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

Shooting an Elephant

George Orwell [1903-1950] We had an anthology of classical essays as part of our undergrad English course. Shooting an Elephant by George Orwell was one of the essays. The horror of political hegemony is the core theme of the essay. Orwell was a subdivisional police officer of the British Empire in Burma (today Myanmar) when he was forced to shoot an elephant. The elephant had gone musth (an Urdu term for the temporary insanity of male elephants when they are in need of a female) and Orwell was asked to control the commotion created by the giant creature. By the time Orwell reached with his gun, the elephant had become normal. Yet Orwell shot it. The first bullet stunned the animal, the second made him waver, and Orwell had to empty the entire magazine into the elephant’s body in order to put an end to its mammoth suffering. “He was dying,” writes Orwell, “very slowly and in great agony, but in some world remote from me where not even a bullet could damage him further…. It seeme...

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...

Urban Naxal

Fiction “We have to guard against the urban Naxals who are the biggest threat to the nation’s unity today,” the Prime Minister was saying on the TV. He was addressing an audience that stood a hundred metres away for security reasons. It was the birth anniversary of Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel which the Prime Minister had sanctified as National Unity Day. “In order to usurp the Sardar from the Congress,” Mathew said. The clarification was meant for Alice, his niece who had landed from London a couple of days back.    Mathew had retired a few months back as a lecturer in sociology from the University of Kerala. He was known for his radical leftist views. He would be what the PM calls an urban Naxal. Alice knew that. Her mother, Mathew’s sister, had told her all about her learned uncle’s “leftist perversions.” “Your uncle thinks that he is a Messiah of the masses,” Alice’s mother had warned her before she left for India on a short holiday. “Don’t let him infiltrate your brai...

Raging Waves and Fading Light

Illustration by Gemini AI Fiction Why does the sea rage endlessly? Varghese asked himself as he sat on the listless sands of the beach looking at the sinking sun beyond the raging waves. When rage becomes quotidian, no one notices it. What is unnoticed is futile. Like my life, Varghese muttered to himself with a smirk whose scorn was directed at himself. He had turned seventy that day. That’s why he was on the beach longer than usual. It wasn’t the rage of the waves or the melancholy of the setting sun that kept him on the beach. Self-assessment kept him there. Looking back at the seventy years of his life made him feel like an utter fool, a dismal failure. Integrity versus Despair, Erik Erikson would have told him. He studied Erikson’s theory on human psychological development as part of an orientation programme he had to attend as a teacher. Aged people reflect on their lives and face the conflict between feeling a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction (integrity) or a feeli...