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Naïve Realism

 


“The offence of sedition cannot be invoked to minister to the wounded vanity of the governments,” declared the judge who granted bail to 22-year-old Disha Ravi recently. Disha was arrested on charges of sedition. She was supposedly working with Greta Thunberg to undermine the Indian government! The only thing that she did which provoked the government was to support the enduring farmers’ agitation.

Disha is just one among hundreds of people being victimised in India merely because they have wounded the vanity of the government. The vanity of the present Indian government comes from what psychology and philosophy call naïve realism.

Naïve realism is the belief that one’s view of events is unbiased and correct and when others disagree they must be wrong. Naïve realists assume that those who disagree with them are uninformed, irrational and biased. A whole lot of politicians in the ruling party in India now seem to be naïve realists with vanities wounded by the ghosts of history.

“Under Prime Minister Narendra Modi, sedition charges have been deployed as a clear tool of intimidation,” The Washington Post wrote while discussing Disha Ravi’s bail. The Post added that “96 percent of sedition cases filed against 405 Indians for criticizing politicians and government officials were registered after 2014, when Modi assumed power.”

The naïve realists of the ruling Bharatiya Janata Party have degraded Indian democracy to such an extent that the latest Freedom House democracy report listed India as a “partly free” country. Indians are not free in Modi’s regime, not even free to express opinions, let alone eat what you like or wear the dress of your choice. The BJP has a simple worldview in which India is the greatest country, Indian pantheon has the only true gods, and Narendra Modi is the saviour of the country and its gods. Anyone who questions that is a traitor. As simple as that. As naïve as that.

We know – or should know – that reality is never so simple as to bestow all truths to any one individual however long and white his beard may be growing. Reality is an intricate complexity. Mysteries inside enigmas, if one may borrow Churchill’s analogy. Anyone who approaches reality with the notion that his own view is the only right view is fit to be in a lunatic asylum though he may be sitting in the king’s throne. For all sane people, perception must be marked by two qualities: openness and awareness.

The moment you blindly believe certain scriptures written centuries ago as the foundation of all truths, you have closed your mind to living truths. How can any awareness enter into a mind that is closed once and for all to new realities, new possibilities, inevitable changes?

Writing about naïve realism decades ago, Bertrand Russell observed, “We think that grass is green, that stones are hard, and that snow is cold. But physics assures us that the greenness of grass, the hardness of stones, and the coldness of snow are not the greenness of grass, the hardness of stones, and the coldness of snow that we know in our own experience, but something very different.”

Reality is not what we think it is, in simple words. Reality is not just what we perceive. Truth is multi-dimensional. If you insist on looking through a peephole at a minute fraction of a colossal entity and claim that what you see is the only and entire truth… well, you need to check your vanity for the number of wounds on it. At least.

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  1. Naïve realism is the sad reality of today's government. You correctly pointed out the facts.
    Deepika Sharma

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    1. People choose to be dumb sometimes. We live in one such historic times.

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  2. Yes, being a naive person myself I whole heartedly supported BJP in 2014. But within two years I was totally disillusioned and completely vexed when they started reconverting people through Ghar Wapsi and started telling people whom to marry and also banned Beef. India is in for troubled times.

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    1. You mentioned a few of the evils - the tip of the iceberg.

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  3. You have hit the nail right on its head. The ruling party and its leaders won't change but we can avoid Naive Realism in our own thought processes and dealing with the other ones. And we should.

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  4. A very good post mirroring the reality of the times!

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  5. This is a poignant portrayal of the draconian era that Indian democracy is facing currently. Your article puts facts as facts and makes one think of the grave times ahead.

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    1. We are faced with dark days in many ways. The pandemic is an additional burden.

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  6. I read your post first thing in the morning and it reads like a wake up call. When the power of social media is employed to perpetuate naive realism, it becomes harder to resist its lure.
    That is why posts like this one should be written and read.
    Thank you.

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    1. Glad you endorse my way of looking at reality and writing about it. Most writers today prefer expediency or siding with those in power.

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  7. Naive realism wasn't this prominent until a few years ago, although it has existed across ages. With the current situation of the pandemic in the country, naive realism has reached alarming heights. Not just with the government but even with their blind followers.

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    1. Indeed. Thinking people are being victimized today like in medieval Europe. We are so obsessed with the past that we have really reached there!

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