Skip to main content

Who’s Modi scared of?

 

Modi admiring himself at Madame Tussauds

Narendra Modi is a coward and a weakling. Otherwise he would not get people arrested for as flimsy reasons as putting up posters that read: “Modi ji hamare bachon ki vaccine videsh kyon bhej diya (Why did you send our children’s vaccines abroad?)” A lot of people have been arrested in India from 2014 for criticising Modi. Many have had their offices raided by various central government agencies or harassed in surreptitious ways. A few have even disappeared. Who is Mr Modi scared of?

India’s first Prime Minister was a man who warned the nation against his own potential for dictatorship. In 1937, an article published in Modern Review described the then president of the Congress (Jawaharlal Nehru) as having “all the makings of a dictator in him – vast organisational capacity, ability, hardness, and, with all his love of the crowd, an intolerance of others and a certain contempt for the weak and the inefficient.” The article was written by Chanakya which turned out to be Nehru’s own pseudonym. Nehru was his own critic. He encouraged others to criticise him too so that he would have proper self-knowledge and not a bloated ego.

Bloated ego is Modi’s problem. And he cannot afford to deflate it. Only those who have some substance within can afford to lose their inflated image. When your heroic claims about your boyhood are false, when your academic degree is false, when your credentials are all fake, you can’t afford to live without a scintillating façade built with propaganda of all sorts. Anyone who questions any of that propaganda is a serious threat and will be eliminated one way or another.

Modi’s real enemies are not his critics but himself. The same is true of his sidekick, Amit Shah, another infinitely bloated ego who will use an excavator where a garden rake would do. Both Modi and Shah are counterfeit personalities that are scared of their own realities, their own inner demons. But they conceal their cowardice with 56-inch breastplates forged with exquisite propaganda.

Such people won’t learn from their mistakes. Why seven years, even seventy, won’t teach them any lesson. They are just incapable of learning from the past, incapable of understanding the reality around them, and incapable of drawing right conclusions about the future. They have hypnotised themselves. No one can argue with them just because they regard themselves to be godly or greater. Their end will come just once, the last doom that spares none, and when it does come it will be catastrophic.

But why should a nation of 1.3 billion people endure all sorts of agonies because of the ego of one person and the ego of that one person’s sidekick? This is called destiny. You can call it your karma if you wish. After all you elected them, didn’t you?

 

Comments

  1. Yes, we elected them and that's why we deserve them only. It's our Karma for sure. As we sow so shall we reap.

    ReplyDelete
  2. You have managed to put into words which most of us are thinking!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. More of us should articulate our dissent, I think.

      Delete
  3. When the ruler is blind , undoubtedly the subjects suffer . But here the elected representatives act as if they rule for eternity to come! And India , today is witnessing it's darkest phase in democracy, thanks to us for bringing upon it ourselves.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm astounded by the large number of Indians who still endorse the present regime's ways.

      Delete
  4. Our national breakdown is now exposing Modi’s incompetence and recklessness.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. But the man won't own up. Even if he would (an impossibility, but let's just assume), his devotees won't let him. They will keep repeating that it is the mistake of the nation, not Modi's. Modi cannot err.

      Delete
    2. Because to err is human whereas Modi is divine (or super-human or whatever) in the eyes of himself as well as his devotees.

      Delete
  5. why you are not blaming China for the virus? Leftists have hidden agenda.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yeah, China created a virus before the 2014 Indian elections so that India would elect a demogogue whose antics would entertain the world.

      Delete
  6. This time it could be different. A person will dance,clap and make merry so long as he himself is not affected.Now, the mishandling of the pandemic has affected too many people and the worst is yet to come...

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. The worst is yet to come - that's the scariest part. The journey has been terrible for quite long now. And the worst is yet to come!

      Delete

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

The Little Girl

The Little Girl is a short story by Katherine Mansfield given in the class 9 English course of NCERT. Maggie gave an assignment to her students based on the story and one of her students, Athena Baby Sabu, presented a brilliant job. She converted the story into a delightful comic strip. Mansfield tells the story of Kezia who is the eponymous little girl. Kezia is scared of her father who wields a lot of control on the entire family. She is punished severely for an unwitting mistake which makes her even more scared of her father. Her grandmother is fond of her and is her emotional succour. The grandmother is away from home one day with Kezia's mother who is hospitalised. Kezia gets her usual nightmare and is terrified. There is no one at home to console her except her father from whom she does not expect any consolation. But the father rises to the occasion and lets the little girl sleep beside him that night. She rests her head on her father's chest and can feel his heart...

The Ghost of a Banyan Tree

  Image from here Fiction Jaichander Varma could not sleep. It was past midnight and the world outside Jaichander Varma’s room was fairly quiet because he lived sufficiently far away from the city. Though that entailed a tedious journey to his work and back, Mr Varma was happy with his residence because it afforded him the luxury of peaceful and pure air. The city is good, no doubt. Especially after Mr Modi became the Prime Minister, the city was the best place with so much vikas. ‘Where’s vikas?’ Someone asked Mr Varma once. Mr Varma was offended. ‘You’re a bloody antinational mussalman who should be living in Pakistan ya kabristan,’ Mr Varma told him bluntly. Mr Varma was a proud Indian which means he was a Hindu Brahmin. He believed that all others – that is, non-Brahmins – should go to their respective countries of belonging. All Muslims should go to Pakistan and Christians to Rome (or is it Italy? Whatever. Get out of Bharat Mata, that’s all.) The lower caste Hindus co...

Emergency - then and now

  When Indira Gandhi imposed a draconian Emergency on India 50 years ago on this day (25 June), I had just completed the first train journey of my life and started an entirely different kind of life. I had just joined a seminary as what they call an ‘aspirant’. One of the notice boards of the seminary always displayed the front page of an English newspaper – The Indian Express , if I recall correctly. I was only beginning to read English publications and so the headlines about Emergency didn’t really catch my attention. Since no one discussed politics in the seminary, it took me all of six months to understand the severity of the situation in the country. When I was travelling back home for Christmas vacation, the posters on the roadsides caught my attention. That’s how I began to take note of what was happening in the name of Emergency. A 15-year-old schoolboy doesn’t really understand the demise of democracy. It took me a few years and a lot of hindsight to realise the gravit...

Goodbye, Little Ones

They were born under my care, tiny throbs of life, eyes still shut to the world. They grew up under my constant care. I changed their bed and the sheets regularly making sure they were always warm and comfortable. When one of them didn’t open her eyes after a fortnight of her birth, I rang up my cousin who is a vet and got the appropriate prescription that gave her the light of day in just two days. I watched each one of them stumble through their first steps. Today they were adopted. I personally took them to their new home, a tiny house of a family that belongs to the class that India calls BPL [Below Poverty Line]. I didn’t know them at all until I stopped my car a little away from their small house, at the nearest spot my car could possibly reach. They lived in another village altogether, some 15 km from mine. Sometimes 15 km can make a world of difference. A man who looked as old as me had come to my house in the late afternoon. “I’d like to adopt your kittens,” he said. He...