Fiction
Amit
remembered his math teacher speaking about absurd equations as he lay on the
street beaten black and blue by the moral police. (a+b)(a-b) = a2-b2-1 is
an absurd equation, for example, the teacher had said. It has no valid solution.
No valid
solution. Amit mumbled to himself as he
sat on the roadside looking at the bruises on his body inflicted by some upper
caste men who claimed to be defenders of Bharatiya culture.
The colours of
Holi concealed the bruises.
What wrong did
he do? He had just put a pinch of the Holi
colours on Shyam, his boyhood friend.
They were classmates in school.
Long ago. He used to help Shyam
with mathematics. One of those days,
years ago, as children, they hugged each other on the occasion of Holi. Shyam’s father slapped Amit for that.
“You filthy
untouchable! How dare you hug my son,
the son of a Brahmin?” Shyam’s father
thundered. His eyes burnt with
hatred. It was just a day after the math
teacher had spoken about absurd equations.
Amit was a
brilliant student and the teacher was fond of him. The teacher was a Brahmin too. But he never wore the sacred thread of the
Brahmins. “Mathematics is incompatible
with Brahmanism,” said the teacher when Amit asked him once about it. He was a kind man, the teacher. Unlike other teachers. And most unlike all the Brahmins Amit knew.
“Why did god
create Dalits?” Amit asked the teacher one day.
The teacher
patted his back gently and smiled. “God
did not create anything. Man did.”
Amit passed
high school with brilliant marks. He got
job as a sweeper. His father could not
afford to educate him further. The
family needed money for food.
It was twenty
years later that Amit met Shyam. He had
just got down from a huge car. When Amit
saw his old friend he forgot everything else.
He rushed to him and rubbed a pinch of Holi colour on his cheek. Shyam was a little stunned but he smiled. It was then the group which called itself the
moral police approached them. They
started beating Amit with the sticks they were carrying. “How dare you?” That’s all what they asked while they beat
him again and again. Shyam had vanished
from the spot when it was all over and Amit lay on the street with bruises all
over his body and the Holi colours smearing the bruises.
“Poverty is
the biggest crime.” Amit remembered his
math teacher telling him once. “If you
are rich, your caste won’t matter.
Nothing will matter. Not even the
crimes you’ll commit.”
The people in
the moral police were not rich. Amit
knew it. But they could commit crimes
too with impunity. It’s not about
riches. No, there’s something else that
gives such power to these people.
Absurd
equations. “Why did you write minus one,
sir?” Amit had asked. “Couldn’t it be
minus anything? Any number?”
“One by one,”
the teacher said. “One by one is how the
elimination will take place, my boy. One by one.”
Amit did not
understand that. But it sounded ominous.
The way the teacher had said it made it sound ominously prophetic.
Amit woke up
from his thoughts by the sound of an uproar from the roof of the mosque that
stood a few yards away. Some people had
mounted the roof with saffron flags.
They were shouting slogans which hailed the BJP. The party had just won the state assembly
elections.
One by one.
Amit saw the gloom in the eyes of his math teacher.
“Yogi
Aditynath is likely to be the CM.” Someone was telling his companions as they
walked towards the mosque.
Yogi Adityanath
was a math graduate, Amit knew. The yogi
was a master of absurd equations, Amit knew.
One by one.
BJP Politics.Congress politics.I can't say what's the ultimate best.But our politicians belonged of these two groups are living great at any time with their own adjustments.Maybe that's ultimate politics.
ReplyDeleteYes. They get the best of everything irrespective of party. That's the best about politics. Fools fight for them.
DeleteCurrent politics is the best example of absurd equation.... nice post... liked reading it and read couple more times...
ReplyDeleteGlad you found it worthy of re-reading.
DeleteToo good .
ReplyDeleteVery true rich people can afford any thing,even they belong to any cast creed or community.and todays politics are just a game for every parties sir,they have one way to make money,they give equal chance to their opposite parties.
ReplyDeletePoliticians are cronies irrespective of parties. Their public quarrels are just to make fools of people. We are all fools anyway!
DeleteOne by one - that's right. We are inhabiting a world that is growing in terms of absurdity and we are feeding that absurdity. It is getting scarier but by the time people realize the consequences of their own actions, it will be too late.
ReplyDeleteWe are reminded of Hitler's Germany. There are a lot of parallels.
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