Skip to main content

The RSS and Paradoxes


The oldest racist organisation in the world is all set to celebrate the centenary of its existence. The Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS) was founded in 1925 with the specific goal of unifying the Hindus in India under a religious and cultural banner. The Indian Independence struggle that was going on in full force at that time was no concern of the RSS. Though it gave the liberty to its individual members to take part in the struggle, the organisation’s official policy was to stay clear of it altogether. That was only one of the many paradoxical ironies that marked the RSS which was a nationalist organisation that cared little for the Independence of the nation.

Today, the Prime Minister of India is a man who was trained and nurtured by the RSS. Shashi Tharoor wrote a massive book on the paradoxes that underscore the personality of Mr Narendra Modi. The RSS and paradoxes go hand in hand, if we take Modi as a specimen of the organisation’s great achievements. Tharoor’s final assessment of Modi in that book is as a “narrow-minded, mean-spirited” man who cannot “rise above his sectarian political origins to the levels of statesmanship and good governance.” One could say the same thing about his roots, the RSS, too.

There is no deep vision that underlies the philosophy of the organisation. Expediency seems to be its only real guiding principle. Probably, Lord Krishna of the Mahabharata is their ultimate inspiration with his readiness to adopt unorthodox, pragmatic, and morally ambiguous methods to achieve dharmic goals. The rules of war were bent to suit his purposes, deception was practised whenever that suited him, ethical codes were reinterpreted, and even the nature was manipulated. The RSS and the entire right-wing in India do the same things today in the name of Sanatan Dharma.

One contemporary example. The cow became a religious totem in rather recent past of India’s history. Why? M S Golwalkar, one of the staunchest members of the RSS, told Varghese Kurian (quoted in his autobiography I Too Had a Dream) that the cow was a strategic symbol for unifying the Hindus. Expedient strategy, that’s all what the cow is in the end for the advocates of Hindutva. It is easy to manipulate people’s emotions with the help of some religious symbols. The cow, thus, became a religious symbol. If we look at the living conditions of the wandering cows in North India, we will understand how much love their militant protectors possess for them. 

The ostentatious temple built by the Modi government in the disputed land of Ayodhya has similarly nothing to do with spirituality; that is another expedient strategy for rousing people’s passions for a political cause.

Bhanwar Meghwanshi joined the RSS at the age of 13. Though he belonged to an untouchable caste, he rose to become a karyavah in the organisation’s rigid hierarchy, because of his passionate nationalist spirit. He hated Muslims with a venomous passion though he had never encountered a Muslim in his life personally. He joined thousands of karsevaks (volunteers) in Ayodhya. He participated in riots. Hindutva was an intoxication for him. Until the deep-seated falsehoods of his organisation disillusioned him totally. The RSS men were, in his own words, “petty, mean-minded, and hypocritical.” [In his autobiography I Could Not be Hindu]

While the RSS led to the loss of Bhanwar Meghwanshi’s religious faith, Shashi Tharoor succeeded in retaining his faith and went on to give us his reasons for it in his book Why I am a Hindu. Hinduism is “the only major religion in the world,” he says, “that does not claim to be the only true religion.” “Hinduism is a civilization,” he goes on, “not a dogma. Hinduism is a faith that allows each believer to stretch his or her imagination to a personal notion of the creative godhead of divinity….”

That Hinduism which is a great philosophy and a profound civilization has been straitjacketed by some “narrow-minded, mean-spirited” men in the RSS and its affiliate organisations. When the Sangh, as the RSS is known commonly in India, celebrates the centenary of its foundation, it can do well to contemplate on what they have done to a great tradition, a philosophy, a civilisation.

 

Comments

  1. I find a lot of things about religions quite complicated.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. They are complicated because there is no logic in religion, only dogmas and beliefs. And a whole continuum of emotions.

      Delete
  2. Hari OM
    Hmmm... I might point out the Ku Klux Klan is some sixty years older than the RSS, but that doesn't detract from the body of your message here. A key difference is the klan are seen as the terrorists they are and are now few in number. Somehow the RSS is accepted, even sanctioned.

    You say to Pradeep there is no logic in religion - certainly in the daily practice and ritualistic form, but I would defend Advaita Vedanta as a philosophy of profound logic. The problem lies, as with physics or astronomy or any advanced area of research, too few folk are prepared to do the work to make the discoveries availble to them - they wish only to be led, to be fed dogma and told what to believe, told that to question is a mistake, and, sadly, that paves the way for the sort of mess we now see. YAM xx

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes, Yam, as usual you have put my views into better perspective. Actually I know that the problem is not with religion but the practitioners. The manipulators, rather. My persistent problem is that most believers don't seem to understand their religion and they go by wild emotions. Logic is nowhere, let alone spiritual experience.

      Delete
  3. Reading your words after a long gap. The picture you've chosen to go with the text says it all. Have read the comments too. It boggles the mind to witness that which is being perpetuated in the name of religion today. The root cause for the growing blindness is --in Yamini's words--'they wish only to be led'.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Glad to see you here after a long time.

      I'm seriously concerned about what's happening in India these days. Little good...

      Delete
  4. This is such a terrible time. Worldwide. So many of these types of groups are currently flourishing.

    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

Indian Knowledge Systems

Shashi Tharoor wrote a massive book back in 2018 to explore the paradoxes that constitute the man called Narendra Modi. Paradoxes dominate present Indian politics. One of them is what’s called the Indian Knowledge Systems (IKS). What constitute the paradox here are two parallel realities: one genuinely valuable, and the other deeply regressive. The contributions of Aryabhata and Brahmagupta to mathematics, Panini to linguistics, Vedanta to philosophy, and Ayurveda to medicine are genuine traditions that may deserve due attention. But there’s a hijacked version of IKS which is a hilariously, if not villainously, political project. Much of what is now packaged as IKS in government documents, school curricula, and propaganda includes mythological claims treated as historical facts, pseudoscience (e.g., Ravana’s Pushpaka Vimana as a real aircraft or Ganesha’s trunk as a product of plastic surgery), astrology replacing astronomy, ritualism replacing reasoning, attempts to invent the r...

The Ugly Duckling

Source: Acting Company A. A. Milne’s one-act play, The Ugly Duckling , acquired a classical status because of the hearty humour used to present a profound theme. The King and the Queen are worried because their daughter Camilla is too ugly to get a suitor. In spite of all the devious strategies employed by the King and his Chancellor, the princess remained unmarried. Camilla was blessed with a unique beauty by her two godmothers but no one could see any beauty in her physical appearance. She has an exquisitely beautiful character. What use is character? The King asks. The play is an answer to that question. Character plays the most crucial role in our moral science books and traditional rhetoric, religious scriptures and homilies. When it comes to practical life, we look for other things such as wealth, social rank, physical looks, and so on. As the King says in this play, “If a girl is beautiful, it is easy to assume that she has, tucked away inside her, an equally beauti...

Waiting for the Mahatma

Book Review I read this book purely by chance. R K Narayan is not a writer whom I would choose for any reason whatever. He is too simple, simplistic. I was at school on Saturday last and I suddenly found myself without anything to do though I was on duty. Some duties are like that: like a traffic policeman’s duty on a road without any traffic! So I went up to the school library and picked up a book which looked clean. It happened to be Waiting for the Mahatma by R K Narayan. A small book of 200 pages which I almost finished reading on the same day. The novel was originally published in 1955, written probably as a tribute to Mahatma Gandhi and India’s struggle for independence. The edition that I read is a later reprint by Penguin Classics. Twenty-year-old Sriram is the protagonist though Gandhi towers above everybody else in the novel just as he did in India of the independence-struggle years. Sriram who lives with his grandmother inherits significant wealth when he turns 20. Hi...

Ghost with a Cat

It was about midnight when Kuriako stopped his car near the roadside eatery known as thattukada in Kerala. He still had another 27 kilometres to go, according to Google Map. Since Google Map had taken him to nowhere lands many a time, Kuriako didn’t commit himself much to that technology. He would rather rely on wayside shopkeepers. Moreover, he needed a cup of lemon tea. ‘How far is Anakkad from here?’ Kuriako asked the tea-vendor. Anakkad is where his friend Varghese lived. The two friends would be meeting after many years now. Both had taken voluntary retirement five years ago from their tedious and rather absurd clerical jobs in a government industry and hadn’t met each other ever since. Varghese abandoned all connection with human civilisation, which he viewed as savagery of the most brutal sort, and went to live in a forest with only the hill tribe people in the neighbourhood. The tribal folk didn’t bother him at all; they had their own occupations. Varghese bought a plot ...