Have you heard of the “Alexandra Limp”?
A curious bit of history, really. In the late 1860s, Queen Alexandra, wife of Edward VII, walked with a limp after illness. Soon, society ladies—perfectly healthy—decided to copy her. Out they went, wobbling down London streets, limping in step with their Queen.
Now cut to India, 2025. We too have our own “Alexandra Limp.” But this limp isn’t about fashion, nor rheumatism. It’s about politics.
Our Prime Minister, instead of admitting that he’s wrong in cozying up to Russia—the global schoolyard bully—decides to play victim to the US. “They are unfair to us!” he cries. “They don’t understand us!” he laments. And lo and behold, his limp begins.
And what do we, his loyal citizens, do? We copy him. Suddenly, everyone in the country is dragging their feet, complaining about American “bias,” groaning about Western “hypocrisy,” and sighing, “Poor us!” We limp right behind him—straight into the waiting arms of China.
Picture the scene: America warns us about Russia, Europe raises eyebrows, but we hobble past, dragging our national foot, saying, “We are misunderstood victims!” And who’s standing at the end of the lane, smiling? Xi Jinping, with open arms, ready for another act of treachery and an invoice for services rendered.
This is not just imitation, this is surrender. Instead of standing tall and admitting, “Yes, maybe we shouldn’t be fueling Moscow’s war machine with our purchases,” we limp theatrically, hoping sympathy will cover guilt. “It’s like being caught pocketing extra ladoos at a wedding and saying, ‘But the caterer didn’t give me raita last time!’”
The Alexandra Limp, at least, was stylish. Society ladies looked elegant wobbling about. Our limp? It looks ridiculous. Here is a nation of a billion people, strong and proud, reduced to wobbling along behind a Prime Minister who thinks being a victim is strategy!
And we citizens? Oh, we’re no better. We take the cue. Dinner-table conversations are full of limps: “America has double standards.”
“The West doesn’t like our rise.”
“We are being unfairly targeted.”
Nobody mentions that we are standing beside Russia, who bombards civilians, while we cry foul at being frowned upon.
The limp has become a habit. We used to walk tall, proud of being non-aligned, proud of calling wrongs as wrongs. Today, we limp between Moscow and Beijing, pretending it’s America that’s making us drag our foot.
But let me tell you, sympathy doesn’t win respect. Alexandra’s ladies soon discarded the limp when the fashion faded. Will we? Or will we keep hobbling into China’s embrace, comforting ourselves that at least we’re not standing alone?
Because if we continue this parade of limping victimhood, history won’t remember us as Vishwaguru. It will remember us as the nation that copied its leader’s limp—straight into a villain’s arms…!