My pranam to the valiant Bharatiya warriors—those lions in uniform who neither forgive nor forget the evil that threatens the sacred soil of Bharat. They are not mere soldiers; they are Karmayogis in fatigues—executors of justice who serve as instruments of divine retribution. Their mission is crystal clear: Punish the wicked, protect the innocent, and uphold the dharma of the land.
Let no one be under the illusion that war is glorious. Ask any true soldier, and he will tell you—war is hell. Its aftermath haunts even the victors. The soldier weeps silently—for fallen comrades, for lost youth, for innocent blood. When Shri Krishna went to Hastinapur with the olive branch of peace, it was rejected by the arrogance of Duryodhana and his blood-drunk gang. And thus Kurukshetra became inevitable. Even then, the Pandavas—despite having full justification to wage war—mourned every death, every pyre.
But today, in contrast, we deal not with warriors but with twisted minds—fanatics raised on the venom of jihad, not jñana (knowledge). Pakistan, with its toxic mix of radical Islamism and military arrogance, has become a global case study in self-destruction.
As one ex-army general of Pakistan, Major General (Retd.) once bitterly said in an off-camera recording:
“Hamari fauj Bharat se nahi ladh rahi, ham apne hi mulk ko barbaad kar rahe hain. Bharat ko hum har baar gaali dete hain, lekin unhone apne logon ko roti, shiksha aur izzat di. Humne kya diya? Lashkar, madrase, aur kabristan.”
(“Our army is not fighting India—we are destroying our own country. Every time we curse India, but they have given their people food, education, and dignity. What have we given? Militias, madrassas, and graveyards.”)
This is the truth Pakistan refuses to confront.
They hate Bharat not because of injustice—but because Bharat stands tall without bowing to their religious fascism. They cheer martyrdom like a sport, while Bharat honors sacrifice with silence and resolve.
Zulfikar Ali Bhutto had boasted, “We will eat grass, but build the nuclear bomb.” Indeed, they now eat grass—not metaphorically, but literally. Their currency is in free fall, their people beg for flour, and yet, their generals fatten themselves in palatial cantonments. His daughter, who carried the same fire of hatred, was silenced by the very monsters her party fed. Her blood stains the same soil she failed to cleanse.
And yet the delusion persists. The grandson now recites the same blood-soaked slogans. This generational hate is not political—it is pathological.
Pakistan thrives not on progress but on anti-Bharat obsession. It’s a nation caught in a death spiral, held hostage by its own army, radicals, and clerics. Until their people awaken, they will continue bleeding themselves dry for a cause that even their god wouldn’t recognize.
Let Bharat strike—not just across borders, but through minds.
Let our good wishes be as sharp as our missiles
Let our strikes be both kinetic and cognitive.
“Sarve janaaḥ sukhino bhavantu” ( let every one be happy) is not just a prayer—it is a mission.
And until then—भारत प्रहार करेगा.
– Govinda Das (ISKCON Member)
