Alok Rai - An ominous operetta
One would have thought that the home minister of India had more
important things to attend to than to concern himself with a student
demonstration on a university campus. However, he found the time to take a
personal interest in the matter and, forestalling the response of the
university administration itself and ignoring old-fashioned considerations such
as institutional autonomy, weighed in with all his might. He sounded sombre,
almost Churchillian, on the eve of the Battle of Britain - “We will fight them
on the beaches…”.
The police commissioner of Delhi took time out from other
important business, such as harassing the AAP government, and sent in his cops
to arrest the president of the JNU students’ union for a somewhat obscure
offence — chanting “anti-national slogans” though, apparently, he was merely
present when “anti-national slogans”, whatever they be, were being shouted by
some disaffected Kashmiris who, heaven knows, have sufficient cause to be
pretty disaffected. The slogan-shouters are to be charged with “sedition”, no
less.
The foundations of the Indian state are endangered by the
raised voices of a few Kashmiris - in Delhi .
(Parleying with the PDP in Srinagar
is another matter.) Earlier recipients of the charge of sedition, not excluding
a certain Gandhi, might well feel slighted in retrospect - but with inflation
all around, one can hardly expect the prosecutors to lag far behind. All this
would be farcical — suitable material for a light Gilbert-and-Sullivan operetta - if it were not ominous.
Somewhat surprisingly, the semi-literate but still
honourable human resource development minister — how “semi-” is a matter of
some uncertainty — has even yoked her Saraswati to the cause of her nationalism”. (Mine is still playing the veena.) But perhaps it is time to reframe K.C. Bhattacharya’s famous
question: “Is there an Indian way of fascism?”
It is time that the home ministry published a list of all
the things that must not be said, or seen - or, apparently, even heard, like
“anti-national” slogans. The most sacred is, of course, the sacred cow. But almost
nearly as sacred is Prime Minister Narendra Modi - because, one gathers, that being critical of him was the “offence” of the boys
of the Periyar Study Circle at IIT Madras. Rohith Vemula’s
“offence” has been rather obscured by the pious platitudes prompted by his
suicide, but it must have been pretty dire for a Union minister to have
declared him “anti-national” and hounded him, via the compliant administration,
to his heart-breaking end.
I need guidance, hon’ble minister. I understand that one
mustn’t see - or even try to see - Muzaffarnagar Baqi Hai, but may one at least
say that one mustn’t see it? Likewise anything by Anand Patwardhan and anything
to do with Kashmir, as
the innocents at IIT Delhi discovered. How about the Northeast? Is it alright
to say that Afspa is not wildly popular in Manipur? The alarming and
exponential reach of the “anti-national” can find you out in the most
unexpected places.
I realise that this “design” - plot, strategy - is not
always apparent in the metropolis. But I was unreassured by Swapan Dasgupta’s
remark at the Kolkata Lit Fest that barring a few “regrettable” incidents - like the murder of Akhlaq - there was no real climate of “intolerance” - that
is, hysteria about hunting the “anti-national” - being built up in the country.
Unfortunately, I was present at the Allahabad University
campus when Siddharth Varadarajan made his visit to call on the vice chancellor
and thank him for his invitation, later withdrawn under pressure from the ABVP.
Not inside, where Varadarajan was being held hostage, but outside, where the
outraged “nationalists”, the hostage-takers, were swarming. I obviously don’t
look right, because I was also attacked, despite my advanced years — attacked
verbally, I must add, and accused of having ruined the country for five
thousand years (I am not quite that old) — and being told angrily that the
uncouth “nationalist” would not allow me and my kind to do so anymore. Very
reassuring.
Satish Deshpande has written urgently about The Death of the public university. The public university, accessible to all - unlike the private
enclaves of the elite, where people who have plenty of money learn how to make
even more money - is a necessary institution in a society that is in the throes
of a deep social transformation. It is the necessary place where the ideas
thrown up in the process - often contentious, often wrong - are articulated and
examined: Caste, gender, sexualities, even fascism.
Deprived of such a public arena, these ideas will migrate,
go underground, mutate. That, honourable ministers, is truly dangerous. We
can’t all only be doing “Saraswati Vandana” all the time - the goddess demands
other, sterner forms of worship too: At the very least, a certain minimal
commitment to ideas, rather than the pathological fear of ideas manifested by
the “nationalists”.
I have only one disagreement with Deshpande — that “death”
looks a lot like “death by design”, aka murder.
Also see:
RSS men attacked us, police forced us to forego legal action, say Sonepat Dalits