[IAF] All that is Bharat; Is Not Matta

Day 1,466, 10:32 • Published in Pakistan Pakistan • by Policy

Wisdom quote:
Policy: Iain Keers, please sum up the Indian economy; preferably in one word.
Iain_Keers: Shit.

Moving on.









The little Indian child grew up wanting to like his father, a major in the Indian Army. The child adourned the wall's of his room with posters of various Indian greats, from Amitah Bachan to Shahrukh Khan; all the good stuff from late-night Bollywood "moving pictures", as I believe they're refereed to in the cursed land.

The child slowly, grew into a son with a particular liking for fast cars, suits; and weaponry. A good life, full of many luxuraries; until one day, the conscription man came knocking. The man's eyes lit up, as he was finally, going to the front line - with his father, a place of many heroic deeds witnessed; where "moving block busters" such a "LoC" where crowned, yet shunned by the international community for "bullshit" (a Chinese plot, he had been told - to hold back INDIAN GREATNESS).

The time came, he stood on the front line - the borders of the Rajasthan Desert and the green Punjab, a frown on his face as he thought:

"Surely, Pakistan is the desert? Or so I was told?"

And then, it happened. The legions of Indians, the millions; descended greedily upon the pure land in their sights - Pakistan. Nothing could be seen, for miles. The son turned to his father in glee, as his father smiled back - the sadness in the father's eyes confusing the child.

And from the ashes..rose The Pakistani; his body a temple of the art of war, his sword sharpened - a primitive sight from afar; versus the tanks, bombers and destroyers of the Indian Army.



But they stopped, they fell; as the smell of self-urination filled the air. The thunders of the mighty tanks, the SAM's and the MiG's flying high, could be heard.

The battlefield was clouted with dust, the sky dark with nuclear fallout. The son lay on the ground, looking at his dying father - fear in his eyes as the father uttered the words:

"The Pakistani.."

A swish in the air, as the sword of The Pakistani cut through the air; landing squarely at the shoulder of the child, as the sai😛

"-..Is The True Warrior"

The son begging for his life, lying through his teeth as he begged without dignity; cursing his homeland, his ancestry, leaders and Shahrukh Khan. The Pakistani just smiled, as his voice thundered through the seven seas and across earth's tapestry of lan😛

"You may go; but take this warning as your final. The Pakistani, is not a warrior. You may not find a word, to describe The Pakistani's purpose of existence; his purity. But take these words with you; one man, may crush your entire legions, but still have the mercy to spare a coward".



In conclusion, my friends; the Indian legions shall poke away at you from afar, and seize their oppurtunity when we may be down. But remember this, The Pakistani's spirit is one; and together..the armies of the world can be brought down. Have hope 🙂