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TA LKIN G SOC IOLO G Y
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TALKI N G SO CI OLO G Y
D IPA N K A R G U PTA
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RAM I N JA H A N BEG LO O
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A Bengali Household
RAMIN JAHANBEGLOO (RJ): In your writings you have
often emphasized the relation between tradition and modernity.
Could we start these conversations by applying this approach
to your own life? You were born in October 1949 in Patna,
Bihar. How would you describe your family background? Was
it traditional or modern?
DIPANKAR GUPTA (DG): Well my background was, I think,
a mix of both. I come from a Bengali family, and Bengalis, as
you know, are often accused of being cultural patriots. True to
type, my father was very keen that we not only speak Bengali
at home, but also read and write it. So we were brought up in
the traditions prevalent in most Bengali households at that time,
except we were rarely in Bengal. But my father’s background
was solidly in Bengal, where he was educated and he earned his
Masters degree from Calcutta University.
RJ: Were you always out of Bengal?
DG: We were exposed to places outside of Bengal much more.
Though I was born in Patna, we never really lived there. My
Talking Sociology. Dipankar Gupta and Ramin Jahanbegloo, Oxford University Press
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East Bengal, today’s Bangladesh, but all that meant little after
the Partition in 1947. Fortunately, unlike many other such
families of his kind in those days, my father had a regular degree
in economics and banking, so we survived and kept our heads
above water. At any rate, before Partition the bank I mentioned
sent him to Patna to open its first branch outside Bengal. He was
chosen probably because he was near at hand and had the right
kind of qualifications for the job. Soon after he came to Patna
he got married and within a year or so my older brother was
born. To return to your question, no there was no real political
engagement in my family, which is just as well.
RJ: Do you find that strange?
DG: Not that strange really. I realize, from my own biography,
that most people do not reason out political issues the way
members of the active intelligentsia do. Hence, when comments
are made along lines of ‘how and what people think’ about
politics, or on larger social issues, I am always a bit suspicious.
In my view, most people do not have sustained views, or, at
least, properly reasoned out one’s on these matters. If I had
come from a politically active background, I might have not
been as sensitive to the general ideological apathy that exists
everywhere. There are mood swings, even periodic flare-ups
of passion. Even those views that are of fairly long-standing
nature are rarely ever put to critical scrutiny or examined in
terms of simple logic. My father’s side of the family leaned
heavily towards the judicial service and from my mother’s side
they were mostly in the police. So you might say that was quite
a mix—judiciary and the arm of the law. So, if anything, my
background was more bureaucratic and administrative than
anything else; pretty conventional, I should think. My father’s
pre-Partition life was neither recalled actively, nor did I see any
traces of it while growing up.
From Bihar to Delhi 5
RJ: But did they ever talk about Gandhi and Nehru or politics
at home?
DG: Very little, very little discussion on politics. In fact, politics
was probably first discussed in my family when I was around 19
at the time of Naxalbari and the counterculture movement in
Europe. That too would not have happened had I not introduced
these topics at home. The Vietnam War, of course, made all of
this more immediate. I think that generation suddenly came into
politics, even world politics, and mine was not an atypical case.
But till that stage, till my undergraduate years, I would listen
to political discussions with a certain disdain and particularly
resented the raised voices in which they were conducted. I
found that both abhorrent and mindless. Little did I know then
that very soon I too would be behaving in a similar fashion.
Fortunately, I worked my way out of that mode of political
participation, but some of that still lingers.
An Agnostic Indian
RJ: Did you have any contact with religions of India as a child?
DG: Not really. As I said, our religious observances were not
of the temple-visiting variety. They were limited principally to
Durga Puja or Kali Puja. Of the two, Durga Puja generated the
most enthusiasm. The main reason for this was that it lasted
for ten fun-filled days where we could all preen ourselves in
our brand new outfits and in our new shoes that still pinched.
Once, when I was probably eight years old, or about that age,
my parents took us to Mathura and Vrindavan. All I recall is a
feeling of discomfort as I could not relate to those places, as one
should, or was expected to.
RJ: Do you consider yourself an atheist?
DG: I do not think I am an atheist.
RJ: How about being an agnostic?
From Bihar to Delhi 9
that happened after I joined college, not before that. Till I was
about 16 or so, I was innocent about these issues. Doubtless,
you know many people who were much more intellectually
alert than I was at that age.
RJ: How deeply immersed are you in Bengali tradition? Were
there other influences?
DG: My Bengaliness is neither fully rounded nor profound,
as I mentioned earlier. It was largely family influence, though
a very powerful one. A close friend of mine once said that I
‘feel’ like a Bengali but think like a non-Bengali. I am not sure
what that means, but I can sense there is some truth lurking in
that observation. As we entered our teens, western pop took
over our aesthetic sense of music and my father, in particular,
despaired at that. Not that he stopped us from listening to Bill
Haley, Elvis Presley, or The Beatles, but often enquired, with
true puzzlement, as to how we could take all that noise to be
music? Even so, Tagore songs and poems did the rounds in our
home, and even now I can recite a few lines, hum a few songs
by the great poet, and pass off as a reasonably cultivated Bengali.
When I put on that garb, I think I try to be like my father, but
of course, my appreciation of this aspect of culture is quite
shallow, though not completely untutored. I can spot a Bengali
charlatan when I see one.
RJ: The atmosphere in your home was very Bengali, even though
you lived mostly out of Bengal.
DG: Yes, you could say that. I do not know how people from
other regions who live outside their original home state cope
with their cultural baggage, but I grew up in a fairly Bengali
atmosphere. A lot of Tagore was always swirling around us and
we almost worshipped him. There was just nothing lacking in
that man, and that is indeed how most Bengalis viewed him; he
12 Talking Sociology
Nastanirh (broken nest) too brings to the fore the issue of marital
fidelity and exposes the pretensions of our everyday lives. At
a time when nationalism circled in swift currents in India,
for someone like Tagore to oppose nationalism, four square,
was an intellectual tour de force. This is a lesson that should
resonate with us even today. This is because nationalism can be
a destructive force too. Likewise, in Gora Tagore encourages
us to ask whether or not our epistemological understanding of
the ‘self’ and the world is pure intellect, or culture at work, or
governed by circumstances and context. If we opt for the latter
then we would quickly realize how our religious, or cultural
identity is not hallowed by tradition but hollowed by time, and
only the here and the now of the context breathes fire into it.
Tagore, for me, is very relevant in contemporary India and I do
not say this as a Bengali but as someone who is persuaded by the
sociological imagination.
but I cannot testify to this for I did not see any of that happening,
and if it did, it took place outside my range of vision.
RJ: How was life for you in school?
DG: I was never a happy school boy, especially before the age of
ten. I felt I was bullied by my teachers and by class mates, and my
older brother would often come to my rescue. My discomfort in
school was quite in contrast to the way I felt at home where there
was a lot of tenderness and love, my mother demonstrably, like
most mothers, my father less so, like most fathers. My brother
too was always on my side. All of this made the contrast with
the school atmosphere scary for me. After I entered my teens
that nervousness left me and I became much bolder, but I always
had rather strained relations with all the schools I attended,
barring one. My favourite school years were in Mumbai, in
Cathedral and John Connon School. Sadly, I did not spend
too much time there because my father was soon transferred
from Mumbai to Kanpur. My first brush with Kanpur was as
if I had entered another world. I had to face the horror, pure
horror, of interacting with people who spoke Hindi perfectly
and showed no hesitation in picking faults with my command
of that language. When I read later of how strongly Tamil Nadu
opposed the imposition of Hindi, I could sympathize with that
sentiment. Over time, things began to improve and I gradually
became more confident in my surroundings and more adept in
my social relations with kids of my age.
RJ: What about your post-school years in college and university?
DG: Post school, my undergraduate years were both bitter
and sweet, some memories cling nicely, some I wish would
go away. My student days became exciting only after I joined
the Department of Sociology at the Delhi School of Economics
(DSE). I was 19 years old then and the magic of that place was so
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A Mumbai Man
RJ: Does that mean you are a Mumbai person now?
DG: Because I had such a good time in Mumbai in those days,
it is a place that always calls out to me. I have spent almost
my entire life in Delhi, but I think I know Mumbai better. My
friends tell me that there is a lot of romanticizing in my feelings
about Mumbai, and they are probably right. After all, I have
not lived there for a long time now, and going somewhere as a
tourist and traveller is not the same things as earning a living,
going to work, finding an apartment, and facing the rains—the
‘real’ Mumbai demands all that.
From Bihar to Delhi 17
Delhi. During those years, I read some of the best classics in the
English language, and a few European works in translation.
RJ: Did reading literature leave an impact on you?
DG: Most of all it stoked my imagination and I would try and
picture what I had read and that was really engrossing, more
like daydreaming. Sometimes a book or a poem left such a
strong impression on me that I would fancy myself growing up
to be a novelist, or even a lyricist. My closest friend in those
days had a houseful of quirky relatives and they were often the
subject of my short stories, none of which ever got published.
What pleases me, however, is that my friend, after all these
years, still remembers my many attempts to immortalize his
family. It is often remarked, in a light-hearted, though not
entirely unwarranted, way that every Bengali boy must, at
some stage, write poetry or short stories. I guess I fell into
that category rather neatly. Quite independent of me, my son
Dipayan is an avid reader and this pleases me no end. I must,
however, confess that his aesthetic sensitivities are far more
developed than mine.
RJ: What about reading political or philosophical books?
DG: As I said earlier, I was not an intellectual type from the
start, nor did I have any ambitions towards that end. Till I came
to the DSE any thought of reading books, unless part of the
course requirement, was an imposition. Good, classic novels
and plays were the exception. After university, what I really
wanted to be was a police officer. After all, my mother’s side
of the family, my uncles and my grandfather, were policemen
and I admired them. Till then, education was a ticket to a job
and not a life-long quest that it later became. I often feel that
some of my colleagues in academia had a head-start over me
as they had intellectual heroes and prized an intellectual life
From Bihar to Delhi 21
adjust to serve political and economic drives and are never really
expressed in their pure form. For this purpose, I thought it best
to study a popular movement for that would sharply bring out
how tradition is a malleable phenomenon amenable to specific
worldly interests. That is how I came to do my PhD on the Shiv
Sena.
RJ: Would you call that a turning point?
DG: This was an important turning point for me. From then on
I began to see the tie between traditional and cultural relations
in a more academic and disciplined fashion. I had to modify,
en route, some of my ideas about Marx too. I don’t think my
upbringing itself played too big a role but I must also say it did
not inhibit me in any way in my approach towards tradition and
modernity. The truth is I was not grounded in any one culture
and yet at the same time not quite deracinated either. At least
that is how I saw myself. I never felt that I was an outsider and
indeed believe, even today, regardless of one’s upbringing, my
India is as good as anybody else’s. Nobody has a monopoly on
this matter. My India is as good as that of any other, sometimes
better, simply because I have studied it. It all began at the DSE.
RJ: On a number of occasions you mentioned that you were
swayed towards academics because of the brilliance of the
professors at the DSE. Who were they?
DG: Everybody who was anybody in the intellectual firmament
was there.
RJ: Big names?
DG: Yes, of course. In sociology we had M.N. Srinivas, who
you might say invented modern sociology in India. Then
there was the star of them all—Professor Andre Beteille.
His presence was uplifting for he brought western and Indian
From Bihar to Delhi 23
Appreciating Philosophy
RJ: But were you acquainted with Indian philosophy?
DG: I came to appreciate Indian philosophy much later when I
was in my early thirties. My interest in epistemology, causation,
inference, and on the various theories of ‘Being’ was certainly
initiated by European thinkers. Later, when I read Mimamsa
and Nyaya, I found so many parallels, not similarities, let us
be clear, with Western thought that it left me puzzled. Why
is it that Hume, Kant, right down to thinkers like Heidegger
left such an impact on science but not our philosophers who
were also circling over roughly the same intellectual territory?
Is it because all of this happened in India way back in the first
millennium AD, perhaps even before that, and we were,
consequently, victims of the early starter disadvantage? Perhaps
the world and society of the times were just not ready for these
ideas and, therefore, they sank into variants of theology, which
they were not meant to be.
RJ: Have you found a satisfactory answer for yourself to this
riddle?
DG: This is a question to which I have not yet found a
reasonable answer. I wonder if this is why later generations
of Indian thinkers were not able to make that breakthrough
into the secular world of science. Is this why they eventually
rested their oars, instead, by leaving matters to Brahma? Is this
how ‘routinization’ of philosophy takes place? There could be
something in this line of reasoning, for in the Mimamsa too, a
text which is all about performing ritual correctly, there is no
God. Nor is there the necessity of God in almost every branch
of Indian philosophy, inclusive of Vaisheshika and Sankhya.
Patanjali’s texts too can be read in their entirety without the
insertion of Brahma. Why then did God enter the picture in
From Bihar to Delhi 25
such a big way when such a presence was not really called
for at the start? Here I am not talking about the Vedas or the
Upanishads which are, by comparison, nowhere as profound
as the schools of Indian, note not Hindu, philosophy that I just
referred to.
RJ: Do you remember the books you read on western thought
and philosophy?
DG: Well, I’ll quickly tell you the philosophers that impressed
me apart from Marx and Hegel. I was very struck by what Fichte,
and later, by what Kant had to say. Fichte provided me with a
strong foundational conception of ontology in that the dialectic
of thesis—antithesis and synthesis proceeds irrespective of
volition, or deliberate effort; it is in the nature of our being
that this should be so. I encountered this idea, once again, but
much later when I was introduced to the notion of ‘prakrit’
in Sankhya.
RJ: Before we get into Sankhya and so on, let me ask you: why
Fichte?
DG: Good question. It is like this: both Hegel and Marx went
wrong with the dialectic because they brought the synthesis to
an end. Whereas for Fichte, the original dialectician, nothing
could stop this process not even the most advanced historical
stage. It is only after we grasp the profundity of this position
that it is possible to begin one’s studies on the subject of social
development and change and realize the unfinished character of
all so-called finished projects of modernity.
RJ: Anything else about Fichte?
DG: Fichte impressed me in yet another way, and I ran into this
point of view later in Nietzsche. Fichte believed that if one was
truly convinced about a point of view, deep from the inside, and
26 Talking Sociology
RJ: You just said that in JNU all points of view were allowed
and that the JNU professors did not have a pronounced political
position. But the general view is that JNU was very left wing
from the start?
DG: That is incorrect. It is not as if JNU was leftist through and
through. The student body certainly was and the leaders of the
left among them were extremely good speakers and debaters—
part of the reason why many found them attractive, if not their
ideology. The majority of professors were not left, but they were
not right-wing fundamentalists either. That breed was difficult
to spot, an extinct species in those days. However, there was
a pronounced bias towards the Congress and this was evident
from the fact that some of the most important decision makers
and administrators in JNU of the 1970s were Congress in their
politics and temperament. Of course, this was clothed in leftist
fabric, but in their view Mrs Indira Gandhi represented a healthy
status quo. When the Emergency came, that unsettled things
significantly, but that was later. The intellectual tenor of JNU
remained left of centre during this period, but in a somewhat
battered condition. It re-established itself soon after the
Emergency was lifted. Indira Gandhi did not repeat her mistakes
when she came back in 1980, so JNU remained peaceful, vibrant,
and non-conformist in a happy, conformist way.
RJ: But JNU was always politically active and to the left, at least
on the student front?
DG: At JNU, political discussions and heated arguments were the
order of the day. Yet, I don’t recall a single instance of physical
violence even when we were in the thick of student union
elections. What is also interesting is that election manifestos and
speeches in JNU had no time for issues like hostel conditions,
mess bills, or even unfair grading. In fact, in one exceptionally
heated, pre-student union election meeting, the Trotskyists and
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Politics at JNU
RJ: Were there Maoists and Congress student activists in JNU
those days?
DG: Indeed there were many Maoists students in our midst.
They were all very fiery and terribly well-read. I have kept up
with some of them and they have generally mellowed quite a bit,
like the rest of us. But they were an intellectual force to reckon
with in those years. Remember, we knew very little at that time
of the repression that Mao had let loose in China. What we
hailed about Mao was his rallying exhortation to ‘Bombard the
Headquarters’. For young blood of those days, this was like a
clarion call. Today, we might smile at this silliness, but today is
not what yesterday was. In general the faculty in JNU, barring a
few, were Centrists, but there was nobody that I knew of at that
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