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Gau rakshaks, listen to the PM


I salute Mr Modi for his latest speeches.  On Saturday, he lambasted the gau rakshaks in no uncertain terms.  He called them anti-socials who are trying to masquerade their maleficence with feigned religiousness.  He has appealed to the state governments to take stern action against such criminals.

Today addressing a rally in Hyderabad, he said, “If you want to attack, attack me and not Dalits. If you want to shoot, shoot me and not Dalits.” 

Better late than never.  The PM should have spoken out long ago when certain sections of the country’s population or their religious places were attacked right from the time he took over the highest political authority in the country.  

The PM should have spoken out when Kalburgi, Dabholkar and Pansare were murdered brutally for supporting the causes of secularism.  Not even the protests from eminent writers of the country who returned their Sahitya Akademi awards provoked the PM into taking the issue seriously. 

Rohith Vemula’s suicide note that “My birth is my fatal accident” and the polarisation of the country into the entitled and the disentitled failed to move the PM. 

When Akhlaq was lynched by a mob of gau rakshaks, the PM refused to condemn the act and demand stern action against the murderers.

When some students of JNU demanded justice, they were labelled antinational by the PM’s own men and the PM refused to speak.

Silence is endorsement.  It is only natural that criminals began to think that they could indulge their antisocial proclivities in the name of the cow or other religious symbols.

Now the PM has spoken.  I hope the umpteen organisations that mushroomed in the country in the last two years purportedly to defend cows and other such icons will listen to the PM. 

As the PM said, those who really love the cows should look after the welfare of the cows instead of killing people in their names. 

As the Rig Veda says, "Let noble thoughts come to us from every side."




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  1. All I can say is that he is managing both the roles of PM and party member quite well. Pretention if becomes a habit can no longer be considered as being pretentious.

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    1. If his latest pretension becomes a habit, the nation will be richer.

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  2. Mr. Modi's honesty and integrity is often misunderstood or not understood or misused, even abused:(
    He is more sinned against than sinning:(

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    1. I have serious reservations about Mr Modi. There's a lot of narcissism in him. Coupled with hunger for power and hatred of certain sections, the narcissism can be very volatile. Now he is defending the Dalits most probably for getting their votes or because cow carcasses are becoming a serious problem in North India. Most probably, both. But, as Pranju said above, if the pretension becomes a habit, it will be quite good.

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  3. How much of what is said is truly meant by the politicians....!!! There is more to it than what meets the eye....

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    1. I know, Sunaina. But there's always a hope that something good will come out of even this mess.

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  4. that's his political strategy to garner Dalit votes, He didn't mention Muslims who are targeted more by these so called gau rakshaks, if he was serious on the issue he must take everybody into confidence

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    1. You are right in all probability. Modi is too shrewd and egotistical to have such a quick conversion. But if this can mark a new beginning it will be great. If!

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