Of War and peace

Couple of weeks back, towards the beginning of this month, we were at war with our notorious neighbor country. Ever since the attack on the tourists happened, it was an inevitable scenario that was waiting to happen. In this era, where every leader worth their salt, wants to shoot out not just from their mouth but also from their arsenal, there is no country in the world that wants to just buy missiles and other arms for deterrence alone, but to use them for any eventuality. 

When the first news of our Airforce bombarding the terror targets came out, the next immediate thought was on the retaliation from their end. Last time when the surgical strike happened, despite the entire world being aware of the targets they had the guts to retaliate and even capture one of our pilots who by god's grace came back. Wars, especially with those who don't follow any rules, are never ending. When the rouge nation has openly declared that they would bleed India by waging a battle of thousand cuts, we don't have any choice but to retaliate, having been quite for so many decades. At some point the twine will break and when it becomes enough is enough kind of mindset, there is no other option but to take the same weapon that the enemy is using against us. The problem here is, unless they are relegated to history, the geographical aspect will forever lend a lifeline to these thugs who have no shame or virtue or respect for human life are like cockroaches and their only aim in life is to cause instability and wreak the peace among common civilians, causing unrest. Such low life creatures' dwell on any possible area and to clean them up we've no choice but to take the right kind of broom and clean up not just the mess they cause but also the environment that breeds them.

Despite every news channel discussing and cussing over the events that transpired over those 4 days and 4 nights, as if they are giving running commentary on some sparring event, the fear psychosis they let loose was unimaginable. I for one was literally dreading opening the newspaper every day worrying sick over what might've happened the previous night, how many more lives would've been lost, despite living in absolute comfort created by the distance from those battlefields and the knowledge of being safe. For most of Southern India, this war could've been happening across any other border, something similar to all those hardships faced by the states bordering that savage nation, which kept on sending invaders, pillaging and ravaging those states that were under their direct line of attack. May be the distance that we are at from those evil scums, have shielded us from much of those invasions, at least not as much suffered by our western and northern brethren, have shaped our psyche and our thought process in a much different way as compared to those who faced the brunt of it. The same was felt during those 4 days as well, when the majority of the "bleeding hearts" for peace and so-called pseudo influencers were crying hoarse for spilt blood, there was a group who were genuinely concerned and worried. My mom for one, who rarely listens to news, something i should pick from her, was shocked beyond her wits when she heard about the devastations caused by continuous shelling. All those drones and shells that were continuously being fired from across the border on civilian areas, she was seriously worried and often used to share her concern with her friends. What did those poor civilians do other than having their livelihood and shelter close to the area that is easily targetable by an immoral enemy!! I have shared similar sentiment during the onset of the Ukraine war, where people who managed to escape from there, when they share their close encounters with death and how each time a siren is played they were literally under the shadow of death, never ever imagined that such a scenario will happen in India and despite staying several thousand kilometers away from the place of war, in our hearts we were all praying for those innocent civilians, who for no fault of theirs were unfairly targeted by those ruffians. My mom went one step more and whenever she went to temple, she asked her friends to include those villagers and people suffering from these Shellings in their prayers and asked each of them to pray for early end to the war. She was genuinely happy when the cease fire was announced and for those four five days, her mental state was in as much turmoil as the mother of any person who were living near the border.

Despite not being directly involved, the mental turmoil that everyone of us would've underwent literally showed us all the futility of war. But when the cause is just, it is only a question of how effective we can deal the blow and ensure it doesn't repeat in the foreseeable future. Peace and only reign when every hand is away from the trigger. It is not possible to shake hands with clenched fists is a famous quote that i've read somewhere. The same is never truer in our case.