1971 war

The hue and cry over the destroying of the documents related to the 1971 war is difficult to fathom
At that time the Indian Government was very keen to let the people, especially the foreign press, to know that what was happening in East Pakistan was a war of independence by the Mukti bahini.India was no part of it. It had no training camps, nor was it supplying them arms. The Indian Government vehemently denied when it was suggested by Pakistan that the Indian soldiers were fighting in East Pakistan disguised as Mukti bahini.One only has to pick up the news papers of the time or read the public speeches of the then PM Indira Gandhi.
Now suddenly we want to know everything and every truth.
What we are forgetting is that this is precisely what Pakistan is doing, and denying, in Kashmir. They have the training camps, they are supplying the arms and their soldiers and intelligence personnel are infiltrating and fighting in Kashmir. The Kashmiri are after all fighting a war of independence from India, as they say.
If India could do it then, and have no qualms, and even justify it, why can’t they do it too?
Go ahead, dig out all those documents, make it public, and then reap the consequence of Pakistan saying “See, we told you so. Now don’t stop us” and the western press clicking their tongues and saying “Sorry Mr. India, it is just quid pro quo”.
We seem to have a great penchant for putting our feet in the mouth and then chewing them, and getting our butt kicked.
Our former Prime Minister Indira Gandhi was truly a shrewd and fore sighted lady .I am sure she was fully aware of these documents and may even have ordered their destruction. Some in this nation will salute her, whether she personally ordered it or not. At least she knew where to draw the line, right or no right to information. For her the nation and its prestige and honour were supreme, nothing else withstanding. Let’s not just fritter it away now with some pointless investigative journalism.

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