Nehru wrote in his Autobiography-
Indians and Englishmen are, I am afraid, likely to disagree about the record of British rule in India.
Only if they were paid to do so. Otherwise, why bother? India must have been pretty shitty if the Brits could take it over and run if profitably for so many years. Moreover, Brits had little desire to work or settle in India after it became independent whereas Indians paid good money to get a chance to come and clean toilets at Heathrow. Since India kept British institutions but ran them badly, the record of British rule, in the experience of the Indians who took over the Administration, must have been better than anything that went before or- in the case of the Dynasty & its soi disant 'Socialism' - which had established itself since. On the other hand, it must be admitted, Nehru created the Planning Commission. That was an innovation. But the thing was so shitty, no one shed a tear when Modi got rid of it.
That is perhaps natural, but it does come as a shock when high British officials, including Secretaries of State for India, draw fanciful pictures of Indians past and present and make statements which have no basis in fact.
Yet Nehru, in his books, does nothing else. Secretaries of State for India had proven themselves to be able administrators and statesmen before attaining that rank. Nehru had no such talent though, no doubt, he was actually less crazy than his rivals.
It is quite extraordinary how ignorant English people, apart from some experts and others, are about India.
No it isn't. The English don't need to know anything about India. Nehru's daddy had paid a lot of money so Nehru would acquire that ignorance in England.
If facts elude them, how much more is the spirit of India beyond their reach?
Fuck would they want with the spirit of a shithole? The ghost of a fart is no great ornament to those who lay hold of it.
They seized her body and possessed her, but it was the possession of violence.
Did they also sodomize Spirit of India? Did they shit on its tits? It is details like this which a good barrister should highlight.
They did not know her or try to know her.
Or make polite conversation after buggering her and shitting on her tits. This was a faux pas. Queen Victoria would so not have been amused.
They never looked into her eyes, for theirs were averted and hers downcast through shame and humiliation.
Because John Bull was shitting copiously on her tits while reading the Morning Chronicle. Spirit of India preferred the Manchester Guardian.
After centuries of contact they face each other, strangers still, full of dislike for each other.
People who pay money to shit on the tits of the Spirits of various nations, don't want to have to face those Spirits over the breakfast table. They'd prefer a cheery conversation about England's prospects in the Ashes.
And yet India with all her poverty and degradation had enough of nobility and greatness about her,
despite all the shit encrusted on her tits
and though she was overburdened with
shit on her tits
ancient tradition and present misery, and her eyelids were a little weary, she had “ a beauty wrought out from within upon the flesh, the deposit little cell by cell, of strange thoughts and fantastic reveries and exquisite passions ”.
Nehru is quoting Walter Pater on the Mona Lisa. Spirit of India wasn't just a whore who was regularly sodomized and whose tits were incessantly shat upon. She was also some type of sexually depraved Vampire.
Behind and within her battered body one could still glimpse a majesty of soul.
up her fanny with a flashlight
Through long ago she had travelled and gathered much wisdom on the way, and trafficked with strangers
she was trafficked by strangers. That's a route by which you gain not Sophia but Syphilis.
and added them to her own big family,
of bastards
and witnessed days of glory and of decay,
not to mention a lot of shitting on her tits
and suffered humiliation and terrible sorrow,
which is a good reason why you shouldn't let all and sundry shit on your tits
and seen many a strange sight;
Viceroys straining to take a dump on your tits are, indeed, a peculiar spectacle
but throughout her long journey she had clung to her immemorial culture,
of getting shat on by all and sundry
drawn strength and vitality from it,
Spirit of India was a coprophagous slut. Perhaps Nehru confused it with some pig he saw.
and shared it with other lands.
Which promptly turned to shit. Japan began its National revival by burning down Buddhist temples and forcing monks to grow out their hair and get married and get a fucking job you lazy cunt.
Like a pendulum she had swung up and down;
Pendulums swing from side to side. Nehru wasn't a very observant man. Still, he had a degree in Natural Science from Cambridge.
she had ventured with the daring of her thought to’ reach up to the heavens and unravel their mystery, and she had also had bitter experience of the pit of hell.
We get it. Spirit of India was a vagabond slut getting shat on wherever she went. Still, it wasn't till Nehru became Prime Minister that India became synonymous with famine and military defeat.
Despite the woeful accumulations of superstition and degrading custom that had clung to her and borne her down, she had never wholly forgotten the inspiration that some of the wisest of her children, at the dawn . of "history, had given her in the Upanishads.
Them guys were Brahmans. Guess which caste Nehru belonged to?
Their keen minds, ever restless and ever striving and exploring, had not sought refuge in blind dogma or grown complacent in the routine observance of dead forms or ritual and creed.
Instead they took refuge in Theistic Religion with strong family and Societal values- not Nehruvian Secular Socialist diarrhea.
They had demanded not a personal relief from suffering in the present
Yes they had. Read the Atharvaveda. Its all about getting relief from various ailments. Nothing wrong with that. Faith is not an infallible cure but it is better than nothing.
or a place in a paradise to come,
Swarga. We do pray that we may join our ancestors there. Again, there is nothing wrong in that at all.
but light and understanding: “ Lead me from the unreal to the real, lead me from darkness to light, lead me from death to immortality .” In the most famous of the prayers recited daily even to-day by millions, the gayatri mantra, the call is for knowledge, for enlightenment.
Fuck me! Nehru didn't even know the Gayatri Mantra! What he is quoting is the Pavamana Mantra. The Gayatri Mantra is 'May we attain that excellent glory of Savitar the god: So may He stimulate our prayers.'
Though often broken up politically her spirit always guarded a common heritage, and in her diversity there was ever an amazing unity.
For Brahmins- sure. Till, they were chased away or some anti-Brahmin coalition took over.
Like all ancient lands she was a curious mixture of the good and bad, but the good was hidden and had to be sought after, while the odour of decay was evident
coz of all the shit on her tits
and her hot, pitiless sun gave full publicity to the bad.
Having a lot of shit on your tits is one reason why you shouldn't strut around in broad daylight.
There is some similarity between Italy and India.
Under UPA, sure. Both countries were ruled by Italians.
Both are ancient countries with long traditions of culture behind them, though Italy is a newcomer compared to India,
Parts of India- maybe.
and India is a much vaster country. Both are split up politically, and yet the conception of Italia, like that of India, never died, and in all their diversity the unity was predominant.
Some Southern parts of Italy were briefly occupied by Muslims. Parts of India became wholly Muslim and will remain so. The Italians are Catholic Christians and first exported their religion to India in the fourteenth century. St. Thomas of Tolentio was martyred by a Muslim judge for blaspheming against the Prophet Muhammad in 1321 near what is now Mumbai. Incidentally, 'Kaka' Baptista whose slogan 'Swaraj is my birth-right' Tilak popularized, was from the community converted by those missionaries.
In Italy the unity was largely a Roman unity, for that great city had dominated the country and been the fount and symbol of unity. In India there was no such single centre or dominant city, although Benares might well be called the Eternal City of the East, not only for India but also for Eastern Asia.
No. Just for Hindus.
But, unlike Rome, Benares never dabbled in empire or thought of temporal power.
But Patna did.
Indian culture was so widespread all over India that no part of the country could be called the heart of that culture.
Unless it did call itself precisely that.
From Cape Comorin to Amaranath and Badrinath in the Himalayas, from Dwarka to Puri, the same ideas coursed, and if there was a clash of ideas in one place, the noise of it soon reached distant parts of the country.
Among Brahmins, certainly. But genuine Brahmins know the Gayatri Mantra.
Just as Italy gave the gift of culture and religion to Western Europe, India did so to Eastern Asia, though China was as old and venerable as India.
Nehru himself preferred Taoism. Indian Buddhism was so utterly useless it was extinguished by the Muslims. Jainism survived.
And even when Italy was lying prostrate, politically, her life coursed through the veins of Europe.
As it now courses through the veins of the INC's hereditary proprietor.
It was Metternich who called Italy a "geographical expression”,
because his country had possessions there which they were loath to yield to 'the King of Rome' who, thankfully- because he seemed to have inherited his father's military genius- died of pneumonia at the age of 21
and many a would-be Mettemich has used that phrase for India,
No they haven't. India was notionally Mughal though actually a possession of John Company. Nehru should have known this. His ancestors were employed by both.
and, strangely enough, there is a similarity even in their geographical positions in the two continents.
Yet more weirdly, Italy and India have names which start with the letter 'I'. This is spooky stuff!
More interesting is the comparison of England with Austria, for has not England of the twentieth century been compared to Austria of the nineteenth,
England remains undefeated to this day. Austria had become Austria-Hungary by 1867. The Hapsburgs have disappeared. The Windsors remain. They will outlast the Nehru-Gandhis.
proud and haughty and imposing still, but with the roots that gave strength shrivelling up and decay eating its way into the mighty fabric.
It was India which declined under Nehru into outright mendicancy and victim status. England remained a Great Power with a permanent seat on the Security Council.
It is curious how one cannot resist the tendency to give an anthropomorphic form to a country. Such is the force of habit and early associations. India becomes Bharat Mata, Mother India, a beautiful lady, very old but ever youthful in appearance, sad-eyed and forlorn, cruelly treated by aliens and outsiders, and calling upon her children to protect her.
Coz John Bull keeps shitting on her tits. Also Bull Sahib is reading Morning Chronicle, not Manchester Guardian. Whitey is so inconsiderate!
Some such picture rouses the emotions of hundreds of thousands and drives them to action and sacrifice.
Or masturbation. Niradh Chaudhri tells us of the Bengali Babu who, after listening to an incendiary speech, would rush home and jump on his wife uttering the cry 'you slut!'
And yet India is in the main the peasant and the worker, not beautiful to look at, for poverty is not beautiful.
Also, John Bull is not shitting on the tits of the peasant and the worker. Sad.
Does the beautiful lady of our imaginations represent the bare-bodied and bent workers in the fields and factories?
Only if their tits are being shat upon.
Or the small group of those who have from ages past crushed the masses and exploited them, imposed cruel customs on them and made many of them even untouchable?
By shitting on the tits of Spirit of India while Nehru stands by tugging himself off vigorously.
We seek to cover truth by the creatures of our imaginations and endeavour to escape from reality to a world of dreams.
Where Spirit of India is very old but still fetching and John Bull is laboriously squeezing out a turd to adorn her tits and she is looking at us reproachfully as we tug ourselves off. Then teacher slaps us and we have to go back to pretending to study calculus.
And yet despite these different classes and their mutual conflicts there was a common bond which united them in India, and one is amazed at its persistence and tenacity and enduring vitality.
Nehru was constantly amazed by something or the other. Yet, if Spirit of India genuinely exists and is being incessantly shat upon by John Bull, nothing would be less surprising than the fact that across the length and breadth of India all you would find would be the persistence, the tenacity, the enduring vitality of an elderly whore who gets paid to have her tits shat upon while her numerous bastard progeny look on while tugging themselves off vigorously.
What was this strength due to?
Vigour in masturbation.
Not merely the passive strength and weight of inertia and tradition, great as these always are.
But also the slightly less passive strength of a voyeur who is vigorously masturbating while watching Spirit of some country or the other getting shat upon.
There was an active sustaining principle,
which involved pulling on your pudding
for it resisted successfully powerful outside influences
like Mummy telling you to quit wanking and get a fucking job already
and absorbed internal forces that rose to combat it.
OMG! Is Nehru talking about swallowing your own jizz? I guess so. That explains so much about Rahul.
And yet with all its strength it could not preserve political freedom or endeavour to bring about political unity.
Masturbation does have that drawback.
These latter do not appear to have been considered worth much trouble;, their importance was very foolishly ignored, and we have suffered for this neglect.
No. There is no point in having political unity with a bunch of tossers whose main occupation in life is imaging that the Spirit of their Nation is being shat upon by a foreigner who is reading the Morning Chronicle instead of the Manchester Guardian. That's like totes Fascist, dude.
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