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I love Mr Modi


Mr Narendra Modi has come a long way from the Gujarat of 2002.  The real war is a psychological one, he has learnt.  It is very easy to rouse up the rabble and set ablaze anything.  Rousing up people’s imagination is the tough job.  A real leader’s task is precisely that.  And that’s what Mr Modi did in Kerala yesterday.

Look at what he said in Kerala yesterday.  India will not forget Uri.  Mr Modi knows as well as Mark Antony that public memory is like the thistledown caught in the wind.  And Mr Modi is as good an orator as Mark Antony.  He knows how to win over hearts just like the Roman conqueror.  “When we think of Kerala, we think of God’s Own Country, it has an impression of purity and holiness,” he said to the cheering crowd.  “When I visited gulf countries recently, I wanted to meet my people from Kerala living there.” He knows that Kerala’s economy is sustained by the Malayalis working in those desert sands.  “Kerala ke karyartaon ko vishwas dilata hoon ki aapki tapasya, balidaan kabhi bekaar nahi jayga, kabhi na kabhi to rang layga.”

Yes, balidaan, sacrifice, is the need of the hour.  Mr Modi knows that.  His party workers have to sacrifice a lot, their lives if need be, in Kerala which is ruled by the Left that is the worst enemy of the BJP.  Balidaan is required in the Indo-Pak border more than ever, more than anywhere.  People of India, listen to that.  And get ready for the war.  It is coming.  Slowly.  Mr Modi needs your support.  Without your support he won’t go to war.  He has historical ambitions.  He will be the Akbar of the 21st century.

And he knows the strategies.  It won’t be a simple war. It will be a war supported by a whole nation of 1.25 million people.  And more nations.  Mr Modi is garnering support from a lot many other countries too.  Yes, he is a great leader.  By the time Pakistan is eliminated Mr Modi will have earned his place in history. 

Who will be left to write the history is the question that will remain.

In the meanwhile, I am becoming a fan of Mr Modi.  He knows the game. 

Let me end this with another quote from Mr Modi’s speech in Kerala yesterday.  “A day will come when people of Pakistan will go against its own government to fight terrorism.”  He is right again.  That’s how Pakistan deserves to be decimated.  Not by India.  Mr Modi will earn his place in history if that goal is achieved. 


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  1. ManuKurupSeptember 25, 2016 at 10:14 AM

    I agree with some of the points, especially on Mr. Modi's ambitions. But I doubt his plans will go favorable to him. India has a habit of denouncing those who instigated war because war always has an aftermath of economic instability and social anarchy. Bangladesh Liberation War, the Sri Lankan debacle and the recent Kargil War are examples. Neither the Gandhis nor the BJP survived them before. Also, Modi and Co.'s farcical methods are being dismantled in a faster manner by someone or the other. Let us just say that his attempts to rally the country behind him may just backfire. That's what I believe!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 25, 2016 at 12:05 PM

      Modi won't instigate the war himself. He will make the nation demand it. That's the game.

      No thinking person will ever support a war. Mr Modi knows it. Hence the game again.

      Modi has mastered the game. It's like chess in which your next move is determined by the rival's move. Winning depends on how you can predict the rival's moves. And Modi knows them. Apparently.

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  2. जितेन्द्र माथुरSeptember 25, 2016 at 11:24 AM

    Your sarcasm is well-read Sir. Thanks and compliments.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 25, 2016 at 12:07 PM

      Sarcasm is the rebellion of the helpless, Jitender ji. It is also the dream of the helpless on the other hand.

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  3. Amit AgarwalSeptember 26, 2016 at 12:14 PM

    Our leaders (Modi and all others too) and the countrymen need learned, unbiased and thinking critics like you who express their views in a dignified way; and be playful with their words sometimes to humour the listeners/readers:)
    A great write again, Tom sir!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 26, 2016 at 4:39 PM

      It's just that i have fallen in love with life's ironies.

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  4. Yogi SaraswatSeptember 26, 2016 at 1:13 PM

    “A day will come when people of Pakistan will go against its own government to fight terrorism.” He is right again. This is the right way of a world leader .

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 26, 2016 at 4:40 PM

      Pakistan is on a self-destructive path. How long can hatred sustain a nation?

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  5. UppalSeptember 28, 2016 at 8:12 PM

    I think, your article is a veiled dislike for Mr.Modi.All of us know life's ironies. And Mr. Modi is no exception.All i want to say is that he is genuinely making efforts to promote our country's interests. His utterances,his body language clearly endorse my contention.More power to him!!!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 28, 2016 at 9:01 PM

      Not veiled dislike but veiled like. You are more biased against me than I am for Modi. 😑

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