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Someshwar Gurumath

17 December 2024 at 9:53:55 am

Justice When Convenient, Principles When Profitable

From Nagavalli-style theatrics to selective outrage, the Cockroach Janata Party (CJP) seem determined to turn constitutional protest into an ideological dance-off. Many of us have watched Apthamitra or Akshay Kumar’s Bhool Bhulaiyaa, where Ganga slowly transforms into the formidable Nagavalli. Well, it appears our CJP protestors are undergoing a transformation of their own! Like Nagavalli lifting a bed to demonstrate her supernatural strength, these Convenient Justice Pleaders have lifted...

Justice When Convenient, Principles When Profitable

From Nagavalli-style theatrics to selective outrage, the Cockroach Janata Party (CJP) seem determined to turn constitutional protest into an ideological dance-off. Many of us have watched Apthamitra or Akshay Kumar’s Bhool Bhulaiyaa, where Ganga slowly transforms into the formidable Nagavalli. Well, it appears our CJP protestors are undergoing a transformation of their own! Like Nagavalli lifting a bed to demonstrate her supernatural strength, these Convenient Justice Pleaders have lifted their legs and taken to the streets for a marathon in the name of democracy. And they simply refuse to stop. What tireless runners, these champions of convenience, sprinting along the capital’s roads as though a newly spotted car were an irresistible invitation for a street dog to mark its territory. Their ever-enthusiastic fellow travellers cheer them on, day and night: “Hu ha! Hu ha!” What spectacle, what solidarity, what entertainment! Nagavalli, darling, you have competition! Like Nagavalli, who dances tirelessly for her soulmate, our CJP protestors seem equally tireless in their own choreography - a soul-selling performance, desperately soliciting regime change. Nagavalli summoned Ramanathan; these performers appear to be summoning the entire system - the judiciary, legislature, and executive - to witness their grand spectacle. And surely, no performance is complete without an international audience! Perhaps they await Elon Musk, George Soros, Marxists, communists, and the imagined architects of the anti-India deep state to witness their extraordinary expertise. What dedication, what drama! Nagavalli danced for her soulmate; these Convenient Justice Pleaders dance for regime change. Disco Democracy In Apthamitra, Nagavalli’s dance was enough to frighten everyone around her. Our CJP dancers, however, appear determined to make the entire constitutional machinery break into a nervous sweat. And what a grand Avahana for their maiden performance—not from a fellow dancer, but from the police themselves, who reportedly went all the way to the airport to facilitate their entry into the capital. Yet, when it came to the sequel, the ghungroos encountered a little trouble. Their steps were restricted beyond Jantar Mantar. From an airport welcome to a designated stage, what a dramatic change in choreography. Nagavalli summoned her soulmate; our Convenient Justice Pleaders, meanwhile, appear to have summoned an entire army of uncritical cheerleaders to applaud their every step. From the first act’s grand welcome to the second act’s restricted stage, the choreography has changed, but the chorus remains the same. In the maiden performance, our star dancer Neha Bora seemingly stole the show from the organisers themselves! The patriarchal performers—Abhijeet Dipke, Ashutosh Ranka, and Sourav Das—could hardly compete with the street-theatre energy of their leading lady. Alas, even the most energetic choreography can become boring when the same steps are repeated endlessly. But Neha refuses to lower the curtain. Inspired, perhaps, by fellow performers in Bangla and France, she has apparently decided to add a skull to the props. One wonders whether this endless performance is meant to fill the audience’s heads with ideas—or merely demonstrate how much empty space a skull can accommodate. Wah wah, Neha ji! The ghungroos keep jingling, even when the script begs for an interval. After the grand success of their first performance, our dancers went on to perform their next act: School Theek Karo! But it seems the people of Rajasthan showed them a mirror and asked them, “Pehle khud ke skull theek karo!” And like Nagavalli, who was rather choosy about her soulmate, our CJP dancers are equally choosy about their stages. They perform with extraordinary enthusiasm, lifting their legs and displaying their full choreography in BJP-ruled states, while seemingly covering their steps in states ruled by the AAP, Congress, and others. Even Ganga knew when Nagavalli had taken over her soul, yet continued to conceal the truth. Our CJP dancers, too, seem adept at greeting inconvenient truths with convenient denials! Dipke Bhai’s Delhi performance reportedly featured police assistance, a chair beside the police, and later denials. Ideological Ballet Neha Bora’s Jink Chak, Jink Chak deserves its own fact-check. Were Bangla’s dancers protesting religious fundamentalism or fighting over reservations? And who directs this ideological ballet? Prakash Raj, the alleged choreographer? With Bhushana—the latest ornament—joining the troupe, the ensemble grows grander. Now the dancers openly explain why they lift their legs: apparently, they want everyone to see what lies within. The stench of this endless performance is becoming impossible to ignore. How long must constitutional institutions hold their noses? We Bharatiyas will not applaud street theatrics masquerading as justice while undermining an elected system. If these dancers seek ideological soulmates, let them reunite with their fellow performers in Bangladesh or France. I urge the authorities to investigate their intentions through lawful scrutiny. Just as exorcism drives away evil spirits, constitutional vigilance must expose deception through evidence and due process. Democracy is no dance floor for those who would undermine its foundations. No encore without accountability. (The writer is a Bengaluru-based author and scholar. Views personal.)

Bharat’s Jetson Cities, Light-years Away from Nature

Jan 18, 2025
5 min read

Updated: Jan 20, 2025

Jetson Cities

One thing is for certain: our Bharatiya cities, the big metros and towns, are fast becoming like the ‘Jetson’ cities. For those who are unaware of Jetson cities, these were first shown in the famous Hanna-Barbera cartoon series, the Jetsons, set in the 2100s, where cities are air-tight glass globules tethered to the ground, and the only way to get in and out are the flying cars. Yes, we, the city-dwellers, aspire to tall skyscrapers, spectacular bridges, world-class tunnels, swooshing metro trains, and we are building Jetson-like flying cars. A few HD drone images here and there, during the day and at night and around twilight, and we are content that our cities have become the cynosure of our own eyes. We want our cities to be brightly lit, with neon signs, laser shows, and large billboard videos. We would then fulfil our inner desire to have a city on par with Tokyo, New York, and Shanghai.


Our buildings, designed for the next 30 years, are well air-conditioned, shielding occupants from a soupy dust bowl of brown smog, soot, particulate matter, and fine dust. It is said that most new home buyers invest at least 10% of their property’s price in enhancing the interiors, soundproofing their homes, using air purifiers and conditioners, and disconnecting from the outside world for that much-needed solace. Indeed, large builders promote their projects as close to nature amidst tranquillity. However, there is always another builder eager to get one plot of land ahead of yours to enjoy that nature. To be truthful, access to nature now comes at a premium - even the skies.


Let’s assume the working-age population is occupied in the leisure of our Jetson cities, but how many of their young school and college-going kids have seen the long arm of the Milky Way galaxy from their cities? How many have witnessed a comet zooming by? How many know about endemic plants with medicinal properties? When did they last see a chirping house sparrow? How many know that the nearest sewage drain was once a freshwater stream? When did they last find their suburban beach prettier than the resort beaches of Maldives?


The intent to ask these questions is simple: Bharat is currently at a crossroads. Pundits are enthusiastic about a cultural renaissance on the horizon. Corporate leaders, on the other hand, want us to invest hundreds of hours each week to pay our dues to the growth of the national GDP. But no one asks, if a cultural renaissance is to occur, who will generate the new understandings and insights of nature that arise typically during such a period of human advancement? No one is actually asking, for whom are we building the nation if there is no time for children, or worse, if there is no time or intent to have children. In the process of growing rich, we are about to become old. By 2047, 65% of the population under the age of 35 will grow beyond 35 all at once, and we’d have an enormous population in advanced ages with a tapering young population, a graph that looks like a banyan tree. Unfortunately, that young population will have no access to the knowledge that nature has to offer, neither flora and fauna nor the seas and the skies.


Our urbane lifestyles need tempering. Such tempering can occur only if we ensure the revival of natural sciences during this period of cultural renaissance and nation-building. Let’s not rely solely on the educational system. With Indian Knowledge Systems, constructive changes are underway, and academic curricula are poised to improve for the greater good. However, true knowledge arises only when parents and grandparents introduce children to nature. Genuine understanding also develops from extracurricular activities in schools and colleges that encourage kids to observe, journal, and act on their discoveries. On the positive side, our country’s forest cover is increasing, as announced by the government. However, efforts must be made to ensure that every school or college, whether in Mumbai, Vijayawada, Gorakhpur, Ratlam, Thrissur, Bhuj, Faridabad, Imphal, Manali, Cuttack, or Ajmer, guarantees that their students are well aware of the endemic nature of their surroundings and are regularly observing and recording data on whatever interests them. Let kids observe rivers and understand the volume of water that flows through them. Let children learn about the decline of house sparrows in their cities and what steps should be taken to revive their populations. Let them study the bees in their nearby groves and recognise the vital role these bees play in nature.


Of course, you need to learn AI, robotics, fintech, the next generation of management courses, and all the engineering bells and whistles. However, we must not leave the next generation with inadequate comprehension and skills for understanding nature. We must ensure that nature conservation is not merely lip service or a tool for politicised green activists. This can be achieved if natural sciences are given the respect they deserve at the school, undergraduate, and postgraduate levels.


Indeed, I am a plebeian, and you might feel that you, too, could write a rant about the plight of our urban lives. Urban development and municipal experts have many solutions to propose, but few are willing to take action. However, that is not the issue I wish to highlight. I aim to illustrate a much larger concern—that Indian city dwellers are disoriented and devoid of nature, lacking a guiding star to lead them toward a brighter future. Our cities of Mumbai, Delhi, Bengaluru, Ahmedabad, Kolkata, and Chennai have taken on characteristics reminiscent of Jetson-like cities. We show little regard for the Nagar Devata, Gram Devata, and Van Devata, who have protected the cities, towns, and forests that once surrounded us. We wait for formal governance to clean up our beaches, rivers, and ponds without making sufficient efforts to prevent pollution in the first place.


For those striving to grasp spirituality not through the Puranas and Aadi-Granth but through new-age podcasts, I recommend watching Vinay Varanasi’s podcast on Bhagavan Vishnu’s Dashavatar. If it is clear that Bhagavan Vishnu does not tolerate disregard for Bhudevi or Mother Earth, why do we, the devotees of Bhagavan Vishnu, continue to pollute our Mother Earth—her air, soil, waters, and sounds? Or have we taken Elon Musk's words at face value, assuming our next destination is Mars after destroying Earth, only to ruin Mars later, even worse than its current clinically sterile state? If that is the case, then bear with me when I say this: these Jetson cities stand on precarious pillars of ego, victimhood, apathy, and consumerism, waiting to be toppled either by the true harbingers of order or by false prophets. Therefore, teach the next generations to observe nature, appreciate our coexistence with other species, and venerate the forces of nature. By doing so, we humans will be good, at least for the next thousand years. If not, prepare for a bleak future by the end of this century.


(The author is a Space and Emerging Technology Fellow at the Centre for Security, Strategy and Technology, Observer Research Foundation, Mumbai. Views personal.)

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