But back we are now to ancient glory; So let history yield to a fabled story,
Shaming pedestrian fact and pariah Reason, inaugurating a wondrous,
A magical, a nationalist season
BADRI RAINA
Seven thousand years before they
Could properly light a spark
With stones, we had aeroplanes.
The crafts flew invisible-spiritual,
Carrying realized rishis across
Galaxies, leaving neither body
Nor wreck in sight, only emanations;
Alas, that in modern times that ancient
Marvel came to be sold as Star Trek,
Wherein conjured imitations fly
To fake stations and false destinations.
Woe that soon after, five thousand
Years ago, we had a loss of brains;
The Congress Party came to power,
And lost us all our timeless gains.
One after the other, invaders rode
Across our sanaatan land, and
We had no planes left to fight
Off the horde. Did I hear you say
That there was no Congress Party
Till 1885? Well, there you again,
Distorting history to suit the leftist brain.
The fact is that five thousand years ago,
Nehru compromised our nuclear
Stockpiles with pompous call
To non-alignment and non-proliferation.
Thus, when the bearded marauders
With drawn scimitars descended upon
Our plains, we had no bombs left
To exterminate their generation.
Thus is the Congress guilty not just
Of enslaving us but importing untouchability.
The Internationalist Nehru did one
Other heinous thing: in his noblesse
Of vision, he palmed off Pythagoras
To the primitive Greeks, leaving Bharat
Bereft of mathematics for thousands
Of weeks, till our Saffron Science
Went into huddle, and brought back
The planes, the Pi, the Pythagoras,
The nuclear know-how back into
Currency out of the Congress muddle.
If you look closely with transcendent eye,
You may see the Wright brothers
Craning their necks askance at the Saffron
Congress, acknowledging how their
1903 feat was rottenly filched from
Vedic texts, and how in fact, they
Had been incarnations of two
Eight thousand year old Brahmin saints,
Carrying in their genes secrets
Pertaining to engines and aeroplanes.
But back we are now to ancient glory;
So let history yield to a fabled story,
Shaming pedestrian fact and pariah
Reason, inaugurating a wondrous,
A magical, a nationalist season.
