Skip to main content

Enemies

 

I was planning to take a holiday from my #WriteAPageADay commitment today when a friend’s message on WhatsApp woke me up this morning with the blow of a sledgehammer. The message was sent last night. As I am an early sleeper, it got my attention only this morning. And I decided that the message demanded more than a personal response, because I’m being bombarded with similar views from many sources these days.

The crux of the message is this: As times change, politics need change too. Congress has lost itself. Marxism is redundant now. The right-wing politics of BJP is the ideal option for today’s India. “If the majority Muslim countries can be declared Islamist, India (Bharat) can also declare herself Hindu Rashtra.”

The message was written and sent by a Christian who is the principal of a Christian school in Bengaluru. He is a knowledgeable person with a doctorate in English literature, the morality of Thomas Hardy’s fatalism being his specialisation.

I read his message lying in bed well before 5 o’clock, as I usually do every morning with all electronic messages of the previous night. I not only go to bed early but also wake up early. [Has it made me healthier, wealthier and wiser? Well!] The message stole my morning contemplation and I decided to ‘write a page’ today too.

The first image that the message drove to my consciousness was that of the nationalist demagogue in Michael Dibdin’s novel Dead Lagoon: “There can be no true friends without true enemies. Unless we hate what we are not, we cannot love what we are.”

What draws my Christian friend to the BJP is his hatred of Muslims, as far as I have managed to gauge it. The BJP hates Muslims, my friend hates Muslims. They have a common enemy. So they are friends. [My friend’s hatred of Muslims stems from his few years of employment in a Gulf country where he was subjected to various afflictions that normally accompany Muslim fundamentalism.]

“For people seeking identity and reinventing ethnicity, enemies are essential,” says Samuel P Huntington in The Clash of Civilizations [from where I borrowed the Dibdin quote too]. The BJP is seeking an ethnic identity which allegedly was stolen from them by the Mughals and then the British. My friend is joining them because of his personal hatred of Muslims.

There is not much difference between personal hatred of a community and national hatred of the same community except that the latter will create more havoc.

Hatred is the foundation of ethnic quests. I can understand my friend’s personal hatred of a community, especially since that community had made his life miserable for some time. I too don’t have any soft corner for that community, particularly because of their approach to social reality, an approach that is no different from the ghetto mentality of their enemies, the Jews. 

Philosopher Nietzsche said

We all tend to become like our enemies. None other than philosopher Nietzsche said that. My friend’s statement that if Muslims can make Islamist nations, then India should be a Hindu Rashtra is the natural outcome of a hate-based weltanschauung. My friend has become just like his enemies. My country is on the way. That is the tragedy which I keep trying to avert through my writings. Sorry for repetitions of the same theme in different words.

Comments

  1. Unity in diversity is preferred against diversity in unity.
    One country, one religion, one party will kill all creativity and cultural richness. It will bore one to death if not by hate.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. They will give you a lot of entertainment even if we ever become a homogeneous nation (which isn't as easy as they imagine). They will find new csuses to fight for- Vishnu vs Shiva, for instance.

      Delete
  2. Hari OM
    What is happening in India (and, indeed, other nations) is itself a hateful thing. If such energy as is put into this hatred were to be focused on productivity or environment, imagine what could be achieved! Keep replaying your 'tune', my friend, for it is a classic. YAM xx

    ReplyDelete
  3. It's never wise to seek out enemies. Religion is getting so weird lately. Of course, that's a power move. Too many organizations are seeking out power through whatever means they can.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. The easiest way to power is by creating some enemies in god's name. India has proved it yet again.

      Delete
  4. Gosh I'm not sure what is wrong with people? Why can't they live and let live?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. They won't, Cindy. Fighting is in the human DNA. If there's no cause for a quarrel, they'll invent one.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Ayodhya: Kingdom of Sorrows

T he Sarayu carried more tears than water. Ayodhya was a sad kingdom. Dasaratha was a good king. He upheld dharma – justice and morality – as best as he could. The citizens were apparently happy. Then, one day, it all changed. One person is enough to change the destiny of a whole kingdom. Who was that one person? Some say it was Kaikeyi, one of the three official wives of Dasaratha. Some others say it was Manthara, Kaikeyi’s chief maid. Manthara was a hunchback. She was the caretaker of Kaikeyi right from the latter’s childhood; foster mother, so to say, because Kaikeyi had no mother. The absence of maternal influence can distort a girl child’s personality. With a foster mother like Manthara, the distortion can be really bad. Manthara was cunning, selfish, and morally ambiguous. A severe physical deformity can make one worse than all that. Manthara was as devious and manipulative as a woman could be in a men’s world. Add to that all the jealousy and ambition that insecure peo...

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...

Bharata: The Ascetic King

Bharata is disillusioned yet again. His brother, Rama the ideal man, Maryada Purushottam , is making yet another grotesque demand. Sita Devi has to prove her purity now, years after the Agni Pariksha she arranged for herself long ago in Lanka itself. Now, when she has been living for years far away from Rama with her two sons Luva and Kusha in the paternal care of no less a saint than Valmiki himself! What has happened to Rama? Bharata sits on the bank of the Sarayu with tears welling up in his eyes. Give me an answer, Sarayu, he said. Sarayu accepted Bharata’s tears too. She was used to absorbing tears. How many times has Rama come and sat upon this very same bank and wept too? Life is sorrow, Sarayu muttered to Bharata. Even if you are royal descendants of divinity itself. Rama had brought the children Luva and Kusha to Ayodhya on the day of the Ashvamedha Yagna which he was conducting in order to reaffirm his sovereignty and legitimacy over his kingdom. He didn’t know they w...

Liberated

Fiction - parable Vijay was familiar enough with soil and the stones it turns up to realise that he had struck something rare.   It was a tiny stone, a pitch black speck not larger than the tip of his little finger. It turned up from the intestine of the earth while Vijay was digging a pit for the biogas plant. Anand, the scientist from the village, got the stone analysed in his lab and assured, “It is a rare object.   A compound of carbonic acid and magnesium.” Anand and his fellow scientists believed that it must be a fragment of a meteoroid that hit the earth millions of years ago.   “Very rare indeed,” concluded the scientist. Now, it’s plain commonsense that something that’s very rare indeed must be very valuable too. All the more so if it came from the heavens. So Vijay got the village goldsmith to set it on a gold ring.   Vijay wore the ring proudly on his ring finger. Nobody, in the village, however bothered to pay any homage to Vijay’s...

Empuraan – Review

Revenge is an ancient theme in human narratives. Give a moral rationale for the revenge and make the antagonist look monstrously evil, then you have the material for a good work of art. Add to that some spices from contemporary politics and the recipe is quite right for a hit movie. This is what you get in the Malayalam movie, Empuraan , which is running full houses now despite the trenchant opposition to it from the emergent Hindutva forces in the state. First of all, I fail to understand why so much brouhaha was hollered by the Hindutvans [let me coin that word for sheer convenience] who managed to get some 3 minutes censored from the 3-hour movie. The movie doesn’t make any explicit mention of any of the existing Hindutva political parties or other organisations. On the other hand, Allahu Akbar is shouted menacingly by Islamic terrorists, albeit towards the end. True, the movie begins with an implicit reference to what happened in Gujarat in 2002 after the Godhra train burnin...