This is now a badge of honour in the new India. In the good old India, their leaders and every person involved in the demolition of the Babri Masjid denied their involvement and distanced themselves from it, claiming that they were either too far or too busy or too uninformed or too powerless to stop it.
Why? Because back then, being involved in the illegal, immoral, and cowardly demolition was seen as the equivalent of being caught with one’s pants down: embarrassing, awkward, and best avoided or at least denied. Public show of one’s junk was considered uncivilised and not something anyone in public life wanted to be caught in the act of.
But since then (the good old days, aka, bure din), the leadership of India’s self-styled ‘largest political party in the world’ seems to have gotten on stage, unfurled their dhotis in a flash, pulled off their langotis with a flourish, and enthusiastically and unapologetically beaten their meat in public, coming all over their audience and the public space they occupy, orgasming to thundering slogans once reserved for more solemn religious occasions or war cries more suited to soldiers, being cheered while hosing them in a shower of come. The dopamine hits just kept coming as the people realised that our leaders are just like us, and we should not be ashamed of what Nehru had conditioned us to feel shame about, and the leaders realised that this is exactly what people want and they have been needlessly showing restraint all these years, thinking that it was Nehru they needed to emulate. Here, in the public bukake, everyone and their uncles and their dogs, are naked as the day they were born, and while they are here and they are without shame, each thinks that they might as well take the opportunity to give everyone a show.
And so now, after so much open and shameless masterstroking, as demonstrated by the top echelons of the leadership of this extremely popular party, we have reached a point where having been caught in flagrante delicto in the past is to be announced and celebrated, indeed something to be proud of to the point of accusing others, who purely by chance and not design, hadn’t been caught with their trousers at their ankles at that moment, of being less patriotic.
All of this by a former head of government of one of the most progressive, democratic, and prosperous states of India, and directed towards the sitting head of government of the same state. On the formation day of that state. To thunderous applause and raving reviews in the media.
Who would have thought! The lunatics have indeed taken over the asylum. And all of us, the sane ones, are now certified crazy. That’s the state of the nation. And our future.
