Skip to main content

We must be happy as a nation



In Plato’s Republic, Socrates compares the government to a shepherd. The government takes care of the citizens as a shepherd takes care of his sheep. Thrasymachus, another philosopher and a character in Plato’s book, rubbishes the analogy. The shepherd does take care of his sheep, says Thrasymachus. But for what? (1) To fleece them, and (2) to eat them. In the discourse that follows Thrasymachus argues that what passes for social justice is in fact a collection of laws and customs maintained by the ruling class for its own advantage.
Cynical as I am, I would not have given much credence to Thrasymachus until Mr Modi and his team started governing India. Many governments in India prior to Modi’s were also marked by corruption of all sorts. There is little that is surprising in that. Corruption is an integral part of politics. Even governments which were supposedly guided by divine revelations – like the Christian ones in the West or the Islamic ones in the Middle East – were marked by remarkably brutal levels of corruption. Even God could not safeguard governments from corruptibility.
Perhaps, God adds to the problem. The secular governments in India – or, for that matter, anywhere in the world – were far less vicious than the religious ones. Today India is governed by a political party whose principles emerge from a religion. And the results are more disastrous.

Millions of Indians are likely to end up in what BJP’s India calls “detention centres”. As many as ten such centres are already functional in the country and many more are being constructed. Are we moving in the direction of Hitler’s Germany? Possibly. The government calls this justice.
This is precisely what Thrasymachus meant. The justice practised by the BJP is safeguarding the interests of one group of people in the country. That group is the majority of citizens and they are happy. If they are happy the nation is happy. Because we are a democracy. The government can be certain to get the support of the majority because of this one reason alone. People are selfish and the government is exploiting that selfishness for its own political purposes. The government calls it justice. It sounds nice.
What happened in Delhi last week will prove beyond any doubt that it’s nothing about justice. The people who enjoy the government’s support looted the properties of the others and ejected them from their own homes. These people think that they can slowly appropriate everything belonging to the other people. New social justice!
But don’t forget that the government is not magnanimous to let you take it all. The government is the shepherd. Fleecing and killing will come to you in the due course of time. Just wait.
Plato’s Thrasymachus went much beyond this. I’m not going into all the details. But just one more point. Justice, as a moral principle, is purely an illusion.  Yes, the Greek philosopher says that in Plato’s Republic. It is an illusion invoked by the weak to protect themselves against the strong, whom otherwise they would be only too happy to imitate.
In other words, injustice, exploitation of others, grabbing their property, is what most of us will practise given a chance. The pre-Modi governments gave that chance to less people. Now more, a sizeably significant section of the citizens, have the chance. So we must be happy as a nation!


Comments

  1. Cynical but true. I hope Modi’s version of Hindu Nation will not happen because many Hindus have their versions and all want power. Vegetarianism will be opposed. Depriving certain classes of Hindus their rights will be difficult. Hindutva could not keep BJP-Shiv Sena together in Maharashtra.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I think Modi and his lieutenant Shah will achieve the Hindu Rashtra by hook or by crook. See how dissent is suppressed and rebels are made to vanish. See how people of one particular religion are being eliminated systematically. See how non -BJP-ruled states are deprived of a lot of their rights.

      Delete
    2. Happen to read some of your blogs. extensive writing. Large wisdom.
      Nice.
      Paul, Global TV 98441 82044

      Delete
  2. Did you realize there's a 12 word phrase you can say to your partner... that will trigger intense emotions of love and impulsive appeal to you deep within his heart?

    Because deep inside these 12 words is a "secret signal" that triggers a man's instinct to love, idolize and care for you with his entire heart...

    12 Words That Trigger A Man's Love Instinct

    This instinct is so hardwired into a man's brain that it will drive him to try better than ever before to take care of you.

    As a matter of fact, fueling this all-powerful instinct is so important to having the best ever relationship with your man that once you send your man a "Secret Signal"...

    ...You will immediately notice him open his soul and mind to you in such a way he's never experienced before and he will distinguish you as the one and only woman in the universe who has ever truly tempted him.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Adventures of Toto as a comic strip

  'The Adventures of Toto' is an amusing story by Ruskin Bond. It is prescribed as a lesson in CBSE's English course for class 9. Maggie asked her students to do a project on some of the lessons and Femi George's work is what I would like to present here. Femi converted the story into a beautiful comic strip. Her work will speak for itself and let me present it below.  Femi George Student of Carmel Public School, Vazhakulam, Kerala Similar post: The Little Girl

Sanjay and other loyalists

AI-generated illustration Some people, especially those in politics, behave as if they are too great to have any contact with the ordinary folk. And they can get on with whoever comes to power on top irrespective of their ideologies and principles. Sanjay was one such person. He occupied some high places in Sawan school [see previous posts, especially P and Q ] merely because he knew how to play his cards more dexterously than ordinary politicians. Whoever came as principal, Sanjay would be there in the elite circle. He seemed to hold most people in contempt. His respect was reserved for the gentry. I belonged to the margins of Sawan society, in Sanjay’s assessment. So we hardly talked to each other. Looking back, I find it quite ludicrous to realise that Sanjay and I lived on the same campus 24x7 for a decade and a half without ever talking to each other except for official purposes.      Towards the end of our coexistence, Sawan had become a veritable hell. Power supply to the

Thomas the Saint

AI-generated image His full name was Thomas Augustine. He was a Catholic priest. I knew him for a rather short period of my life. When I lived one whole year in the same institution with him, I was just 15 years old. I was a trainee for priesthood and he was many years my senior. We both lived in Don Bosco school and seminary at a place called Tirupattur in Tamil Nadu. He was in charge of a group of boys like me. Thomas had little to do with me directly as I was under the care of another in-charge. But his self-effacing ways and angelic smile drew me to him. He was a living saint all the years I knew him later. When he became a priest and was in charge of a section of a Don Bosco institution in Kochi, I met him again and his ways hadn’t changed an iota. You’d think he was a reincarnation of Jesus if you met him personally. You won’t be able to meet him anymore. He passed away a few years ago. One of the persons whom I won’t ever forget, can’t forget as long as the neurons continu

William and the autumn of life

William and I were together only for one year, but our friendship has grown stronger year after year. The duration of that friendship is going to hit half a century. In the meanwhile both he and I changed many places. William was in Kerala when I was in Shillong. He was in Ireland when I was in Delhi. Now I am in Kerala where William is planning to migrate back. We were both novices of a religious congregation for one year at Kotagiri in Tamil Nadu. He was older than me by a few years and far more mature too. But we shared a cordial rapport which kept us in touch though we went in unexpected directions later. William’s conversations had the same pattern back then and now too. I’d call it Socratic. He questions a lot of things that you say with the intention of getting to the depth of the matter. The last conversation I had with him was when I decided to stop teaching. I mention this as an example of my conversations with William. “You are a good teacher. Why do you want to stop

Uriel the gargoyle-maker

Uriel was a multifaceted personality. He could stab with words, sting like Mike Tyson, and distort reality charmingly with the precision of a gifted cartoonist. He was sedate now and passionate the next moment. He could don the mantle of a carpenter, a plumber, or a mechanic, as situation demanded. He ran a school in Shillong in those days when I was there. That’s how I landed in the magic circle of his friendship. He made me a gargoyle. Gradually. When the refined side of human civilisation shaped magnificent castles and cathedrals, the darker side of the same homo sapiens gave birth to gargoyles. These grotesque shapes were erected on those beautiful works of architecture as if to prove that there is no human genius without a dash of perversion. In many parts of India, some such repulsive shape is placed in a prominent place of great edifices with the intention of warding off evil or, more commonly, the evil eye. I was Uriel’s gargoyle for warding off the evil eye from his sc