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Is this the India we want?

A mosque under siege in Delhi


If you sow the wind, you will reap the whirlwind. This is what Delhi is doing now. This has happened elsewhere too. Gujarat 2002 is a glaring example. The people who masterminded the riots then are in power now in Delhi. We know what their intentions are. We can’t expect them to work out solutions. When the leaders of a country don’t want solutions, the situation is catastrophic.
Catastrophe is what awaits the nation. If you watch the videos that appear on the social media now, you will undoubtedly notice one thing: the hatred in the eyes of the perpetrators of violence. Hatred is what has driven our prominent leaders ever since they entered politics. Hatred can never do good to anyone, let alone a nation.
So what’s the solution? We, the people, are the only solution. If we decide not to be fooled by the jargon that our leaders and their mindless followers dish out, if we decide to be sane and rational, if we opt for peace and development, the solution will arrive easily.
Otherwise, the problem will spread all over the country. Don’t think you are safe just because you belong to a particular religious community or because you live in a particular region. No, you won’t be safe once this sort of violence spreads. We have ample examples.
Sit down and think for a while. We can create a great nation if we want. Religions don’t matter at all if it is a great nation that you want. Let religion stay where it should: temples, mosques, and so on. Let god reside where he/she/it should: in your heart. A nation’s concern should be progress and development, welfare of its people. Whatever does not help to bring welfare to the people irrespective of their religious faiths or faithlessness is not going to do any good in the long run.
People who perpetrate violence in the name of gods are not religious. No way. They are just criminals. Do you want to support criminals? Or do you want to be a sane human being? It’s your choice.

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Comments

  1. Online JournalistFebruary 26, 2020 at 7:35 PM

    Very unfortunate and highly condemnable.
    But there is no solution to this as we all have gone blind.
    "What cannot be cured must be endured!"

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 26, 2020 at 9:46 PM

      The only cure is awareness. But India has chosen ignorance. Alas!

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  2. pranita deshpandeFebruary 26, 2020 at 11:23 PM

    Very true points you have given.

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  3. जितेन्द्र माथुरFebruary 27, 2020 at 7:19 AM

    You said it Sir. It's our choice. The citizens'choice. If the citizens continue to stand by the criminals, some day or the other, they themselves will be victimized by them.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 27, 2020 at 8:28 AM

      The few criminals among citizens take charge especially when the rulers are of the same class. This is what's happening in Delhi now.

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  4. dee NambiarFebruary 27, 2020 at 8:08 AM

    What a sad state of affairs! It would be wonderful if people just let their religions stay at the respective places of worship!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 27, 2020 at 8:29 AM

      If only religion did mean to people what it's supposed to.

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