One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.
-- Plato
Everyone is not uniformly political. I suppose that like many other things, political awareness is also normally distributed in a population. Take me, for instance. I am averagely aware of the politics of India. I am aware that a faux-Centrist, faux-secular party called Congress (I) rules my country. I am also aware that it is embarassingly indicative of an organization's history of personality-cult politics and insecurity when it feels compelled to tack on the initials of an important member at the end of its name. It's like if the Republicans called themselves Republican Party (L), or if Microsoft called itself Microsoft (WHG-III).
I am also vaguely aware of the political positions that this party takes (something about some sort of worship of a pale goddess) and the party's organizational structure and functioning (something about some sort of worship of a pale goddess).
I know that the top job in my country is held down by a gentleman known as Manmohan Singh, who, as some people tell me, has high-quality education coming out of his ears. I am also aware that said people are completely unaware of the tremendous amount of instructive irony involved when you tout the lofty academic credentials of a nominal vertebrate.
I know what greases the wheels of the political machinery in some of the states of India. I know what drives the averagely informed voter to make his choices because I am averagely informed myself. I am also averagely
involved because I occasionally express my opinions in the presence of company or on this blog. I also sometimes sign petitions. Let that be known. God alone knows who reads those petitions, but hey, I've never been stingy with my autographs, okay? I cannot vote any more because I am non-resident, but I try to make up for that by being a little more vocal than is socially pleasing.
So I am averagely informed and averagely involved. And there are some who are far more aware than I am, and some who are far less so. But I think that no matter how informed or involved you are, at a bare minimum you must be informed and involved about the politics of discrimination, because it always either affects you or a friend. Caste and religion based affirmative action is discriminatory politics.
A recent conversation that I had with someone somewhere went somewhat like this.
I, Sougata: Have you heard? Manmohan Singh has proposed religion-based reservations in education and employment (both private and public sectors).
[Please gather from the above that I sometimes speak in parantheses.]
Person I just met: Really?
I, Sougata: Yes. Isn't that terrible?
Person I just met: I wouldn't worry. These days it's getting difficult to push such things through. They don't take things lying down any more. Don't worry. They'll fight it. It won't happen.
He thus dismissed my fears and the conversation ended there. It takes interest on both sides in something to maintain a conversation about that thing.
I like this guy's faith. He says "They" won't let it happen.
Yes, I am sure "They" won't.
I like his detachment. He says "They" will fight.
Oh, "They" are just itchin', I imagine.
You know, it is easy to live in a world where others fight your fights. It is easy to live in a world where other people change the world by marching with a banner that has your desires scribbled on it. I want to live in that world, because it is warm and full of steaming hot chocolate and kittens that will never grow into mangy, horny cats.
I have a question: Who is this amorphous "They"? I get the distinct impression that there is this large and mysterious organization resident in India with a huge payroll that is registered under the official name "They", and that the sole revenue-earning activity of said organization is to actively oppose the
short cons policies that the
low-rent, mouth-breathing tosser politician that answers to the name of Manmohan Singh pulls out of his
behind hat from time to time.
There is no "They". There is no payroll. There is only "Us". Ya gots to get up and feel the feelin', luv. Others may or may not do it for you. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it doth ring apeshit-crazy for you.
A little paranoia is sometimes good.
As an afterthought, it occurred to me that I have just bitched and moaned at length about the length of a conversation I had with someone. Now if that's not a new low in my already very low social life, I don't know what is. Therefore, without further howdo, I'll climb off my soapbox and stop whining like a Bob Dylan song.