MY MOTHERLAND ... 20
Let our boys shun this debilitating affinity for soft and sentimental song and dance, theatre and cinema, poetry and perverse politics, and assume the valorous culture of the kshatriyas as evident in the erstwhile Rajput princes who preferred honour to disgrace, to have their heads severed in battle than lowered in submission to the enemy, who shed every bit of blood to preserve the freedom of their motherland and would not brook any opposition to defend the dharma against onslaught.
Let our boys grow up in this leonine tradition to become real men forged in the furnace of service and sacrifice, renunciation and regal bearing.
Let our boys learn to live and die for the motherland with head held high and heart steeled in love, strong and virile, not soft and sentimental like the caricatures of men we witness today. Only then will we be worthy of our freedom and be able to preserve it for posterity.
Upon our strength depends our future, not on the gallons of tears we shed as effeminate creatures erroneously dubbed men. Come on, young men, prove your manhood in the real kshatriya sense of the term and not in some degenerate derivative of it.
Written by Sugata Bose
Let our boys shun this debilitating affinity for soft and sentimental song and dance, theatre and cinema, poetry and perverse politics, and assume the valorous culture of the kshatriyas as evident in the erstwhile Rajput princes who preferred honour to disgrace, to have their heads severed in battle than lowered in submission to the enemy, who shed every bit of blood to preserve the freedom of their motherland and would not brook any opposition to defend the dharma against onslaught.
Let our boys grow up in this leonine tradition to become real men forged in the furnace of service and sacrifice, renunciation and regal bearing.
Let our boys learn to live and die for the motherland with head held high and heart steeled in love, strong and virile, not soft and sentimental like the caricatures of men we witness today. Only then will we be worthy of our freedom and be able to preserve it for posterity.
Upon our strength depends our future, not on the gallons of tears we shed as effeminate creatures erroneously dubbed men. Come on, young men, prove your manhood in the real kshatriya sense of the term and not in some degenerate derivative of it.
Written by Sugata Bose
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