Nehru’s birth anniversary was celebrated by Union Culture Ministry with an advertisement that had ‘Pundit’ as a
reference. This is shocking, and that this casteist reference is used with impunity and
is accepted without anyone squirm is what makes it compelling about this
deviant society and its ways. This is also something the regurgitators, self-appointed
conscience keepers, sniffers of intolerance, who seems to be taking ever higher
moral grounds, have missed. It is a common habit in a society that developed in
ethical vacuum and doesn’t seem to have much civilised references. They
constantly try to fill this vacuum by creating occasions that keeps their dubious
values and unethical contexts herein out of the way meanwhile conjure narrations that showcases them as kindred souls. Enter Mullahs as harbinger for minority
rights. The stampede to be saviour is
fought with all the viciousness. They scratch, they gnarl and create
impressions of compassion driven souls fighting for righteous world. Indeed from
this putrid pit some even see themselves as jagath
guru, the masters of universe, compassionate guides to the beleaguered
world that the world will have to bow down one day. It has to come out of the
squatter’s pits, the conception of universal being is ordained by forces of
nature, entitled, blessed and sent across through vaginal superways (especially
helped by likes of Kasturi&Sons…they now have new conception for caste:
social groups!!). In these competing world issues concerning common people are
shuttled around.
Jawaharlal Nehru, in the context
of things, was quite a towering leader. He was ofcourse man of circumstances
and who didn’t quite live upto the expectations of the people. He succumbed to
the overwhelming mediocre uncouth ‘leaders’ who formed the ruling class, mostly (indeed
almost all) blatant casteist patriarchs. These brutes assumed themselves to be
masters of India’s destiny and assigned themselves greater roles. These shoddy
leaders jostled as the primitive society was pushed into tryst with modern and
egalitarian ways. “When the world sleeps India awakens” is a poetic line and
quite appropriate way of describing the nation that celebrates its
independence. Undoubtedly Nehru was an orator. But as the nation awakens the
primitive society was and is in slumber, enmeshed in cruder ways. The glitter
of modern technology and ways (Indian’s contributions to these are amazingly limited)
cannot hide the putrid pits that this society exists in. Indian democracy is
much of a joke, though celebrated as a miracle, it has only consolidated
primitive ways and pushed the society into further crudeness while giving the
semblance of freedom as market ransack with choices. It has become a systematic
means of exploitation. The clever ways of feudal patriarchs are polished to the
exigencies of the time as they come in the garb of saviours and leaders of pride
filled democracy. Meanwhile feudal patriarchs of other faiths,
most significantly the mullahs and his ways, are taken as the minority, hence
feeding them is preened as presentation on secularism and a tenuous connection
to egalitarian values is built. Squatter liberals find these quite exciting
opening to present themselves to modern liberal ways. Meanwhile corruption,
nepotism and all kind of crudeness is burdened on common people as competing
forces save the world for us. Encouraging primitiveness of other
religions/societies as culture and viciously seeking to protect these help
cement the narration of amazingly tolerant humble souls. The vigilant bleeding
hearts who cares and will fight for democratic rights of the oppressed (it is a
different matter that feudal lords are rarely oppressed). Indeed they also
position themselves as role model to west. See how peacefully we live. If Indians
were to decide the course of human race we will be still in caves tolerating “social
groups” and other primitive practises. It’s a mediocre society that is craving
for its god ordained entitlements and as spokesperson of these deceits many pirouette
across the world with claims of some exotic clairvoyance, squatter’s as liberal
seculars, as spiritual humbugs. Reality is much humbling.
Ever wondered why despite the
kind of freedom enjoyed by the people (that ofcourse is because of egalitarian humanistic traditions -constantly threatened and diminished by squatters), Indians never
really rise to the expectations? They almost always fall short; the best is
never good enough and good is stamped out in all earnestness. It is a
self-defeating society that puts premium on entitlements and dispensing
patronage, while individuals grope in fatalism and opportunism. Rare exceptions are despite this vice like
grip of this crude society. Ways of modernity are shoddy replications while democracy
is a means to consolidate deviant values. It is a dead society that is putrefying,
latest gadgets cannot change the ways, glitter cannot hide the stink. The world
must bypass Indians they are not really worth it, nothing much can be expected from
this burgeoning pit. Non-violently dangerous and sanctimoniously pedantic there
is nothing exciting here. Even the promise of ‘demographic dividend’ (increasing
population by grace of gods) are youths who come out of these pits all tagged and
entitled for world to accept. The Indian family unit is a mediocrity sustaining
selfish unit, that create individuals slavishly dependent on it, fed on pathologically
deviant traditions and cultures. Hence we have success as money and population multipliers.
With ego, status, constant urges that keeps them bonded, meanwhile enjoying amazingly
mediocre fares as entertainment, sports included. There isn’t any standard or propriety,
everything is made negotiable. Hence negotiators (pimps the right word here), emerging
from the traditions of otherworldly arbitrations, equipped for the deal as the society
spirals down. People suffer as values of equality and fraternity is reduced to legal
jargons and lawyer luminaries. The worst
of the world have space in India while they ransack Indians with ideas of market
choices, mediocre elite showcase these as vibrant ways. The society with rich
tradition of art/music gawks on stupid American fares, a region with amazing biodiversity
ogles at godforsaken crocodile catchers. It is as if this society is made
completely incapable. It lacks talent, passion or calibre. Something quite
natural, and expected in a society, that is on deviant foundation and labours forward
with nepotism, corruption and sleight. Providence becomes the landmark, myth making
explanations for inconvenient disruption. They now pupate in democratic institutions
seeking redemptions. This maybe true for other societies too, but the
difference here is in other societies (like US, Europe, Japan, Korea) have excellence
thriving. There is sheer brilliance. Here the squatter initiated world has sinisterly
ransacked everything and anything into amazing level of mediocrity and crudeness.
Now they shed for ‘rising intolerance’. Get off.
Lament of Gandhi’s grandson: Dadajis favourite is out to protect
family legacy. It also helps that protecting family fortunes/legacies also
takes oneself into rarefied space, that ofcourse is beyond the reach of common
people. Forget common people even Netaji’s or Babasaheb’s grandchildren cannot
match this rub, this moral authority that seem to be intact through generations
(Kasturi&Sons even point to afterlife vaginal super highway route!! Vagina
being marg for penis to move, genes to find ordained life, you may take it
literally but Kasturi&Sons or for that matter Gandhi&Sons are known to
position themselves in the realm of metaphors and otherworldly attributes as
they negotiate liberal ways and mullah feeding realities to atone their moral
gaps). So much so he doesn’t even refer the name Gandhi it seems Mahatma will
suffice, indeed the trust on brand recall is amazing while Ambedkar and sundry
don’t even deserve Mr. or Shri (later he ofcourse condescend to use Dr. for Ambedkar
probably as an afterthought, no such luck for others. Common decency demands
that if you use term of respect for one then it should be extended to others
too or don’t use it). It’s an amazing lack but his bhakti to Gandhi
–essentially clan arrogance, gets easily suffused in supposedly Gandhian ideals
that he claims to represent. You can quite effortlessly place this arrogance in
squatter’s frame, the narcissism of it, the ungraciousness of it, the crassness
of it. It is the ethical blind spot of Indian elite that they constantly stare
but are incapable to see, as they negotiate crude selves in the garb of humble
ways and semantic dexterity.
Gopalkrishna Gandhi has a charmed
life, the kind you will rarely see in the career of an IAS officer (that even
questions his selection process to the civil service. Did his family name help
the matter? Most likely. Afterall mahatmas are no small matter, though it
maybe a small world), from high commissioner to governor to chairpersons of
reputed institutions. God has been graceful, humbleness therefore is a natural
attribute (as ZK says humblenezz tho hona
hi tha!!). Our man has been positioning himself as wise man, and yes this
blogger had taken him seriously few years back (even made effort to listen to
his speech, I recall at IISC), now the situation has shifted drastically. With
shrinking of Gandhi, his grandson’s grandness doesn’t really help the matter.
If Ben Kingsley can have a space in front of British parliament then what
prevents Mamootty? Oh how I forget, when it comes to statue building and naming
roads gandhians always had an upperhand. Respect doesn’t come by imposing nor
does wisdom by patronising. It is shocking to gandhians that no one wants to be
referred to as harijans. This disconnect is symptomatic and is no doubt
representation of high patronising intent of elite and response from the
people. Without jans where is the hari, I say!!
Our man has been writing,
sometimes audacious open letters to nobody less than the prime minister. In his
recent contribution he starts by including us too “We are nation of
pantheons…we have, rather uniquely, pantheons of caste heroes…” Really ‘caste
heroes’ is this fellow for real, celebrating this oxymoron obnoxiousness as
‘unique’ can only be conjured by someone who understands Gandhi, indeed I am
told studied deeply. Like any cheapskate sociologist with limited intellect
they only see the reality that serves their purpose, not to understand or to be
aware of the context or ethical consideration. They sinisterly give
authenticity to discrimination as some form of esoteric tradition, which is
then humbly explained to West who in turn unthinkingly lap it on as some
eastern mysticism. Since they had complete control of narration these nonsense
are part of mainstream. It is easy to
infer that from the context of things Gandhi could well be only a ‘caste
hero’. Chota gandhis and mota gandhis
should learn to live with it.
Again, Gandhi was a great man,
and admirable in many ways, but this insistence of mahatma is unacceptable nor
appropriation by family/clan is tolerated. This blogger has read enough, hence
understands the import and significance of mahatma. Mahatmas come from
traditions that stridently oppose squatter, and were compassionate souls with
egalitarian intent. It is a tradition that traces itself to Buddhas and Nanaks.
It is the machiavellian gandhians and conniving congressmen who have brought
much disrepute.
I was reading VS Naipaul, Literary Occasions Essays, bought on
discount rate at Rishikesh, it is an autographical writings and here it is a
reference to Naipaul’s aunt i.e. his father’s sister, a lady on her death bed.
It is a telling paragraph that I think needs to be quoted to put things in
context. Her father was a pundit, she
said. And he was fussy; he didn’t like having too much to do with the low. And
here –since her face was too old to be moulded into any expression save one of
great wariness– the old lady used her
shrivelled little hand to make gesture of disdain. The disdain was for low
Hindus. My father’s sister had spent all her life in Trinidad; but in her caste
vision no other community mattered or properly existed. She took the story back
to her father’s mother. This was as far as her memory went. And for me it was
far enough… She wanted me to know now, before the knowledge vanished with her,
what she –and my father– had come from. She wanted me to know that the blood
was good. 
