Matein Khalid
I spent a wonderful afternoon with an old friend, a Persian prince in his cousin’s Jumeirah villa to heal from the trauma of multiple Hindutva chicken hawks keyboard warriors berating me for pointing out the fact that Dassault Aviation shares have fallen 3% in Paris while the Chinese J-10CE fighter jet (Vigorous Dragon) soared 20% in Shenzhen. Only a moron with a Stone Age IQ would believe the military communiques of the Modi government (which lied so shamelessly to the Indian people about the IAF debacle at Balakot but still won the election since Namo is the Mozart of communal hate marketing.) or the jihadi johnny jet set that has anointed General Asim Munir (The Luminous One), the capo di tutti capi among the spit and polish Generaljis at Rawalpindi GHQ, who has never won a war other than against their own people, in East Bengal, Sind NWFP and Balochistan.
The Hindutva trolls all seem intellectually underprivileged since only a certified moron could believe all the multiple lies any government, let alone a classic Third World fascist/communal kleptocracy will tell its own people in war time. There are many things wrong with Pakistan but nobody of my social class or education believes a word or whatever Gobelsian doublespeak uttered by the assi-tussi Praetorian Panjus who run Mount Olympus from the Rawalpindi GHQ. General Asim Munir, poor thing, did not even get into the Kakul Military Academy. A mulla’s son like Zia, he never had the opportunity to benefit from the social milieu of Delhi’s St. Stephen College, let alone the whisky and soda sundowner sipping officer buddies of the British Indian Army, who volunteered to fight and die for human decency from Anzio to Malaya, El Alamein to the pitiless jungles of Burma.
A bunch of thoughts from Matt. Communal hate, the mother’s milk of the RSS, modelled on the Hitler youth and the alma mater of Mahatma Gandhi’s assassin, is the worst possible political ideology for India. After all, the religious and ethnic fissures go back centuries and the fault lines of communal hate can precipitate spasms of bestial violence whose endgame is mass slaughter as happened in the killing fields of Punjab and Bengal in the summer of Partition.
Modi’s intellectually and morally stunted acolytes have demonized Muslim, Christians, Sardarjis, secular humanists and even kissy kissy lovers on St Valentine’s Day throughout his decade in power. Surely the sane people of India, they exist as so many of them are my fondest friends in life (including my wife and Manju), realize that 200 million people cannot be demonized/marginalized without igniting the dark centrifugal forces of a communal civil war as happened in Gujarat under CM Modi in 2002.
In my own life, I loved travelling around Yugoslavia and even had Serbian and Croatian girlfriends in succession when I lived in Europe. The young people of Yugoslavia were so wonderful, they shared so many values in common. Then Tito died and then Slobodan Milošević, a merchant of communal hate like Modi took power in Belgrade. By the time Slobo was hauled by the Americans to the international criminal court at the Hague, Yugoslavia had split into seven countries and 300,000 people were butchered in the civil war of the 1990’s. If Modi’s BJP continuous to elect clowns of hate in a communal circus, India could well share the fate of Yugoslavia. Cannot Indians remember their own history/Punjab and Assam in the 1980’s, the Naxalite revolt, Kashmir under governor Jughead, the ethnic horrors of Sri Lanka under the LTTE and East Bengal genocide under General Tikka Khan.
I consider myself a well-wisher of India, and admirer of its ancient past and humanistic ethics, a son of Sindh, who loves the river that gave India its very name (yes, we are industrious too LOL!). Yet I genuinely fear that the quasi-illiterate hate mongers in Modi sarkar, the BJP and the RSS are driving India into a twilight zone of a communal civil war, a Yugoslavia of mega death and tragedy for South Asia’s next generation. I doubt if Modi has ever read the works of St. Agustine, but the Christian scholar who lived in 4th century Roman Algeria, said it best – “if there is not enough time in life to love, how can you find time to hate?”. So, don’t be so square Namo, come let us all go to a hippie commune in Lake Tahoe or visit the Scandinavian love shack in Ayia Napa. The moment you charm some nice Swedish girls, you will be transformed into a kinder, gentler lover boy Namo with your 56 inch chest and 66 inch toun! How about a personality makeover from uptight hater to happy camper.
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