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Hardik Patel’s personal life has been made ‘viral’ by certain holier-than-thou Indians.  If anything, it underscores the hypocrisy that accompanies the Indian mindset like a holy cow.

India is a country that is governed by people with heinous criminal records.  We have no qualms about accepting as our heroes people who are worse swindlers than mafia dons.  Mass murderers are elevated to the stature of gods and temples are constructed for them.  But when it comes to sex, we have a quaint sense of morality.

Even Nehru has been drawn into the controversy and parallel are drawn between that great personality and Hardik Patel who is yet to prove anything except rabble-rousing skills.  Some BJP leaders even went to the ridiculous extent of posting pictures of Nehru hugging his own sister to show that he was a sex maniac. 

Nehru might have had extramarital affairs.  Extramarital affairs are not justifiable as they pose serious threats to family bonds and significant relationships.  Nevertheless, they are not criminal acts when they happen between mutually consenting adults.  In the case of Hardik Patel, there is no justification in taking to public his sexual relationships because he is a bachelor and he has every right to choose his sexual relationships within the limits of mutual consent between adults.

Why does India get scandalised by the young man’s dalliance?  Are we nation of voyeurs?  Isn’t it sheer hypocrisy to enjoy watching videos of other people having sex and then accuse them of immorality?  

Indians have this peculiar nature of peeping through keyholes and then pointing fingers at what happens behind them.  The habit is not restricted to sexual activities alone.  Indians enjoy eavesdropping and rumour-mongering.  Indians enjoy tarnishing other people’s reputations.  Indians enjoy belittling others.

The Indian obsession with the neighbour’s peccadilloes is as annoying as the Indian culture of dumping waste of all sorts (including one’s excreta) in public places. 

PS. Written for Indispire Edition 195: #theannoyingindian


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  1. जितेन्द्र माथुरNovember 17, 2017 at 4:11 PM

    I endorse each and every word of this post. It's truth and nothing but the whole truth.

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  2. UnknownNovember 21, 2017 at 12:47 AM

    don't think we should be generalizing like this and also only highlight India to be having such issue. I guess this is a problem almost everywhere. I have seen such issues mostly in small cities where people have more free time at their disposal.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 22, 2017 at 6:00 PM

      Gujarat is a small cities, I guess 🙄😶😉😆

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