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Over Indulging India - my foot



The link above is a Policy Outlook authored by George Perkovich recommending a course correction for US vis-a-vis Pakistan. The analysis is accurate when, in one broad sweep from 1947,  captures the evolution of Pakistan as the 'migraine of the world'.

But curiosly, the author is suggesting that  if Pakistan is today a demented dog, some blame is to be placed on America and in fact, the whole world for Overindulging India! We are not taken in by America and the West wooing us, sir. They are doing it in their own self-interest.

The author has cited slow progress on the Samjauta case and in the same breath adds that the perpetrators of Gujarat and Ayodhya violence has not been brought to justice!. While admitting that Paksitani nationals were killed in Samjauta terrorism, pray how is Pakisan concerned with gujarat and ayodhya ? Does the author think Pakistanis were killed in Gujarat or  is India  ethnic-cleansing  muslims the way Pakistan has done over the last 63 years its minorities. In fact, the Samjauta case accused are behind bars and nobody has showered petals on them. Bjp has distanced itself and is hard-pressed not to give any impression that it supports such acts knowing the innate secular impulses of this society. Modi is trying to forge a path of reconciliation in gujarat not with a view to please Pakistan. It is the only way forward for India and he knows it.

The author places too much emphasis on the Pakisani army's midadventures and thereby has not sufficiently understood the root cause of Pakistan's decline, that of blind rage and hatred with roots in religious fanaticism with wide spread support in its society of which the Army is only a microcosm. And it is the same morally darkened forces that are active in Kashmir, who tasted victory when they massacred and drove away Pandits from the valley. If it is only a territorial dispute, the Indian leaders would have seen the value in settling it as the economic benefits doing so would far outweigh the burden of mollycoddling Kashmir, the origin of some rivers of Punjab notwithstanding.

Countries in europe have banned burka , disallowed minarets and public worship for much less. In a laughable dislay of paranoia, some states in USA have legislated banning Sharia , their entire muslim population is just a few thousands!.

In fact, India's behaviour is like that of somebody standing in the street and looking at a dog with rabies in the eye. It will be happy to rush indoors and lock behind. Alas it cannot. I am not being condescending here, for the happenings inside Pakistan and what they do to each other deserves no better description. See my previous post 'Know Thy Neighbour'.

Those who have mere 200+ years of history cannot advise ancient civilizations scarred and mutilated by repeated invasions and yet assimilated 'the other'  and now hold out as beacons of hope when much better placed societies run scarred of  'multiculturalism'.

“In courting India, American politicians, businesses, and media have seemed
blind and deaf to India’s imperfections and mute in calling India to account for
actions that do not coincide with global interests, including vis-à-vis Pakistan.” - my foot.

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