“The very foundation of the democratic idea is the supposition that one individual is as good as another, simply because they are equal numerically and in spite of the fact that they can never be equal in any other way.” René Guénon

Amir Khusro himself once remarked about Jauhar as being an honorable act despite not allowed in Islam Courage among men and chastity among women were eternal ideals beyond race and religion in the traditional world

Around 1840, the EIC wanted to shift from flintlocks to percussion small-arms. • Over the next decade, ~460,000 percussion arms were procured. • Procurement ceased ~June 1851, to shift to utilizing a newer design of rifles, suiting the 'Delvigne-Minié' concept. • The Board of Ordnance finally settled on The Pattern 1853 Rifled Musket, with a .577 bore. • This Pattern 1853, was known as the Enfield Rifle. • The first Enfields reached India in 1853 for tests. • General Gromm, had warned then Secretary to Military Board, that cartridges for the rifles must not contain any grease, which may offend sepoy's caste sentiments. • The warnings were ignored & tests were conducted at Kanpur, Rangoon & Fort William over months. • The cartridges did contain tallow, which may have come from pigs or cows. • 1855, Bengal Army's Ordnance Department began manufacturing ammunition at Meerut & Dum Dum arsenals. • The grease for the rifle patch was adapted to contain 5 : 5 : 1, tallow : stearine : wax. • The nature of tallow wasn't officially specified however. • Rifle Instruction began in January 1857, at Musketry Depots at Ambala, Sialkot & Dum Dum near Calcutta. • By late January itself, rumours about the tallow began to spread out of the Dum Dum Depot. • In February, the first serious outbreak of Mutiny occured, when the 19th Bengal Native Infantry (B.N.I), protested the cartridges. • A court of inquiry found their grievances unfounded. • By mid-March, the 41st B.N.I, also mutinied at Ambala, owing to it's disaffection with the cartridges. • The Mangal Pandey incident, occured in late March, 2 days before the disbandment of the 19th B.N.I, at Barrackpore. • Mangal Pandey himself was a sepoy of the 34th B.N.I.

He has fallen. He has left us and is now soaring in that endless flight, that is our destiny. He had survived the night, but his health was failing. I had scheduled a visit to a clinic, but an hour before our departure, he has ceased to draw life. I cannot help but feel responsible in having failed him. I asked my neighbours, and to my surprise, soon followed by digust, I was informed by them of what caused my friend's misery and demise. The poor soul had fallen victim to the tight string of a flying kite. Plucked mercilessly, he fell from the heavens, 3 days ago, just outside the walls of my residence. 2 days of no food or water. No shelter from the elements. Passersby noticed his descent, his pain and anguish, but none came forward to lend him aid. Then, by sheer will, he attempted to take once again to the sky, but his wings failed him, and his second, shorter fall, brought him to my backyard. That is where I found him. Yesterday. 72 hours after his wounds had taken root. He is gone now. A saintly creature. Though in this life I had known him only through his pain, but in his perseverance I had known his truth. He humbled me by bestowing upon me his trust. And in his sight, I felt my own soul reflected. Farewell, friend. I am sorry.

Today a crow fell injured in my backyard. The poor creature can't take flight. An injured wing. The tyranny of circumstance all too obvious to him, he has been struggling onwards against his pain and earthly bondage. My heart goes out to him. I see in his eyes the same lament and longing that I too share. I have since then, arranged for him care, shelter, food and water. He trusts me now. He does not now question my approach as he did upon our first encounter, instead he looks intently into my eyes, as if to register the temper of my soul, which wishes for his salvation from this predicament. And I hope he will soon soar among his feathered comrades once again. And as I look upon the pale monarch of the night sky, I beseech him to take pity on my avian guest, whom the gods have given for his stately coat the regal shade of his evening dominion. I petition the serene sovereign Soma, that he protect this creature whom I now call friend. To bestow upon him the strength that not in distant past, must have coursed through him, as he he joined wing and croak, in glorious murder. Above all, I wish to see my friend restored to his proper station among the beings that inhabit creation. For it is a source of great sorrow to me, to see one denied his birthright. And it is indeed his patrimony that is denied to him, every moment he is forced to submit to the tyranny of his circumstance.

Possibly too crude, but...

Guenon on the corrective agency which manifests itself at the critical juncture of Ages, when the degrading tendency seems predominant. Ofc, who or what this agency is, or was, depends on the reader. Since, to discern the corrective, one must first define the downward trend.

You think you're touching on something new. That by instinct alone you have intuited that primordial truth veiled by word and time. Then you realize that the summit of you struggled towards, has been reached before. You read the words of another man, as if he had plucked each sentence from your conscience. At that moment, the withered will is resuscitated. For hope is restored : not only that your intuition was sound, but that others had traced these same threads of truth before you and once stood where you stand today.

Indian and Chinese officers of Hong Kong police China, 1903

Indian troops in Singapore, 1941

✅FACT: Julius Evola's "Revolt Against the Modern World" is one of the greatest texts ever written. Nobody has ever been able to refute the contents of this text. All challengers rely on strawmans and lies.

Personal insecurities and cowardice before the transformative forces of changing epochs, creates a peculiar individual. His dogmatic disbelief in restoration preached with missionary zeal to compensate with numbers what he lacks in truth. One can discern such individuals by their prescriptions.

Indian Army War Memorial, Egypt

Bust of a Buddhist Roman, c. 200 CE.

Battle with Indians Germany, 1914

British and Indian troops surveying the ruins of Hiroshima Japan, 1946

The cohorts who engage in any trad discourse, apart from actual traditonal authorities are : 1) Those who have little grasp of the subject but are inclined towards the system due to personal convictions or, either a genuine or poorly articulated frustration with the present age. (mostly teens and young adults) 2) Those who have a grasp of the system but due to inherent negative motivations and character traits, can never be champions of the system, because of an accute shortage of intellectual capacity in critical thinking and articulation. 3) Boomers who harken back to bygone days but lack any capacity for articulation due to various problems plaguing that age group. 4) Those who possess desirable intellectual capacities but having failed to the traditional standard (due to independent variables) and having observed the character of "Hindus", feel alienated or unmotivated to labour an output for cohorts 1), 2) and 3) + the general mass of "Hindus". 5) Those who both possess the capacity to articulation and for various cultural reasons, have been inducted sufficiently early to not fail basic standards of tradition, and while confronted with the same corruptions observed by 4), aren't dejected but remain coherent and responsive. Only 4) and 5) can get any work done, but are a micro minority. 4) is prone to isolation and disinterest. 5) alone remains consistent. 1), 2) and 3) are probably 95% of the online component. Unfortunately. Can't say about IRL. Maybe I missed something or am completely wrong. Rant over.

A New Zealand soldier with an Indian soldier and a German dog Egypt, 30 Oct 1941