It was my first intimation that I was going to be in a woeful minority. I did not rush back to Delhi, as most journalists would have been inclined to: Delhi's strategic concerns somehow tend to lose their import as you travel away from the city's manufactured neuroses. But of course when I returned, it was all that Delhi could talk about; and yes, very many people seemed to feel empowered and happy. Now we had Sachin Tendulkar, and the bomb. Perhaps what we need to do now, after Agni and Prithvi, is to christen our next missile Tendua; that would marry our two reigning passions, and strike fear in the cricketing and military heart of the Pakis. (But what is the BJP's position on cricket? I'm not too sure. It is after all a game of foreign origin.) In a flawed world, bombs are perhaps unavoidable, but there can be no relativism about nuclear weapons. Nothing, no deterrence, no dictatorships, no totalitarian governments, justifies the use of nukes, and consequently their existence. Nothing justifies weaponry that can annihilate the species.