And then America bombs the living hell out of them.
A US submarine fires a torpedo. The Dena goes down off sri lanka in international waters. Thirty-two critically wounded sailors are pulled from the sea by Sri Lankan rescuers. One hundred and forty-eight are still missing – presumed dead, swallowed by the ocean because Washington decided a returning warship was fair game.
A US submarine fires a torpedo. The Dena goes down off sri lanka in international waters. Thirty-two critically wounded sailors are pulled from the sea by Sri Lankan rescuers. One hundred and forty-eight are still missing – presumed dead, swallowed by the ocean because Washington decided a returning warship was fair game.
We invited them.
America bombed them.
America bombed them.
And narendra Modi? Radio silence. Not a single word. Not a statement. Not a tweet. Not even a whisper of outrage from the man who loves to lecture the world about “civilisational values” and “guest is god.”
Let that sink in for a second.
Let that sink in for a second.
This wasn’t some random skirmish in the Persian Gulf. These sailors had just been our guests in indian waters. We fed them, trained with them, and posed for photos with them. “Atithi Devo Bhava,” right? That sacred indian mantra suddenly feels like the sickest joke in history when the same guests are now corpses floating because a superpower decided to send a message – and our prime minister can’t find the spine to even say “this is unacceptable.”
Where is the outrage? Where is the phone call to Tehran? Where is the emergency UN session? Where is the press conference telling the world that india doesn’t forget its guests – especially when they’re murdered on their way home from our own naval party?
Instead, crickets. Modi’s government is busy doing what it does best when real leadership is required: hiding behind “strategic restraint” while 148 families in iran wait for bodies that may never come home.
This blood is on India’s hands too – not because we pulled the trigger, but because we invited them into the arena and then let the bull charge without saying a word. We hosted the exercise. We waved them off. And when the torpedo hit, we went quiet.
Shame doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Every single one of those missing sailors had a name, a mother, a wife, and maybe kids. They trusted india enough to sail into our waters for friendship and cooperation. Now their blood is mixing with the indian Ocean because Modi’s too busy playing geopolitical chess to stand up and scream what every indian with a spine is already thinking: Enough.
Every single one of those missing sailors had a name, a mother, a wife, and maybe kids. They trusted india enough to sail into our waters for friendship and cooperation. Now their blood is mixing with the indian Ocean because Modi’s too busy playing geopolitical chess to stand up and scream what every indian with a spine is already thinking: Enough.
Speak up, Modi. Condemn the attack. Demand accountability. Or forever wear the stain of 148 dead sailors whose only crime was accepting an invitation from the world’s largest democracy.
The clock is ticking. The bodies are sinking. And history is already writing the verdict.
Your move. Or should we say… your silence?
The blood is already on your hands. Don’t let it dry there.
The clock is ticking. The bodies are sinking. And history is already writing the verdict.
Your move. Or should we say… your silence?
The blood is already on your hands. Don’t let it dry there.
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