Rudyard Kipling"
āWhen you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldierā
General Douglas MacArthur"
āWe are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.ā
āIt is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.ā āOld soldiers never die; they just fade away.
āThe soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.ā
āMay God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .ā āThe object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
āNobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
āIt is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
In Yogi, Hindus have chosen the kind of leader they want: No nonsense, nothing to lose, a Hindutvavadi with an iron fist
Thursday, March 10, 2022
PM Modi and CM Yogi
Just like Yogi Adityanath once left behind his identity as Ajay Bisht
when he took the vows of a Sanyasi, walking on the path that PM Modi
once tread, it is almost a forgone conclusion that he will ascend to the
throne sooner or later.
āIf they kill one Hindu, we will kill 100ā, āYogi Adityanath: The
monk who owns a revolver, a rifle, and Rs72 lakh in assetsā, āYogi
Adityanath is the face of BJPās Hindutva project: Symbolism of the monk
in saffron robesā and of course, the infamous āMilitant Monkā cover of
the Washington Post were some of the headlines over the years used by
the global media to define Yogi Adityanath. He was vilified, he was
abused, misrepresented and tarnished for fighting for Hindus. Not just
that, he was disparaged for wearing his own faith on his sleeve, being
the Mahant of the great Gorakhnath Math.
While reading the elephantine moronity of global and national
commentators on Yogi Adityanath almost felt like waking up at dawn and
reliving a mildly amusing, in hindsight, of course, campaign that the
exactly the same elements ran against another leader who is, currently,
at the very top of his political career. As soon as Narendra Modi was at
that time chosen as the Chief Minister of Gujarat, the media went on
overdrive, treading cautiously since, from the very beginning of his
political career in 1965, Modi had been a staunch Hindutvavadi.
Come 2002, when riots broke out in Gujarat right after 59 Hindus were
burnt alive by a Muslim mob, the vultures came out of hiding. Butcher
of Gujarat, they yelled at the top of their lungs with those cankerous
voices. They denied the genocide of Hindus to sling a rope around Modiās
neck and pull him down from his throne. The campaign lasted decades and
continues to date. But like a phoenix, he rose. He was made to sit for
hours of interrogation and came out squeaky clean. Their plans to
assassinate him, their campaigns to vilify him, their impotent rage at a
proud Hindu leading Gujarat and someday, leading the nation, came to
nought.
