Some papers have hinted the Pune blasts might be the handiwork of some extreme-right wing Hindu organisations. I don’t know how much of it is true. It could be the old game of ‘when you can’t convince, then confuse’.
We all know the Pune police is grappling in the dark about who could have planted the bomb that ripped through German Bakery. Infact the joke was that a few days after the blasts, its police commissioner was addressing students citywide to take part in the fight against terror under a programme very ambitiously called ‘Operation Mrityunjay’.
I really don’t know what the students are supposed to do here. I’m sure most of the guys the commissioner addressed would love the opportunity of playing ‘terror checkers to female suicide bombers’. Imagine the fun when you have the right to ask women to disrobe to check whether they have strapped anything sinister beneath their clothes. Besides that I have no clue how students can fight against terror.
Because do what you may, I think spotting a terrorist as part of a citywide programme like ‘Operation Mrityunjay’ is a concept as laughable as going out to Afghanistan to find a bra-burning female libber in the Taliban.
A terrorist as far as my finite knowledge tells me is a brainwashed man who willingly builds up prejudices against oneself and one’s religious beliefs by imagining them acutely.
A reverse of the same kind of imagination that motivational authors like Wallace Wattle, Napolean Hill, Clement Stone or Rhona Bryne want us to do. Imagine it and it shall be true kind of concept.
I say this because I see perfectly sane people suddenly talking like chicken-hearted jehadis- the kind who’s piss if they ever saw a bomb, let alone plant one- despite growing up in a perfectly secular surroundings comprising happy-go-lucky friends who cared more for the fun that playing together brought than praying together ever brought.
The kinds who’d without blinking an eyelid say it is because they are from a particular community that they didn’t get a good enough raise or they missed out on a promotion. The kinds who study in secular ICSE/CBSE/SSC schools and then suddenly reach office in long beards, shaved moustaches, and pajamas five inches above their ankles. Or ask for leave from office on days when there is some problem with the alignment of Rahu and Ketu and when the moon goes into that horrible position in the sky our learned saints termed as ‘amaavas’.
The kind of man who willingly turns into a hate-filled weirdo despite nestling amidst the best and positive of circumstances is a jehadi and you really don’t expect students- awash with thoughts of books, porn, facebook, orkut, dating, films- to nab them after one slumber-inducing lecture from the Pune police commissioner or any other man in khakhi for that matter.
I think the Pune police would do better by bringing to life their informer network and increasing the rewards for them the same way as the sponsors of terror do to get the hate-filled weirdo in their fold.
Coming back to whether some Hindu organisation did it, if it is true, I sincerely hope the cops catch hold of them, slit their veins all over their body and leave them to dry out in the Pune sun. If there is any life left in them still, then probably running a road roller over them shouldn’t be a bad idea at all.
Religion has never taught us to live and no bastard of any hue has the right to kill another this miserably to keep religion alive.
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