The Morning Context India's Future
The Morning Context India's Future
The Morning Context India's Future
India is Pakistan by
another name
Kapil Komireddi
https://themorningcontext.com/chaos/narendra-modis-new-india-is-pakistan-by-another-name
14 February 2022
The prime minister must appreciate that there is fakery so flagrant that
even the most gullible will struggle to swallow it. This is why, like an
What is left in the end is a debris strewn with some factual non-
sequiturs about India before Modi—and many brazen lies about India
after Modi. For the opposition to attempt to sift through it is to trap itself
in the self-exhausting sport of litigating the past and distracting from the
present. In this way, rather than admit or acknowledge his government’s
failure, the prime minister succeeds in painting everything prior to his
ascent as a sham—and himself as India’s saviour and redeemer.
It was only after Modi announced the largest lockdown in history with a
four-hour notice on the evening of 24 March that it became apparent
that he had no plan. He had told Indians only days before that his
government had created a special task force to cushion the economic
distress provoked by the pandemic. He had done no such thing. Among
those who had not heard of the task force’s existence until the moment
it was announced was Nirmala Sitharaman—the person who, according
to Modi, was chairing it. The first budgetary allocation for all of India’s
emergency healthcare needs amounted roughly to Rs 100 for every
Indian. And the stimulus and relief package he pledged was the paltriest
of all the major economies in the world: under 1% of India’s GDP—more
or less the same amount set aside by Modi for the Central Vista project.
Rather than scrap that vanity venture, the prime minister expedited it.
One of Barack Obama’s first acts after being elected to the American
presidency during the worst financial crisis in a century was to cancel a
costly fleet of replacement helicopters ordered by the George W. Bush
administration. Confronted by a once-in-a-century pandemic, the Modi
government’s pressing priority was to set a deadline for the completion
of a palatial new mansion for the prime minister. Nor did the sight of the
greatest human exodus in India’s history since the partition of 1947
prompt the government to cancel its order of a pair of bespoke Boeing
jets to fly our prime servant in safety, comfort and style.
There was no provision for the stranded, the poor, the homeless and the
migrant workers. Holding labourers against their will far away from
home was explained away by one BJP MP as a necessary measure to
“kickstart economic activities”. When the BJP’s 21st-century version of
indentured servitude sparked an outcry, the desperate and destitute
workers were allowed to go home. But in a cruel irony, the publicly
owned Indian Railways, which days before had given Rs 150 crore to
Modi’s “PM Cares” slush fund, collected the full fare from them. The
Congress party has done a lot that is wrong. Giving succour to the poor
in 2020, whatever its motivation, must number among its worthiest
deeds.
And since the prime minister singled out the Congress for special
condemnation, it’s worth contrasting his indifference to the coronavirus
The distance between the Qaid-e-Azam’s priorities and the plight of the
people he governed could not have been greater. Having realized that
his quest for an ethnoreligious nation had failed—or was bound to fail—
Jinnah sought to bequeath the appearance of a formidable state. He
spawned, instead, a country that knew what it was not but possessed
no idea of what it was. Forged in resentment and rejection of Indian
multiplicity, Pakistan rapidly mutated into a quasi-theocracy in the
hands of a khaki-clad oligarchy that drove its talent abroad, pillaged
those who remained, rewrote history, persecuted heretics, reduced its
minorities to second-tier citizens in law and perpetrated a genocide of
its own citizens.
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Coda
Abridgement of great works of literature is intended to enhance their readership.
But I only recently discovered the extent of what is lost in condensation when I
picked up an unabridged edition of War and Peace. Reading the extensive
passages describing in evocative detail the landscapes, the motives of diplomats,
the formation and dissolution of strategy, the excitement of battle, the
wastefulness of war, the innermost longings of an outwardly flamboyant society,
I was staggered—and overcome by a renewed reverence for the sage of Yasnaya
Polyana. I encourage everyone to read it, in whatever form.