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Nationalism in the time of Globalism

In the verdict that hanged Afzal Guru, the Supreme Court observed that "... the collective conscience of the society will only be satisfied if the capital punishment is awarded..."  The plain truth was known to all that there was only a circumstantial evidence against Guru, nothing that could fetch him the hangman's noose.  But the nation wanted a hanging, and Guru was hanged.

We don't want this sort of entertainment any more - that's what some students of JNU said.

Going against national pastimes is treason; doesn't JNU know that?

Some criminal elements took advantage of the opportunity to shout antinational slogans.  Such elements should be dealt with appropriately.  If they belong to ABVP, they should be taught good manners first. If they are other disgruntled elements, the national conscience may require to be satisfied.

Is nationalism justified when we have opened up everything including our self-respect to the global market? We have a Prime Minister who spends most of his time abroad. Our economy is driven by MNCs. We are begging other countries to come with investments. How can we shout nationalist slogans when the foreigners come to "Make (in) India"?

Anti-national sloganeers should definitely be tackled in such a way as to satisfy the national conscience. But nationalist organisations should realise that they have become pathetic anachronisms.

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  1. But what is wrong in asking other countries to invest in India?
    As for the students the university in charge should handle the case and not media or government.

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    1. Did I imply that asking other countries to invest is wrong? I'm saying that nationalism and globalism can't go together.

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  2. hmmm, I am not following much into this news simply because these incidents after Hyderabad suicide and other college/University controversies looks fishy. Why would a government that is aiming for 10 years would invite such direct controversies in their time that too in its first two years? Dirty Indian Politics that gives damn to development!

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    1. How can we ignore this issue, Roohi? It started long ago with Pune film inst followed by Madras Univ and Hyderabad Univ and now continues with JNU and Jadavpur....

      BJP is digging its own grave and sadly of India as one unified nation. Development is bullshit except for Ambanis and Adanis and some Ramdevs!

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  3. every time there is a election around, RSS-BJP started Us versus Them debate to polarize the voters, this incident labeled all criticizers of government as antinational

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    1. Us-Them division is the Parivar's battery, sustenance. Now the 'other' has become 'the traitor'.

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