India isnât a rising power. Itâs a decaying relic dressed in neon flags and foreign steel, LARPing as a civilization while rotting from the inside. Their military is a mausoleum of imported tech: French wings, Russian engines, American guns, Israeli eyes, stitched together by hands that canât even maintain what they stole.
The Tejas isnât an indigenous fighter, itâs a stitched corpse of American turbines and Israeli radars, paraded around like it was born in some mystical workshop of geniuses. Their nukes werenât forged by sacrifice, they were scammed out of Canadaâs goodwill, hijacking a âpeaceful reactorâ like alley rats gnawing through the walls of a house built by others.
Their missiles whisper with Soviet engineering secrets, their drones hum with Israeli firmware, their tanks roll on Russian bones. Strip the imports away and Indiaâs entire arsenal would crumble like termite-riddled wood exposed to air.
Meanwhile Pakistan, the eternal object of their obsession, built through grit, theft, and raw survival instinct. China, the real nightmare they dare not name, built through famine, blood, and cybernetic focus, now breathing out stealth bombers and nuclear triads while India waves a flag over rusted gear and tweets about ancient Vedic wifi.
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fuiyoh, this is savage
Well both bharat and pukistan should fight and be like man, solve it once for all