The time of right


The left is squirming. It would be turning over in its grave if it were dead but if we only were so lucky. It ruled the roost for generations ns with its intellectuals firmly entrenched across bureaucracy, press, educational institutions,police and of course the government. It shaped the thoughts of the tender with its rabid hatred of Hinduism and Nationalism with subversive means of textbooks, the older through a virulent discourse through print and television which successfully convinced the masses of being ashamed of their religion and identity. Brooding intellectuals with their lucid ways of expression wielded the pen with a might shaming the lesser souls into submission with vested editorials and writings. The majority misbehaves were dealt with a visceral hatred while the minority crimes were swept under the carpet through vulgar under reporting. The Hindu perpetrator of a riot or religious crime was cried hoarse about while the numerous minority rioting, raping, bullying, bombing, love jihad ways were conveniently turned a blind eye to most of the times by choice or by government interventions fearing vote bank retaliations  or simply blatant appeasement which would put the biggest of sycophants to shame. 

The underworld was steered by the best from minorities like the Mastans or the Lalas and umpteen others coming down to the Ibrahim of today. Rare Hindu competition was badgered and encountered down by police which were controlled by politicians albeit from the majority but corrupt and corpulent. The dark underbelly of the country was invariably controlled by minorities be it drugs brothels gambling dens illicit liquor anything that was illegal they outnumbered Hindus ten to two. 

The Left, Muslim underworld and the minority had a stranglehold even on Bollywood with films churning out narratives which invariably portrayed the good guys from minority. Never did we come across a villain god forbid to be from the minority even the kashmiri terrorists were given Hindu names or religion neutral ones. Even today with forced evolution there is a token good guy to every bad one from minority. The Khans ruled minting thousands of crores were put on pedestals and worshipped by the nation yet they felt unsafe amidst adoring multitudes. A Gulshan Kumar of TSeries was penalized with death just for promoting and bringing bhajans into the forefront. It’s been 25 years now and no one else has dared and music with Sufi or Islamic undertones blares since. 

Then in times of television news channels the left unleashed its best from an arsenal boasting of the finest  of linguists orators with impeccable statistics. The right which was still struggling to find adequate expression was left stuttering in its wake further strengthening mass thinking. Such experts were they at argument that they could shut down any clown from the right, I say clowns because the representation was pathetic back then vernaculars struggling in an alien language ill prepared and easily provoked. 

Love jihad was and is rampant with handsome demons being unleashed across the country and so deft are they in their devious ways that girls from other communities fall hook line and sinker lapping up shallow drivel with lovestruck hearts. Treacherous 

Successful attempts were made trivializing demonizing Hindu festivals, the imprint is so strong that even today the young who in spite of being exposed to the contrary dialogue still are parroting hollow lines of noise air and other various pollutions that seemingly only are caused by a few days of celebration in a year. Even today in the times of Hindu resurgence Minority run NGOs fearlessly run around with their decibel and other meters selectively targeting Hindu festivals with the newspapers and some television channels ha d in glove in their reporting of massive surges of pollution after Diwali or sleepless nights spent by citizens during navrarti. The Holi festivities are a criminal waste of water and apparently thousands are blinded by toxic colors of revelry. The poor Hindu already reeling under a colonial mindset which imprinted doubt in its mind of veracity of its Gods which were deemed myths and mythologies  thus started going about its festivals with an Apology of a celebration. 

The Hindu trudged on keeping its head down, having come to terms with its fate or abusive uncare. They refused to get their fingers inked considering it to either a waste of their time or voted in favor of the pseudo secular for the surrender was so stealthily impregnated in his subconscious that he refused to see the truth, the mental defeat abject. The minority strutted about having known long back the power and strength of the ballot and the vile corrupt ways of those in power. 

But all was not lost. Somewhere something was not dead  and anger simmered. Then the Rath Yatra, Babri Masjid and corresponding riots happened. BJP started becoming a party to be reckoned with. Vajpayee and Adani ably steered the party igniting and resurrecting Hindu asmits. Godhra and the corresponding riots where the minority was given a befitting reply. Then Narendra Modi’s became the prime minister and also time of social media was born. The Hindu who till now was systematically marginalized unable to voice his opinions and break into heavily defended bastions of the left finally found a way to express. Egged on by the BJP the time of Hindu renaissance had come. He started asserting first by timid almost self deprecating attempts and then slowly out poured years of angst which then became torrents which threatened to wash away the left pseudo secular brigade in its wake. Every filthy tweet of Facebook post was instantly bombarded with apt replies. Though the authors refused to acknowledge the replies smugly brushing them off as trolls, they were hurting and hurting bad. The Hindu soon realized where to hurt them and that was economically. Movies songs started getting banned, stand up comedians were shown their place, politicians who dared cross paths were shown their place. Rigorous WhatsApp movements erupted before every festival urging the masses to celebrate unashamedly. And finally the right spokespeople on television came prepared had fluency in the language being debated in and could outdo the best of them. BJP started winning. The time of Hindu assertion was here and leftists and pseudo seculars were left stuttering wrecks. 

The right is showing it’s might not only here but across the globe up to their noses in water they have taken up the cudgels and rightly so while the left whose grip has loosened significantly in India but still enjoys a commanding presence elsewhere has started resorting to insidious means to stay in reckoning. The refusal to acknowledge the blaring and glaring race for domination of the minorities is both appalling and exasperating. Either they are content to be second class in a Muslim dominated world or are exhibiting strong masochistic tendencies and steering themselves and the world towards mayhem and ultimate destruction. For the minority fights first against the kaffir and when there are none left they turn on themselves as witnessed in numerous incidents. God only knows what goes on in the medieval minds. 

The Hindu has come come a long way and has a long was to go, hundreds of battles to be fought before the war will finally be won. How what where, there are no easy answers but the start has to be with the young. Don’t instill fear of the minorities, teach them the values of religion make them go study the  epics, don’t deride your country but ingrain a sense of pride for nation. As the youth starts wearing nationalism and religion on its sleeve we will see a resurgent Hindu. 

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Veeru Chheda

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By Veeru Chheda

Veeru Chheda

About the Author

When I write I lay bare my soul. Amateurish attempts even if. That was my biggest dilemma when I thought of starting a blog. For when you open up deep hidden recesses of your inside, you are judged.

Sure you are applauded a little for what you did right but then the criticism comes in tons for your follies.

For the world is a cruel place indeed!

I have finally decided to go ahead with and post what has encompassed my life recently. Poetry. The words of exhilaration of anguish of tears of laughter of sometimes deep dark expressions waiting for a medium, for an outpour. Paths made of alphabets meandering through melancholy pain betrayal interspersed with brief bursts of bright and beautiful.

Poetry is what but a symphony of the pages with the writer wielding the baton making the words dance to a music that only he hears.

I am a man of contradictions, does that mean I say one thing and do the other? No! I do one thing and also do the other.

Middle age is when you look in the mirror and fret about what you see. At the threshold of old age with triumphs and regrets tucked in your holster You wait gingerly to cross over to the other fight.
When you look back with pleasure and pain and ahead with trepidation and hope.

So Dear Readers, let’s explore this beautiful world of words together. In my blog you will find poetry, short stories, travel reviews and tips and last but not the least Food. Restaurant reviews recipes and much more for I live to eat. For there is nothing more satisfying to soul than a good meal.

Get ready for a kaleidoscope of content but have patience for I have just started and will be posting as the write ups are ready. Please do express your thoughts on what is here anything from The Good The Bad and The Ugly for it will inspire me onwards and upwards. Jai Hind.