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Dhurandhar: The Illusion of Power and the Truth of Protection

Power that destroys is noise.
Power that protects is silence.

 About the Author

Harjiinder is not merely a writer—
Rather, she is a witness to the raw and quiet nature of life.

Her words do not stem solely from imagination,
but from lived experiences—
from moments imbued with stillness, pain, realization, and profound insight.

She does not write to impress anyone,
nor to preach to anyone—
She writes simply to unveil the truth.

Her journey transcends the identities of religion, nation, and tradition,
touching upon that universal dimension where human consciousness blossoms in absolute tranquility.

Through her reflections,
She explores the following themes:

Inner Silence
Conscious Living
Ethical Responsibility
The Invisible Dimensions of Power and Consciousness

Her writing is not clamorous—
Rather, it is an experience to be felt.

It does not invite readers to follow in her footsteps,
but calls upon them to pause, observe, and awaken within themselves.

For her, writing is not merely an ‘act’—
Rather, it is a ‘state of being.’

And every word she offers
is not a ‘conclusion’…
but a ‘gateway’—a gateway to a new beginning.

There are words in this world that carry weight—
not because of their sound,
but because of the illusion we attach to them.

Dhurandhar is one such word.

Traditionally, it is used for someone powerful, influential, a “master” of their domain.
But today, I find myself asking:

Who truly deserves this title?

Is it those who dominate others?
Those who exploit, destroy, and ruin lives—
Yet walk with the pride of being “powerful”?

If destruction is power,
then history is full of Dhurandhars.

But if we listen closely…
History is also full of regret.

A true master is not known by control—
but by compassion.

When Cinema Awakens Memories

Yesterday, I watched the film Dhurandhar 2.
But the experience that unfolded within me was neither mere entertainment nor a sense of unease.

A deep, physical ease settled into my body—
imbued with the presence of a calm, comforting consciousness.
This was not because of the film itself,
but rather because of what the film had awakened.

The silent screams of young women I once knew…
Their anguish, the injustice they suffered—
echoed within me with the simplicity of a rumbling laughter.

Suddenly, I was no longer merely watching a film.
I was reliving a bygone era.
I felt—
as though, within my own tranquility, the sobs of other young women like them had found their release.

2002–2009: A Journey Through Helplessness

Between 2002 and 2009, whenever I visited India—
especially in Punjab—
people would approach me with folded hands and trembling voices:

“Please… do something to save our daughters.”

I tried.

I went to temples, mosques, churches, and gurdwaras—
not as a leader, but as someone seeking a solution.

I spoke. I listened. I pleaded.

Then, I went to the police.
I made countless trips to Chandigarh.

But gradually…
a truth emerged:

I did not possess the power required to change this reality.

And one day, with complete honesty, I said to myself:

“I cannot do this.”

When Action Ends, Prayer Begins

In that moment of helplessness,
I turned to the one thing that remained untouched:

Prayer.

Not a prayer for victory.
Not a prayer for control.

But rather, a simple, innocent prayer:

“O God, grant wisdom and understanding to all.”

Later, in a small village in Uttar Pradesh called Roorkee,
This prayer deepened even further.

For I came to realize—
That the problem lay not merely in actions.

Rather, it was the mindset.
It was the consciousness.
It was the perception.
It was the very notion—held by everyone—that “we are the best and the purest; the rest of the world consists of infidels.”

The Truth About Power

Amidst all of this, one truth became clear:

If you cannot create something, you have no right to destroy it.

Not a nation.
Not a religion.
Not a home.
Not a human being.

To destroy is easy.
It requires no understanding whatsoever.

But to protect…
To uplift…
To shoulder the responsibility of life—

That requires an entirely different kind of strength.
A strength I did not possess.
I learned:
Strength is derived only from strength.
And so, in that moment, my only strength was the Lord—it was prayer—and that is what I did.

Who is the Real Dhurandhar?

A true stalwart is not one who instills fear.
A true stalwart is one who becomes a sanctuary.
One who possesses power, yet chooses restraint.
One who witnesses injustice, yet acts with integrity—eschewing ego.
One whose presence offers protection, rather than issuing threats.
From this perspective, I salute Ajit Doval—
and offer him my heartfelt prayers.

For positions of power are not merely roles—
They serve as mirrors of pure consciousness,
attained through blessings—yet often squandered by the individual in the pursuit of power, leading only to suffering.

A Silent Realization

There was a time when I believed
that bringing about change required power, authority, and influence.

Today, I perceive something far deeper:

Even a single sincere prayer—
offered from the very depths of truth—
can reach places where our actions cannot.

And perhaps…

That is precisely where true power begins.
When I watched the movie yesterday, I felt that the moment had finally arrived—a time to teach a lesson to certain individuals and for the ‘Saffron hue’ to truly blossom.
My soul offered millions of prayers of reverence to #PMModi, #CMYogi, #HomeMinisterShah, and

#AjitDoval.
And I expressed my heartfelt gratitude to three individuals in particular: #RubikaLiyaquat (News India), #PushpendraKulshrestha (The Best Speaker), and #MuhammadFaizKhan (Spokesperson).

Love Jihad:

I had never heard of anyone enduring such a horrific plight as the one I witnessed. Muslim men considered—and indeed, still consider—it their religious duty to ensnare Hindu and Sikh women in the web of romance, only to then abduct them from their homes.

Once a Hindu or Sikh woman entered a Muslim household, her exit was completely barred until she formally embraced the Islamic faith. The most atrocious treatment I encountered—one that deeply appalled me—was when the man would begin urinating on the woman; treating her as nothing more than a toilet seat, he would proceed to relieve himself directly upon her.

Is this what religion is? It was this very incident that instilled in me a hatred for Muslim people—even though I hold (and have always held, and will continue to hold) the deepest reverence and love for Prophet Muhammad. I have observed the Roza fasts myself, and I even gave one of my daughters a name rooted in the Islamic tradition.

Yet today, I can no longer place my trust in any Muslim man or woman—not ever. For the environment in which a person spends their childhood—and the people with whom they grow up—will inevitably manifest itself in their character sooner or later. Perhaps one in a hundred might possess the courage to renounce such twisted ideologies or deviate from such a wrongful path.

Closing Quote

Positions of power are not merely roles.
They are responsibilities—ones that shape countless unknown lives.

A true Dhurandhar requires not only strength…
but also clarity of thought, compassion, and awareness.

True strength is not always visible.
For it does not trumpet its own existence.

The one who protects—even if in silence—
is the true #Dhurandhar.

Thanks Rabba

Today, I no longer view blessings and prayer merely as a last resort—
I see them as a form of participation—
a means of connecting with the world in ways my own hands cannot physically reach.