Anonymous
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10/20/2025, 3:38:30 PM
No.519362816
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>>519362964
>>519363008
>>519363122
>>519363244
>>519363356
>>519363948
10/20/2025, 3:38:30 PM
No.519362816
[Report]
>>519362964
>>519363008
>>519363122
>>519363244
>>519363356
>>519363948
To my fellow Indians of /pol/
My brothers and sisters,
we stand at a crossroads in history.
The world looks at us and too often, they laugh.
They see corruption, division, and weakness where once there was wisdom, courage, and strength.
They see a people distracted by comfort, chasing imitation over innovation, forgetting who we are.
But I say this to you: we were not born to be anyone’s punchline.
We are the descendants of builders, philosophers, warriors, and poets; a civilization that taught the world numbers, medicine, and meaning.
We are the blood of Ashoka and Shivaji, of Rani Laxmibai and Bhagat Singh.
Our ancestors bent steel with their hands and conquered empires with their minds.
So what happened?
We stopped demanding greatness from ourselves.
We let politics divide us, and comfort weaken us.
We traded integrity for convenience, and pride for validation.
And that, that is why we are mocked.
But mockery is nothing new to great people.
Every revolution begins with ridicule.
Every awakening begins with the courage to say, “No more.”
No more corruption disguised as culture.
No more mediocrity mistaken for peace.
No more waiting for someone else to fix what we ourselves broke.
The time has come for a new Indian consciousness — not one of blind nationalism, but of righteous self-respect.
A consciousness that refuses to bow, refuses to imitate, refuses to forget.
Because when India remembers who she is, the world will remember too.
So rise up — not with hate, but with purpose.
Not to prove the West wrong, but to prove our ancestors right.
We come from greatness.
And by the fire in our spirit, we will return to it.
we stand at a crossroads in history.
The world looks at us and too often, they laugh.
They see corruption, division, and weakness where once there was wisdom, courage, and strength.
They see a people distracted by comfort, chasing imitation over innovation, forgetting who we are.
But I say this to you: we were not born to be anyone’s punchline.
We are the descendants of builders, philosophers, warriors, and poets; a civilization that taught the world numbers, medicine, and meaning.
We are the blood of Ashoka and Shivaji, of Rani Laxmibai and Bhagat Singh.
Our ancestors bent steel with their hands and conquered empires with their minds.
So what happened?
We stopped demanding greatness from ourselves.
We let politics divide us, and comfort weaken us.
We traded integrity for convenience, and pride for validation.
And that, that is why we are mocked.
But mockery is nothing new to great people.
Every revolution begins with ridicule.
Every awakening begins with the courage to say, “No more.”
No more corruption disguised as culture.
No more mediocrity mistaken for peace.
No more waiting for someone else to fix what we ourselves broke.
The time has come for a new Indian consciousness — not one of blind nationalism, but of righteous self-respect.
A consciousness that refuses to bow, refuses to imitate, refuses to forget.
Because when India remembers who she is, the world will remember too.
So rise up — not with hate, but with purpose.
Not to prove the West wrong, but to prove our ancestors right.
We come from greatness.
And by the fire in our spirit, we will return to it.
