#Musings
For one Aqlaq, Junaid, Pehlu Khan, Asifa, a billion Hindus were branded violent, intolerant & expected to hang their heads in shame even before investigations were complete.
But for driving out an entire ethnic group from a State give or take a few hundred as is being guilt-negotiated lately, killing, raping, murdering, stealing or destroying their property, our Leftist-Islamists have not for a moment expressed regret for or even acknowledged
the crime but are instead looking for a ‘middle ground’ & screaming Islamophobia.
The irony of it would be laughable if it was not so tragic.
Kashmiri Muslim panelists across TV channels are jumping up to claim that many more Muslims than Kashmiri Pandits, have been killed.
Okay.
The question then is - why do we not hear them condemn the killers?
Why this reluctance to call out Islamists & their Pakistani handlers, when they never hesitate to blame Security Forces or the Centre…?
On the contrary, they have eulogised these terrorists, making them heroes, attending their funerals, mourning their deaths.
Are they petrified they could be next or are the casualty numbers of Kashmiri Muslims only collateral damage in the bigger plan of bigger crimes
& of course the usual chest beating & pushing the victim hood narrative ?
Among the many things one has learnt in the past few years is -
how fearful they are of their own & how it drives this competitiveness to be more Islamic than Islamic, taking them down the path to Hell.
So the few who stand up, stand out - and for that they must be applauded. It is them eventually, who will lead the way.
Meanwhile ‘intellectual’ Leftist-Islamists as guilty as the ones who pickup the gun have the luxury of walking away from arson, death & destruction
they instigated & encouraged in the first place - to their next mission.
~Hamaari ideology nahi badli, sirf hamaari strategy~
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UP.
Goes to show, people appreciate & amply reward vision, hard work, delivery.
The lexicon of politics in the heartland has changed forever. A tough act for other parties to follow-corrupt to the core, bereft of new ideas,left to embarrassing theatrics, desperate appeasement.
Goa.
BJP won despite the much missed presence of Manohar Parrikar, all the show & drama of AAP & TMC, a 41% Christian population!
It was around 2001-02
I first heard the name #YogiAdityanath.
It was before the time our workers had their own cellphones & so would occasionally come in the office to make a call.
One particular afternoon I could hear the distraught voice of a young carpenter in the next
room & then the phone being repeatedly dialled by an office staff member.
He was trying to get through to a PCO where the carpenter’s parents were waiting.
His mother’s wails & his father’s trembling voice resonated in that office cabin as they broke the news to him that
his sister had gone missing. To date I remember the fear I felt sitting far away in Delhi.
As he collected his salary & hurriedly left to catch a train home to UP, work came to a stand still in our workshop & we discussed Kamlesh’s situation.
The once-invincible citadels are crumbling.
People who thrived & prospered behind those thick, impregnable walls seem nervous.
Almost fearful that the boundaries they had carved, the exclusive clubs they had maintained, will now be overrun by different ideas,
thoughts, ideologies…
With little or no infusion of new blood in our arts,
literature, history, education, culture, publishing, films, politics have been reduced to mediocrity. Manned by zealous gatekeepers drunk on power & arrogance.
Nevertheless, new, brave names are now coming forth.
From quiet insistence to a suppressed roar they have begun rattling the iron gates of many a citadel.
It is a fact that since time immemorial, every civilisation & society has pushed for churn & renewal …or perished.
Imagine spending every waking moment cursing the land of your birth, taunting faith & culture of the people who live here..
All the while deluding oneself to be the progeny of the sword wielding, stallion riding vanquishers from the Arabee who once ruled over Hindoostan.
Only ….
to have that horse brought to a skidding halt….!
Then insult to injury -
to be actually told to go back to what one was in denial of & running away from, in the first place.
Oops! no stallion, no sand storm, no Arabian Nights in this story dear Scheherazade of #WaPo
Strange,this past year
a man whose metier was to accuse his own country of intolerance & fascism on every occasion was killed by his co religionists in an Islamic country.
And now it took the Saudis, the keepers of Mecca Medina, to call out this woman’s dangerous doublespeak,
Out of the twelve schools I went through the 60s-70s, seven were missionary schools. Like others I went to school in the day & returned home to the safety, warmth & comfort of my family in the evenings.
Besides academics, I enjoyed the extra curricular activities these schools offered - in theatre, elocution, debate, music & sports.
I have many fond memories of those schools & some teachers left an lasting impression & lessons that serve me well to date.
It was however, in a missionary boarding school where I spent a year that I changed my opinion completely about this system of education & the influences it yields from morning to night, day after day without the cocooning protection of parents.
From my father’s various postings across India we always returned to spend at least a part of his annual leave at my grandparents home in Delhi, which in those days, was walking distance from India Gate.
To go after dinner with the extended family to the India Gate lawns, enjoy an icecream & buy a gas balloon was a treat I remember well.
George V’s statue oversaw the entire area & could be seen from every direction.
It was something that angered both my grandfather & grand uncle no end.
We kids were encouraged to always sit with our backs to it.
Mind you, my grandfather was a soldier who had served in Burma & Ceylon during WW2.