You feel threatened in the day as well as in the dark. Women and girls, mere rag dolls, watched by predatory eyes. Murders. Violence. Assaults. Road rage. Kidnappings. Divorces.
The clouds leak constantly. I imagine someone doing laundry up in the sky, trying to wash dark smudges from the rain clouds, wringing them dry into white fluff once again. The clouds have no shame. They weep constantly, not caring that all eyes are turned towards them.
There are whole herds of nilgai which have made the Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU) campus their home. Everyone who lives there must have seen a nilgai at least once, but no one knows much about them. Such a nilgai could be seen sunning itself outside the library or chewing cud behind a bristly bush.
It would not be wrong to say that today a spectre is haunting India, the spectre of Rohith Vemula. What Rohith was unable to do in life, his spectre has come to do in death. It haunts honourable ministers and prime minister alike; it is the rallying point around which gathers and revolves the nationwide student’s movement of 2016. His return after death as a symbol of the caste discrimination millions of Indians suffer daily has come to haunt the dreams of the powerful.
While M.S. Golwalkar is the better known ideologue of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh or RSS, Dr. B.S. Moonje was no less influential in the formation of the ethos of militant Hindu nationalism. A brilliant ophthalmologist who discovered a new way of treating cataract, he was the head of the Hindu Mahasabha from 1927 to 1937, when he was succeeded by V.D. Savarkar. He was a close friend and mentor of Hegdewar as well. After attending the Second Round Table Conference in England in 1931
Such an imagined land might as well be the abode of idle lotus eaters, or the dwelling place of ferocious sexual fiends, with a propensity for red meat with their alcohol, and a fervent dedication to various modes of family planning. Sandwiched between the realms of fanciful imagination and mundane reality, the Jawaharlal Nehru University exists almost proverbially, like the folk song, it never was new, and it never gets old.
Vidrohi recited his poems from a stage made of stones, or cement, or mere earth. JNU was Vidrohi’s Delphi. In a poem he called himself a descendant of Spartacus and warned the Caesars of history, he would collect the slaves and storm Rome.