This last week has established that plumbing the depths of the ridiculous and the bizarre is not only our national pastime, it is also now the leitmotif of our society and ruling regime. The other day I decided I needed a "kurta", not one of those fancy and expensive Myntra creations, but something more befitting a pensioner who has not received his last four DA instalments because his state govt. has decided to buy cowdung and cow urine with the money instead in order to win elections. So off I went to the local market; there were kurtas aplenty but only in one colour- yellow. The shopkeepers told me that they were "jajman" kurtas, in honour of the Ram Mandir consecration next week! Which explains why we should not be too hard on the Chief Justice of India for turning up in a saffron kurta at a temple recently- he really had no choice of colour. The fact that this was preceded by the Supreme Court delivering a couple of disappointing judgments in favour of the government was, of course, merely a coincidence.
Staying with the curious goings-on in Ayodhya, it appears that we now have a fifth Shankaracharya, located in Delhi- no wonder the original four are feeling threatened. The affairs of the Hindu faith shall no longer be conducted on the Collegium pattern but on the Master of the Roster model: there are no "Kaun Banega Crorepati" prizes for guessing who this gentleman is. But one has to admit he fully deserves his pre-eminent position for his sheer gall and inventiveness, and the ability to smoothly sail over contradictions: the inauguration of the new Parliament building last year, which was patently a political occasion, was effortlessly converted into a religious event, while the consecration of the Ram Mandir, which should be a purely religious ceremony, has been converted into a mega political event! Politics and religion have been seamlessly blended into one supreme individual, very soon the Shankaracharyas too shall be dispatched to the Marg Darshak Mandal which does appear to be getting a bit top heavy. Actually, the four genuine Shankaracharyas should never have entertained hopes of presiding over the Mandir consecration, for an "ubermensch" like our venerated PM, who has never let a single train be inaugurated by the Railway Minister or an Expressway by the Transport Minister, was certainly not going to allow this spiritual thunder to be stolen from him by a couple of sulking saints.
Or by a battered Constitution, for that matter, now on a ventilator under the Bharat Ayushman scheme. Article 370 may have been deleted in full public glare, but Article 27 (which prohibits the state from using the taxpayers' money for the promotion and maintenance of any religion) has been given the quietus, well, quietly. The icing on the "prasad" is the government's order declaring a half day holiday for all central govt. and PSU employees on the 22nd of January. By my calculations this shall cost the exchequer Rs. 250 crores. Expect these folks to go chanting Jai Shri Ram all the way to the local "theka" on the 22nd, and to the polling booth subsequently. I have no doubt that this holiday will now become an annual feature.
And suddenly Ayodhya has become the El Dorado for our own remora-like corporates who have a remarkable resemblance to this species of fish that hang about the jaws of sharks for the crumbs: land prices have tripled, plans have been launched to build hotels, condominiums, malls, airports, old age homes, homestays to cater to the 40 lakh visitors expected every month. One airline, which has a reputation for locking up its passengers in its planes and airbridges for hours on end and serving them a-la-carte meals on airport tarmacs, converted its Ayodhya flights into morality plays, dressing up its crew in Ramayan costumes: the pilot became Ram, Sita and Laxman received the boarding passengers at the gate. There was no sign of Hanumanji-he was probably on another mission to set on fire that other impudent island which had the temerity to mock God's chosen One. The Disneyfication of Ayodhya is almost complete. Wait for Akshay Kumar a.k.a Akhand Kumar to make his next movie on it, just as soon as he finishes his prolonged genuflections to the powers that see, or for Amitav Bachchan's next quiz show Kaun Banega Shankarcharya ?
All those who laboured for years to make the Ram temple happen will, of course, not be there: this is in the best traditions of the bird after which our country may well be named now- in cuckooland, after all, the real work is done by someone but the credit claimed by someone else. And so the likes of Advani and Murli Manohar Joshi will not grace the occasion, the poor labourers who have given their blood and sweat for its construction will be kept miles away, the worshippers of the temple will be outside while the usurpers will be inside. But for me the unkindest cut is the non-invitation to that flag bearer of nari shakti, if not nari bhakti, from my state- Kangana Ranaut. Ayodhya could have done with her oomph, and her temporary absence from Himachal would also have had the beneficial effect of slowing down the melting of the glaciers there. Methinks the BJP has missed a trick here- it could have used her scholarship in history to get her to revise the date of Independence once again, to 22nd January 2024. What about the earlier announced date of 2014?, you may well ask; well that would now become the year of the Quit Thinking movement. But I can understand the Supreme Leader's quandary- even with all the AI tools at Mr. Amit Malviya's disposal he would have had a tough time keeping the cameras focused on the fifth Shankaracharya once the Rampaging Ranaut entered the frame. Algorithms have their limitations too, you know. A.I may be artificial, but its not stupid.
[ NOTE: I believe that, subsequent to Ms Ranaut descending from the mountains like a furious torrent, she has now been invited to the consecration, and has been gushing about it all over social media. This is bound to strengthen her chances of getting a ticket from Manali for the ensuing elections, and this has the other hopefuls from there worried like hell. The Congress may consider putting up Sunny Leone from there if it hopes to stand any chance. ]
Act 1, Scene 1: In the city of Ayodhya, a couple of days prior to the day of Consecration - in the quadrangle of the Ram Temple sit 4 sulking Shankaracharyas, one on each vertice - hereafter named S1 to S4 in the order of hierarchy.
ReplyDeleteS4: "How can this be permitted, O Revered Saint, when we are around??”
S3: “If we are the guardians of Hindu faith, how is it that the Yajman will seat the adolescent Ram Lalla on his abode after centuries, O Wise One??”
S2: “Yes Most Holy One, this is desecration, not consecration, may I say at the risk of frowning my turmeric and vermillion out of place.”
S1: “I am more furious on this occasion than that majoritarian reporter Arnab Goswami was over the Tablighi Jamat at the start of the pandemic. But what can we do - we have been relegated to the Corridors of Senility along with the stalwarts of the movement."
S4 (wide eyed): “Are we really sharing space with Shri L. K. Advani, Shri. M. M. Joshi?”
S3 (glaringly): “Not just them, but everybody else who has dared to question the Yajman these past 10 years. Did you not see Shri Yashwant Sinha sitting by himself at the outskirts of this holy city? And not see Shri Shatrughan Sinha anywhere?”
S2 (fretting): “The Yajman shall arrive and install the deity of Ram Lalla by himself. Not even the President has been permitted to come. She was uninvited even when the Yajman inaugurated the new Parliament. How, oh how, Great One, can we make our presence felt?”
S1( resigned and calm): “There is only one way, O esteemed colleagues. By remaining conspicuous with our absence! In this way only, can we pointedly mark ourselves at the epochal event, and let the Chronicler of dark humour speak about us thereafter."
S4, S3, S2 (in unison): “Who is he, O Wise One??”
S1 (with a benign smile): "He is Avay Shukla, the roaming mendicant of a past life. He is the only one to gird up the loins and take on the Yajman when all others have slid their loincloths down, either from fearing or fawning. He has already written about us if my information is correct, and will do so on more occasions in the times to come…”
With a collective sigh that could be heard in Kashi, Mathura, Banaras and Chitrakoot, the sulking Seers trudged back to their abodes.
End, Act 1, Scene 1.
Elsewhere at an inauguration, the Yajman scowled for a brief moment thinking about Avay Shukla, then grinned contentedly. He remembered how his office had orchestrated the throttling of the fellow’s DA…that was enjoyable!
All was well.
Brilliant take on this Spiritual Disney Land!👏👏👏
DeleteThe brilliance lies in the construct of the blog. But for Mr. Shukla's magnificent artistry, we would not have strung our threads as we have.
DeleteLaughed till I cried again. But on a second thought, it's a hollow laughter -we let this happen!
ReplyDeleteExcellent as usual. Laughed a lot. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteDon't cry for me my India!We are Vishwagurus notwithstanding the mockery by some low-level functionaries in some islands!Await the screening of cartoons on Netflix for unending comedy shows.
ReplyDeleteNailed it
ReplyDeleteThe best message so far from Mount Kailash for tongue-in-cheek humour with many a truth spoke in jest! And Mr Patankar's lively imagination rounds it off perfectly - while leaving the door open, for Act 2, Scene 1!
ReplyDeleteThank Ram for Avay Shukla. Yet its hard to laugh when there is so much to cry about!
ReplyDeleteI am waiting for the day when Modi will say breathing is compulsory to live
ReplyDeleteAnd. Many idiots will stop breathing just to oppose him
Jai Shri Ram
How true. A great idea
ReplyDeleteThis too shall pass? Not for a long time is all I can say
ReplyDeleteAnother 5 years for starters. I worry about the nealth of the hardcore detractors. Wonder how they will live thru 5 more years. Cheerz
ReplyDeletehttps://ipanewspack.com/i-am-sad-i-will-not-find-my-childhood-ramachandra-in-the-new-ayodhya-temple/
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly put. Humour is all we have left so let's at least laugh before the state makes it anti-national
ReplyDeleteSupreme court of India become Supreme God to damage Secularism and Constitution.
ReplyDeleteThis is the prologue. to ' the tale of Vishwaguru Ramayan' ...narration par excellence and Act 1 superb. In a dismal scenario what better way to wipe the tears of hopelessness and the wit of this piece..
ReplyDeleteMr. Shukla, I'm now officially a fan. Your writing takes me avay (sic) from all the absurdity around me for a minute (alas, that's the only unit of time that one is allowed to remain avay from the grip of the modern colonialists of this country).
ReplyDeleteBrilliant
ReplyDeleteExcellent satirical commentary on current socio-political events in India, focusing on the intertwining of politics and religion. I wonder why Kangana Ranaut ,Akshay Kumar the key mascots of Modi and Hindutva are being overlooked in the current celebrations, using this as a metaphor for the broader misappropriation of credit in political narratives. Fugitive self-styled godman Nithyananda is reportedly in Kailaasa, the 'Hindu nation' he has established on an island off Ecuador !
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ReplyDeleteWhen viewed as a football match, everything falls in place. Keep in mind that it is the forward who scores the goal and is celebrated, be it Pele or Messi or Mbappé and no one talks of the contribution of other team members. It is being played out in India’s polity from day one. Newton’s third law is in full display.
ReplyDeleteFrom independence, team C (congress) made moves using taxpayers’ money to fund Haj Pilgrimage, host iftar parties at places not meant for politicking and sending to oblivion all other freedom fighters, finally converting these moves into several goals in several matches in terms of electoral victories. Team C further strengthened its scoring ability by ‘coal’-escing many similar minded smaller teams and ‘scam’-pering to goalposts and won two successive matches.
Supporters, cheerleaders and the crowd keep changing. They were most easily forgotten.
The first to tread is, of course, setting the path for all others to follow and therefore, must be mindful of the route he chooses and the path it sets. In its successful run-up to those goals, team C forgot that being first, it is setting the ‘standards’ for all subsequent matches. And we are seeing the matches now being played are using those very rules.
Now, it is the turn of team B (BJP). Right Back snatched the ball and made a counter-move (Sh. MM Joshi), midfielder took the ball and pushed further (Sh. LK Advani – his Rath, which became a wrath and finally a wreath on oppositions demise) and several other midfielders (Shankaracharyas, many saints and sadhvis etc) dodging the players of team C passed the ball on to forward players (Sh. AB Vajpayee, Pramod Mahajan, Sushma Swaraj, Arun Jaitley et al) and finally the goal is being scored by their most celebrated forward player.
Here too cheerleaders and crowds are not being remembered.
Nothing unusual except that team C is replaced by team B.
We didn’t crib then, so why become a crybaby now?
QED
Dear MMA, I have no problem with your soccer analogy. But I would answer your question at the end like this:
Delete'Both Team C and Team B did/ are doing their best to shore up their own political vote bank on the basis of 'religion"!
The difference is this:
> Team C did it by doing some positive/helpful things FOR one of the parties without taking anything away from the other party.
> Team B is doing the same - but by denigrating, demeaning, demonising, and even seeking to disenfranching the other party.
This is a quite considerable difference both on the practical plane, as well as on the philosophical plane of 'means-and-ends'.
But I appreciate that many folks don't see any difference at all!
Well said!
DeleteSuperbly written as usual! Sad state of affairs when looked at from the eyes of someone who is of rational mind. Fortunately the majority have succumbed to this mega jokers scamming skills. The nightmare will begin when they wake up from this voluntary state of offering their brains to be put into deep slumber.
ReplyDeleteif I find God by worshipping stone then I will worship mountain (Kabir) .. Era of irrationality with coopting of all institutions...who wants to speak truth to power and be on the wrong side of rampaging state might. Hope we make progress on HDI index to be amidst top 50 at least in Amrit kal. Opppsition is hopeless so hope lies in the highest position to whom all institutions ate supposed to serve - CITIZENS
ReplyDeleteEvery single day I intone the only words which is a straw of hope I keep clutching to that somehow, sense and logic WILL prevail:
ReplyDeleteWhere the mind is without fear
and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken
up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the
depths of truth;
Where tireless striving
stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the
dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward
by thee into ever widening
thought and actioninto that heaven of freedom,
my father,
let my country awake.
- Rabindranath Tagore
People are so desperate and lost, they run after stones to worship. They might as well have worshipped the millstone that grinds the flour they eat. Conniving political leaders make sheep out of them.
ReplyDeleteMr. Shukla has strung an addendum at the end of his opus - yesterday - if one is right. This opens the curtains once again.
ReplyDeleteAct 2, Scene 1: In Ayodhya, just before the Consecration - the furious torrent from Himachal comes gushing into the quadrangle vacated by the sulking seers a day ago.
Kangana.
(Her posse of patriarchal men assigned to her duty, from security, porters, reporters, and priests are around her. In the background the sound - as if by divine means - changes to the roar of the mighty Beas hurtling down the slopes crashing onto the boulders. She is dressed in a resplendent silk saree that adds to her dazzle, making it difficult for the patriarchal men assigned to her duty to sight her without squinting their eyes. Strangely, it is not them but she who has the biggest Ray Ban Aviators resting on the bridge of her sharp nose that pokes into everything it smells).
She is cleaning the sanctum of the temple, broom in hand, bent just a fraction as the cameras pan upon her.
Reporter: “Madam, how do you feel at being invited to the grandest of occasions?”
Kangana (in her style, now immortalised by Saloni Gaur): “Actually this is the biggest moment of my life to be invited by Shri Ram ji Himself as He comes back to his home after centuries. That our most revered Yajman ji is holding the hand of Shri Ram Lalla and seating him is even more momentous.”
Reporter: “Madam, now that your entry to the Manali seat for election is almost certain, what have you to say?”
Kangana (Flashing her trademark smirk and glaring through her glares): “Well this is a vindication of sorts for me. I am Himachal 's daughter and serving the Himachal people will be my honour and duty that I will no doubt carry out to the satisfaction of my revered Yajman ji. His wish shall be my command and the opposition’s head my demand.”
Reporter: “Madam, it is rumoured that the opposition plans to field Srimati Sunny Leone ji against you. What do you have to say in this matter?”
Kangana ( Throwing down her Ray Ban Aviators, eyes blazing fire, lashing out at the quailing reporter in her style, immortalised by Saloni Gaur): “Is it? Well I have just one thing to say to all the people of Himachal. That my family has seen every single film of mine with me next to them. Can they name me a single film of Sunny Bhabhi that her family has seen alongside her? One film? And I shall withdraw my nomination. I am nari shakti, nari bhakti and nari samman all in one. What is Sunny Bhabhi??!”
And away she whizzed, saree dazzling, towards the Hanuman Garhi temple to clean it, with the patriarchal men assigned to her duty, in tow.
End, Act 2, Scene 1.
Elsewhere in Himachal, Sunny Leone drawled in her Yankee twang to Avay Shukla, “The gal’s got chutzpah, but I got what it takes you men to stick to me. See ya at the poll booth dah’lin’. Be sure to come! Tah-taaa….!!”
Avay Shukla’s vote was stamped and sealed….
Imagine reading a blog by Avay without Vishwas Patankar's comments . It would be like Masala Dosa without Masala!
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