The past injustices of history have debilitated her seriously as partitioned she stands, ever in conflict with her erstwhile province, her newborn noxious neighbour in Pakistan that spares no means to destabilise her territorial integrity by inducing insurrection in Kashmir which has, courtesy the connivance of Pakistan, nay, its active infiltration to promote perfidy, transformed from heaven on earth to a hellish war-zone where the soldiers of the Indian Army are martyred by the day to humour the paralysing policies of a dispensation that somehow will not heed the exigencies of the times in the light of half-baked understanding of truth and non-violence as decreed by its paterfamilias, and, so, suffers from endless misery as befalls the one that has surrendered to the forces of evil in the name of befriending the enemy with the grand aspiration of attempting the transformation of his hideous heart with the healing touch of superficial love. Thus has India suffered and so shall keep suffering till her martial roots are relocated in her rectified imagination and corrective course of action adopted that will swing her free of age-old inertia of untruths, half-truths and darkest lies masquerading as high priest of philosophy where seek refuge the rogues of the day in noxious narration of a heritage high, in a facade forged by fabricated falsehood that seeks the demise of all that is good.
But such a state cannot endure and India must rise a mighty power, in economic and in military terms, with spirituality, the bedrock of national life, guiding the course of each, for the world to survive and live on beyond the doom that ever looms large, hanging on the horizon like the hangman's noose or the guillotine's blade that will precipitous fall, severing the head of imperial pride.
What ought to be then India's role in the ensuing struggle for emancipation that must see its fruition everywhere? Why? it must be the pursuit of strength, not a facade, foul and foolish, that dares not see the enemy eye to eye, for fear rules the heart of the coward, but it shall be the hero's valour, victorious in war and generous in adjustment thereafter when peace prevails, never losing sight of the broader outlines of history or the unfolding course of social evolution, while pursuing prospective profits of the day which precipitate a perfidy in time that eclipses civilisation. No, our role as a nation, luminous and free, shall be of the keeper of the conscience of the world, the director of international understanding and the upholder of all that is virtuous and spiritually sound in individual and in collective life.
For this aspiration to fulfil, we need the harmonious growth of our nation along the lines laid down by the sages and the seers of Truth we honour as Rishis, and that will include the strengthening of our armed forces as well and the development of the political will to exercise it when necessary, ever with restraint but not that of the breed of a non-committal passive acquiescence to perfidy perpetrated which with pious pleas and prayerful petitions we may scarce redress. Our military might shall be in defence of our fair national interest and, in its superlative strength, shall be the great upholder of peace on earth with our civilian leadership, rooted in our highest heritage and steeped in our perennial wisdom, guiding the course of our national outflow amidst the mighty current of international life.
But this weakness, this dreadful disease of hiding under the cover of false philosophy, of fearing to face up to the Truth within and to the brute without and dealing the death-blow to root out evil and in victory smile, O this terrible tyranny of the failing spirit must go forever if we, in sooth, mean our mantras right. May we be true to our motherland and rise, hereon, heroes of the soil! Vande Mataram!
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