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Mother Teresa and Mohan Bhagwat


 If Mother Teresa had indeed converted a lot of Indians, as alleged by Mohan Bhagwat, would India have been a better place?  Would there be less hatred and violence, more tolerance and compassion?

One thing is clear at least.  Mohan Bhagwat and his organisation along with the affiliates of that organisation have not learnt anything more than the hatred that spills out of every page of their holy scriptures, We, Our nationhood Defined written in 1939.  Read any writing by people associated with Bhagwat’s organisation and you will feel hatred boiling inside your veins and seeping into the marrow of your bones with the fury of concentrated sulphuric acid.

For example, let me take a page out of Pracharak Jiwan, autobiography of Krishna Gopal Rastogi, senior RSS pracharak.  See how Rastogi describes an incident that happened when he was leading an armed group of his supporters to attack the Muslims in Kaliar (a town situated between Roorkee and Haridwar).
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It was an old locality inhabited by the Muslims.  They, armed with daggers, spears, guns were fully prepared to meet any situation.  When I learnt of their intentions to attack some Hindu areas, I organised 250 people including some known gangsters and raided Kaliar.  Then a strange thing happened.  While we had been killing men in one of the houses, we spotted a very beautiful girl.  The assailants led by me were instantly enamoured. They even started fighting among themselves to take possession of the girl.  I faced an extremely awkward situation and did not know what to do.  I tried my best to get the assailants to focus on real issues.  I abused and threatened them but they would not listen to me.  And suddenly the solution came.  The girl was after all causing this trouble and had to be eliminated.  I took my gun and shot her.  She died.  My associates were shocked and returned to the work.  Though it was against our principle to assault a woman, but it was done in an emergency and I still regret it.

Notice the tone of the writing.  Notice the lack of remorse, the cruelty, the underlying hatred.

And contrast it with anything of what Mother Teresa or her nuns have ever said or written.  Contrast almost anything related to the RSS and its affiliates with almost anything related to Mother Teresa and you will see why conversions by Mother Teresa would have been desirable. 

Did Mother Teresa actually convert people?  Here’s an article I wrote almost five years ago: Mother Teresa and Religious Conversion

Comments

  1. Such remarks r indeed sad...may better thoughts prevail in every person's mind n heart..

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    1. I wouldn't have written this blog had I not seen too many people supporting Bhagwat at Facebook and such sites. I know I won't get the kind of support that Bhagwat gets simply because hatred attracts more people nowadays.

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  2. I think your post Mother Teresa and Religious Conversion is a relevant one especially today. Many people are only worried about the religion of the buried than about how they happened to be in Mother Teresa's care.

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    1. It's a pity that people like Bhagwat have not cared to see what the Missionaries of Charity actually do. I have visited one of their homes for the mentally challenged and seen the kind of service they render. Of course, they cannot convert the mentally challenged people.

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    2. That is a valid point tomichan

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  3. People like Bhagwat should not be taken seriously and their words not at all be spread.. A nation following the speeches of ignorant fools, will be survived by only fools.. Pity our media..

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    1. I would have kept Bhagwat out of this blog had i not seen too many undesirable comments on certain social networks last night.

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  4. I don't think even the RSS and BJP takes him seriously these days...he is just trying to gain cheap publicity among a section of Hindus....the unfortunate part is not what he is saying but that these kind of people are becoming more and more vocal...

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    1. Precisely. His utterances do a lot of damage to the integrity of the nation. Instead of strengthening a united India he and his chelas divide India along communal lines.

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  5. I don't know what they are trying to save, their so called dharma or their so called ego.

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    1. The ego, of course. The very foundation of the RSS is on wrong soil: hatred. History keeps haunting the Sewaks like bloodthirsty ghosts with endless vindictiveness.

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  6. I dont know what is your perception about shri bhagwat ji , but all the points he mentioned are 100% true .

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  7. Sir its wrong what had done by Rss members there but you have to remember what is happening with hindus through out the world.
    World largest genocidal activity is happening in bangladesh and you are writing about what happened to a girl many years ago.

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