Saturday, 21 May 2011

Who wants an enemy when we have ministers and politicians like these!

I would have laughed out loud if it were not such a serious issue.

India, with great 'care', and after 'much due diligence' and with much fanfare hands over a list of 50 most wanted terrorists who are supposed to be hiding in Pakistan, to the Pakistan Government. Then cries hoarse that Pakistan is not doing anything about it.

Now, it has come to light that at least 2 in that list is in our own country, one running a shop in Mumbai and other, hold your breath, already behind the bars, arrested by the very same agency that prepared the list !!

Pakistan has always pooh poohed our dossiers, claiming they are figments of imagination. Now, they dont even have to be defensive about it. Everytime we open our mouth on the wanted criminals being sheltered in Pakistan, they will ask us, with s snigger, to look in our own backyards.

The tragedy is that no one at the Home Ministry or External Affairs ministry feels he is responsible for this. This is being passed off as an insignificant issue. Well, the nation losing its moral advantage over Pakistan and losing face internationally is indeed insignificant for our Congressmen.

The other joke is that while the number 1 in the list is Dawood Ibrahim, his brother, a noted don, is merrily roaming around in Mumbai, as witnessed by him being shot at by other gang members recently. Surely, we can arrest him and send him to Tihar jail?

The role of Indians in the 26/11 mumbai attack was never investigated thoroughly. We are adopting an ostrich liky policy to terrorism. Blaming Pakistan is easy, but we do have home grown terror cells. Kerala is the breeding ground for many such. But there the Congress is in power with the Muslim League, which harbours many of these criminals.

God help our country from our own people.

Who wants an enemy when we have ministers and politicians like the UPA, Congress and Muslim League Ministers?

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