Terrorist: The most misused word

Terrorist: Today the people of our country have miserably failed to use this word appropriately. For them, anyone who stands against the government highlights the certain ill-deeds going on in their country is a terrorist.

People have stopped understanding the difference between a Revolutionist and a Terrorist. 

They are the exact same people who idolize Shaheed Bhagat Singh; And then, sideline the fact that he gave away his life for his motherland; not for some bunch of politicians.



Let’s get this straight, fighting for their rights doesn’t make them terrorists. Opposing the government doesn’t make them one. Not loving politicians and leaders won’t make them one. As a citizen of this nation, the constitution gives them the right to do fight for their rights, to stand up for themselves. 

India couldn't have achieved freedom; if there wasn't the fire the blood of our shaheeds for Revolution: INQUILAAB. A Revolutionist can never be a Terrorist, he is the well-wisher of the country and its people. For he knows, a country is from it’s people; not politicians or Richie richs.

There is a basic thing that we need to understand, “You can love your nation, without loving it’s government.”



Blindfoldedly loving government, and defending whatever they do won't prove your Nationalism. There is a difference between nationalism and hero-worshiping. Defending your favourite politicians, Labelling everyone who stands for their rights against government as Terrorists is for sure not a road of patriotism. Just singing national anthems, patriotic songs, celebrating national festivals won't make you a nationalist.  But what will is standing by it's citizens firmly in their fights, supporting the right no matter if it's against the government, by abiding by the laws.


 "NO COUNTRY CAN DEVELOP UNTIL ITS CITIZENS START QUESTIONING THE GOVERNMENT."



 

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