Battlefield of Emotions

Contrary emotions are like sworn nemeses in the medieval epoch. They find a place that can cater well to their need of habitation and they proceed to pretentiously coexist peacefully and convincingly, but as time goes by, their true intent to overtake the kingdom and overthrow the ruler is made manifest, and that is precisely how the war of emotions kicks off.

Hatred enters the battlefield armed with his weapon of poison, hurt with his arrows, indifference with his shield and insult with its club. Only love enters unarmed, sans even a single means of defense.

In course of combat, love is wounded mortally- struck, impaled and blown, temporarily weakened and incapacitated, but not enough to give up the fight. It allows itself to be victimized until the assailing foes themselves grow weary of the fight and retreat in defeat.

Love, though wounded, triumphs in sweet victory and basks in humble glory. It restores and rejuvenates itself and the Kingdom of the Heart that was subject to much attrition.

Love neither is a fighter nor a killer, but a conqueror. It is its own weapon- a weapon that eliminates what breaks and restores what has been broken.

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India’s Internal Tussle

“Tolerance of intolerance is cowardice.” — Ayaan Hirsi Ali

There’s something special about the Indian Constitution. It’s the longest handwritten one in the world and the highlight, you ask? Its postulates are hardly ever adhered to.

An excerpt from the pledge is as follows:

“India is my country. All Indians are my BROTHERS and SISTERS… I LOVE MY COUNTRY… I shall give my parents, teachers and all elders RESPECT and treat everyone with COURTESY…”

Keeping that in mind, let’s visualize the happenings in New Delhi. Christians are protesting against vandalism and the police round them all up and pack them off to the cellars- like stray dogs causing a nuisance- to a shelter.

The texts prescribed for high school education gasconade the country’s policies of secularism, brotherly love and, above it all, tolerance.

Hyperbolized is the fact that this country has never waged a single external war in the history of its existence. That is just a veneer camouflaging the internal war that is highly alarming.

The soil of this country once ran red with the blood of the myriad martyrs who vowed and slogged for independence, coalescing peaceable people from every nook and cranny of the nation for a sole, selfless purpose. They freed India from the oppressive regency of the British, but we are yet to free this country from the tyranny of our very own. Ironical, isn’t it?

A country’s true glory lies not in being an economic superpower, a technology giant or a contender in the global market. Glory in its untainted form can be tasted only when the citizens of the country start loving and living as one though many.

So, dearest Indians, don’t just recite the pledge. Live up to it. And don’t just let people hear the words. Let them see you putting them into befitting actions.

Don’t bask in the glory of the past while not maintaining its standards in the present and hope for a radiant future.