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||Yet another blow!



What's more sad than the Naxalites attacking the (stupid! Yes, I wouldn't change my mind about that whatever you say.) politicians, is the ignorance people, especially the youth in our state have for such incidents. Simply mourning for the loss of lives doesn't mean you've served your purpose. Try getting a little deeper into the matter rather than just skimming through the facts on the surface. Yes, there can never be any crime worse than taking lives, innocent or otherwise. But they're extremists! That's what they do. Trying to prove your own worth against the threats, was that what Congress was trying to do? They say they had been provided with minimal security. Well then, if you KNEW that, why would you do something as such? Yes, they're the biggest internal threat to the country but being proud brats wouldn't solve that problem, would it? I mean, for heaven's sake, the very person who started the very popular, AND criticised, 'Salwa Judoom' or the Anti-Naxal movement, was travelling with them. What did you expect, the extremists to bow at his feet!? People need to grow up and realise it was a self proclaimed death trap! To fight this threat, you need to stay ALIVE and not just walk blindly into their threats!

The highest order Congress officials have flown in to Raipur to mourn and protest against this incident. I don't get why! I mean when you were foolish enough to ignore what they were planning on doing why try and be a part of the aftermath? Was the 'Parivartan Yatra' as they call it so much more important than their own lives? There are all sorts of rumours flying around about how this could be an act of some political group or personality. I don't believe any of that because the main belief system of the Naxals lies in the very fact that they do not trust politicians, they believe them to be corrupt and they don't want them anywhere near their territory. And even if they did, it would be for their own sake rather than some politico's. Also it does not dim the very seriousness of the issue.

The media has been showing pictures and footage from the incident labelling them as 'Dardnaak Tasveerein', 'Vichalit kar sakti hain' and showing messages like the viewers should not get agitated and do something stupid. Well isn't it too late for that? I mean apart from declaring a 'bandh' on a Sunday (Tell me about it!). I believe our country has seen too many 'bandhs' for its own good. Its time for India to wake up and not lay in slumber. The terror is clearly visible on the faces of the witnesses. But sadly, these incidents are like mere earthquakes. Yes, I used the word 'mere' deliberately, because such incidents just move our nation temporarily and after a short span of scandals and 'ghotalas' and rehab measures, the country is back to its ignorant self.

There will always be a ruling party who will be blamed for lack of security providence. There will always be an opposition party who will be in tears and we will never figure out if they're real or just crocodile tears. There will always be sad and inhumane incidents being turned into political scenarios. And there will always be the 'junta' which, after the initial turbulence, will resume its 'Kumbhkaran' state. This will all change only on one condition. If we are disturbed not just by such major chaos but the minor issues at well. If we are alert in every moment we are awake. If we decide its our country and no body is allowed to bloody play with it or our emotions. And if we decide our lives are valuable enough to not defy threats, maybe neutralise them if feasible. Peace treaties have failed before and when our country hasn't ever considered any other option even for Pakistan (the country we always swear against!), these are the people in our own country. We cannot just give up on them, neither give in to their atrocities. Redemption, though seemingly impossible, MUST be attained to clean India of all the bloodshed.

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