Context: Pulwama Attack
And those wise men will stay underground and will not come on TV, to debate at this moment as they know that they cannot defend themselves from the backlash. They will remain holed up in their little burrows until the matter subside and the sentiments die, the calmness prevails and the air becomes thin. They will wait till the funeral pyres turn cold and the soil above the grave settle some more. That will be the time when the bodies of soldiers will be burnt or buried. And there will be ash or bones mixed in the soil. The life will not be there nor will be flesh and blood. Their memory would have faded, the laughter would have forgotten. Their fragrance lost and their images blurred. That will be time when other priorities of our lives will get prioritized.
That will be time, they will come out, that will be time they will pop up from little holes from the underground, that will be the time they will drop their camouflage and covers, that will be time thay will relax their stance and posture. And that will be time they will hit you back. They will assault in their own ways, they will play the game they know very well. They will make some movies, some series or documentaries. They will take up effectively in their hands the twitter's handles. They will attack from the cover of digital world, the human rights blankets and virtual dream of freedom. The rule is simple to create some expressions in support of so called freedom of expression. They will organize those literature festivals, the poetry recitation sessions and the musical occasions, where there is no debate but an audience so consumed, ready to receive whatever thrown and assumed.
They will organize street plays in the universities. Some books will be written and some will be burnt, some articles will be published and others will be trolled. Some blogs will float some post will hold and all together the social media will be a bloat. Some marches will be organized and protests will be set. Some of the activist will try to crash some gates. Some awards will be returned and intolerance will trend. Some people will sing songs with candles in their hand.
The narrative they need is already set, what they want is to harden it more. This mass media has an aura which always endure, if it doesn’t make truth out of a fallacy, then it certainly it makes the fallacy a day dream. A day dream strong enough to be discussed more. They will be everywhere in books and streets, they will be everywhere in festivals full of musical beats. They will be everywhere in every drop of ink, they will be everywhere in the deceptive eyes which doesn’t blink. They will hijack the theater's dialogue, they will be riding on every monologue or prologue. They will be contrasting with every colors on canvas, they will be everywhere on screen and campus. They will run deep in every attractive visuals, they will settle in the minds of sapiosexuals
At that time our boys will be on the borders, safeguarding the mountains, the fields, and the glaciers. We may call them anything but that’s their frontiers. Yes those are our boys oblivious of the fact, a much more potent explosives are waiting for them, and that is not actually kept in a jeep called scorpion. What it seems like an ambush, is just one small reality, but much more are there everywhere deep inside our own territory. The enemy is just not across those line, there are some in our own design. They are scattered in the world called intellectual, in the thoughts of sensible, who claims to be responsible. They are all over in the talk shows hosted by learned & elite, they exist in the candle light marches of high profile socialite. They will be sipping coffee in the symposium of the universities. They will be organizing seminars by inviting some celebrities. These people will not attack you from the enemy lines, these people will not fire upon you with bombs and mines. They are pretentious champions of peace, so they won’t kill you by exploding in moment. Proving themselves as believers of humanity they will not shoot a bullets upon you. But from the comfort of their posh houses, from the safety of their books stuffed studies, from the coziness of their flashy studios, they will sting you like a scorpion. The sting will not let you dies, it will just enough to poison your mind. The poison which will be slow and subtle, the poison which will be like the drizzle, the poison which will be like the color of the sky. It will definitely not kill but will make you blind. The goal is to prison the brain and not the body. The purpose is the capture the imagination and objectivity. And they will not stop once you become one of them. They will persuade you to extend the the venom on to the generation yet to come.
Like you cannot counter an odour only with fragrance, so you cannot counter intelligentsia only with intelligence. The rules of engagement needs to be revised, a new kind of weapon has to be devised. Along with guns, our soldiers need canvas, along with armors, our soldiers need pen and paint brush. Along with physical endurance an our soldiers need intellectual pursuance. The battle is not only out at the ground, the battle has gone much beyond and everywhere to be found. This is not only the battle against an enemy who is instantly recognized. This is not a battle against those who are visible, not hidden or disguised.
This is a battle against enemy which is armed with evil ideas, this is a battle against an enemy trained in fabricating false narrative, this is a battle against an enemy experienced in forging fraudulent day dreams. They are capable enough to inject the pollutant into freshness of the curious minds. This is a battle against a devil and his design. The design to prove itself an angel, the design to get the capability for deception. The battle is there, where the interest rest, imagination delights and curiosity thrives. The battle is there where the devil has a workshop. The battle is there, where devil hides. The battle is inside a person's mind, and that is where it needs to be hammered. This design has improved over the time, the devil is convincing and we are all blind. The devil has outsmarted us all to prove itself an angel. The story goes further for angels are proven devil. And if someone oppose he is proven not be civil. Lie deception and falsehood wrapped in charm of expressions are his weapons. And if nothing works then democracy is shown in danger. This is the battle of ideas, and an idea cannot be killed with a bullet. This is the battle of narrative which in turn influence the ballet.
It takes an idea to defeat an idea. It takes a narrative to kill another one. It takes marketing to kill others campaign. It takes a literature to kill devil’s writing.It takes a popular expression to kill another popular one. In the end it takes all what the devil has up in his sleeves.
If angels can do that, then devil will leave, only to re-surge obviously and indeed. And dare you think that this battle will end. As this one was never a war which will. The devil return and you must sure. Even if you to keep this one low, by getting complacent or going slow. You can’t kill a devil in just one battle and you can’t kill the devil in thousand more battle, what is required is to beat him in every battle, keeping in mind our destiny is not the victory but the battle. It will go on forever till eternity, like every year we burn Ravan’s effigies
