The recent turn of events have saddened me. It's true that most of the terrorist attacks in India was from Pakistan, due to its ongoing war since the days of Independence, but I never discriminated against the nation as whole. Laden had been hiding at Islamabad, close to a military base, and yet their nation's leader kept saying he didn't know about Laden's presence. Then he probably also didn't know of the Pakistani military providing Laden sufficient resources and weapons, and hell probably even security. Obama knew this, and that's what made him keep Pakistan in the dark about the mission.
What saddens me is not the hypocrisy and lies of an allied nation. No, what saddens me is that Pakistan was once a part of the proud culture known as Bharata, of courage and patriotism, of dignity and humanity. The only thing that initially separated Pakistan from India was views motivated by caste, and the caste was influenced by a previous fallen empire of the Mughals. But at the heart of it all, they are still our brothers. Still Bharatiya.
It is sad. Imagine you, with all your patriotism, preach humanity, devote your life to peace and progress, always doing the good for the benefit of everyone you meet. And you have a brother, a dear brother you happily once embraced and had good times with, but now who has devoted his life to slaughtering millions.
Shall I blame Gandhi for this? Shall I blame the Mughals? Or shall I blame the same wrathful and proud culture of both our nations? I have no idea who to blame. I have no idea how to bring them close again.