I should like to remind Indians that Indian relevance is not reflected in the Nobel Prize. Indians, through centuries, have partaken, at individual levels, in herculean endeavours that are beyond ability of human understanding; and thus we have lived for untold centuries. The Nobel Prize Committee (God Bless its Collective Notions), in its warm, gilded, tail-coated splendour lives in an era whence it must equate Hinduism and Islam by the way of example in Divergent India and little criminal Pakistan; as if the bestowal of the Nobel Prize to a brave Pakistani girl does favour to Islam, or the other half of the prize, to a Hindu Indian, means anything at all to anyone, except the Indian Media. In all the basking glory and the learned dissertations, the coffee table bullshit and the outpourings from drawing room encyclopediae, has anyone pondered upon and asked as to what manner of monumentally irrelevant arrogance makes the Nobel Committee connect the Indian mandate and Pakistani reality in one breath?
Children are the future. We hold our world in trust for our children who are inheritors of tomorrow. Those that believe in this proposition will work by any means possible in preserving the glories of this world for our children, who will be men and women of tomorrow. They will do so without and in spite of Nobel Committees or the Nobel Prize; or Presidential Medals, Bharat Ratnas and Padma Bhushans of the world; without Freedom of Cities and inane interviews by a media which seems to have supplanted the advertising agency as a repository for the largest collection of deranged drunken morons that society would otherwise chuck out as impenetrable refuse. To those such as you of such persuasions, then, I raise a toast; I mean, a well toasted turd for all your efforts and effusions.
India is a nation. India’s only mandate has been in living in peace; as a land for all – of divergent religious persuasions and passions; of myriad languages, speeches, thoughts, dreams and aspirations. The Indian nation is rooted in that noble and eternal philosophy which grants equality to all as a natural state of being, and not as a charter dressed up with expensive signatures and bond paper – all preserved in a museum – an artefact which exists, in itself, as nothing more than a signature of man’s monumental social, moral and political ego. The world does not fear India’s rise. The world fears China’s advent and the world hates even the mention of Pakistan. Unity in the world is not achieved by yoking a horse together with a feral hyena; and this wisdom is obviously lost in a social club that finds continued relevance in the world by making a brand of a prize funded by the invention of the dynamite, and bestowed upon the so called “deserving”, just like Barak Obama, so as to remain oh, so, fucking relevant.
Let us awaken? Please? Let us not behave like emancipated niggers? Pretty-please? For where there is third party drawing room emancipation, the African or the Indian will never be known by their achievements, but merely as Niggers. Does the media and the intelligentsia understand this hypothesis? Is it understood by the so called pillars of our increasingly corporatised society, whose so called leaders hold positions that indicate no positive value, but solely the reflection of their corporation’s social-climb-calendars; and a sordid career line of “I-lick-yours-and-you-chew-mine”?
To be free is to be something so as to turn our environment into a heaven of equity. Freedom does not entail the right to do whatever the hell you want; in other words, freedom is not to be free without, but to be free to touch skies within. Yet, we persist in dredging depths as though treasure is to be found in the meanest and basest lowest common denominator; and such is the tragedy. The climb towards excellence is present in every individual human, whatever be his or her station. Yet, human institutions live not by excellence, but by the base, mean, and prejudiced perpetuation of the idea of excellence. The time for change is past. It is now the hour of action. And one would be grateful for tiny, tender mercies, if such actions also took seed in the core of such institutes like the Nobel Committee.
I am bloody done.
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