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."
Islamic terrorists force-fed blood-soaked rice to a Kashmiri Hindu, sawed a woman in half, but Anupma Chopra chooses to savour that blood
Saturday, March 12, 2022
Islamic terrorists force-fed rice with blood to a Kashmiri Hindu, raped and sawed a woman in half, but Anupma Chopra chooses to savour that blood
By publishing this stomach-turning review of The Kashmir Files, Anupama
Chopra has chosen to savour the blood spilt by the Islamic terrorists
and revel in the trauma of Hindus.
On the 6th of March, my husband, who is woefully apolitical and I went for the special screening
of Vivek Agnihotriās āThe Kashmir Filesā. I wonāt lie, on my way, I
casually wondered to my husband if this would be just another movie that
waters down the carnage unleashed on the Kashmiri Hindus. Would they
show the Islamic chants of Ralive, Tsalive, Galive (Convert to
Islam, leave the place or die)?
Would they show the chants against
Kafirs in the Islam dominated valley? Would they should the Indian
flagged being ripped, women being raped, children being murdered amidst
the chants of Allahu Akbar? Would they show that the Islamic beasts
wanted a Kashmir free from Hindus but with Hindu women, who they could
rape, subjugate and turn into slaves?
As my mind reeled, I reached the theatre a little late. I am new to
Delhi after I left Bengal when political violence gripped the state
after the 2021 assembly elections and Mamata Banerjee thought it was a
great idea to slap CID cases against me, and I still havenāt figured out
the traffic cycles of the city. Seated in the front row, I watched an
Arundhati Roy looking character, played by the supremely talented
Pallavi Joshi, giving a speech about the freedom of Kashmir.
The movie revolves around the journey of a young student played by
Darshan Kumaar, who goes from being influenced by the projectile vomit
of the character played by Pallavi Joshi to finally learning about the
genocide of his own people.
