I am an Indian, a native of the fascinating country that can be described as a melting point of many a civilization, many a culture, many an idea that might have ever occurred in the history of mankind. I am the Aryan son of soil, whose ancestors came from the Caspian, and whose mark of lineage is signed by the times, and the civilizations that followed.

Surname: Bhattacharya – from Aryabhatta, the great Aryan Mathematician, and Arya(n). This makes my pedigree complete and uncontested in the annals of Indian and Aryan history, or in the history books of the Nazis and the eugenics experimenters of Hitler’s sadistic labs, or his racist super ideologues. Even Joseph Arthur Comte de Gobineau, if alive today, would not be able to contest it.

Well, why only the Nazis? It can be anyone who tries to show himself to be superior to others. Why the hell should I sit in my cozy big flat in the heart of New Delhi, as a Brahmin supercaste, with the janeo (the sacred thread) hanging across my naked glowing body, and write something such as this that I have never attempted before?

The reason is simple, too simple. We have witnessed a great fight between a white and a black for a party nomination, a fight that spilled on the Internet and we saw many a battle fought on this electronic theatre. And, we stand to witness much more on the plains and the mountains and the arid landscapes where the Buffalo Soldier fought after being transported in from Africa.

Again, the reason is simple, too simple actually. You will know why. Every world power that is and that was and trying to be in the bracket of that still is, or at least will be that really is, is trying to grab a bite off the Balkan pie. Be it Serbia, Croatia, Macedonia, so on and so forth...

Every one is fighting their proxy battles over them. A Serbian wins the ladies title at French Open beating a Russian, and immediately an American maverick latches on to the win citing as her own because of a recent vote where Serbians distanced from the Russians. A few weeks back, a Serbian was a much loathed guy for the Americans with the same mentality etc. Then comes the Croatian great win over Germany in today’s Euro 2008 game.

Where do we stand now? Celebrate a country’s affiliation to a former Bloc or simply cherish the moment that a great sporting nation caused a much anticipated win over a weaker opponent, the victor’s or the vanquished’s soccer histories notwithstanding?

I can’t write clearly today my friends. Those who understand would do so. I am sure of it. But the Balkans are no one’s pawn. Russia’s or USA’s. We must leave them to emerge as proud entities. They can settle their wars on the turf. And the world can sit back, sip a can of beer with roasted ribs and enjoy. Ultimately it will serve everyone’s purpose or for that matter no one’s in the years to come.

I had to write a long backgrounder, but it was necessary. The reason is again simple, too simple. We are not a superior race or for that matter inferior. We don’t belong to this camp or that… Superpowers can think whatever they like to. Should we really care?

As they say, the meek shall inherit the earth, and the meek is the not what you and I think they are.

My Balkans, fight the way you have, show that you are no less. This camp shall always root for you.

And for you all racists down there, remember I am superior to you. And for all nationalists out there, I belong to the camp that you see the sword wielding riders in the video below here.

Thank you for everything.