” It’s in the bank of Indian phrases and is put to use in multiple situations.There is a lot
Wholesale Recycled Fabrics of cruelty in the Indian family, which one sees close-up.Post-JNU’s Bloody Sunday, I’ve become convinced that Khan Market could be the next chosen site of attack. Just this inures one to violence. So when asked why she didn’t feel any empathy for the poor Muslim in UP or hapless lecturers and students of universities, the Indian will say: “Desh ke gaddaron ko/ Goli maaro saalo ko. Children, for instance, exist, in the initial years, purely as punching bags.. It’s fomenting trouble where none exists and going out of its way to create unrest.”Into this mix throw in some new Hindu Right slogans, they too become part of the cliché and are very effective.
The volley of word-soup is reminiscent at times of late-stage Alzheimer’s, at others, of Jimi Hendrix and his wall-of-sound style of guitar playing. Since the attackers were ostensibly Lefties and Commies, attacking fellow anti-nationals, a Nano would have actually lent substance to the story. One phrase often used in WhatsApp groups is: “My way, high way. Men and women, across class and generation, across big city and small town, across NSEW, have told me how they were beaten to pulp by their parents, who used everything that came to hand: clothes hangers, chappals, rubber pipes. Everyone in India is married at a young age..” and so on.We have reached the stage in our democracy where a lamp is called a chair, a stool a shirt and a tubelight the sun. The perpetrator of violence, the masked vandal, emerges from the cruelty of the Indian family, heads out in a lad’s gang with the blessings of his mother, and returns home for dinner, to the family’s bosom.There are several reasons for this.
Empathy is a difficult concept to explore, especially in a society where language has lost meaning, and where the government promotes the view that half the population that didn’t vote for it are its sworn enemies. Words don’t refer to external or internal realities anymore but circle like albatrosses in a self-referential whorl. But, more importantly, the gap is filled with clichés that are sufficient for communication. Language has lost all meaning. On trains the cliché is: “I have two sons, both married, doing well.In addition to the linguistic cliché, the lack of empathy in the average Indian can also be traced back to the Great Indian Family. They will remain effective for decades. There was a famous chat show that Anupam Kher hosted with five-year-olds as guests, called Say Na Something to Anupam Uncle. It looked like that some had been left high and dry by their masters. The gap is filled with astrology and entertainment. Ektaa Kapoor has long argued that her wildly popular soaps are not fantasy but reality with the odd cobra thrown in.
The people who voted in the government see it as doing an excellent job.Except that’s not what people think and believe. It’s immune to violence on others because it’s seen so much casual violence within. The tendency of Indians to sink into everyday cliché (like “good morning” messages on WhatsApp) significantly impairs their ability to extricate themselves from the political morass. These are not lone wolves, or gangs of lads living in shared accommodation. On this show, the kids were always asked by Anupam Uncle in fake babytalk: “Tumhe ghal mein kaun zyada maalta hai, Mammi ki Papa?” and everyone would giggle. It’s devouring its own. For one, never forget that ours is a society that has always dealt in deathly cliché. It’s an everyday occurrence. Clichés fill the gaps in our thought where reasoning is supposed to lay root. In wildlife preservation jargon, the state has turned rogue.” This will suffice for brutality after brutality, just like “We want sixer” survived World Cup defeat after World Cup defeat. If we look at cricket, “We want sixer” served us well for decades.The empathetic question can be framed thus: are you not moved by images and reports of fellow Indians being lynched, killed, maimed, bloodied, their skulls smashed on national TV? Does something somewhere not stir your conscience, even if you are not a bleeding heart or a classic Twitter liberal? The answer from the BJP-leaning Indian voter is a resounding “no”. China can learn from India – unlike China, India has allowed words to fly pretty much unfettered.The Indian state was a lamb to begin with; it turned into a tiger, and is now a full-fledged man-eater. In many ways, the Hindu Undivided Family is the progenitor of violence.The most humanising aspect of the surreal prime-time attack on JNU was the hooligans, having been escorted out by the police, trying to find an auto-rickshaw on the main road.These days when I ask a fellow Indian — in a shop, on public transport — “Hey, the BJP is great, but don’t you think they’ve gone too far”, and he replies: “Na Maowad, na Naxalwad, sabse upar rashtravad,”
I calmly reply, “Well, yaar, well”, East UP cliche for “Good on you, man,” and just get on with it. Indians hardly divorce, which means that families remain the foci where individual dramas are played out, not between individuals but between roles: son vs daughter, father vs son, mother-in-law vs daughter-in-law, elder brother vs younger brother, choti bahu vs badi bahu. What confounds the rational-minded, in the response of the people, is the supreme lack of empathy.Which brings me to a more essential point about the Indian family: the goons we see, armed with iron rods, live with and return to the Indian family when the job is done. After all, it’s where the tukde-tukde gang originates from. The Indian finds thinking a thought through a tremendous strain. It could be mere paranoia but I’m steering clear of Khan Market for decades to come. The ruling regime in India realised long back that once you have rendered language impotent, you have nothing to fear from it. So did “East or West, India is best.. At a time when fuel prices are going through roof, those in power seem to have enough drums to spare. At the very least, a nice mid-sized getaway vehicle could have been provided