We are a country of an infinite diversity. Like Cantor’s dust, innumerable divisions live squashed together between its coastlines and mountains. We have Bongs, Gults, Tams, Digas, Mellus, Marathas, Panjus, Jaats, Jats, Biharis, Orias, Kashmirs, Nagas, Bodos, other-sister-state-sisters (collectively, ‘chinkies’), pahadis, gorkhas, gujjars, tribals, ghaatis, Mumbaikars, Delhiites, Calcuttans, Bangys, Mangys, Madrassis, Hindus, Muslims, Christians, Sikhs, Buddhists, Jains, Parsis, Jews (though most have only unofficially adopted India, or rather India has informally accepted Kasol as Israeli territory), ascetics, hippies, god-men, devil-women, steel barons, HR consultants, call centre employees slash private university students, farm labourers, child prostitutes, Rightists, Leftists, Centrists, Liberalists, Conservatives, fans, fanatics, reality TV millionaires, SCs, STs, OBCs…

I was going somewhere with this. The state of our country depresses me.

Can’t we all just get along?


2 Responses to “”

  1. The weird thing is we do get along. After a fashion. JK Galbraith’s description of us as a “functioning anarchy” seems truer every time I return to the Motherland!

  2. The truck driver wants to kill the car driver..the car driver wants to kill the auto rickshaw guy..the rickshaw guy wants to kill everyone else, but cannot..hence, everyone trudges along..
    We function coz we don’t have a choice, not bcoz we have found the magic formula..

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