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Peace is an attitude



As the world observes today as Peace Day, India and Pakistan find themselves in a belligerent situation which may soon escalate into a war.  No country can choose its neighbours and India is unfortunate to have such neighbours as Pakistan and China one of which is steeped in medieval darkness and the other has a soul that is afire with territorial greed.  Both these infelicitous neighbours will unite against India in case of a war.  Is the Third World War taking shape at the Indo-Pak borders?

On the occasion  of the World Peace Day, the UN General Secretary Ban Ki-moon said, “Peace is not an accident.  Peace is not a gift.  Peace is something we must all work for, every day, in every country.  Peace is not just about putting weapons aside.  It is about building societies where people share the benefits of prosperity on a healthy planet.”

Peace is an attitude, in other words.  Peace is an elevated level of consciousness.  Peace comes from the heart.

Can hearts guided by words written thirteen centuries ago by a man who was struggling to import peace among warring tribes understand what the UN General Secretary is saying?  When truth still belongs to scriptures that are interpreted by people whose attitudes and awareness are groping in medieval darkness, will weapons be put aside?

The world stands in need of liberation first of all from its gods and scriptures.  Or at least from the people who are currently holding gods captive and interpreting the scriptures to suit their nefarious purposes.

Ban Ki-moon focused more on the inequalities created by the present economic system that dominates the whole world.  In fact, Islamic terrorism is mostly a fight against that economic system and the western civilisation which upholds it.  The fact is that neither Islam with its terror nor globalisation with its greed has done any good to the world. 

We can’t surrender our civilisation to terrorists.  We can’t surrender our civilisation to traders.  We need to redeem ourselves from both.  We need to think.  Think about real remedies.  And speak out boldly.  Cowardice can only create more terrorists and traders.


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  1. Jyotirmoy SarkarSeptember 21, 2016 at 8:23 AM

    "peace" this is what we all are afraid to loose.
    very strong writing.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 21, 2016 at 8:40 AM

      We have to work for peace. There are too many people who want war!

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  2. UnknownSeptember 21, 2016 at 10:11 AM

    Well written, we indeed cannot choose our neighbors. And somehow I believe that a war will never be the solution. It might sound strange but in a war its the people of all the warring countries stand to loose the most. Have a great peaceful world peace day...

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 21, 2016 at 6:07 PM

      Let more and more people realise the futility of war.

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  3. UnknownSeptember 25, 2016 at 10:27 PM

    As we propagate "War is a Crime Against Humanity" no matter who fights whom. Let us hope that we as a nation known for our very own symbol of Peace - Mahatma Gandhi, as able to maintain our image as conscience keeper and peace keeper for the whole world.

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  4. UnknownSeptember 25, 2016 at 10:28 PM

    As we propagate "War is a Crime Against Humanity" no matter who fights whom. Let us hope that we as a nation known for our very own symbol of Peace - Mahatma Gandhi, as able to maintain our image as conscience keeper and peace keeper for the whole world.

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  5. Deepali AdhikaryOctober 4, 2016 at 5:00 PM

    Peace...is it becoming an elusive notion now? Everybody has their own definitions of peace. But what happened to the all-encompassing peaceful policy of live and let live.

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