Captivating Smokescreen: My Perspective As A Sikh

Decades ago, a family friend gave me a birthday gift, a beautifully painted doll, made out of wood. I soon found out that it was, in fact, three dolls packed as one! Wow! As a young child, it was no less than a magic for me. My friends and I could play with the same toy at once, without squabbling. How many imaginary scenarios did we create around the three dolls- Mamma doll, daughter doll, and son doll… Ahh…wonderful times.
And then I saw the dolls again after a long time, on tele featuring antiques. Memories flooded back, but all those innocent and happy plots of a child’s mind had changed into serious philosophic reflection.
Most philosophies expound a message in symbolic forms. And as an adult, I could relate the toy to reflect many smoke screens and disguises our vision is constantly tested against in the environment we live in. Seldom do appearances match reality.
Childhood is such a bliss in its innocence and simplicity.  
The nest of dolls called Matryoshka carries a symbolic meaning, presenting the eldest of the family or the mother carrying the young family inside her, or under her care. A fine specimen of congeniality and compassion. Even as children, we knew the biggest doll had to be the mother doll.
Thus, the stacking dolls represent a picture of a unified family with mutual love for one another. Sometimes this unity has also been interpreted as a collaboration of body, mind and soul by thinkers. There can be so many dimensions to the symbol of Matryoshka, since the mind generates diverse thoughts.
Hence, an antithetical version of Matryoshka also exists in the market, in the form of a cheap replica.
Sadly, many corrupted and sub-standard Matryoshka models have also infiltrated the current global market of socio-religious-politics. Most of the products sold in this bazaar are counterfeit and unregulated, requiring an urgent recall.
I know which of the two versions symbolises my beliefs, and I shall leave the individual decision to the consumer readers.
To elucidate the subject matter, let me reflect on a particularly corrupt socio-political-religious model.
The archetype model of Indian polity is a prime example of international subterfuge, selling a product made out of infested timber, symbolically.
The massive Hindutavi mother-doll is painted colourfully, representing a strong diversity and beautiful democracy. It has been the most insidious cunning, working at its full potential in recent history.
Inside the mother of deception hides another doll wearing every shade of cloyingness. It is a captivating toy for an innocent child and a glittering attraction for an ignorant adult. Captivated planet sees all the glitter as gold!
‘Oh, World, thou art so gullible. ’
So, ill-informed people believe in its myth, and others are simply seduced by its deviousness. Others remain indifferent to the heat of the distant fire.
The buyers have been paying for a sub-standard product at a great bargain. In reality, the supplier has been infiltrating your homes, nations, and taking a prime place on top of the mantelpiece.
Hindutavi regimes have been collecting profits with both hands from selling hoodwinkery for decades.
But only recently, when a hand caught a splinter from the rough wood of Mother Hindutavi doll, a wince was invoked.
Then, the World sluggishly began to remove the outer cover to look deeper into the dark womb of the mother-doll.
The colours stained the hand that touched the toy. All shades bled into one another to create a mess. The beautifully painted smile and wide eyes of the doll began to look like one big smear and smudge. The world is beginning to be disappointed.   
The plot only thickens. There’s yet a third baby doll inside the older sibling. The smallest model is the most lethal specimen in the fake market. Not only cheap and volatile, but it is also divulged that the paint used is also toxic for humans. This is the most vicious part of the con hidden deep inside the belly of hoodwinkery.
The world is beginning to get stirred now. 
I’ve already written at length about transnational repression operations conducted by Indian agencies on foreign soils, mainly to kill Sikhs who are fighting back to free themselves from the clutches of the killer doll. This has been allowed to go on for decades by the global polity, since fire that burns someone else’s house is just a bright light, until it spreads to your own doorstep. But now the heat is getting closer to disturbing the Law and Order equilibrium in other global states too. Indian agencies have been exporting gangs to extort, kill, and terrorise. So, the alarm has gone off to open the eyes of the nested community of humanity, beyond the borders.
The world is yawning and stretching, but hopefully, it will wake up fully and act before it is too late.
We become truly global when we ‘See, act, and eradicate bad together.’
So, I appeal to even that Indian populace which is scintillated by the toxic glitter of the Hindutavi doll, to wake up and invest in making a better society for themselves too. Poison does not discriminate, killing one body from another. When (and not IF) minorities free themselves from Brahminic captivation, the remaining population would be forced to buy the same lethal toy, conjuring up hatred and intolerance against each other.
So, support the awakened souls to recall such a divisive model from the world market.
Well, one can hope and dream.
As evidence that the world is becoming aware, I attach views of people from different parts of the world, reflecting on the importance of freedom for those who are seeking it diligently.