The germs and seeds of animosity

 

There are irreconcilable communal tensions in various societies world over. The bug of communalism has rebranded itself in post-modernist world with shinier, more attractive colors.

An uncle from another state is all praise for the Haryanvi Jats: ‘They wiped out their population to make it all clean in Haryana. But the Hindu farmers in our state weren’t up to the mark in their cleaning act. In fact the Haryanvi farmers had put up a proposal to us, “Your area still has lots of gochani (a wheat and chana mixed crop, a weak variation and not sufficiently productive) left, so we will come to cut the harvest and make it just wheat. The chana has to leave or it gets obliterated. One crop only. Only the wheat crop is beneficial for the farmer’s economic welfare. Mixed crops spoil the taste. You guys just have to provide us food while we reap the harvest and make it a suitable monoculture.” But then this chap Gawahaar Lal butted in and undid their plans. Military was deployed in the area. And lots of gochani was left in our state. We have been bearing its consequences since 1947. But the sage ruler is now doing good to make it feel like one crop in the field. We feel safe. Earlier it was impossible to even set out of the house after the dark. They are too violent and have criminal tendency and hence ruled as mafias and dacoits. But now they are forced to be well-behaved and are minding their own business thus leaving us in peace.’

Humanity is like an ever-boiling soup comprising ingredients proud of their insolubility in the broth of unified goodwill. What follows is brazen zealotry in the name of religion; human flesh and bones strewn around like fish scales and entrails. An infuriated mis-creation throbbing with devilish pulsation. The communal debauchery. Ground squelching with muddied blood.

And what does all this come down to? It writes a few lines (the same stale lines written with bloody ink smelling of hate) in the same chapter (the very same chapter plotted by the blood-mongering parasite of hate) in the very same book (the book written by the ever-tormented souls) of anxiety, fear, phobias and intoxication with power.