Herr Professor,
Indeed, a keen observation. Care to elaborate the root-causes...perhaps designers of such enterprises? Accidental or intentional matters not..as the net result remains the same.
In all your subtle and not so subtle observations...one senses a growing sadness of loosing something dear.
Your people can still change course...will be pushing the rock up the hill...but your history shows that you lot are hardy and ready for scrafices...
One only fears that your good India is becoming an experitmental ground...just once it was for pharma...now for finance. Please, don't blame it all on evil West when your leaders are up to their neck in it.
Kindly, share thoughts...perhaps accessible for mere mortals, not possessing your intellectual quality.
Remain in good health...
Regards,
Mangus
Thank you for your kind words, which I really don't deserve; wish I did, but not yet, not until I get rid of my bad habit of losing my temper and lashing out at people who seem to be arguing foolishly. Actually, they are not and it is just my impatience and unwillingness to listen carefully and politely. Many of these are very young people and may need that bit of encouragement that I am supposed to gift them professionally, not just as crutches, but as hints in the right direction. I regret it so much, until the next time, when once again, I find after an exchange that I have been cutting, scathing, sarcastic, abrasive, almost vindictive in pursuing to his doom some hapless kid. Some of them are half my age; it is truly agonising when I come to my senses and find blood on my hands.
About what you referred to, the general direction that the world is taking. it might help you that I belong, culturally, to the generation of 68. If you recall, for those of us born after the war, the 'baby boomers', 1968 was the 'annus mirabilis', when all the walls were falling (we had to wait another 21 for the actual Wall to fall, but who was to know, then?), and it could be said with some truth,
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive
But to be young were very heaven
People forget the rest of it, though; they forget how it was important, crucial, indeed, to get to grips with our social shackles
Oh! times,
In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways
Of custom, law, and statute, took at once
The attraction of a country in romance!
When Reason seemed the most to assert her rights,
When most intent on making of herself
A prime Enchantress--to assist the work,
Which then was going forward in her name!
Not favoured spots alone, but the whole earth,
The beauty wore of promise, that which sets
(As at some moment might not be unfelt
Among the bowers of paradise itself)
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
Those were the days of Tariq Ali, of Daniel Cohn-Bendit, of Andre Malraux, of Sartre, of Allan Ginsberg, all males, mind you, but seemingly, we were on the verge of a new turn in history, away from dowdy, staid liberalism, in sensible clothes and sensible shoes, but with a sense of being strangled by social convention. We fought to keep McNamara out of Calcutta; we fought to kick out the filthy, corrupt Congress, we denied what was going on after Nehru died in 1964, we denied Nehru, and we didn't want any old bozo to come and tell us about non-violence. Unfortunately, we were suckered; the extreme left came in, and before we could march and rally and print pamphlets and write our anguished little poems, they had taken over and were killing people.
So I learnt - 68 was the year I entered college, we have our fiftieth anniversary re-union next year in January, when the NRI ones come home on their annual pilgrimage - that the Congress was corrupt, that the Naxals were kill-crazy lumpenproletariat led by juvenile delinquents, and that the conventional left cowered in their houses and took no stand. About the others, that there would be people who hated others because of their religion was unthinkable and unthought; but there was Ashok Lahiri, later Economic Advisor to the GoI, and director of the Asian Development Bank, asking in his distorted quack why we had M. J. Akbar with us in what was formerly the Hindu College. His statement was the equivalent of a male dropping his pants in front of the women. Our private relationships existed, but in public, we remained pretty middle class and prudish.
Since then, through fifty years, it becomes clear that we were not unique and a glorious exception; we were merely another deep wave in human history, a wave that is about to give way to another deep wave opposite in nature. From the days of Woodrow Wilson, without interruption, and even while carrying with it the baggage of racism so fully developed by the Europeans, there was a coming together of the choppy waters and mixed directions that rocked Europe and the US for a 138 years, from 1776 to 1914, including, in a number of maelstroms, the American Revolution, the French Revolution, the Russian Revolution...and countless smaller movements supporting the deep wave as it developed.
It seems now in hindsight that we were borne up by this deep wave through the intervening century, and that as it ebbs, and gives way to another and opposite deep wave in human thought and inclination, we need to remember with humility that there were good times, even as we face the bad times. Your country and your culture, for instance, was - is - one of the most aggressive manifestations of the spirit of that liberal wave. The way you run yourself, the role of women and their partial but fairly substantial liberation, the recognition of men that they had a lot to do with social evils, the tolerance of the other that is still a feature of your society in spite of the challenges that it faces - there is probably nothing as coherent as the Dutch cultural and social contract other than perhaps the Scandinavians - the whole blessed lot! - and, to a lesser extent, the Anglo-Americans, including the former British Colonies turned Dominions. It looked, for some time, next to the Spanish and the Italians and the Greeks, that India would turn out to be a sepia-tinted version of these liberal democracies.
But what we thought was irreversible was all too reversible. Now, step at a time, the weaker liberal nations, and some who had never been liberal, broke down and introduced the leadership of the monosyllabic. First that imperial power, Russia, thinly disguised by apparent adherence to an extremist branch of European culture but morally a mere revival of the country's imperial regime; Turkey, where the followers of Atatuerk had not kept their eyes on the ball, and had allowed the slow accretion of religiosity; India, where we were ripe for counter-revolution; the Philippines, always liberal, but scarred through and through by the drug traffic that was allowed by previous regimes and finally, the US itself. All adherents to a rule by firm men, regardless of the vitality of constitutional rule, all convinced that they, individually, were examples to humanity, and were far above the thrust and jostle of day-to-day disputes of governance.
Here we are then, watching as all around us, the liberal wave recedes, and there comes in its place the counter-wave, now leaking in, trickling in, building smelly little rivulets slowly gathering in strength and in speed. As you go through threads on PDF, the presence of the New Indian, what a famous journalist called the Internet Hindu, this counter movement will become painfully visible. As they win one bastion after another, today we are left with the Indian court system and the Indian Army, and these two are being weakened every single day. The fools who are doing this don't realise what harm they are doing, and how vulnerable they will make the nation; they are just out to vent their prejudices and superstitions and their hatred of those who are not their own.
I believe that we are in for a counter-cultural wave that may last another seventy to a hundred years. Thankfully, I will not live to see the worst. But, as Francis Bacon put it, 'children are our hostages to fortune'. If I had been a childless man, I would have felt a vague melancholy, perhaps nothing more; as it is, I am filled with fears.