This cartoon fascinated me. Just like most cartoons in The Hindu, this too unfolds the infinity before us, the ordinary mortals.
The sadhu and the sadhvi are supposed to live a life of renunciation. They should be somewhere in the Himalayas braving the snow and the landslides. Or in some jungle covered with a gargantuan anthill. Acquiring the wisdom that they failed to acquire in the normal course of life. Instead they are in the Indian Parliament calling some Indians bastards.
The Parliamentary proceedings in India have been stalled for days because of one such saintly woman who became a sadhvi by climbing up the elevator of success with the help of the Prime Minister rather than climbing up the arduous stairs of austerity and contemplation. Or plain hard work like a few of us Indians.
In the meanwhile the government of India, under Mr Modi’s dynamic leadership, had already cut down Rs 11,000 crore from the Education budget. Education is not important. Becoming a sadhu or a sadhvi may help. (Sanskrit is important in that process.) Becoming a trader will help better. Becoming a politician will surely help.
I am a bastard teacher in this country. Bastard, because I belong to that category officially designated by Sadhvi Niranjana Jyoti, Union Minister appointed by Mr Narendra Modi. Teacher, because that is my profession for the last three decades.
Thank you, Prime Minister, for giving such wonderful laurels to your citizens.
But look at the cartoon once again, please. The halo keeps changing even before the people are dead. Today’s hero is destined to be tomorrow’s bastard, especially in your regime.