Monday, 3 August 2026

Bankipur and Modi's doctrine: Why a known enemy may be better than an unknown one


Politics, like war, has a strange habit of surprising those who believe they have mastered it. Armies that have conquered continents have been defeated by weather, geography and timing. Political fortresses that stood for decades have collapsed in a single election. Bankipur has delivered one such reminder.

The victory of Prashant Kishor’s Jan Suraaj Party in the Bankipur by-election, ending the BJP’s three-decade hold over the constituency, is not merely the defeat of a candidate. It is the fall of a symbol. A seat controlled by the BJP since 1995, and one associated with the party’s national leadership after former MLA and BJP national president Nitin Nabin moved to the Rajya Sabha, has suddenly become the centre of a larger political debate.

The question is not simply why the BJP lost Bankipur. The bigger question is about the larger philosophy behind Narendra Modi’s politics: is the strongest strategist always the one who destroys every opponent, or the one who decides which opponent he wants to fight?

Modi’s politics has rarely resembled conventional electoral combat. It has been more like a long chess game where every move is planned several squares ahead. His supporters argue that he understands one of the oldest principles of strategy: a known enemy is often safer than an unknown one.

A familiar rival has a history, an ideology, a leadership structure and predictable weaknesses. A new force emerging from a political vacuum can suddenly alter the entire battlefield.

This idea has an old military parallel.

Tsar Nicholas I of Russia is credited with the famous phrase, “My two generals are January and February.” The remark, associated with the Crimean War period in 1855, referred to the harsh Russian winter acting as a natural defence against invading armies. Over time, the concept became known as “General Winter” — the personification of snow, ice and freezing temperatures as commanders capable of slowing, exhausting and destroying powerful armies.

Napoleon Bonaparte discovered this during his disastrous Russian campaign of 1812. More than a century later, Hitler’s mighty Wehrmacht faced the same reality in 1941 when the Russian winter stalled Operation Barbarossa and gave the Soviet Union time to regroup.

The lesson was clear: wars are not always won by eliminating the enemy directly. Sometimes victory comes from controlling the conditions in which the battle takes place.

This is the argument applied by Modi’s supporters to his political strategy. They say the Prime Minister has not always sought the complete destruction of every opponent. Instead, he has preferred a political landscape where rivals remain identifiable, manageable and familiar.

Maharashtra is often cited as an example. Despite the dramatic political upheavals within the Shiv Sena and the Nationalist Congress Party (NCP), their political identities survived in different forms. The argument is that a familiar adversary is preferable to an empty space that can be occupied by an entirely new force.

Political history shows why such calculations matter. When established political forces disappear, empty spaces do not remain vacant. The decline of Congress in Delhi created the opportunity for the Aam Aadmi Party. The weakening of the Left in West Bengal opened the door for the Trinamool Congress.

The Bankipur result, therefore, should not merely be read as the arrival of another challenger. From the perspective of Modi’s political philosophy, it represents a larger strategic calculation — controlling the nature of the battlefield.

The argument is that Modi does not necessarily want every opponent wiped out. A political battlefield without familiar rivals can become more dangerous because it allows unknown forces to emerge without history, baggage or predictable patterns.

That is where Prashant Kishor’s rise becomes significant.

Kishor is not an ordinary political newcomer. For years, he operated from behind the curtain, designing election strategies for parties and leaders across India. He studied voter behaviour, campaign psychology and political narratives from close quarters. He was the man who helped others win elections. Now, he has stepped into the arena himself — moving from the role of strategist to contestant.

For Modi’s supporters, the emergence of Kishor is not necessarily a contradiction of the strategy; it is part of the larger political chessboard. Their argument is that a known Kishor, whose methods and ambitions are visible, is preferable to an unknown force emerging suddenly from a vacuum.

The objective, they say, is not to eliminate every opponent but to ensure that the opponents on the battlefield are ones whose strengths, weaknesses and strategies are understood.

For critics, however, Bankipur raises uncomfortable questions. They argue that allowing political rivals to survive carries risks and that every new challenger begins as a small force before becoming a major player.

But supporters of Modi’s approach believe politics, like warfare, is about choosing the battlefield. A commander does not always seek the destruction of every enemy formation; sometimes he prefers to keep a known adversary in front because the alternative may be far more unpredictable.

In chess, a grandmaster sometimes sacrifices a piece to secure a greater advantage. But the finest players know exactly which pieces they are willing to keep on the board.

Bankipur may not be a political earthquake yet. But it has brought into sharp focus the central tenet of Modi’s politics: a known enemy is always preferable to an unknown one. Time will tell whether Bankipur validates that doctrine, or puts it to its first real test.

In democracy, however, there is one general who cannot be controlled, negotiated with or outmanoeuvred — the voter. And that general delivers the final verdict.

Tuesday, 17 June 2025

Bezubaan - Tere Liye

 



टूटी है, रूठी है...

फिर भी खामोशी में रौशनी झलकती है।

छू के गुज़री दर्द की लहर,

तू फिर भी सपना पलटता है।


आसमान भी रंग भूल गया,

फिर भी तूने राह चुनी,

जिसमें कांटे, जिसमें अंधियारा,

और ज़िद थी चलने की…


तेरे वादे, तेरे इरादे,

हर धड़कन में कहानी कह गए।

जो कह न सका दिल तेरा,

तेरी आँखों ने बयां कर गए…


बेज़ुबान था तू कब तक…

बेकसूर क्यों सह रहा?

तू ख़ुद से मिल, तू ख़ुद पे चल,

तेरा रास्ता… तू ही खुदा…


दुनिया सुनेगी…

तेरी कहानी, तेरे लिए…

बेज़ुबान… अब न तू रहे…



ख़्वाबों के टुकड़े, मुकम्मल तू करे,

तेरे हक़ को अब न कोई छीन ले।

छुप के जो आँसू पी गया था,

आज वो आसमान भी रो दे…


देखेगा तू अपनी उड़ान,

तोड़ के हर सीमाएं…

तेरा फ़ैसला… तेरा है,

छुपा हुआ जो सजदा है…


बेज़ुबान था तू कब तक…

बेकसूर क्यों सह रहा?

तूफ़ान से तू बातें कर,

तेरा जुनून… तेरी दुआ…


अब हर कोना…

सुनेगा तुझ में खुदा…

बेज़ुबान… अब न तू रहे…


ना तू रहे…

तेरे लिए…

तू कहे…

Wednesday, 1 January 2025

I Am But Time ...








With hopes piled high upon my head, I strain

I am but time, yet New Year they proclaim

Monday, 30 December 2024

Lost in Dread








My heart, it trembles, lost in dread,  

The skies, they roar and shake my head.  

A tear escapes, a soft release,  

From aching eyes that seek no peace.  

My heart, it trembles, lost in dread.  


In your warm hands, I place the dry,  

The leaves that fall as years drift by.  

Your touch restores what time has stilled,  

A barren branch with life refilled.  

My heart, it trembles, lost in dread.  


The skin you touched, I hide away,  

The heart you reached, I cannot say.  

Oh moon, your glow, so cold, so bright,  

It burns my soul through endless night.  

I clipped my wings to reach your height,  

But fell beneath your silver light.  


My heart, it trembles, lost in dread,  

The skies, they roar and shake my head.  

A tear escapes, a soft release,  

From aching eyes that seek no peace.  

My heart, it trembles, lost in dread.  

Monday, 16 December 2024

The Void











Since evening, sadness fills my eyes,

Once again, your absence intensifies.

Thursday, 12 December 2024

Asivant Hind









The first offering's made, let the ritual proceed,
Let the nation's flame rise and spread indeed.
When every heart is ablaze with fire divine,
The sins of Bharat will cease in time.

Behold the storm, how fierce it will grow,
How mighty the sword of Hind shall show.

Saturday, 23 November 2024

The Longing



Why does a man seek meaning in each thing?

Why in the air does he a fragrance bring?

We spoke of friendship, of respect so true,

But why does he bring enmity too?


A longing grows to have a love to claim,

Then turns away from hope, yet feels no shame.

In the vast expanse, he’s just a drop,

And yet in ignorance, he stands on top.


For every heart I sought, I sought again,

But why does he leave me, causing pain?

Wednesday, 20 November 2024

The Forgotten Alliance









As I watch Rahul Gandhi ramp up his crusade against Gautam Adani, I can’t help but marvel at the sheer audacity of it all. Here’s a man who relentlessly targets the Modi government over alleged crony capitalism, yet conveniently forgets that Adani’s meteoric rise began under Congress rule. Rahul Gandhi has mastered the art of selective amnesia—and perhaps he believes that a lie, repeated often enough, becomes the truth.


Let’s look at the facts. Adani’s business journey began during Rajiv Gandhi’s tenure as Prime Minister. It was Rajiv’s export-import policies that allowed Adani to set up his first export house. Fast forward to Manmohan Singh’s government, which saw Adani expanding internationally—investing billions in Australian ports, Indonesian railways, and power plants in Jharkhand. These deals weren’t struck under Modi’s watch; they were forged when the Congress held the reins at the Centre.


And let’s not forget the states. Who gave Adani land at 10 paise per square metre to set up Mundra Port? It wasn’t Modi; it was the Congress government in Gujarat when Chimanbhai Patel was Chief Minister. In recent years, Congress-ruled Rajasthan under Ashok Gehlot facilitated Adani’s investments worth ₹65,000 crore. Bhupesh Baghel’s government in Chhattisgarh handed over coal mining rights. Even Rahul’s allies like Mamata Banerjee, Stalin, and Hemant Soren have invited Adani to invest in their states.


Does Rahul Gandhi not see the irony in his accusations? On one hand, he calls Adani a symbol of crony capitalism. On the other, Congress governments and their allies continue to strike deals with the same man. Is this hypocrisy, or just bad theatre?


Rahul also loves to point fingers at Narendra Modi and Amit Shah, accusing them of favouring Adani. Yet, he conveniently ignores that Adani’s growth in sectors like ports, airports, and renewable energy didn’t happen overnight. Much of it started during Congress rule. The seaport in Kerala was greenlit by Oommen Chandy, solar plants were approved in Punjab and Tamil Nadu, and even Andhra Pradesh’s Jagan Mohan Reddy partnered with Adani for business parks.


It’s easy for Rahul Gandhi to blame others, but let’s not pretend he’s an outsider to this story. His own family’s government paved the way for Adani’s success. And can he explain why his brother-in-law, Robert Vadra, flew in Adani’s private jet in 2009? Or does he think nobody will notice these glaring contradictions?


Rahul’s contradictions are even more apparent within his party. Former Congress leader Manish Tewari tweeted recently, criticising how Rahul Gandhi has fallen under the influence of leftists and even “Chinese agents.” According to Tewari, these individuals have “brainwashed” Rahul into embracing a pseudo-socialist narrative that’s out of sync with the Congress' historic ethos. The Congress party, which once stood for liberalisation and economic progress, is now parroting anti-capitalist rhetoric.


I also find it amusing that Rahul Gandhi seems to be under the influence of leftist advisors who push him towards socialism. The Congress party once championed liberalisation and economic reforms—his father Rajiv Gandhi and later Manmohan Singh transformed India’s economy. Yet here he is, bashing capitalism and attacking industrialists like Adani, all while his party and its allies continue to do business with them.


Rahul’s obsession with freebies and guarantees is another example of his ideological confusion. His promises helped win Karnataka and Telangana, but at what cost? Karnataka is already struggling with a financial crisis, unable to fund its schemes. Telangana is headed the same way. This short-term populism isn’t just unsustainable; it’s reckless.


If Rahul truly believes Adani represents crony capitalism, then why hasn’t he told Congress-led states to cancel their deals with him? Why hasn’t he called out his allies for facilitating Adani’s projects? The truth is, his rhetoric is hollow. It’s a desperate attempt to attack Modi and distract from his party’s contradictions.


This isn’t just about Adani or Modi. It’s about a Congress party that has lost its ideological compass. Rahul Gandhi wants to position himself as a socialist hero, but his actions reveal a different story—one of hypocrisy, confusion, and political opportunism. If he wants to be taken seriously, he should start by cleaning his own house instead of throwing stones at others. Until then, his anti-Adani campaign is nothing more than political fraud.

Sunday, 17 November 2024

Death










Death, you are a poem, a song in the night,  

A whisper of peace when the soul takes its flight.  


In the quiet of breaths, your presence is near,  

A message long lost, but I hold it so dear.  


Between day and night, a calm we will find,  

Where light seeks the dark, and peace fills the mind.  


When the body is gone, and the soul is set free,  

You are the horizon, where I long to be.  


You’ve made me a promise, in whispers so deep,  

I’ll meet you there, where the silence will keep.

Maut

 







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मौत तू एक कविता है, सुकूँ का पैग़ाम है  

हर दर्द की आखिरी हद पे तेरा सलाम है  


साँसों की ख़ामोशी में छुपा है तेरा असर  

जैसे हर धड़कन का, एक खोया पैग़ाम है  


दिन रात के दरमियाँ, इक ठहराव सा हो  

उजाले में ढूँढते, अँधेरे का मुक़ाम है  


रूह का सफ़र जब जिस्म से जुदा हो जाए  

तू सुकूँ के शहर का, मुक़म्मल आयाम है  


मुझसे तूने किया है, ख़ामोश वादा कोई  

मिलूँगा तुझसे वहीं, जहाँ तेरा क़याम है

Thursday, 14 November 2024

The Abyss









Your heart and mine, both restless here,

Waves drift us close, yet hold us near.  


Lost in the night, we roam unknown,

In dreams, our hearts are still alone.  


Fate has cast our boats astray,

No shores, just endless waves at bay.  


The sea’s in breath, the heart’s in smoke,

Lightning falls, yet words stay broke.  


Our souls are drenched, powerless we stay,

Bound to sink in this deep, endless bay.  


Let all that's swept away be free,

And lose ourselves beneath this sea.  


Where shores dissolve, there we reside,

In depths where love and worlds collide. 

Friday, 25 October 2024

Fleeting Permanence
















Pages of an open book keep turning by,  
Whether the breeze blows or the days drift by.  
Embrace each moment as it softly flows,  
For life, like a story, endlessly grows.

Whispers of the Unheard


In the quiet corners of our hearts,

Where whispered dreams and longing starts,  

We yearned for words, a gentle call,  

Yet silence wrapped us, like a shawl.  


You wished for echoes of our names,  

I clung to hope, igniting flames,  

But now the lips, though soft and fair,  

Murmur secrets lost in air.  


The nights are long, the stars are dim,  

Our stories fade, our chances slim,  

Yet still, your name, a ghostly sound,  

Haunts the silence all around.  


Cracks appear where laughter thrived,  

In the spaces where we once contrived,  

To bridge the gaps, to mend the seams,  

But shadows linger, blocking dreams.  


So here we stand, both lost and found,  

In the echoes of a love profound,  

With every breath, a silent plea,  

For words unspoken, set us free.  


Sunday, 20 October 2024

कोशिश कर ...



कोशिश कर फिर से, एक रंग भर,

कभी देख, कैसे ये नया लगेगा।

छोटी-छोटी यादों के सफर में,

हर मोड़ पर, एक नया सिरे से बनेगा।

फिर से गुज़ारिश कर, बुन ले खुद को,

कभी हंसते हुए, कभी आंसू में ढलेगा।

किसी शाम के साए में, खो जायेगा,

फिर से यही राग, एक नई गूंज में चलेगा।

The Search



In shadows deep where memories fade,
I search for dreams that time betrayed.

तलाश


गहरे साये में यादें मिटें, मैं ख़्वाबों की तलाश करता हूँ।

वक़्त ने जिनको बेवफ़ा किया, उन ख्वाबों को ढूंढता हूँ।

Monday, 7 October 2024

Happy Birthday!











Let laughter flow, and with it, let wrinkles come,

For they are not signs of age, but of life lived.

Each moment, a ripple in the vast ocean,

Each wrinkle, a mark of your dance with time.


On this day, celebrate not the passing years,

But the eternal now, the unfolding present.

Life’s sweet moments are but whispers of truth,

Fleeting yet infinite, like the breath you take.


Let joy arise, not from desire or chase,

But from the deep silence within your being.

In this moment, you are timeless, whole,

Bathed in the light of existence itself.

Sunday, 15 October 2017

Vasl - The Union

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Vasl - The Union

By nCr

कलम मे जैसे लहू दर्द-इ-शाना हो गया 
उसे देखे हुए ज़माना हो गया 

बिखेरते जा रहा है चमन तक रोशनी बेशुमार 
चाँद शायद सफर पर रवाना हो गया 

हमे तो खैर जलना ही था कभी न कभी 
इश्क़-इ-ताब  का लौ बहाना हो गया 

फ़ज़ा-ऐ-गम मे उसकी बिसात ही क्या थी 
तिरछी नज़रों का निशाना हो गया 

दो चार शेर हमने भी क्या लिख दिए" रौफ"  
छोटे से इश्क़ का फ़साना हो गया 


Vasl - The Union 

By nCr

Kalam mein jaise lahoo dard-e-shaana ho gaya
Usey dekhe huye zamana ho gaya 

Bikherte jaa raha hai chaman takk roshni beshumar
Chand shayad safar par ravaanaa ho gaya 

Humey toh khair jalana hi tha kabhi na kabhi
Ishq-e-taab ka lau bahaanaa ho gaya 

Faza-e-gam mein uski bisaat hi kya thi
Tirrchi nazaro ka nishana ho gaya

Do chaar sher humney bhi kya likh diye Rauf
Chote sey ishq ka fasaanaa ho gaya



Meanings

Lahoo - Red Ink

Dard-e-Shaana - Shoulder Pain

Taab - Heat

Bisaat - Capacity

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

Gumshuda Chand - The Lost Moon

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गुमशुदा चाँद

By nCr

तलाश है इक गुमशुदा की
खिला खिला रंग दूधिया अंग
भीगती थी लटें अक्सर
रहते थे सीली बादल उस पर
मेरी पड़ोसन थी, हमसफ़र थी ...

धुंधलाने लग गए है नज़राने दूर तक
नज़र से रौशनी मिटने लगी है
दिलासे देकर
कभी कभी दरख्वास्त करता था
पर अपने ज़ीद पे अड़ी थी वह
छूट गयी है कलाई गिरफ्त से उसकी
जहाँ के किस कोने में खो चुकी है वह ...


तलाश है दूधिया चाँद की
तलाश है मुझको  गुमशुदा की!!!



The Lost Moon

By nCr

Talash hai ik gumshuda ki
Khila khila rang dudhiya ang
Bheegti thee latein paani mein aksar
Rehte they seeli badal us par
Meri padosan thee, humsafar thee ...

Dhundhlane lag gaye hai nazraane door takk
Nazar sey roshni ki andhi mitne lagi hai
Dilasey de kar
Kabhi kabhi darkhwast karta thaa
Par apne zidd se adi thee woh
Chut gayi hai kalai giraft se uski
Jahan key kiss kone mein kho chiki hai woh

Talash hai dhudhiya chandni ki
Talash hai mujhko gumshuda ki!!!



Saturday, 16 September 2017

Memories ...



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By nCr
When I broomed the leaves of my book today
Billowed in the air was your dusty memories
You couldn't have stopped sneezing either, Love!!!