remember how our own eminent citizen posed smiling on the book launch of “26/11 : RSS ki Sazish“. That book by Aziz Burney, ill leave it out for a while and get back later to dig in to the entire ecosystem within the nation which intentionally or unintentionally willy-nilly helps Pakistan’s denial doctrine.

Pakistan started getting enhanced advantage in denial especially since 1990s with the start of Kashmir militancy, they diverted Jihad ready battle hardened Afghan war veteran irregulars to Kashmir in the name of Jihad initially and by and by recruited local boys to carry the banner of indigenous freedom struggle. This was the time in the history when Pakistan started finding feet in Kashmir. Now they are in a position to force a costly war on us using their hybrid tool, the terrorist outfits, of-course an extended arm of the state policy of Pakistan. Costly it is indeed as they can just send a wasted hood rat to blow himself up and kill nearly 50 of our trained men who have families back home.

All credits to Pakistan’s strategic planners, they have hit us at a very critical time. Lok Sabha Elections are just around the corner, political mudslinging would be at its highest now and Pakistan knows this is the best time to throw the gauntlet at India. Pakistani establishment has been attempting a total denial but now he has friends among-st us who provide them the wherewithal to do so.

Friends, well yes Pakistan has many to push its agenda and stretch it to make a narrative of common know all across India. I was just hearing Mr Imran Khan’s speech which ended with a threat, he clearly said “we know you are blaming us and your elections are due”. Did he even need to say so, no i clearly don’t think so, haven’t our own political parties in opposition started asking why Pulwama happened just before elections? either these people asking these kind of questions are absolute cretins or are viciously involved in Pakistan’s denial doctrine. Yes ma’am yes, “Pulwama happened just before elections because Pakistan wants you to ask this question” they want you to be the cheer-girls dancing on their bleed india with thousand cuts  anthem. They want you to accuse your own government of the day, thats the best case scenario for their modus operandi.

We lack strategic thinking and its okay, okay as strategic thinking can be left to the best brains for the job and i tell you there are many in our nation, many at the fitting appointments cut out for the job so lets all just be citizens and real good ones. Trust the Armed Forces, the Government of the day and show some real character without a frenzied cacophony of immediate revenge, revenge is best served cold just understand that. let the strategic brains work out a strategy and be assured they will come up with a pretty good one

I am in no position to question your political allegiances and nor will i ever, “Non Partisan yet opinionated” that defines me and that’s the way ill always be but nonetheless i am a responsible citizen or i try to be always, to say the least. Having said that, i still wont shy away from saying it loud that there is not a fine line between opposing a political ideology and standing against your nation’s interests, there is a wide gorge. You only have to be out-rightly asinine lamebrain or iniquitous anti-national to jump across that wide gap. RSS is an ideology, many would approve of it many wouldn’t and both groups still live peacefully in a democracy. your opposition to that ideology or a particular product of that ideology doesn’t give you the boarding pass to Pakistan’s sinister propaganda. 26/11 was blamed on RSS by people within our nation while Government’s official stand was that it was Pakistan’s job which in fact was validated by various intelligence agencies across the world. If that too is not to be believed, Kasab was a Pakistani and i wouldn’t believe RSS has presence enough in Pakistan to recruit from there as well.

Social media has given further fillip to Pakistan’s game in India, our fine dining intellectuals take to social media to create a humane narrative for the terrorist, Adil Dar became a terrorist as he was made to rub his nose on the road and Burhan Wani was a School Headmaster’s son , I as a commoner only know both of them as terrorists and thats about it, we do not need to know whether he was a virgin or he watched Shinchan all that matters is both of them were waging war against the Indian union.

I am so disgusted with the narratives being created to fit Pakistan’s agenda and the credulous gullible young brains snorting that falsehood on social media and buying that argument of Why it happened before elections and how the terrorist was as a son. Now in ire i am even losing my flow and wouldn’t write anymore, i’d just exhort my countrymen to understand Pakistan’s game and play to defeat it and not to play in their hands. Do not give them the deniability they want.

Jai Hind


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Feminism, here you go again on a skateboard of hogwash!

The Last I heard, the breech block of a T-72/90 series tank was 67 kgs and space available in a battle tank is just enough for one, only one person to take it out, well that calls for an exclamation mark. Maaaaan! That’s something.

Well then, lets have some more exclamation in this post of mine, A Diesel Barrel weighs just above 200 kgs and has to be hauled up to the tank by maximum available manpower, that’s incidentally only three men in a tank, what? Isn’t that manageable? It is my ladies, it is but that hauling is being done in loose desert sand of Thar. Hey you, yes you the girl sipping on that Hoegaarden and talking of male patriarchy, how much do you haul in a day? Naah, I am not taking about that haughty attitude, it’s solid iron we are discussing here. Maaaaan! Again.

A para commando from the Para SF you just saw on the silver screen courtesy the Uri frenzy, that man hides under his tunic, plenty scars to fill a mosaic. That man runs 40 km with some 30 kg loads on his back. I bet that back is bruised enough to call for a stiff rum and a cigarette after every run.

Then everyone of them, no man whether a Tank man, a paratrooper, a foot trotting infantryman, a peasant, a commoner with an uphill walk of everyday life. No man would thump his chest and rub in that male patriarchy, chauvinism, they are just cut out for a task, performing that without comparison. Girl, your man holds you to higher pedestal, you my lady are loved, you too have a role in the society and are loved, celebrated for what you are.

Well then, I am accused of turning to my Olive green Ink everytime I sit to write my irrelevant piece of illegible griffonage. I take a bow, offer my apologies and switch to the legible blue ink of common understanding. I am wedded to the olive greens I told you, grant me some military inclination. Eh, Here on we talk some sanity that you can relate to.

Every society has flaws, had some, some gone and some going eventually. That’s how societies come out of a metamorphosis refined. Our society too had many, has many and one can be upbeat owing to the fact that education has eliminated many flaws and social behaviour towards women definitely has improved. One extremity can’t be answered by another, respect for women in the society has to be fully achieved but this NewAge Swara Bhaskar’s VEERE DI WEDDING or #metoo kind of feminism isn’t the answer.

Psychiatric illness doesn’t discriminate between genders, psychos are found across the spectrum so we won’t discuss them, fair exception, isn’t it? Have a look around you, tell me how many wife beaters you find, how many male chauvinistic hookah smoking TAUs you see, how many you find ridiculing your feminism? Vis a vis how many you see trying to take a flip on their tails with rosebuds in hand for you this valentine’s day. This is a society with different hue, you just can’t paint everyone with the same paint of male hatred.

FEMINISM, like MALE CHAUVINISM, I hate, these are two extremities and none will lead to an amicable armistice for the society.

Feminism has been a skateboard of evangelism, an instrument of commercial interests for about a century now. Hey feminist, how about a cigarette? Yes, you, the pregnant lady, would you like to light one? Naah! Please don’t give me that stare now, I am perfectly in line with the code of feminism. Hope you know how feminism was used as an object to push up the cigarette sales? ????

Ever heard “Torches of Freedom” ? That was a phrase used to encourage women’s smoking by exploiting women’s aspirations for a better life during the women’s liberation movement. Tobacco industry has been lobbying for female smokers and has always looked to encourage women smoking to push their sales as the smoking in women was seen as inappropriate and only men folk smoking would keep a void in sales, more smokers the better.

Hey pregnant lady, what about a smoke for equality???

Cigarette was held as a torch of liberty, you were made the vehicle of commercial evangelism while you were burning your lungs for their commercial interests. You were shown smoking yourselves to liberty and equality, perhaps you were shown to be better than men genetically, however logic would say, men and women were made with a different purposes. You have the power to bring a life to this world, nurture a human in your womb for nine months and let the universal cycle continue, men can’t do it so here’s one aspect you are different, why press superiority into the relationship between men and women. It’s a relationship which is complementary, isn’t complete in absence of any one gender. You have the honour of giving birth, nurturing and feeding entire human race, that’s feminism as I define. You are honoured when someone calls you mother.

bait of biological superiority thrown at you to take that puff on their commercial interests

We have women working alongside men, better or worse than them, owing to individual capabilities and not for the biological differences. Men have more muscle mass and are stronger generally, so have certain jobs cut out for them. Even the harmones that decide our physical built are produced differently in our bodies, we aren’t same, we are different and complementary. Armies around the world are making ways for women to join but then those roles are specific and limited to what women can handle, why that fuss? Why do you want to eat into combat jobs not suited for you when you already have an added advantage of that female charm owing to which you get front desk hospitality jobs? Should men cry bias? More so when we all know this is an everyday reality.

Well, why limit this to jobs? Let’s get to the modest homemaker, that “just a housewife” you have reduced her to. I hear women introducing themselves as “just a housewife“, I tend to wonder what’s so timid about being a housewife, why that triviality introduced to being the shaper of the future of a society and the nation? I bet a housewife is busier than a working woman anyday, cooking, teaching, grooming the kids, being a charming wife to a husband, being a partner of her husband in every social chore. If that all is so easy, just leave that pint of Hoegaarden and try being a homemaker for a day. You today have a handicap of surviving in urban steep corporate ladder so you turn to a nanny for your kid, that’s okay, pretty much justified but then you have some being nanny themselves and taking that responsibility being reduced to a diffident “just a housewife”, well that’s one hell of a job too. Why isn’t the neo modern feminism celebrating that as well? Doesn’t serve the commercial interests my friend.

Mary Kom, she’s a fighter, is a world champion boxer, a homemaker, a mother and a wife, I never heard her talking feminism, ever her bollywood biopic wasn’t shown as the Pathfinder of feminism. That biopic came, went unnoticed however for me she is the one pretty apt example of female achievement.

But then, the real pathbreaking movie in line of duty for feminism projected to be was ” VEERE DI WEDDING” aah, afterall that showed liberty in drinking, smoking, jumping into different beds and how can one forget that crass on screen vibrating Orgasm by none other than the torchbearer of feminism “Swara Bhaskar”. That movie was pathbreaking, epitome of female empowerment, well they may now even say they didn’t project it to be ultra feminist flick, the commercial interests have been met nonetheless.

Whatever they did in the flick or whatever is being given on a daily platter to you by “four more shots” on Amazon prime is not a living reality of our society but sure enough it will be, they, after all are designing your perception. Feminism sold you cigarettes and now they are selling you vulgarity and regular divorce in the society. An array of different kinds of feminism is available, you gotta be sane enough to choose the right one.

Well, I take my leave, my blue ink won’t last much, I’d bid adieu before I have to get back to the olive greens!

Lost tribe, are we?

Civilizations, well we know some, we’d never get to know some, so many done and dusted, ruined, brought to their knees and traces of them lost in oblivion. All those who breathe yet in flesh and blood, all those who walk the trail still and boast of the thriving civilization and pledge their allegiance to, wouldn’t know when they’ll be gone, their existence reduced to someone’s perception based on carbon dating analysis of what was a proud man of profound stature once.

You, the brownskin indian hold the ownership of your temples, your scriptures, your verses, your past, present and future. You are the one not under attack by anyone but you, yes you are the one who will eventually erase the traces of your being. This subcontinent, this civilization, your people, your philosophy, your identity, your story, your sonnet has been doggedly attacked for thousands of years yet you have your civilization surviving, on a nebulizer though.

I, once met a cambodian army officer, he proudly wore a badge, the brass badge had a half human half ape leaping figure with a club in hand, I was inquisitive to know what it was though I already had figured what it was, his answer didn’t startle me a bit, it was Hanuman Badge that every member of the Cambodian Army wore. Cambodia was a Buddhist nation and pretty far from India, why a Hindu Badge on Military uniform? I didn’t know that largest Vishnu temple in the world, “Angkor wat” temple itself was in Cambodia. Well, then, the nation was Buddhist and their Hindu past was a long forgotten fact, but then, was it really? That officer knew of his Hindu past and wore that badge with utmost pride, that didn’t make him any less a Buddhist. That left a bitter sweet feeling, I felt proud of our civilization, felt a bond, he was a distant brother who carried that legacy with pride and at the same moment I felt bitter anguish at our own people bent on destroying ever affinity to our past, our civilization.

Thailand still has Ram Leela, Indonesia has Ganesh image on its currency. Now, former is a Buddhist and later a muslim nation, their religion didn’t make them cut off that umbilical cord with their civilization, their past.

The vedic civilization, that brought philosophy, mathematics, science, yoga, meditation and even if you don’t believe that and call all text as pure fiction, that philosophy documented as Vedas, Upnishads, Purans, Mahabharata, Ramayana deserve more respect than that “God of small things” and the ” City of Djinns” after all that documentation in those times of no computers, no internet, no automation, not even a decent modest pen must have been rather more uphill than this scribbling of mine over a smart phone. That effort nonetheless draws my respect without an ounce of doubt.

That civilization gave you Liberty to question, liberty to accept or denounce, that civilization never posed a threat to anyone, that philosophy asked you to look inwards to find the true god in yourself, see the supreme power, the creator in every living being. That civilization bore the brunt of raids, attacks and subjugation yet it survived while accepting those who came into its asylum.

Yet, we the civilized and free, we the educated and liberated want every trace of our past erased, we find Sanskrit communal and English secular. Anthems and emblems with even a distant analogue to the vedic civilization have been projected as a threat to our secularism, our religion and our way of life today.

I, today, am a Hindu, a Muslim, a Christian, a Sikh, a Buddhist, a Jain or an atheist yet I have a legacy which can co-exist with the religion I follow. That civilization is mine and I own it, I shoulder the responsibility and the culpability of letting my legacy prosper or cutting the jugular vein of it. I have an identity that goes back a thousand years, that can’t be taken away whether I have a beard, a moustache, wear a turban or a cross.

Why then, why should I have a problem with “Tamso ma Jyotirgamaya” that translates to “take me to the light“. Yes, that’s the prayer in every central school assembly, that’s the prayer which appeared to be toxic to certain ears, those ears ruptured by the toxicity of that prayer had to knock the doors of the Supreme Court of India for some alleviation. Is that prayer as toxic as those ears made it to be? Is that calling to enlightenment, the light, so venomous that people felt their secularism strangulated.

We are a nation, a potpourri of different philosophies, we accept that Azaan on loudspeakers, see the music in those church bells, serenity in Gurbani , that’s religion and everyone is entitled to practice his own the way he likes, that’s the right I enjoy in a secular, democratic country of mine and what I, as an individual and part of this great nation, a small keg who’ll vanish someday without leaving much profound footmarks, owe to the legacy, my civilization, my allegiance and respect.

My secularism cannot be used as a bayonet to behead my past, my legacy and identity. I am an Indian, I have a history, a past that makes my identity today. That Ashoka emblem is my legacy, my history, my past, that Satyamev Jayate does not pose a threat to my secular credentials. I perhaps am a Muslim or a Christian today, my identity is indian, I am not an Arab, not a Caucasian either, nor I would ever be accepted by the world to be if I try to pose as one.

We aren’t a lost tribe yet, we have an identity unless we kill our identity ourselves. Why can’t we just be proud of what we are. Well still, every man has his own world, a 3D printed cocoon of perception around him.

Nuisance, you are a conquerer!

Man was a monkey and evolution is a rollercoaster. You had empires ruled by emperors, kingdoms ruled by kings and now you have Nations ruled by, swayed by Nuisance.
A nobleman, a foot soldier, a pikeman, a cavalier and a peasant held higher social stature than the Jester, the clown, the harlots and a hoofer.
Now your foot Soldier, your commoner, your peasant, your regular daily life bread earner leaves on an uncelebrated death, given a paltry farewell in a remote village and those clowns of Mumbai theatrics have enough nuisance to sway the opinions of every “paddy on the head” new generation oh so cool waste.
Frenzy is generated to live half a week, frenzy grown on the blood of that foot Soldier and reaped by that bollywood jester.

That “how’s the josh” survives only in cosy air-conditioned PVR and INOX and yet that won’t last a Hangover.

The Grisly, that ugly tanned commoner, that foot Soldier is seen a plenty at Jammu Railway Sation and I bet you won’t walk to him and ask “how’s the josh” no, you won’t, he after all reeks of that sweat he earned on a steep climb to the post he held.

He, after all carries that tan, the tan that razor sharp piercing snow Blizzard left on his weather beaten face.

He, after all has every Long Range Patrol etched on his skin, that etching is pretty much legible, not many would see though.

That rucksack isn’t the only weight he hauls, that burden of war he carries with pride.

He, after all is a brute that belongs to the wilderness, he would be skinned, stripped of all that finances he saved over years by you the countrymen as he arrives to the civilized world, he is a gullible customer, you’ll sell everything at a higher price to him. He after all knows nothing of your cunning plans for him.

Nuisance after all is what rules the world of fickle today and then a traffic police constable has more to offer as a threat to you than that common foot Soldier, there you go.

Any random man who has a pint of Nuisance affecting your life on a regimen draws your genuine respect and if not respect, your fears, your allegiance, your submission.

But then, boy, I tell you, that commoner, that peasant, that soldier forgot to acquire that pint of much needed Nuisance and obviously enough you forget to respect him in turn.

Well,
Slapped enough observations of a tanned commoner in your face already to sag that “how’s the Josh” frenzy of yours my friend. Get back to your cheeseburger and PS-4 , my write up here doesn’t carry enough Nuisance worth your time.

Nuisance rules, it does my friend, my write up would draw a hundred views but a DHINCHAK POOJA crass lowly braying on YouTube would have a Five Million Views……ha ha ha, well that’s how Nuisance has come to rule our world.

Evolution then is just a rollercoaster and as of now we are on a descent.

Resolve, duty and responsibility. All that a soldier asks!

RESOLVE!!

congratulations sir, your son has joined the Army!!!!

now that, gentlemen is quite a statement! It hides in it a cruel callousness.

thank you sir, so would you send your son too?

birds chirped, some twigs crackled underneath the feet as the man shifted his weight to the other leg in a denial and sheepish admission that he wont, but no word was ever heard!!!

Now, that said, I dont believe that you serve your nation only as a soldier, every citizen is a soldier in himself!

BUT then, is it?

Does IC-814 ring any bells?
?????????????????????????????????????????????????does it?

that sir, was the plane hijacked by pakistani jihadis and taken to Afghanistan.
REMEMBER how relatives of those on board the hijacked plane surrounded the PM’s house at Race Cource???

Remember?

well that gentlemen was the moment that sealed our future as a nation, The world watched and pakistan tested our resolve as a nation.

we succumbed!!!!!yes we did, and heeded to the hijackers’ demands , the outcome???
Jaish e Mohammed was formed by same terrorists released by us, they were emboldened and our prestige took a beating.

CITIZEN SOLDIER???? where were you? where was the resolve.
that moment called for nation and least those relatives to show some gumption, some spirit of sacrifice, some zeal, some patriotism, yeah that all, all that they expect a soldier’s family to exhibit but then, DID THEY????

SOLDIERS DIE! they do and they do have duties and responsibilities but let that weed smoke settle, get out of the trip of bliss, you’d know you have responsibilities too.

Did the family of that Aao, Chakesang, Aier, Tangkhul, Mar, Angami, Sumi, Lotha, Konyak from Nagaland surround the PM’s house as first and second Naga Battalion assaulted in kargil?

Or the family of Limbu, Rai, Subba, Gurung, and Tamang when 1/11 Gurkhas pressed in?

Or the family of Harjinder, Sukhwinder, Ranjeet, Gurbir when 8 sikh was losing its brave at tiger hill?

Now sir, Israel, that every fastest finger first dude on keyboards across
the nation writing on social media wants India to become.

That nation does not negotiate, that nation has sacrificed civilians but
never negotiated.

That nation gives a taste of military pudding and the feel of sleeping bags
to all its citizens,

It has a conscription army, , every man, woman walking straight has served in forces.

IC-814 tested your resolve and world saw it.
and they know your counter assault would be limited to Facebook and Twitter.

But hey, we are citizens, compatriots, brothers and sisters. I wouldn’t have my dinner at peace if i antagonized you, i wouldn’t, i only intend to provoke a thought and hope you carry it along to bring it up on the day of calling for the nation.

Brothers and sisters out there lost in everyday fight that comes along surviving that walk of life, I call out to you, I call out and attempt to punch a reality as hard as I can straight into your face, make an attempt to shake you out of a comatose you have found your comfort in, as all that defines you, all that belongs to you, the nation you call yours is in in a constant threat, we are at war! We are at war since ages and even if we limit to the independent India as we see today, we are at war since 1948, the world talks about ‘Hybrid Warfare’ now and we have been facing that since inception, Year 1948, Pakistan sent irregulars to snatch Kashmir and played on deniability. Pakistan continues to so today, Jaish e Mohammad took responsibility for Pulwama IED Blast and killing of near 50 CRPF men, the chief of that organisation lives a privileged life in Pakistan and their Government denies a hand in all these terrorist attacks.

This, my countrymen is the war of 21st century and our Armed Forces are fighting this war day in day out, nonetheless they get your support, or do they really??

One gets to see newfound avidity and zeal, exhibition of patriotic fervour being picked up at movie theatres and spilled to the social media and lounges. ‘URI‘ that movie incites decent enough nationalism to survive a hangover, but then just a hangover!

Naah! That’s not what your soldier needs, that frenzy isn’t what will serve the cause, wanna know what a soldier asks today? What he really needs you to do?? He just needs you to the exact opposite your enemy is trying to Make you do. He just wants you United for the cause, for the nation and for the good of it. Be united, bridge the communal, caste, religious, state and colour gap, please do. Treat every indian as yours irrespective of their appearance, religion or language. We have been divided since ages, lets stand together now at last.

One Pulwama incident has ruined many lives but beware and be sure your internal differences are what the enemy is trying to exploit and he knows exploiting those differences would do more damage than these heinous attacks. You’ve responsibilities my countrymen, responsibilities of a being a citizen soldier.

Are you prepared to carry that responsibility? are you ready to stand by your saviour? are you ready to be a citizen soldier in the age where wars are being fought on data network? are you ready to just be civic and exhibit basic civility? would you try a bit to make yourself aware of your duties and responsibilities as a citizen? Are you even prepared to perform the basic duty and vote, thats your right and duty in a democracy. “VOTE” would you?

A good citizen, and that encompasses all! all that a soldier demands from you. ” BE A CITIZEN WORTH FIGHTING FOR”

Every 26th January, as that slant eyed, modest, foot soldier marches past you in his tilted felt hat, let him see a good citizen, a citizen contributing to the growth, pride and prestige of the nation in his chores on a regimen. I bet he too would get goosebumps!


ADIOS!!!


Thats from someone finding a spade to call since long.

“Divergent Squint Ideology” The Sinister web that creeps on you undiscovered!

One planet, one earth that we all exist on is a myth. There are billions of worlds, every man has his own, that Kaleidoscope is on avail, you pick your own hue for those glasses to peep through. Your world is defined by the colour of the glasses that you put on or perhaps forced upon you by your surroundings without you even noticing it and that my friend, is indoctrination, that’s ideology being brewed everyday for the naive to sip on.

A dog is a dog to the child with the mind not perverted yet, a dog has a breed, it’s stray, mongrel or pedigree to the indoctrinated and he wouldn’t accept a mongrel, that apartheid has been infused in our everyday being.

And then, you after all are not ‘you’ that’s just what your environment has made you, your religion, your clan, values, regimen……….your ideology, yeah that’s ideology and it defines the ‘you’ that meets my eye. That ‘you’ has been constructed and you won’t even figure that you are being molded, woven, rolled, shaped into what you would be for most of your life.

What’s a man without a belief? Its just the perspective or else human kind is just a herd  feeding, breeding and dying alike. your perspective is your identity, your identity is shaped and manipulated, Catch his belief and the man follows! Alas! the innocuous wouldn’t know. Perspective it is and then it is maneuvered  in good, bad, ugly, nauseating, obnoxious and even sinister way. That perspective is enough to seal the fate of civilizations, always had, always will. That perspective, my friends is a steroid, you get hooked on to it and you never hear it knocking, be watchful with it. That can make or break you, your clan, the flags, the banner you stand for.

These days i feel like naming every year, the year by its mood, its prevalence, its lionization and all i end up naming all these recent years is ” THE YEAR OF THE COOL SCHMUCK” every recent year has belonged to the “bearded, wasted, hemp vaping suicidal cretin” and the youth has consistently been manipulated to the “DIVERGENT SQUINT IDEOLOGY“. And……boy, thats sinister, way too sinister to flirt with.

The love for the nation was never out of fashion, was it? well, never heard that as i grew up! those days, people were simpler, straight thinking, straight seeing commoners with less comforts and a bellyful of paucity and limitations to live with yet, that man never felt drowned by the nationalist emotions, that was never suffocating for him, never and that all because that ‘divergent squint perception’ was absent. Now, we have a generation of overfed couch potatoes, living in comforts who develop a lower back pain as they are asked to stand for the national anthem for just about 50 seconds!!!!!!!

Its ‘cool’ to oppose singing of national anthem, standing up for it if that’s played before an opera, cool to oppose installing a national flag mast at the universities, cool to shout out anti-national slogans and then some weak in the knee old fag would come out with that cacophonous stinking obnoxious argument of the “freedom of speech” freedom they choose pretty selectively. The same fake intelligentsia who draw inspiration from Stalin and Mao, wouldn’t educate their blind pupils how Mao and Stalin killed millions in the name of “nation building”. They’d rather be exhorting subversion and sedition in the name of “freedom of speech” that too in a nation which by any measures is one of the freest in the world, yeah freest and i meant it, where else can you get away with your daily pissing on the roadside, throwing refuge on the streets, spitting anywhere you feel like? Where else they give you rights without asking for responsibility in return?

When was the last time you sang that national anthem? perhaps that school assembly? the place where you were made to do so, okay then, when did you voluntarily do it with your free will? well, i can go have a pint of beer while you think of one, yes one such instance in your entire life yet many wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer. Then even standing up to pay your respect while its played causes certain pains in the back, knee and ….

And then, you, yes you the surviving on a pacemaker old fag, you the politician, you the “intellectual”, you the “Journalist” answer me, answer the commoner, why shouldn’t those shouting for breaking the nation be tried for sedition, is being a student an excuse? come up with a better one. Universities aren’t for that debauchery, ain’t a harem of the hemp vaping ‘students’ in late thirties feeding of subsidised dough, lodging and education. That subsidy is a drain on my pocket, i have a right to ask.

and then, what the goddamn flying ‘duck’ is Hyper Nationalism? how is supporting your army in a fight with vile dogs of terrorism “hyper Nationalism” how? Yes ill watch Paltan, ill watch Uri and i will stand up to pay my allegiance to the banner, the flag, the anthem and punch you in the face too when you label anything Hyper. This is my nation and if there is anything ‘Hyper’ here, it is ‘Hyper Liberty’ that liberty that proffers you the loose rope and not the gallows.

That youth has been drawn to the watering hole of “divergent Squint ideology”, that youth already is seeing nationalism as a concept of past, that youth is being programmed to be sheepish of patriotism, that ideology is creeping and it sure is enveloping the generation.

well then, didn’t i tell you already, perception doctors are working on you, they’ll shape you, in turn will shape the fate of this nation and society. That perception, you don’t own it, its acquired and you better be watchful of what taste you acquire! what hue you choose for your glasses, well, for me, the hue has always been “OLIVE GREEN” and so it stays!

Punjab! ever vibrant and up for the takers : A commoner’s cognizance

Year 1984 Dorangla, a small border hamlet in the District Gurdaspur, Punjab : a kid of about four years had swallowed a ten Paisa coin, that coin had led to a family’s grind with the times they were in, the coin had to be flushed out of the child’s system either by force feeding roughage to him that would eventually flush out the foreign object with the normal bowel movement or else the child would have to be operated upon. The child’s father, himself a doctor, struggled to convince the child to eat as the four years old would only eat what he liked and the modest, reticent quintessential middle class surroundings hadn’t provided the child with choices of imagination, a homely, simple “banana” was all that he asked for.

Not much of a struggle buying some bananas for the child, isn’t it? read the “year” again, 1984, Operation Blue-star was on and entire punjab was barricaded, curfew imposed, none could move out and risk of being shot at by the security forces in this situation was pretty much justifiable. Man rode his picayune little Bajaj scooter to scout for “Bananas”, pleading and convincing the Security Forces at every check post but the market too was shut down. That being a small hamlet, people generally knew each other and certainly, the Senior Medical Officer was known in the area and it helped, he knocked some doors and was guided to the home of a local fruit vendor, he finally had in his possession those cherished “bananas”.

Those “bananas” won’t justifiably narrate the ordeal that every family in the state had to endure, there would have been people ailing, in need of medical treatment, pregnant and in need of medical attention and many situations one can’t imagine as a routine.

That wasn’t all, there were killings, selective killings of the innocent by militants, innocents in crossfire, militants and security forces in encounters, all our people, people of Punjab, citizens of India.

Being a non-partisan, wouldn’t get into the origin of the turmoil and how our “friendly” neighbor milked the situation which was in tune with its “bleed by thousand cuts” policy against India. All i know is any fight needs a “just cause” to fuel the fight by providing the valuable motivation and that just cause is either just there owing to prevailing circumstances or is manufactured/ tailored to fit to the fight.

One can stitch together some instances to make a “just cause” in the instant case however utmost that made to everyone’s ears was “1984”, that genocide against Sikhs in Delhi, undoubtedly heinous, dastardly and was irreversible damage to the integrity of the nation. That led to loss of faith of Sikhs in the very bedrock of our existence as a nation, the unity. Damage was done and each member of the mob involved in those killings owns the culpability of the damage, drugged by political vengeance and being shepherded by corrupt politicians, damage can’t be undone but justice could have been done in time, justice could have alleviated the pain a little.

Justice lingered! notwithstanding, Punjab saw the dawn of new era in early 90s, an era of newfound vitality, normalcy and growth. Militancy ended and that ended all attributable to the patriotism and the faith in democracy amongst the people. Yet again Punjab proved that it was vibrant, patriot and nationalistic.

Justice lingered! that generation which endured it all, died waiting to see the culprits on gallows and here is the next generation of gel fed paddy haired couch potatoes given a life at ease by the parents who did sweat for each penny earned. Quick to hop on to any nonsense trending on social media, their ears fed “racial pride” on a regimen by the Canada returned pop Punjabi singers. Cacophony of the word “jatt”, that word fills the lyrics of every second trending song, makes the title of majority of the movies and racial pride is fed all day without anyone paying much heed to the perils of it. The “Bhindranwala” stickers on cars is “pride” without even knowing what those dark times meant.

Rudderless ‘STATE’ of affairs and a view through the windscreen!Driven through Punjab lately? Always believed a road trip tells you about the society like nothing else and to my dismay,I learnt that my state doesn’t seem ushering into delightful future. That ain’t amusing to drive through cities draped in billboards calling people to the blue collared ghettos of the the west.
IELTS and some random exam a decent fifth grader can get across, fill the everyday starry eyed dreams of the youth, study in canada and be a blue collared lackey for life is the fine print on every hoarding. Youth ready to jump into any random boat to west, girls prepared to marry any nincompoop, CREDENTIAL-LESS peacock haired NRI.

Presence in Olympic squad has diminished, land holdings are squeezed and farms are under pressure for yield and so is urea and pesticides pumping bulk into the crop turning to poison, PRIDE?? we have a special cancer train running, thats unique to this land itself.

RUDDERLESS…yeah the youth defines where the state would head from here on and that youth in entirety is being shepherded to CANADA and the failure to make it to the wonderland, lack of growth in farming owing to pushed to the corner soil and limited holdings and a lack of industrialization generates apt candidates for drug addiction. Imagine a situation if countries like Canada too shut their doors to the brownskin, pretty likely the way right wing governments of west are thinking of saving their turf. To top it all the state has been nurturing low intensity conflict likelyhood by letting khalistani propaganda go unabated for years.

What does the sinister concoction of unemployment, lack of direction, organised drug peddling and abuse, over the brim racial pride and consistent radicalisation leads to, doesn’t take a brainer for guesses……you have a perfect breeding ground for militancy and chaos.

Its vibrant, its ripe and its up for takers, that is Punjab today. The “just cause” still exists, the ingrate “friendly” neighbor still exists empowered by the reach of social media on a cell phone network. Is there some one observing the gravity of the situation and the turn it could take with the Khalistani “referendum 2020” on the anvil. Its only upto the “elected” representatives to reach out to the youth and give them a fresh direction. Is there someone with intent????

well, this only a citizen’s concern, dump it if you feel so, consider if you can!