Posted on 06/27/2002 8:53:39 PM PDT by BlackIce
Once upon a time there lived a small boy. Born of Muslim parents in undivided India he grew up to see and experience the turmoil of migration. He saw the bloody partition of a country. He also saw the birth of his present homeland. But in those four years that he lived in an old haveli in Delhi he drank in information of a lifetime. He saw things that no four year old should perhaps have seen. He witnessed what no toddler should perhaps have ever been witness to. He heard that, which would have singed the ears of hardened grown ups. Yet he survived and made it to the city of Karachi. As he grew up and was taught from freshly written history books he formed opinions. He was taught that invaders from the west were valiant warriors. He was taught that the religion he practised was meant to rule over mankind. He was taught that the country from where he and his parents had fled was a land of pagans and cowards. A land that had not allowed him to live in peace, hence a land on whom he had to extract revenge for a lifelong worth of humiliation. So he joined the Pakistani army. With hatred in his heart and just one conviction in mind. He had to do unto the land of his forefathers, what he deeemed its current inhabitants had done to his family.
As he moved up the ladder he saw his employers losing one battle after the other. In the very first year of his joining in 1965, a humiliating defeat was handed to the Pakistani army by the Indians. The young man, nursed the defeat in his heart. He decided to bide his time. His opportunity would come. He worked hard and was promoted at regular intervals. He was then assigned to the Special Services Group. Then in 1971 another war happened. This time the enemy split his motherland into two. He raged and he fumed. He did not sleep for days. He wowed to avenge this lasting insult. How could he, the descendant of the great Mughal rulers accept such a defeat. But he was a small fry. However hard he wanted he could do nothing. So he nursed his mental wounds. Fanning them every once in a while to remind him of his real objective. He trained hard and he rose fast. In 1980 came a huge opportunity. As the Soviets occupied Afghanistan, the Americans pumped money into the Pakistani army to fight this proxy war. This was where he learnt the term - proxy war. He understood it so well, he made a mental bookmark to later jump to in life. Its lessons were unforgettable. He helped setup the Taliban. He made friends deep in its power structure. He made friends also with a young bearded and millionaire upstart from Saudi Arabia. Though their ideologies were different, the young man knew they would prove to be useful to each other.
He continued to plot in his head for that all consuming revenge that would one day come and be adorned in his crown of glory. As Pakistan cooled off towards America in the late 80s, it turned its attention back towards India. The job of its army was always to spread mischief around its neighbouring countries, especially India. To defend oneself meant to create trouble for others seemed to be its motto. And to fulfill such an objective was formed the ISI division of Kashmir insurgency. This not-so-young-anymore man from Delhi was assigned to it. He developed deep bonds with Kashmiri separatists. He was soon considered to be an expert in mountain warfare. And then sometime during this Siachen happened. In an audacious move the Indian troops went and occupied the glacier heights so that the surrounding areas could be monitored and controlled. Once again this man's heart bled. The humiliations of the past were rekindled. The desire to take revenge burned once again, stronger and brighter.
His chance was not to come for another ten years. By then he had successfully built up a whole insurgency movement from the PoK side of the Line of Control. In 1999, as his own and India's prime ministers finished meeting in Lahore over a historic accord, Pakistani troops went and occupied Kargil. Hoping to reverse all the humiliations of the past years. The defeats of 1965, 1971 and the occupation of Siachen, were still fresh in his mind. But once again, due to international pressure and what he accorded to be his own prime minister's weakness, he had to beat a hasty retreat from Kargil. But by now he was a powerful man with his employers. He was ambitious too.
Pakistan was a thief nuclear power and there was no better time to teach India a lesson than now. But before that the weakling PM had to go. And go he did. Effecting a successful coup from inside a plane and he proclaimed himself the leader of a fractured nation. All his friends rejoiced. His old friend from the Afghanistan war days sent a message of congratulations. His Taliban contacts rejoiced over his new found status. They were finally going to humble the enemy. They were going to bring back the glory days of yore. Except they understimated the reaction of the West to the carnage of 9/11. But the General/President was clear. He would let no one stand between him and his agenda of bringing to knee the Indian elephant. Thus he betrayed the Taliban. He betrayed his bearded friend too. He appeared to join in the global war of terrorism. All he wanted was the head of the enemy, for what can be more honorable than that, in this case Kashmir.
Think about all the utterances of the General in the press these past couple of years. He always talks about being allowed to live in honour and dignity. He talks about the humiliation and lack of respect shown to him by India. How they treat him and his country as dirt. Aren't these the utterings of a madman? More than anything else, Musharraf needs a psych consult, just as much as the nation he heads needs one. The ease with which they seem to talk about using nuclear weapons, the hatred they seem to radiate for all things Indian. The extent to which they will go to betray anyone to get even with India is surely insane. This general needs to be taken out NOW, before he takes everyone with him down a radioactived path
LOL!
It's so hateful and biased it's funny.
If it wasn't too humorous to be taken seriously, it wouldn't be worth keeping here as an example of sophomoric propaganda.
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