India
Is Under Tear Down Renovation
It is a strange time of elections when the President of the
Congress Party embraces not only every anti-national gun and bomb toting fringe
element in the country, but also most terrorist organizations abroad.
He heaves with sympathy for these dangerous elements, and
muses aloud in seeming innocence, about legitimate causes of what may have led
them to their revolutionary positions.
The bloodthirsty are
given open licence. Scandals of corruption against the present government are
created where none exist. There are shrill denouncement of the government’s
Rafale purchase of 36 fly away aircraft to provide cover for the myriad corrupt
deals of the UPA. Allegations of crony capitalism and heartless indifference
towards the poor are propagated, ignoring all facts to the contrary.
Other shockers include the airbrushing of facts from 1984,
when the Congress Party led by Rajiv Gandhi organized a pogrom against ordinary
Sikhs that left thousands dead in the streets. Congress, said its current
president, had nothing to do with the Sikh riots.
Even his handlers, embarrassed by the enormity of the lie,
said Rahul Gandhi was too young to be held responsible for the goings on at the
time. But, not yet satisfied in his strange projections, Rahul Gandhi spoke on
the now defunct LTTE that murdered Rajiv Gandhi and thousands of others. He
said he (and his sister) felt bad when its ruthless and double crossing chief was
finally killed in his lair.
These recent pronouncements
are beyond Rahul Gandhi’s periodic relaunches and reinventions. These are
twisted tales and fictions in a magic realism universe designed to create an
alternate reality shorn of the usual moorings in propriety and fact. These are
signals to everyone who wants to bring the Modi government down, for its
alleged fascism, that anything goes in the endeavour. Truth can substitute for
lie, and fiction for fact, in an almost Shakespearian tragedy of word play.
Later, there is the multiplier of national outrage and consternation playing
out in the TV studios as a bonus. But isn’t all this messing about very remote
from the booth level where the voters are?
But putting these antics in perspective, it is a truism
that what some old civilizations can do by way of ignoring the relatively
immediate past, is not a luxury that the new ones can afford. If the very new US, or reformulated countries like Bosnia, Herzegovina, Croatia,
and the like, throw out its meagre contemporary history, its precedents of
freshly minted traditions, what will they have left?
Some have barely had the tumult of their births, actually
rebirths, fading from earshot, and others actually know that there was nothing
they could make a meal of before they came, except animist Red Indians and
prairies full of bison.
Their sense of being and possession could almost blow away
like chaff in the wind if they uproot the tent pegs. Its not for nothing that
Margaret Mitchell’s great classic is so compelling, despite Rhett Butler immortalizing
giving a “damn” or Scarlett O’ Hara looking forward to a new day.
Sometimes, when a once resplendent monarchy is overthrown,
as in the Russian Revolution, there is a haunting classic like Boris
Pasternak’s Dr. Zhivago to mark the transition.
In everyday life, when the ground is shifting under one’s
feet, it is often difficult to see the drama of it, but it is there
nevertheless, even if it becomes evident only with the perspective of time.
A monsoon visit to North Goa at the end of August leaves
one wondering how long the whole of the tiny state has, before it becomes a
seamless city with some green bits plus a little old world leftover Goan cheer
as relief.
It will soon have a spanking new airport at Mopa in the
North, to add to the Military cum Civilian airport of Dabolim in the South.
Bridges and flyovers, a BJP speciality, are going to
connect the raucuous razzmatazz of the North to the quiet villages of South
Goa, the sprawling expanse of Vasco Da Gama notwithstanding.
A new state-of-the-art connector, San Francisco style
suspension bridges, across the Mandovi and Zuari rivers, will reportedly cut
the commute down time from over an hour
to just thirty minutes.
This could well be completed by 2020, and the work done
already makes this assertion quite plausible, particularly if the BJP wins
another term both at the Centre and in this State.
The Gatbandhan,
should it come in however, will have a large number of other fish to fry, and
development of the country may have to take a seat at the extreme back of the
bus.
How long then before Goa becomes a full-fledged all season
destination? The roads do not flood here after downpours that sometimes last
all night, because of clean guttering alongside, though the surface takes a
beating in parts. And the mangroves have so far been left alone.
Locals tell us things are more alive these days compared to
recent years past, with boisterous if low budget tourists from nearby Hubli and
Dharwar flocking in, plus the usual full flights of fly-ins from Delhi and
Mumbai. A large contingent of six charter flights of Russians are expected in
October to break the jinx of a Russkie absence over the last few seasons.
But reviving business or not, the quaintness of Goa is fast
vanishing, with an unprecedented real
estate boom and buildings that are pointedly modern. It is as if they want to
ignore the crumbling edifices of colonial Goa, even its lovely white washed
churches, its embedded Portuguese/Konkani
influences.
Prices too are no longer cheap, and there is a great deal
of Bhangra music booming out of eateries via oversized amplifiers in place of
what went before.
Change is inevitable, of course. And this little state is
saying bring on the growing opportunities of 21st century India. Is
this chronicling of an unabashed maturing of a tourist state cum its per capita
pride a metaphor for what is happening nationally? One for how India itself is moving towards
its future with an unsentimental jettisoning of its economic, political, and
even immediate cultural past?
In some things, we find, like it or not, continuity is not
as important as relevance to the here and now.
It is this cleaving to relevance by the current
dispensation that is unnerving the Congress Party into making desperate
manouevres. Modi speaks constantly of Sabka
Saath Sabka Vikaas, a slogan and substance that is making a mess of vote
bank politics. This particularly with its various adjuncts of dismantling the
Nehruvian “Idea of India”, in favour of Modi’s “New India”, with only a small
mention of the Nehru-Gandhi contribution.
It has become a do-or-die mission of
survival for the Congress even as other elements of the Opposition watch mutely
from the sidelines speaking up only when it suits their purpose. But The
Congress seems to be saying that if you don’t want our version of India, built
by us over decades of promoting a certain narrative, we will work for the
destruction of this country rather than let the BJP recreate it in its own
image. The bugles have been sounded. It is now up to the ever wise electorate
to settle the issue in 2019.
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words)
August
30th 2018
For:
My Nation
Gautam
Mukherjee