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Neither. I Am Just One Who Has Woken Up While The Rest Of You Are Still Sleeping.

Iqbal, That Great Poet, Was So Right. The Moment You Recognize What Is Beautiful In This World, You Stop Being A Slave. To Hell With The Naxals And Their Guns Shipped From China. If You Taught Every Poor Boy How To Paint, That Would Be The End Of The Rich In India.

I Had Grown Up In A Privileged, Upper-caste Hindu Community; And Because My Father Worked For A Catholic Hospital, We Lived In A Prosperous Christian Neighborhood.

The Book Of Your Revolution Sits In The Pit Of Your Belly, Young Indian. Crap It Out, And Read. Instead Of Which, They're All Sitting In Front Of Color Tvs And Watching Cricket And Shampoo Advertisements.

What Keeps India Safe Really Is The Heroism Of Millions Of Poor Indians Who Every Day Reject The Allure Of Terrorism. What Keeps India Safe Is Just The Courage Of Poor Indians, Not The Actions Of Its Government.