Monday 5 January 2009

Oh! for a real Chanakya as our ruler

Indian's preach tolerance and ahimsa as a way of life, forgetting the fact that the scriptures always held that the enemy has to be annihilated. The base krithi of hinduism 'Devi Mahatmyam' speaks of Devi in Satvic, Rajassic and Tamassic forms protecting the innocent by taking the Asuras head on and killing them. In Bhagavat Gita, Krishna says that 'whenever there is "dharmachyuthi", he will return to protect the innocent'. I had written in an earlier post that Gandhiji adopted Ahimsa because we were then without arms and it was the ideal weapon against the British. Had it been Hitler and Germany or Stalin and Russia, Gandhiji would never have advocated Ahimsa, for it would not have worked. There has to be horses for courses.

Once upon a time, on the banks of river Ganges, stood the city of Pataliputra, where lived a brahmin. He was humiliated by the then kings, Nandas, while sitting down for food. He took a vow to destroy the Nandas. Then one hot afternoon he was walking in haste. In his hurried walk, he stumbled on a stump of grass (Dharba reed which can be sharp) and was about to fall. He became very angry. The roots of that type of grass go deep into the earth. But he was undeterred. He wrath would brook no opposition. He sat down right there in that burning sun, removed that grass and the ones around that to their roots from the earth, and then resumed his journey. A young man was watching all this. He was impressed by the tenacity and the sense of purpose of the brahmin. The young man went up to the Brahmin and seeked his help to achieve his objective. The rest, as they say, is history. The young man was Chandragupta and the brahmin, later went on to become the renowned Chanakya.

Our politicians are quite fond of calling themselves the modern Chanakya, without an iota of his qualities. It will be worthwhile for them to understand Chanakya and his terrific qualities. Then and only then, shall we able to weed out the terrorism, that is a blot on our country.

Oh! for a real Chanakya as our ruler.

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