battle hymn of the hindu republic
Nothing makes me more patriotic for The Republic than seeing low-signal shitslops cry about how their hometown is no longer the quiet hobbit shithole without running water it used to be.
Your petty family businesses will be replaced by a corporate megapolis. Your ancestral home will be torn down and replaced with 1000-story skyscrapers. We will raze your serene mountains and run trains through them.
You will eat Idli-dosa with paneer, pay obeisance to Śivājī and say Jai Śrī Rām, dance to Punjabi lyrics about kuḍi and munḍa, speak Hindi and English, clean the gutkha, say “Tamil is the oldest language”, and you will LIKE it.
Your kulchur, history, jaat, petty kings are ephemeral specks of dust in the history of this nation restricted to 2 acre zameen and 2 centuries of time.
The Republic, Hinduism, Capitalism—these are eternal.
Get on that direct train, or be crushed underneath it. COPE AND SEETHE.