Never Forget

Indians are dead and humans.
The untold bravery of the mothers and fathers who died vainly shielding their children and the orphaned children.
The torture marks on innocent people that made hardened forensics men baulk at the sight.
The announcer at VT who, under fire, continued to guide people away from the danger zones.
The people who are our enemies, the people who have aided our enemies, giving them food and shelter.
The policemen and commandoes, named and unnamed, who have laid down their lives serving us.
Those who were sleeping on their watch, intent on regulating dance girls in preference to terrorists and those who promptly arrived to have and to eat political cake made from the spilt blood of humanity.
Our friends like the South African commandoes who saved a hundred lives when it wasnt even their damn job to.
The promises made to us by our leaders and by the leaders of our enemies.
The staff in the hotels who, in the highest Indian traditions, did not leave the side of their guests even at the cost of their own lives.
The enemies besetting us from all sides outside and from the inside - Pakistani military, naxalite revolutionary, Chinese hegemony, Islamic jehadi, Bangladeshi , Hindutvawadi.
The men who never send their children to the military and then call them dogs - the fathers who do.
The official you bribed ten years ago- he probably was promoted and was bribed by a terrorist today.
Importantly - the promises you have made to yourself this last year to defend this country, and perhaps - to vote.