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A Very Long Innings!: Writing On The Wall
A Very Long Innings!: Writing On The Wall
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out to be crude but tragic melodrama. The Prince, already in love with a divorced woman (Camilla Parker-Bowles) had no place in his life for the vivacious Diana who became a huge public favourite. But a marriage with three people did not work. Diana went to town with details of her affairs and it was the lowest moment for the British monarchy. Yet, when the princess died in a Paris car crash, the royal family first stood aloof. But Prime Minister Tony Blair insisted that Diana should have a State funeral. As flowers mounted outside Buckingham Palace the mood of the British people clearly indicated that Diana was their favourite and not members of the royal family. Queen Elizabeth survived these tough days too. Obviously, it made her all the more determined she would not abdicate in favour of her son Charles. There were clear indications that the next king of England would be Prince William. But when that would happen was anybodys guess; for the time being, the 85-year-old monarch appeared to be going strong. There was still a lot of life in the ole girl.
cestors, intertwining everything with God, not knowing that there would be a day when a modern man could reject God altogether for wrong reasons and look elsewhere for lasting values. The first-ever rhyme sung by a mother (almost all the mothers in the past knew this rhyme, while feeding their children) Chandamama rave, jabilli rave was bestowed on them by Padakavitapitamaha Tallapaka Annamachrya some 650 years back! How many children remember clap and clap and clap in their next age group? It is total crap and they will soon know it. A child today is made to understand that his mother will be happy if he speaks in English, and anything that he does to make her happy will be his idea of achievement. He will certainly imbibe all that pleases her and make her proud. Unfortunately, she does not know what to filter in the mindless orgies of the Western cultures
money he can make and judge the status by their ability to circumvent or rob the other persons opportunity. Cold commercialization has eroded our values. Our ethics are drooping to a new low each day. We watch women battering their children, abandoning them as rotten vegetables, acid-throwing sycophants and youth swayed by short-term results and sensationalism; boys resorting to selfstyled revenges like acid-throwing. Our leaders end up in jails each day, bully the system, and lie unabashedly about their ill-gotten fortunes. We have legislators raising cudgels in the very temples of democracy; aged ministers having affairs with married women and murdering them. Though this may sound simplistic to relate this behavior to the influence of our films and TV soaps playing to the galleries with violence and bad taste, one cannot deny their share. Our generation has completely eroded the future of our children; 70 years hence, we are going to hand over this planet as a barren desert to posterity. The youth today are restless; they are seething with pain at this mindless loot. They were not taught
HEGDE WAS MERELY THINKING ALOUD; STARTING A HARE, AS IT WERE, AND NOT OFFERING SOLUTIONS. NEITHER DID HE, EVEN BY IMPLICATION, REFER TO THE POSSIBLE OUTCOME OF THE THEN ENSUING PARLIAMENTARY ELECTIONS; HE TALKED OF THAT TIME
of that time. For yet another, the performance of the Congress in the Assembly elections held just a few months earlier in several States would seem to reinforce the need for secular consolidation. If that could begin with a Congress-led coalition government at that stage, the average voter would have understood by the time of the next general election that the choice before him/her was clear and obvious. After all, the electorate has always known as much as any political party that there could no longer be one great Augean accusation which would clear everything up and restore society to a state of primal grace; neither has there been any leader in recent times who could be regarded even as a smudged facsimile of Nehru. Finally, while all this cacophony may have caused discomfort to the then Prime minister PV Narasimha Rao, he was far too astute not to know that his garroting rope was the fickleness of most of his followers, including the avowed ones, who would be the first to desert him if ever the chips were down. For instance, when Bal Thackeray announced that the morning after he had been sworn in Union Minister for Health, A R Antulay had rung him up to say that he was Thackerays ambassador in Delhi, the nation was inclined to dismiss it as the boast of a super egotist and expected Antulay to issue a denial. But the Minister merely compounded his servility to the pinchbeck Hitler through his subsequent explanation that he had, thereby, only sought to convey to the people of Maharashtra that he was the ambassador of the whole State! By the way, had Maharashtra seceded from the Indian Union? Antulay was far too highly educated a person not to know that while an ambassador represented one country in another, a Union Minister represented the whole country, not just his home-State. Then where was the need for him to send such an atrocious message to one whose hands were stained with the blood of thousands of innocent people? If one even today views Gadgils remarks in the light of these facts and developments, one cannot help concluding that, notwithstanding all that he said the party was doing or was planning to do, to project a better image before the nation, all that Congress leaders, as also those of almost every other party, are engaged in is a discreet search for a vote of confidence in their politics, a matter of grandiose designs their commitment to which needs frequent reinforcement and ratification.
SINCE WHEN HAVE WE FORGOTTEN TO TELL OUR CHILDREN ACHARYA DEVOBHAVA? FOR SEVERAL INTELLECTUALS TODAY, THIS MAY SOUND LIKE FUNDAMENTALIST JARGON
which Westerners themselves are struggling to come out of. He imbibes everything that comes his way. Our culture has long lost its way in the mad pursuit of career-oriented accomplishments and not value-based education. Some highly educated women were talking on a TV channel after the stabbing incident, that each school must have a person for emotional counseling. Emotional counselling at school level! Not even one person could diagnose the real malady. Software icon N R Narayana Murthy lamented that the number of role models that our youngsters can look up to today is decreasing. How many people in our public life can you be proud of for their honesty, courage, commitment and hard work? he asked. Without doubt, these are the products of clap your hands; clap your hands culture. There is a saying in the Bhagavad Gita: Yadyadacharati Shreshtaha As the elders of a community stride, so will their followers be. But, sadly, we have to impress on our very own institutions (let alone Siberian) that the Bhagavad Gita is a universal text with time-tested values. We have forfeited our depth of thought, and the lasting values that were handed over to us down ages for the sake of livelihood and careers. We have become wiser and our goals are essentially profit-oriented. We assess each persons success by the amount of how they could ventilate their anger. Commit suicide? Yes, they are unfortunately rudderless. Did we hear of anybody committing suicide some 40 years back for not getting enough marks? They are nervous. They cannot stand the mediocrity because they were condemned for no fault of theirs. They can see that they were led by rogues. How do they react? When a teacher reprimands his or her ward for his poor performance, what can he do? He can checkmate the teacher. The so-called Western culture, which was handed over to him proudly in his early childhood, courtesy his parents and elders, threw many solutions to him. He has no reason to judge culpability. He knew only clap your hands, clap your hands culture. Nobody taught him Acharya devobhava. He stabbed his teacher, chasing her, not once but seven times. He has no remorse. He does not even know and has not been told that a teacher is next to his parents. For the heinous crime committed by this 9th class student, strict punishment should be meted out, no doubt. But not to that poor lad. But to you, me and to all of us who has a major share in this crime, because he is merely the face of the collective failure of society. We are improvising it by importing and imparting this pseudo-culture each day to our children. He is a criminal by default, while we have all committed the crime.