I am the Nation and the Nation is what you are sworn to

Now you are blood. Now you are tears on that blood. No sweat. Tears are just fine. And blood is better

  • Published 21.04.19, 8:49 AM
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All of this works for me. These violations, this mayhem, these body bags, these funerals. Let me know wherever they happen next and I shall be there. To pay tribute. To make another speech. To rave and rant in your name. Image: Anon

Attention! Rangroots! Attention!! Rangroots! I mean, ahem, Recruits! Attention!!! Where are you? Hain? Silence? Where are you rangroots? I need you. The nation needs you. But I need you more. Didn’t you hear DhongiVivadityanath? You are my rangroots. The wonders you work, you work for me. The suffering you take, you take for me. The name you make, you make for me. What else? You know who I am? I am the Nation and the Nation is what you are sworn to. Kahan ho? Rangrooton? Kahan ho? Kahan mar gaye? Mar gaye kya? Ah, if so, no sweat. Mar gaye? Martyred?

No sweat. Now you will never sweat. Now you are blood. Now you are tears on that blood. No sweat. Tears are just fine. And blood is better. Rangroots! Tum mujhe khoon do, main tumhen sarkaaren doonga. The more the khoon, the more the sarkaaren. The more the martyred, the more the memorials. To my glory, mind you, to mine; you are dead. Remember rangroots, you are dead. Die. Die wherever you are. That is what you signed up for. That is what you earn your wages for. To die. That is what your spouse signed up to. That is what you told your children. That is what you swore to this nation. I am going to die. My fate is to die. I earn a wage on the pledge that I shall die. Rangroots, is that not correct? You brave rangroots? You were sent there to die. You have met your signed up fate.

But in so dying you have done the nation a huge favour. I shall tell the whole nation what a huge favour you have done. This is my chance now. To go round and round and round and round, flying like a batted bumblebee on public ka money, and beat my breast about how and why you died and how many of you died in the cause of the nation. (Psst: of course some of you died also because my people were sleeping on the job, or probably they were up to much worse, but shhhhhhhhh, chhhhi-chhhhhhhih, does one talk like this when you, many of you, have died?)

But never mind, all of this works for me. These violations, this mayhem, these body bags, these funerals. Let me know wherever they happen next and I shall be there. To pay tribute. To make another speech. To rave and rant in your name. To swear vengeance upon those who did this to you. The more we are violated, the stronger shall we be. The more of you that perish, the louder I shall scream and sing your glories. Rangroots! Do not lose heart, I am here. To ensure that none of your sacrifices goes waste; that I profit from each and every of those sacrifices.

Are those your kneecaps I see? Your uncapped kneecaps? Where are they? In what position? In rest before you reactivate them and scramble to stations? Or plainly in rest? Even in rest you serve the nation and you serve me because, you see, I am the Nation. When they insult me, they insult the nation and they insult you. When they question me, they question the nation and they question you. Get up, march!

Or are these your proud moustaches I see? The moustaches of the proud rangroots or a proud nation which is the same as ProudMe. But why are your moustaches not twirled up? Why do they droop? And if these are your knees, why are they not capped? Why are they not up and running? Rangroots? Are you dead? Have you been sacrificed? Have you become martyrs to my cause? I say all of this not in my own voice, of course, I say all of this in the voice of TheNation. And TheNation has expectations of you. TheNation needs you. TheNation needs your sacrifices. TheNation often needs you to be sacrificed. So I can beat my breast. And I beat my heart. And I can beat my drum. If I do not beat my own drum, who will? Dham. Dham. Dham. Dham. Dham. Dham. Dham. Is that the sound of impending peril? Could be, but take heart, rangroots, I am here. The great defender and destroyer.

Please do not tell Mahadeb, lest he takes offence. He is the cosmic destroyer after all and my taandav can be but a pale act to his. But I would say this and do remember.

I did arrange

So you could matter

Lucky you

You lucky martyr.

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