Tuesday, 3 November 2015

The Intolerance of Tolerance.



                                                 The Intolerance of Tolerance.
The Times of India is to be complimented for publishing two contrasting articles today in its Monday issue of Nov2, 2015 –one abusive of the liberals and intellectuals , the other a balanced and objective understanding of their protest which has in turn provoked a loud and vociferous reaction , full of anger and hate from the ruling party. This juxtaposition of an article that spews venom on intellectuals and liberals with an article that advocates tolerance in place of intemperance without the editorial comment is the Times’ news neutrality and its silent endorsement of the need to have a balance in the art of governance .
Chetan Bhagat  in his anti-liberal attack has castigated all the protesters who comprise intellectuals, writers, artists, scientists, academics and also a couple of  industrialists – all those whom he labels as the liberals(with the exception of ‘yours truly, Chetan Bhagat,’ -the IIT graduate, the fiction writer in English, the judge of  dance reality shows, the screenplay writer of Kick and  Kai Po Che) -as pseudo secular, pseudo –intellectual, pseudo-liberals  who have a single point agenda to remain illiberal and look down on the unfortunate classes that do not have university education, cannot speak English with English( or European accent), who do not possess global cultural understanding.- in short ,lacking in knowledge, in English skills and in catholicity and breadth of understanding.  This article( and his  earlier twitter on Historians: “What do historians do? I am genuinely curious. This happened. Then this happened. Then this. Ok work done for the day.”) seem to be the fourth mistake of Chetan Bhagat, the new convert to anti-liberalism.(I hope he writes a sequel to his Three Mistakes)
And the germ of the fourth mistake of his life is in an article he wrote three years back ‘India on the Streets’.  As a liberal literary writer, the Uncle Cynic in him joined hands with Anna Hazara and attacked the previous government of Man Mohan Singh and expressed his view that   “India is terrible, everyone is corrupt, things don’t work, there is no justice, power talks, equality don’t exist”. He then tarred every elected leader with the same brush to affirm that all leaders “steal, are incompetent and hate accountability”. Hence his clarion call to people to come to the streets to save the country’s future. He chided the government of that day for being arrogant (not realizing that it is weak kneed and takes knee-jerk decisions ) and ended with a quotation from the ubiquitous Gita, “Nothing is permanent”.
This was when Chetan was Anna Bhagat. True to the Gita, the Anna Bhagat has now changed into Modi Bhagat.  He has had a leap of fauth. He is angry with people(whom he sneeringly calls liberals) protesting-not by taking to the streets, but by returning their awards and expressing their apprehension of the rise of a new form of cultural dictatorship. He applauds the government for its arrogant disdain of all intellectuals whose liberalism is suspect because they are not liberal enough to accommodate the rising intolerance and hatred that is being spread by those who have a genuine, visceral dislike and animosity of religions that are not in the Hindutva fold.
Chetan Bhagat who had  been catapulted to the literary sphere for his liberal views expressed in his English fiction, now sneers at English speaking liberals and fails to read the anxiety of the creative writers and artists who strive to show that the great threat to democracy is the enslavement of the majority to political propaganda. This is really the ‘tyranny of the majority’ which shuts out independence of mind. “The most successful tyranny is not the one that uses force to assure uniformity but the one that removes the awareness of other possibilities that makes it seem inconceivable that other ways are viable”.  The protesters whom I would call the Velvet Revolutionaries (after the Czech writers group under Vaclav Havel which successfully downed the Russian hegemony over Eastern Europe) are making peaceful efforts to free our minds from such tyranny by making us cultivate reasoned thoughts in a spirit of humanity. To discourage the tendency to reject important alternatives, to remove the minds of timid and unreasoned thoughts, to encourage openness and freedom of the mind  is the only solution to free democracy from the stranglehold of  a small group of vested interests who claim to speak for the majority. We need intellectual aristocracy (that sounds anachronistic today) to enable democracy to survive by preserving the freedom of the mind. This can be achieved through protecting reason which is the essence of openness. Instead of joining the chorus of his adopted fraternity of writers who make a plea to the government  to be open to debate and discussions.  Chetan Bhagat dissects the liberal of our times and criticizes them that they do not offer solutions, but they look upon themselves as the privileged class markers , sipping tea out of china cups and visiting Disneyland , but in reality they are lost souls. Thank God, though boastfully claiming his place among the literati, Chetan  shows himself to be the last liberal in the midst of the lost liberals.
In contrast, Santosh Deasi cautions the ‘hate ‘reaction to the intellectuals who seek the intervention of the ruling government to rein in hatemongers. He does not question the rightness or wrongness of the act of award ‘wapsi’ but he says the return of the awards with no specific personal demands in turn except for restoration of freedom of expression, for the enhancement of the Constitutional right to live as one wants and for ending  the eerie fear of what will happen in the future if intolerance is allowed a free run all through the country, citing in particular the Tamilnadu government’s arrest of Kovan who gave poetic expression to anti-liquor campaign. The rising anger against protesters and the personal attacks on them   by different voices from within the government (with a silent and unobtrusive encouragement from all those who matter today ) shows that the government does not and will not tolerate criticism and is not concerned to redress the cause of such criticism.
Chetan Bhagat’s attack on liberals is founded on anti liberalism. Santosh Desai’s defence of intellectuals is founded on liberalism that advocates freedom of the individual and protection of civil liberties and individual rights and peaceful reforms to ensure continued social and individual progress.  
I received this wonderful maxim from one of my close well wishers : " ‘Variety leads to evolution and homogeneity leads to extinction.’ India's greatest asset is the variety it has in virtually every area. We have to learn to respect this variety through action, if we do not want the country to become a religious autocracy.”
I am sure the wise men in the ruling party will be liberal enough to permit liberal intellectuals their say in matters that are vital to the survival and sustenance of democracy.



Sunday, 1 November 2015

The Protest of an Unknown Indian



                                      The Protest of an Unknown Indian
I want to protest, but I am not a national awardee and I have nothing to return to register my protest. I am not among the distinguished writers, film producers, scientists that would give credibility to my protest. The only thing I can return are the certificates I got for English declamation and recitation in my school though excelling in English (rather in Tamilinglish pronunciation  that leaves no ‘r’ silent in any English word)  is in today’s Bharat, a disqualification. Had it been Hindi or Sanskrit recitation, my return of those certificates might have found at least an obscure reference in small print in the obituary page of a local newspaper. I do have one or two more awards to sacrifice-for standing first in my under graduate and post graduate classes – a Book of English Poems with a citation pasted on the inner cover, but even that paper has become yellow and the ink lettering on it feeble for anyone to decipher and compliment me for my noble sacrifice of a university award. I can return the degrees I had received but the critics may look askance at the worth of those degrees because they can no longer fetch me a job as I am well past the employability age. The other awards I had received during my professional career as an educationist-cum- teacher have not been bestowed by the Government and therefore will attract no one’s attention. Even if it is argued for the sake of arguing, that an award is an award and that an award of any kind would be just the same as any other award, I know the return of   my awards will carry little import. Thus the moral of my protest story is aam admis (and aam aurats, as is the case with me) should never seek any distinction of nobility, selflessness, sacrifice and renunciation for a selfless sacrifice (where’selfless’ may sound redundant in the context of ‘sacrifice’, but nevertheless used here to augment the signification of the sacrifice of this ‘ magnitude’).
But I do want to protest. My family members and a few well wishers caution me not to indulge in any act that may anger the ruling establishment and sneer at my fancifulness that I am Jhansi Rani or Joan of Arc reborn. “At your age, you may not like to be an inmate of Tihar jail for attempting to spread disaffection in the society. Don’t attempt any such thing in your blah-blah blog.  Even if you write your protest blog under the poetic title ‘Creative Truth’, you will be booked for spreading creative falsehood and neither you nor your blog will ever see the light of the day after you are whisked off to a solitary confinement.”

Wise counseling, no doubt about the sincere intentions of my family and friends. But still I  want to protest, albeit with a  feeble voice  because with age, my protest  will sound like that of the fading song of the Keatsian nightingale flying far into “fairy lands forlorn”. Even if I do not possess any literary, artistic, scientific or intellectual credentials to be called to the TV studios whose protest is  that of the noblesse oblige, I silently affirm my genuine credentials of being an Indian, an Indian born slightly ahead of the “Midnights children”, an Indian who while still in my mother’s womb, like Abhimanyu, had listened to the voices of Gandhi , Nehru and illustrious freedom fighters  and had been shaped by civic nationalism in the individual sphere and the collective spirit of democratic nationalism in the public sphere( as referred to  by Wendy Doniger and Martha Nussbaum in Pluralism and Democracy in India: Debating the Hindu Right). I had grown up in India that was founded on sound liberal values such as pluralism and secularism to usher in a cohesive unity amidst its bewildering diversity.  For nearly 67 years, I along with millions of Indians had enjoyed the secular democracy that India proudly showcased to the entire world. There were some aberrations like the Emergency of 1975, the 1984 mob rising against the Sikhs, the 2002 Gujarat riots, the 2003 Mumbai killings, the 2008 Taj tragedy but all these aberrations were one off incidents that lasted at best a fortnight-if not less than that except for the Emergency that continued for 19 months. The State was able to quell these disturbances and ensured normalcy swiftly.

Even though I am an insignificant person, my protest will be frowned upon by the current Establishment that will pillory me for having not given up my “awards” earlier ( in 1975,1984, 2003, 2008 etc)  But my simple defence is there were no sequential incidents of intolerance during those years to drive fear psychosis into anyone of us. We quaked during the emergency, we were frightened at the scale of mob fury against the Sikhs and we trembled during the Gujarat communal riots and the 2003/2008 Mumbai attacks.  But all these fears were temporary as communal harmony was quickly restored. I would like to remind the Establishment and specially Gujarat state about their proud claims that there had been no communal conflict since 2002. Hence my only answer is that in the past no cataclysmic consequences threatened to disrupt the syncretic unity and integrity of the nation. No protest was called for or would have served any purpose in those times. Today I protest to share my nervousness at the thought of losing the privileges I had enjoyed for nearly seven decades of amity and unity in the multi- religious,multi-cultural, multi- lingual and multi -ethnic India. 

But I have an advantage over the celebrity protesters. Arun Jaitley will not accuse me of manufacturing a rebellion. I do not know how rebellions are manufactured. First I do not have a smart phone nor the ubiquitous ‘Apps’ as a part of its appendage. So neither am I a communicator nor a receiver of communication.  It is difficult to understand and be persuaded by what is being said on TV debates which are nothing but a cacophony of voices speaking at the same time. Therefore I cannot –rather I am not capable of- manufacturing a rebellion. I do not know if those who accuse us -the award returnees –know the correct meaning of rebellion mistaking dissent or protest as synonymous with rebellion. Protest is about something or against something; rebellion is organized insurrection against authority. Every celebrity and every non-celebrity like me protest as individuals. This is not to be confused with engineering organized mutiny or rebellion which is a collective uprising.

I join the few protestors whose protest is to highlight the growing intolerance in the nation that threatens to sunder the social and communal harmony of the society. This protest as felt by different individuals  in different places and from different walks of life is towards lack of grace and civility in the language and tone of speeches made by some fringe fanatics that have resulted in the killing and murder of rationalists and writers who advocate rationality, objectivity and open mindedness.  This protest is against the curtailing of individual liberty in terms of what to eat, what to wear, what to write, what to speak and whom to worship. The protest is against losing my voice or being forced to be His Masters Voice. This protest is against naked display of anger and intolerance towards icons of the past forgetting their contribution to the establishment of a democratic, pluralistic, secular India that the present rulers are presiding over. The protest is against irrationality, superstition and religious bigotry that are advocated as the true image of our hoary past. The protest is against a slow closure of our tradition of argumentation and debate and the open spirit of enquiry. The protest is against the gradual and subtle imposition of Hindutva ideology without a deep understanding of its essential core that stands for acceptance, accommodation and respect for all other religions and cultures. The protest is against the withdrawal of specific personal rights to live life as one wants without treading on another’s toes. The protest is against the imposition of bans and vigilante acts in the name of what the RBI governor in his convocation address at IIT graduation ceremony calls “excessive  political correctness” and then  quotes Mahatma Gandhi’s words:“The golden rule of conduct is mutual toleration, seeing that we will never all think alike and we shall always see Truth in fragments and from different points of vision." The protest is against the lack of understanding of this uniqueness of diversity that makes the human society. Last but not the least, the protest is against the hubris and intolerance of the many ardent sympathizers of the ruling establishment against all those argumentative Indians who generate ideas through the process of questioning and debating alternate view points.

I protest though I am an unknown Indian. I protest because I have the right to protest. I protest because protest is my only means of persuasion.

I protest and therefore I am an argumentative Indian.





                                     


Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Change, thy Name is Existence



                                                     Change, thy Name is Existence
Seventeen months into office and there is a lot of talk about the BJP as being no different from the Congress. “No change at all” is the current lament of all those who had voted BJP to a resounding victory in pursuance of their desire for a change from the Congress. Arun Shourie, the veteran BJP intellectual has gone on record with a devastating blow calling BJP as Congress + cow with a still more hurting add-on  “ … looking at the way economy is being managed at present, people have started recalling the days of former prime minister Manmohan Singh”.  This is a perfect illustration of the desire for change that is in the DNA  of every human being.
This need for change has been emphasized by the ancient Greek philosopher, Heraclitus (535-475 B.C) who wrote: “The only thing that is constant is change”. This sounds trite now as his statement has been overused, nevertheless it is a truism, an obvious truth. From the womb to the tomb, we constantly experience change.  Samuel Beckett known for his wry humour caps it when one of his tramps in Waiting for Godot says “It's never the same pus from one second to the next.” We change just as Nature’s seasons change, its flowers and trees change. Nature seems to accept change as a fact of life while we humans are apprehensive about change even when we know that it is inevitable. Maybe Nature is wise to know that change in her case is cyclical, while we know in humans it is irreversible. Yesterday goes into the annals of human history and cannot be re-lived today. In much the same way, today disappears into the realm of memory when tomorrow takes centre stage. We cannot retrieve or undo yesterday and whether we accept it or not, today is definitely a changed day.
These reflections do not occur when we are young, when we are mentally and physically energetic, when we are at work, howsoever pedestrian that may be. This is because the cause and effect of what one does everyday link it to the next day demanding from the doer a change in the form of reversal of the previous day’s action or an improvement of it. No one cribs about the change that is necessitated by his/her actions at that busy period of his/her life.  Also many wish for a change from the daily humdrum of life, from the wearisome constancy of work such as staring into the computer screen or attending to the small chores of cleaning, washing, dusting, cooking, driving etc. One yearns for change for the betterment of one’s life style, for the augmentation of one’s income, for rise in one’s stature- in short for one’s upward mobility in all respects.  The politician is ready to change sides if that would assure him a lift up in the political space of the party he embraces. There is no ideology or principle involved in changing side; it is sheer desire for moving forward in one’s social and political circle. Robert Brault gives an apt analogy about change which he designates as ‘the other side’ : “A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead and dreams of a faraway place. A traveler on the plane sees the farmhouse below and dreams of home.” It is the desire for change that makes voters vote out incumbent party and vote in, the opposition. In US it oscillates between Democrats and Republicans, in UK between Conservatives and Labour /Liberals, in India between NDA and UPA- between rightist and leftists, or between right of Centre and Left of Centre.
But when we grow old when our services are no longer needed on a quotidian routine, we begin to feel the change that we had accepted all along is no longer welcome. The world seems moving while we, the retirees have become supernumeraries. The change from an active life to a quiescent life heralds a change in our attitudes and approach to life. Looking at the next generation caught in the hurly burly of life , we forget our own past when we had enjoyed  being caught up in the whirling, tumultuous vortex of life and wonder where all these fretful fever and stir for ch,ange will land them! While in retirement we find a sudden urge towards prayers and meditations, visits to temples and gurudwaras, to holy places and lectures by men in red ochre or saffron robes to display our artificially induced sense of calmness as opposed to the state of agitation and movement that Gen next is in.  Why this frenzy for change to a new pursuit of yoga and religiosity, when all one needs is a cessation of all desire for change?  New fashions, new hairstyles, new gadgets, new music, new art forms, new dance are frowned upon by the older generation, as they sit and rock  in their easy chairs  for  they love to be rooted to the  changeless idiom of the times they grew up. “Crazy generation” is the epithet we bestow on the Gen next, saying it has no time to enjoy leisure, to cultivate taste for arts and aesthetics, where taste is limited to the savouring of the past.  “Don’t change” is the new mantra for the old who spends all the time in nostalgia about the great past. Oh! What a change has come over us in our old age when we desire changelessness.
This is because we have forgotten what our wise sages from very ancient times had written about change, the recognition of its inevitable recurrence in our life and the need to confront it with courage and dignity. The Brahmanas ( the prose treatises on sacrifices and worship) and the Upanishads (the philosophical treatises) speak about change that comes as we grow in years with reference to our attitude to religion. The Upanishads recognize that religion of a man (here used in the generic sense) cannot be and ought not to be the same throughout one’s life. With the growth of mind, the childhood ideas change and so do the perspectives. This process continues as life progresses through various stages. The first characteristic that overlooks rituals and sacrifices signals freedom of thinking, free from all the orthodoxy that surrounds the sacrificial rituals connected with worship. It liberates thoughts from action and thus makes free thinking the highest form of divine worship. It is freedom of thought that leads to the unique feature of the Vedanta philosophy that the ideas of an old man are different from those of a child or a grown up adult. The first stage of growth from childhood to boyhood is marked by disciplined learning where the young learner is a passive recipient of knowledge from his teachers. The second is that of the householder who follows without questioning the duties prescribed by the Manusmriti and the religious law books. The third is when he goes grey and having finished his duties leaves the family and seeks to meditate with freedom, the problems of life and death. When the evening of his life comes, he gives up all non­essentials (most religious differences arise out of the non-essentials) and clings to solid eternal truths that, he expects, will carry him through to the end. This is when he reads the Upanishads or learns its doctrines from a learned teacher and develops free thinking to understand the true relationship between Brahman and Atman-the Oversoul and the living soul. The exoteric(the external rituals)  is given up and only the esoteric (the core inner truth)remains as the guiding light of his last moments. The Upanishads that form the last part of Vedanta do not mention the prayers or the Gods or the rituals enunciated in the Samhitas and the Brahmanas but traces back to the happy unconsciousness of a child’s faith in the Supreme One.

 The four stages – childhood, boyhood, youth and adult manhood –are a testimony to change that is at the core of existence.