🏹 From Itihasa to Mythology: How We Were Taught to Laugh at Our Own Ancestors.

🏹 From Itihasa to Mythology: How We Were Taught to Laugh at Our Own Ancestors. They burned our Temples, we rebuilt them. They looted our Gold, but we earned it back. But when they stole our History and called it “Mythology,” we did nothing. Instead we repeated the insult. We taught it to our children. If you have Sanatan in your veins, read this till the last line… and never again call your Itihasa a Myth or Mythology.* The Time We Walked With Our Ancestors. There was a time in Bharat when the distance between History and Faith was none at all, because our History was our Faith, and our Faith was our History. A child in Ayodhya did not believe Ram was born there, he knew it. His grandfather had shown him the exact spot where the birth took place, the same way his grandfather had been shown. A fisherman in Dwaraka did not think Krishna was a “legend”, he knew his city once belonged to the Yadavas, and that the sea had swallowed their palaces. In Kurukshetra, farmers plowed the land knowing their fields were once wet with the blood of the Pandavas and Kauravas. They didn’t read it in a “book”, the soil itself told the story. This was our Itihasa, “It happened thus.” And it was unbroken. We never doubted, because the memory lived in stone, in song, in the lips of our elders. The First Great Wound – The Invader’s Torch Came Turkic raiders and then the Mughal invaders. They didn’t just attack our Temples, they attacked the very records of our memory. The libraries of Nalanda burned for months, priceless manuscripts curling into black ash. Vikramshila and other great learning centers were smashed, their scholars slaughtered. Copper plate inscriptions of royal lineages were melted into coins. Temple archives, which recorded history for centuries, were thrown into rivers or burnt in courtyards. Mosques rose over our Temples, not just to dominate our space, but to rewrite our Geography. Cities were renamed so future generations would forget their original names. Yet, we survived. Even when written records were gone, the oral tradition lived. We still gathered for Ram Leela, still sang bhajans of Krishna, still told the Puranas to our children. The invader’s sword could wound, but it could not erase memory. Then came the Second Great Wound* – *The Colonizer’s Pen* Then came the British. They came not with a cry of “Allahu Akbar” but with the deceptive smile of a trader, the politeness of a diplomat, and the cold calculation of a ruler. They saw something the Mughals never understood: These people still walk with their ancestors. They still draw strength from their past. If we can sever that link, not by destroying their temples, but by altering their minds, we will own them forever.” And so began the most dangerous invasion of all, not of land, but of truth. How “Itihasa” Became “Mythology” The British sent men like William Jones, Max Muller, Monier Williams, called “Scholars” but serving the same goal: to make Hindus see themselves through the eyes of their conquerors. They translated our texts, but with every line, they planted doubt: • Rama, the mythical king of the Ramayana… • ⁠Krishna, a legendary hero perhaps inspired by folk tales… • ⁠The Vedas, primitive hymns composed by wandering tribes… They wrote these words into Schoolbooks, and like termites, those words ate into the pillars of our self-respect. And notice, this poison was selective: • The Bible was history. • ⁠The Quran was divine revelation. • ⁠But the Ramayana? “Mythology.” • ⁠The Mahabharata? “Legend.” It was not an accident. It was a very clever strategy. If Ram is a myth, then Christ can be the truth.* If Krishna is a fable, then Allah can be the answer.* And this Poison took Roots*. The British left in 1947, but they did not take their poison with them. They didn’t need to, by then, we had swallowed it willingly. A new kind of Hindu emerged, the Secular Modern, Brown skin, English tongue, carrying the Colonizer’s Mind. He laughed at Govardhan being lifted, but never questioned Noah’s Ark. He mocked Dwarka as a “legend,” but accepted the resurrection of Jesus without a smirk*. He ridiculed the Ramayana as a “myth,” but called Biblical stories “matters of faith.”* These are not free thinkers, they are perfect slaves. They protect their master’s lies more fiercely than the master himself ever did. These Double Standards should actually break your Heart Just Imagine: ... • If a school textbook in India called the Quran “Islamic mythology,” there would be protests, fatwas, and riots. • If a Western newspaper called Jesus’s story “Christian mythology,” churches would thunder with outrage. *But “Hindu Mythology”? It is accepted. Every TV anchor says it. Even we say it. Without protest. Without shame. We have been trained to laugh at our own ancestors while treating others’ ancestors as sacred.* Every time you say “Mythology” instead of Itihasa, you are helping bury Ayodhya. Every time you call the Mahabharata “legend,” you are casting a shadow over Kurukshetra. Every time you accept Ram Setu as “natural,” you are signing away the memory of your own civilization. The British did not just conquer our land, they conquered our minds. And today, the ones enforcing their lies are not foreigners, they are Hindus themselves, wearing the proud badge of “Secularism” while dancing on the ashes of their own heritage. Sanatan Dharma survived because we remembered. The day we forget, it dies. Stop using the Enemy’s Words. Stop teaching your children to be ashamed of their own scriptures. Say Itihasa, not “Mythology.” Because the final destruction of a Civilization doesn’t happen when outsiders burn its Temples. It happens when its Own Children burn its memory. 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