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Why I am opposed to Mr Modi



I have been asked again and again why I hate Mr Narendra Modi. The most basic answer is I don’t hate him. I don’t hate anybody because I know that hatred will corrode my goodness. I’m opposed to Mr Modi’s worldview. That’s not hatred; I’m sure people will understand or try to understand that essential difference.

India has now become a country where even that difference is not quite understood. Anyone who questions Modi is portrayed as antinational if not a traitor by an incredibly large number of people among whom I’m quite surprised to find highly educated and very intelligent people too. Modi has created that situation. That’s part of his personality disorder; he is a narcissist and he knows how to veil that narcissism efficiently beneath the veneer of religious nationalism (a very dangerous though potent concoction).

His worldview is highly tainted by the same disorder. In a healthier political system Modi would have been a struggler on the sideline. India’s political system was vitiated over a long period of time by various rulers most of whom belonged to the Congress Party. Modi knew how to convert that fact to his advantage. There is nothing wrong in using a situation to one’s advantage. But a person who rises to the highest post in the country should have certain basic personal integrity and a noble worldview. Modi lacks both.

He uses nefarious strategies to project himself as a hero. Discontented people lap up all that propaganda assuming that they have a messiah in the person of Modi. But what Modi is doing actually is to divide the country into two broad groups: one supporting an ideology labelled Hindutva and the other opposing it. He has cleverly succeeded in equating Hindutva with Hinduism while the two are as different as chalk and cheese.

Modi has made hatred the official policy of the nation. That’s the most fundamental reason why I’m opposed to him. His worldview is based on hatred and little else. All the slogans he hurls at us like raging meteors in his eloquent speeches are nothing more than clanging cymbals and reverberating kettledrums. Hatred remains the only foundation of his worldview. That hatred has permeated the entire air of the nation. So much so that the one who questions that policy of hatred is labelled as the hater!






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  1. Abhiram RamachandranFebruary 26, 2019 at 9:44 PM

    Simply loved it! :)

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  2. Harsh Wardhan JogFebruary 26, 2019 at 10:22 PM

    Agree with you

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  3. Abhijit RayFebruary 28, 2019 at 9:37 AM

    I disagree with you. Modi has many positives and many negatives. On the positive side he is honest and hardworking and development oriented. On the negative side he is aloof, he is rigid and does not open up with people as much, this leads to misunderstanding. At this point in time of our nation, I would prefer a leader who delivers though disliked compared to a polite but indecisive leader.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 28, 2019 at 7:24 PM

      His aloofness and rigidity and elevated distance from people are all signs of his narcissism, a serious disorder.

      I've waited for 5 years to see tangible signs of the much-vaunted development and got a lot of ads about it.

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    2. ShailendraMarch 1, 2019 at 2:32 PM

      on the contrary, he is the most connected PM, india ever had. Yes aloofness is there with certain section of media and in academia and that is more prevalent in society. They influence of this section is now challenged by direct connection to people.

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    3. Tomichan MatheikalMarch 1, 2019 at 3:03 PM

      Most connected by international tours!

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