A.P Vijayan on Spivak

A.P Vijayan, about whom I have posted before,  teaches English. Sadly, he believes Dalits can't afford to learn English and thus is absolved from having to teach his own subject properly.

He writes in 'the Wire'- 

When Dalits are hardened by daily experiences of humiliations and mortifications, both physical and mental, and witness horrendous atrocities committed against their fellow beings, even by top liberal university professors of Savarna origin,

top liberal professors sodomized AP Vijayan and cut off his dick. 

perfecting their English is a luxury they cannot afford.

They also can't afford to get a job and make something of themselves because top University professors keep fucking them in the ass and chopping off their genitals.  

The recent controversy involving Columbia University professor Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak

who frequently sodomizes Dalits 

and Anshul Kumar, a student at Jawaharlal Nehru University, is an event in itself, generating a whole battery of figural excesses

equivalent to sodomizing vast numbers of Dalits and chopping off their dicks. 

cutting across caste and gender.

Spivak may not have a dick but, figuratively speaking, she is using her non-existent dick to non-consensually sodomize billions of Bahishkrit people. 

The turbulences of the day carve out many wounds.

Also they leave Vijayan's asshole very sore.  

On the one hand, it has laid bare the structural violence built into the very edifice of postcoloniality on which many Savarna intellectuals have been comfortably placed.

He means some stupid upper caste Hindus got Professorships in postcolonial theory.  

On the other, there was an individual attempt by a Dalit to employ verbal abuse as a strategy of counter-violence

there was no violence. Spivak hadn't really bent him over and sodomized him.  

to meet this invisible structural violence, a gesture reminding us of the violence Frantz Fanon advocated for in his Wretched of the Earth as a political strategy enabling the subaltern to stand up straight and ask questions.

Fanon didn't think screaming abuse at an old woman was a 'political strategy'. He thought armed struggle was the remedy. Sadly, his own country decided it preferred to remain part of France.  

At the risk of self-promotion,

the greater risk is that we will laugh at this cretin. Varadarajan is an American Brahmin. No doubt, he and his pals are laughing their heads off at Vijayan. 

let me quote from the “Preface” of my book of poems, The Absent Color:

Violence has two dimensions.
One silences by chopping off the head, while the body remains in
its illusory appearance as skin.
The other gives you tongues where the body loses the skin.

Those tongues, I need hardly say, are in the anus which is dripping with Spivak's cum.  

In my figural exegesis, Spivak’s and the violence her Savarna acolytes inflict is of the former kind, where their skin retains its illusory appearance,

Skin isn't illusory. It really exists. I suppose what Vijayan means is that when Spivak sodomizes him she does not bruise his skin. His wound is not visible. Yet his anus gives tongue to many a poetic lament or 'figurative exegesis'. 

just as Rama retains his, as ‘maryadapurushothaman’, despite killing Shambuka to maintain the Vedic order.

Shambuk, too, retained his skin. What he lost was his life.  

Anshul Kumar made use of the second kind of violence:

Shouting at an old woman isn't violence. It is low class behavior- that is all.  

The act of questioning has given him a tongue, a voice,

He had both already 

but he has lost his skin in the process.

Spivak skinned the fellow and sold his pelt to some other liberal professor. Martha Nussbaum, I'm looking at you! 

He can be written off as yet another misogynist in a sea of misogynists who routinely abuse women. Nothing more, nothing less.

The fellow is a cretin. But he isn't studying a STEM subject so what more can you expect?  

A naïve hermeneutic operation, typical of Savarna intellectual exercise, has already been set in motion to cancel out the two acts of violence, by finding symmetry at the level of microaggression.

Vijayan's hermeneutic operation isn't naive. It is very very funny.  

However, those familiar with the nuances of structural violence

of a wholly imaginary kind. 

cannot ignore the asymmetry of the effects this event will have on the two individuals.

It will have none. Spivak got into the news. That's a win for her. So did the other guy. Good for him. 

While this incident may slightly tarnish the reputation of the esteemed professor, it will not end her career.

Death will. She is 81 years old 

In contrast, overshadowed by this misogynistic excess, the student has all the possibility of facing a bleak future in an Indian academic system controlled by Savarna academic networking.

It will make no difference. The fact is, he managed to get into the papers. That's a win. 

Only the future will reveal if shadowy deals, as some Savarnas seem to suggest, have been made to salvage his career.

If he can get into politics, he can make real money. Being an academic means having to teach kids as stupid and as ignorant as yourself.  

At the moment, my concern is not the future. I want to ask why a Dalit student had to resort to this act of violence, fully aware that it could have serious consequences on his academic career, regardless of any potential shadowy deals.

There was no violence. He was rude. Spivak shut him down quickly enough. The fact is, not having a dick is a bigger grievance than being a Dalit.  

The question demands a thorough historicization of our intuitions. The following is an attempt.

Vijayan will fail. He is too stupid.  

First, let us agree bluntly: it is not due to the stupidity of the speakers of the English language that they end up with different pronunciations, but rather because of its writing system.

This is irrelevant. The Dalit pronounced Du Bois in the correct French manner because he had learned to do so at St. Xavier's Mumbai.  Spivak ignorantly contradicted him by saying Haitians pronounced the name in the English manner because they were angry with France. This is like saying George Washington decided to call himself Jorge because he was miffed with Mad King George. 

Everybody knows English is not a phonetic language. The Irish writer Bernard Shaw,

among other things, a spelling reformer 

perhaps a century ago and in the style of a subaltern’s rogue laugh over the English colonizer,

Shaw's family was English. They had indeed colonized Ireland. 

demonstrated how funny the English language is. He did this with the example that the word ‘fish’ could be spelled as ‘ghoti’: with ‘gh’ pronounced as in ‘enough’, ‘o’ as in ‘women’, and ‘ti’ as in ‘nation’.

Shaw made a lot of money writing in English. But, that's because he could be quite funny. Still, on the subject of spelling reform, everybody thought he was a boring cunt.  

When such a funny language, having no consistency in matters of spelling and pronunciation, is learned in the postcolonial context of India, where most institutions of learning operate on casteist logic, language can wreak havoc with the lives of people, especially the first- or second-generation learners from the Dalit community.

Please don't teach English to Dalits. Also, support Modi's attempt to make vernacular language instruction for Doctors etc. compulsory.  

Most Dalit students learn English from teachers whose command of the language is suspect.

Presumably, Vijayan is speaking for himself here.  

This is where students from marginalized segments first taste the language. They have no access to how a so-called ‘native’ speaker uses the language.

Because they don't have smart phones. 

They do not possess the cultural capital to access the English language in other ways, through movies or music.

See above. 

They have no way to shadow-practice the language. All they have is what the teacher provides. Barring a few, most of the Savarna teachers are no better than Spivak

i.e. people who teach non-STEM subjects are as stupid and ignorant as their students.  

when it comes to marginalizing and silencing Dalit students in a classroom.

Why not let the noisiest Dalit student teach the class?  

What Spivak did is no exception;

Did you know that most Columbia students are very poor Dalits who don't know English? 

it is the everyday life of the Dalits in India. Her actions possibly triggered the memories of such harrowing and humiliating moments in the minds of thousands of Dalits.

How? They don't know English and, even if they did, have no access to newspapers or Televisions. 

They learn English in this stifling, crippling environment.

such as that Vijayan finds at his place of work. 

They don’t simply learn English; the process is far more complicated. English is just one of the means through which Dalits learn about themselves, not merely as students but as second-class citizens, as less meritorious, as nothing.

Vijayan tells his Dalit students they don't have the luxury of learning English because they are being invisibly sodomized by top liberal Professors. Thankfully, they don't understand what he is saying.  

This early stifling leaves many with permanent scars: mutilated tongues, choked throats,

prolapsed rectums 

and unending self-doubt. Those Dalits who escape this condition learn English as written text, not auditory signs—all this Anshul Kumar has himself written about

But Kumar spoke in English to Spivak.  

in a response published on a Dalit platform. Their early sense of the language is visual and textual rather than performative.

Whereas the Bihari Brahmin, in his village, confers only in English with his cows.  

Consequently, they pronounce unfamiliar words based on their written form. For example, ‘recipe’ is read as ‘risaip’, influenced by words like ‘recite’ and ‘reside’.

Plenty of English peepul have atrocious spelling. Indeed, my own spelling is surprisingly poor by desi standards.  

By the time they learn the correct pronunciation, often from cookery shows or Hollywood movies, the mispronunciation is already ingrained.

Modi, is not Dalit. That is why, when he speaks English, people mistake him for King Charles.  

To unshackle oneself from this self-imposed/system-imposed Platonic cave to the bright sunlight of a native speaker’s fluency is a daunting task for many Dalits.

So far, this cretin has merely made Modi's point- viz. all Indians should be educated in the vernacular language.  

They are trapped

like all Indians who didn't grow up with English as their first language 

in manifold universes: the language of the family, of the community, of the region; the English, learned, unlearned, pronounced, mispronounced; the rhythm of native languages inflecting a second or third acquired language, pointing to the limits of the languages one is given. From this cacophony of internal flows, directing oneself to the ideal perfection of the native speaker demands a consciousness that kills you from within.

That's why Modi and Shah and Manmohan and Sonia Madam are all dead from within.  

Within a universe fabricated by an other demanding perfection, the Dalit soul is forever reminded of her imperfection: becoming conscious of this pressure renders her already drafted imperfection more imperfect.

Which is why we shouldn't employ such people. Give them charity by all means, but do please ensure they don't get confused and try to bite off their own heads. 

This struggle is something many pronunciation-purists from the Savarna community fail to understand.

There are none such. In India, as in Yukay/Amrika, money talks. If you are rich, nobody gives a shit about your pronunciation.  

They often ask, ‘Why can’t you self-correct once you learn to pronounce properly?’ This well-meaning question stems from their own experiences;

Savarnas can self-correct. Dalits can't. That is the gravamen of this article. No wonder an American Brahmin published it.  

even the best of the Savarnas had to consciously work on her language and pronunciation to reach proficiency. The question seeks a mirror image: if I can, why can’t you?

Vijayan explains that it is because Dalits have been too mentally traumatized by incessant sodomization by Spivak and Romila Thapar to be able to do anything for themselves. Also it is simply cruel to try to force them to learn, or teach, English. Take the dude who shouted at Spivak. His teacher at school made fun of him because he recited 'Lady of Shalott' at an elocution competition. I should explain Shalott is as gay as fuck. Boys should recite 'Charge of the Light Brigade'. 

The simple answer to the question is that I am not the mirror image you are desperately seeking.

Nobody wants to look like Vijayan.  

I am not a blank surface reflecting your self-conceived image of perfection.

Because you are ugly. 

I am not a void to be filled with your perfection.

Spivak should kindly desist from using Vijayan's anus as her own personal cum-bucket.  

As Fanon put it half a century ago: ‘I am not a potentiality of something;

Fanon had the potential to study a more useful type of medicine. He was bright.

I am fully what I am.’

Then he stopped being so because he had leukemia.   

If my language contains mispronunciations, cracks, silences, stubbornness, wounds, and scars that you cannot fathom, that is not my fault.

Unless you are a Professor of that language. 

That is your problem. It reflects the complexity of the world I inhabit, a world from which you have always kept a safe, untouchable distance.

perhaps Vijayan has b.o. I don't. It is because of my flatulence that people give me a wide berth.  

Had you cared to touch this world, you would have realised that perfecting language is not my priority, nor could it ever be, even if I wished it.

Which is why this guy shouldn't be teaching English or writing in it.  

In India, if you have observed closely, perfecting language is the business of the class or caste of people who enjoy conspicuous leisure, to use Thorstein Veblen’s phrase.

No. If you work hard at perfecting your usage of a language you are likely to be in high demand as a writer or a speaker. Thus you will enjoy higher income and status, but will have less leisure.  

For instance, most speakers of Malayalam use either ‘Baratam’ or ‘Faratam’ instead of the Sanskrit word ‘Bharatam’, because un-Sanskritized Malayalam, like Tamil, does not possess the voiced plosive ‘bh’. When a Malayali uses this voiced plosive at the beginning of a word, you are in the presence of someone who is educated

virtually everybody is educated to some degree in 'God's own country'.  

and who has consciously chosen to distance themselves from the ways of most Malayalis, who has Sanskritised himself/herself.

I think 'manipravalay' enrichment of Tamil with Sanskrit occurred mainly for aesthetic reasons. Since Kerala has a lot of Christians and Muslims, Religion can't have been the deciding factor. 

This is achieved through intense training from an early age, focusing consciously on the texture of the language. Most Malayalis today consider this excessive focus on Sanskritized pronunciation a triviality that living Malayalam can ignore.

In other words, most Malayalis are more sensible than this cretin.  

When Dalits are hardened by daily experiences of humiliations and mortifications, both physical and mental, and witness horrendous atrocities committed against their fellow beings, even by top liberal university professors of Savarna origin, perfecting their English is a luxury they cannot afford. It is a triviality they know only the Savarna can indulge in.

Few Indians bother to perfect their English. Still, those who teach English may feel a professional obligation to do so.  

To paraphrase Malcolm X’s famous jibe at Martin Luther King’s dream: We Dalits were having a nightmare while the Savarnas were practicing an English that would assimilate them into the American dream.

That was functional English. America wanted brainy people with higher qualifications in STEM subjects. They didn't want blokes who could recite 'the Lady of Shalott' in the accents of Queen fucking Victoria.  

On a personal note, one thing I invariably do in my class these days is inform students in advance that I may pronounce the same names and words differently within the same session, and I ask them to excuse my horrifying inability to pronounce them correctly.

Why not just tell them that you are shit at English and that they are wasting their time?  

I then theoretically back this personal failing by invoking Jacques Derrida’s idea of ‘différance’, insisting that there is no original sense or pronunciation, but only endless enunciation of difference, which play havoc with our lives.

These kids just want to learn functional English. This nutter starts ranting about Derrida who had taken pains to acquire a Parisian accent.  

Most students accept my incapacity as philosophically certified.

They accept that the standard of English instruction in a Government College is bound to be shit.  

But the truth is, if I try to focus on correct pronunciation, I get jittery knowing I will never get it right, which makes me more nervous and forces me to abandon the stream of thought I am pursuing in the moment.

Does he also shit himself? I should check Tik Tok for videos of Vijayan shitting himself. 

When correct pronunciation is dictated by the Savarna, it serves as an entry token to the citadels of knowledge for people like Dalits, who inhabit the outermost ambit of the Savarna universe.

In which case, Savarnas can't be inflicting very much mortification and humiliation on them.  

The Savarnas not only close the door but also strip Dalits of their right to freely navigate a language that is unique in its spelling and pronunciation, a language notable for its fluidity.

Vijayan is getting mixed up. The Dalit complaint was that the Brahmins refused to teach them Sanskrit. He has got it into his head that English is some sort of Sanskrit probably because it has 'plosives' and Malayalam doesn't.  

This fluidity allows for the formation of new identities, distinct from the languages and spaces in India that are overdetermined by casteist and feudal practices and phrases.

The best new identity an Indian can get is that of a non fucking resident. English can help in that department but so can learning Japanese.  

The deterritorialization of the English language into feudal complacency may benefit you, but, as Ambedkar reminded us through Thucydides, it won’t help Dalits: ‘It may be in your interest to be our [pronunciation] masters, but how can it be ours to be your slaves?’

The answer was obvious. The slave owner has an interest in keeping his slaves alive.  

The choice before the student was whether to maintain fidelity to a Du Bois, whom he had internalized through his commitments, struggles, and existential angst or to temporarily accept a Du Bois whose ‘real’ identity was mediated through the Brahmin expert.

Spivak isn't an expert. Her English is poor. But she had chutzpah and pretended to know French and Marxism and thus French Marxism.  

This expert’s knowledge of Haitian sounds was deemed more authentic, more real than the questions that haunt his mind.

Du Bois did pronounce his name in the English fashion because his Haitian daddy deserted the family when he was a baby.  

The student showed fidelity to his own convictions, which Du Bois or Ambedkar,

who married a Brahmin lady 

if alive, would undoubtedly understand,

No. They were high IQ dudes. 

as it was, more than anything, a fight for human dignity in an amphitheatre of arrogance and casteist giggles.

But lacking a dick is a bigger grievance than being Dalit. Spivak was bound to win. 

Two typical oddities stand out in Spivak’s response to the controversy in The Hindu: First, ‘Anshul Kumar had not identified himself as a Dalit.’

She thought he was a Brahmin- perhaps a BJP type- who was a Professor of 'Brahmin Studies'.  

An odd expectation, to begin with. Does she mean that if she had understood his Dalit identity in advance, she would have shown epistemological charity by being benign and humane, excusing his natural ignorance?

Yes. She would have started pretending that her own ancestors were Dalits. Also none of the men in her family had a dick. They all hanged themselves while menstruating. This proves they were secretly Revolutionary assassins involved in plots to kill the Viceroy.  

Or, in the same vein, was she arrogant toward a Brahmin (mistakenly construed) simply because he did not exhibit the kind of knowledge perfection an ideal Brahmin should possess?

Spivak has always been stupid and ignorant. She didn't get that Du Bois mispronounced his own name because his daddy ran away. That's why he only warmed to Haiti towards the end of his life.  

I don’t quite get it. Second, a condescending gesture: ‘The upwardly class-mobile Dalit person … should … work … for the entire Dalit community, especially the subaltern Dalits who do not get into elite universities.’

Stop shouting at old ladies and get a proper job you stupid cunt.  

She is asking: Why waste time asking big questions? Why are you not on the ground working for the subaltern Dalits to uplift them? Meanwhile, the Savarna can live with no moral compunction in pursuing their dream of perfecting her pronunciation and her understanding of Du Bois.

The sensible savarna fucks off to the US to do scientific research. Her daughter gets to be come POTUS. 

Reading Spivak’s condescending remark, a friend M.N. Parasuraman texted me this: ‘The most annoying thing is how ad infinitum, ad nauseam, Savarnas remind privileged Dalits about their duty to uplift their less fortunate fellows! At a Clubhouse discussion in 2020 one Dalit girl burst this pious balloon saying, “Okay, will a well-to-do Nair or Brahmin who gets into IIT or Central University give up his seat for a poorer caste-mate of his and go to a self-financing institution?”’

No. Nor would a Dalit. Kharge Sahib, on the other hand, generously shares his wealth with night-soil carriers.  

Postscript

A long time ago, as a 22-year-old loner, spiritually devastated and torn between thoughts of suicide and visions of extreme darkness,

I suppose, his thoughts of suicide were gay and carefree 

I stumbled upon the works of Emmanuel Levinas in my teacher C.B. Mohandas’s library. Levinas’s philosophy of fundamental ethical obligation towards the Other

unless the other was Palestinian  

—because the Other is infinitely different and transcendental, a Judaic theme—

which is why it doesn't apply to Palestinians  

resonated deeply with me. In my youthful immaturity, I interpreted the Other as ‘the other’ and imagined a world where the infinite, transcendental otherness of the Untouchable, the invisible, and the nomadic (Habiru) would evoke ethical obligation from the Varna other.

This is just Gandhi & Co. gassing on about 'Daridra Narayan'. But it is easy enough to get rid of poverty by raising productivity.  

For me, Derrida via Levinas and Spivak via Derrida formed a seamless continuum until I encountered a disgusting phrase in Levinas: ‘yellow peril’.

Levinas was simply ignorant. The Jesuits in China had translated and commented on a number of texts which influenced important philosophers like Leibniz and Boscovich. 

This phrase revealed my place in the universe of infinite other-concerns: no place at all.

What your essay claims is that Dalits are simply too traumatized to learn anything at all.  

This disturbing realization inspired me to write a poem reflecting my troubling encounter with Levinas, Derrida, and Spivak. I used Levinas’s phrase against Heidegger for his Nazi past, against Levinas and his followers themselves for their high-sounding ethical jabber.

His own 'ethical jabber' is hysterically funny. I suppose that's why Varadarajan publishes  the cunt.  

Entre Nous

In alterity we can find an enemy
That’s cool, perfect, yet difficult
As if consenting to horror
One can forgive many people
But there are some people it is difficult to forgive
It is difficult to forgive you

It may be difficult to forgive imaginary crimes, but there is psychiatric medication you can take which tackles the root of the problem- i.e. paranoid schizophrenia. 

Is Dalit 'ipseity' inferior in any respect to that of other Indians? No. The author of this may be Dalit and it is true that he is as stupid as shit, but plenty of 'top liberal professors'- like Spivak & Homo Baba- are just as stupid. Still, the English instruction they received in India was of a higher quality than this cretin is capable of imparting. Sad.  

A.P Vijayan's cockroach in the brain

Vivek Ramaswamy's parents are from Palghat in Kerala. The modest but painstaking instruction in the English language they received there enabled them to do well in their STEM subject specializations not just in India but also America. Perhaps this was because, being Brahmins, they thought of English as purely utilitarian. They were only interested in writing and speaking it well enough to rise in useful professions. Sadly, some non-Brahmins in Palghat are under the impression that English is only worth learning so as to gas on about the terrible atrocities the higher castes committed and are committing on shitheads who study and teach shit so that their country remains a shithole. 

Consider the following article, published in the Wire, by Anilkumar Payyappilly Vijayan, a poet and an Associate Professor of English at Government Arts and Science College in Pallakkad. 

One of the most compelling stories I’ve had the privilege of teaching first-year degree students in recent years is “The Cockroach” by the Brazilian writer Luis Fernando Verissimo.

A guy complains there is a cockroach in his salad. He wants an explanation for how it got there.  The Management are able to show that they are compliant with all Government regulations. It can't be their fault. The diner is not satisfied. As the citizen of a democratic republic he demands accountability on the part of the Government. Thus a man from the relevant Ministry is called in. But the diner won't let the bureaucrat explain away the cockroach on his plate. More senior officials arrive but the diner rejects their assurances. Finally, the President of the Republic turns up and offers compensation which the diner refuses. As the Citizen of a Democracy, he is entitled to an explanation. So the Army Chief is called in. He says 'ah! an olive!' and swallows the cockroach. The diner is sent to jail for making false accusations- after all, the country is a Democracy.... well, up to a point. 

Since the story is very short and had been translated into very simple English, it was selected for first year students with little knowledge or exposure to that language. In one sense, it is a satire on the notion of 'accountability' or 'transparency'. The twist, however, is the General swallowing the cockroach rather than accusing the diner of having brought it with him so as to extort money from the restaurant. This is the telling detail which suggests that, in the country in question, 'Democracy' may be mere window-dressing. Also, a General who can swallow a cockroach can probably stomach a lot worse when it comes to torturing and killing civilians. 

I usually begin my lecture by highlighting the profound importance of a constitution for a nation as geographically vast, demographically diverse, and culturally rich as India.

So, Vijayan is a comedian. The fact is, the Indian constitution- two thirds of which was written by Tories in Westminster in 1935- has no importance whatsoever.  The US constitution, by contrast, because of dual Sovereignty, is important.

I then invite my students in Pathiripala, Palakkad, to briefly delve into the history of the American Declaration of Independence, with particular focus on its iconic second line, ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident,

in other words, they arise by 'natural reason' rather than either sacred revelation or what Lord Coke called the 'artificial reason' of the Common Law.  

that all men are created equal,

but cease to be so if they are unable to protect their rights and liberties.  

that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.’

Since some of the 'founding fathers' were lawyers, they understood that though a Right may be inalienable, nevertheless, if one can't procure a remedy for a violation of that right, then that right is ineffective. Had the Brits managed to defeat the Colonists, the Americans would have had no rights.

Following this, I ask them to consider the Preamble of the Indian Constitution.

Since Dr. Ambedkar dismissed his own contribution to it as 'hack work', why should young people think it means anything special? It has been amended umpteen times and will be amended again.  

After both these readings are done, we move to a more challenging inquiry: the abolition of slavery in America.

Which was only brought about by a Civil War in which two percent of the population were killed. For the current Indian population that would yield a death count of twenty eight million. 

I pose a question that never fails to spark some reflection: If the Declaration of Independence, proclaimed on 4 July 1776, asserts with absolute clarity that ‘all men are created equal’, ‘endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights’, of ‘Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness,’ why was it necessary to abolish slavery through the 13th Amendment nearly ninety years later, on 18 December 1865?

It was necessary to fight a big war and kill two percent of the population in order to abolish slavery. By contrast, the Colonies had defeated the British with far smaller losses. However, they did expel 'Loyalists'. Incidentally, a British General had emancipated American slaves to weaken the rebels.  

How could slavery persist for nearly a century more in a nation that had already declared that ‘all men are created equal’?

The answer is that men may be created equal by God but, if they do stupid shit, they may be conquered and enslaved. In the case of African Americans, we must remember it was fellow Africans who captured and sold them off to the Arab or the European.  

These questions invariably lead my students to a sobering realisation: either the foundational document was inherently flawed, or the phrase ‘all men’ did not, at that time, recognise Black people as human beings.

This would only be the case if the students were as stupid as shit. It is obvious that we are speaking of 'mere puffery' rather than substantive rights under a bond of law.  

To further illustrate the exclusion embedded in the concept of ‘man’, I briefly touch upon the 19th Amendment to the US Constitution, which granted American women the right to vote in 1920, nearly fifty years after the abolition of slavery.

Why? It is obvious that women are not men.  

At this point, I urge my students to read the Preamble of the Indian Constitution more carefully.

Why? It is 'mere puffery'.  

I aim to underscore the fact that the Indian Constitution, from its very inception, sought to eliminate the gross exclusions that America had permitted.

No. The Indian Constitution's inception had to do with Partition. This meant that it rejected Federalism and stripped Muslims of reservations and affirmative action (which some Muslim Dalits previously had). Also Muslims who had fled across the border in panic weren't allowed back save with entry permits.  

A remarkable instance of this constitutional spirit is the incorporation of symbols onto ballot papers during elections,

Under the Brits, either different colored ballot papers were used or else the ballot boxes had different colors. The reason symbols were adopted was because of the much larger number of parties contesting. I should explain, major parties would create dummy candidates and parties to split particular vote banks.  

ensuring that those who lacked literacy would not be excluded from universal franchise.

The British introduced general elections in 1923. The franchise was greatly expanded in 1937. It became universal after Independence. Incidentally, Burma was first out of the gate with its constitution and with elections under universal franchise. But Ceylon had had universal franchise since 1931.  

But my central point comes at a tangent. By guiding them through the Preamble, I seek to instil the understanding that these words are not merely dead letters printed on a page, but living values for which people have fought and bled.

Ambedkar didn't fight or bleed. Nor did B.N Rau. Both held senior positions under the Brits.  

The Preamble encapsulates the countless struggles waged by the disadvantaged and dispossessed against the ruling elites who appear in various guises throughout history.

No. It was and is shit. The reason India needed a long and boring Constitution was to keep the Princes happy.  

The words ‘liberty, equality, and fraternity’ echo the rallying cry of the French Revolution

Fuck off! The French chopped off the heads of plenty of Royals and Aristos. In India, the Princes got Privy Purses and diplomatic passports. Not one hair on their head was touched. Incidentally, a minor British Royal was asked by Nehru to stay on as independent India's first Governor General. 

and the spirit of late eighteenth-century France, while the word ‘dignity’ embodies battles closer to home: those of the Nadar women in nineteenth-century Travancore demanding their right to wear a garment to cover their breasts;

The Brits allowed their subjects to cover their breasts. Indeed, they encouraged the practice.  

of Ayyankali boldly donning a dress forbidden to his people;

by other people of his own State 

of untouchable women casting off stone necklaces imposed on them by casteist society; and of Ambedkar’s decision to renounce Hinduism.

He converted to Buddhism which had spread untouchability to Japan. BTW Bali has Brahmins but no untouchables. Sadly, Ambedkar's widow wasn't able to rise politically because she was a Brahmin and a Doctor to boot. 

In essence, the values enshrined in the Constitution

e.g. the Directive Principle on cow protection? 

have not been handed down to us from above by masters, judges, and elites, nor are they eternal. They are dynamic, dialectical, and forged in the crucible of struggle.

No. Don't be silly.  

They were established on the streets by those who were denied power, position, and dignity – through peaceful and violent means, at the cost of sweat, blood, and life. If the ‘all men’ of the American Constitution now includes a Kamala Harris, it is not the result of the Constitution’s miraculous self-evolution.

America had a bloody Revolution and then a bloodier Civil War.  India was conquered but, under British laws and institutions, it began to evolve into a place from which sensible Brahmins ran the fuck away.  

Let us now consider Verissimo’s story. Its allure lies in its unsettling exploration of how established meanings can be suddenly upended.

No. It is satire of a plain enough sort.  

It is set in a restaurant, where a customer is indignantly confronting the staff about a dead cockroach nestled in his salade niçoise.

Why are they not accusing him of smuggling it in? Indeed, why has the cook not come out of the kitchen to chop pieces off the diner? That's what would happen in Kerala. 

He demands an ‘explanation’, asserting his right as a citizen living in a democracy. As the complaint ascends the hierarchy – from the waiter, to the maître d’, to the manager, and finally to the owner — every explanation falls short.

The fine upstanding democratic chefs and waiters of Kerala would have kicked the diner's fucking head in. Moreover, they would have accused him of using 'casteist' slurs and thus the fellow would have gone to jail under the anti-Dalit atrocities act.  

He says in the story: ‘I’d like an explanation. I am a citizen. I know my rights. This is a democracy.’

But it isn't Indian democracy. It certainly isn't Kerala where the working class is particularly Bolshie.  

The customer’s demand for accountability eventually escalates to the state, implicating the municipal secretary, the minister of health, and, finally, the president of the republic, who offers an apology and compensation.

I suppose this might happen in India if the diner is a dynastic Ambedkarite and the restaurant in question is run by Brahmins.  

When the customer refuses to accept any of this, the situation takes a darkly absurd turn: The minister of the army is called in.

The general arrives and, much like the maître d’, asks:

“Is there a problem, Sir?”

The man points to his salad. The general examines it, then declares:

“An olive. Great!” and promptly swallows the cockroach.

In the Yiddish version of the story, it is the lawyer who does so. What is clever is to substitute a sinister General for an unscrupulous lawyer.  

Given the history of military coups in Latin America in the twentieth century, this sudden reversal of meaning, this swift transformation of the unacceptable into the acceptable, the inedible into the consumable, resonates deeply.

No. It is one thing for a sleazy lawyer to eat a bug so as to destroy evidence and make a few bucks by exonerating his client. It is quite another for a General to do it. The implication is that there is something demonic about the man in khaki. Clearly, Democracy isn't just a sham. It is a Satanic deception or Swedenborgian Hell where infernal forces, for some reason of their own, derive pleasure from allowing the damned to retain illusions of normalcy.  

By the time Verissimo published the story in 1992, Latin America had endured more than a dozen coups,

Fuck off! It had had thousands. Bolivia, on its own, has had 190 coups and revolutions since it became independent.  

many of which resulted in prolonged dictatorships, such as the Somoza family’s rule in Nicaragua from 1937 to 1979, Brazil’s dictatorship from 1964 to 1985, and Pinochet’s regime in Chile from 1973 to 1990.

So what? Pakistan and Bangladesh have had plenty of coups. Why bring up Latin America?  

With this history of coups in place, I remind my students that democracy is hard-won,

Not for India. There could be a separatist or a Maoist insurrection, put down by extra-judicial killing, but not a nation-wide revolution. Also, since the Army's recruitment base is too narrow, it can't stage a coup.  

constantly under threat from forces eager to dismantle it. In an instant – as many Latin American countries have experienced – the dead cockroaches of history and tradition can be presented as the tasty olives of today, while the cherished olive laurels

that should be 'olive wreath' or 'wreath of laurel'. Vijayan's English is shit.

of today, like ‘liberty, equality, fraternity’ or ‘dignity,’ can be twisted into something dead and repugnant.

Vijayan has shit for brains. If Verissimo's point was that Democracy was merely 'old wine in new bottles' , then when the diner says 'this is a cockroach', the waiter would reply 'that's an olive. True, under the bad old days of the military dictatorship people were brainwashed to think otherwise but surely you, Sir, are a democrat and up to date in your thinking?' Suppose the diner remains obstinate, then all sorts of figures representative of 'the Washington Consensus' would turn up to swear that the cockroach is actually an olive specially plucked from a tree growing upon the Athenian Acropolis. Indeed, a special batch of such olives were dispatched by the European Commissioner for Applauding Democracy so as to commemorate the new regime. 

Finally, to give a mental picture of 19th century Kerala, of a Constitutionless world,

i.e. one run by darkies, for darkies, who were protected from Whites by the British Raj. 

I ask them to envision a society where women are forced to walk bare-breasted – a horrifying reality that has already unfolded in Manipur – or where Dalits are beaten to death for wearing something the Savarnas disapprove of – an atrocity that is all too common even today.

Not in America, which is why Kamala's Tambram grandad was so keen to pack off his progeny to a land ruled by Racist, White, Christians.  

As I begin to speak with growing urgency, I remind them that when democracy is taken for granted, as a given,

it was given to India by the Brits 

it is already on the path of decay.

because the Brits slyly fucked off. Then Brahmins too realized they'd better shift their arses.  

In fact, in Kerala, we have already landed in the 19th century! The future is already here.

It is a remittance economy. If this nutter taught his students functional English, they may be able to earn more once they get the fuck away from Kerala.  

During the 2024 Lok Sabha election campaign, actor-turned-politician Suresh Gopi

a BJP member of parliament from the aristocratic Nair caste

referred to the supposedly enlightened and educated Malayali voters as “Prajas’’ – subjects of a monarchy

One constituency in Kerala did vote for a North Indian Brahmin Dynast. Vijayan has no problem with that even though that Dynast's granny suspended the Constitution and ensured that the current CM was given a good beating. 

– rather than as citizens, and ended up winning. His ‘subjects’ in Thrissur were unperturbed at being characterised this way.

They were also unperturbed by coconuts even though this nutter thinks they are are secretly Brazilian cockroaches.  

But democracy, I continue, my tone now verging on desperation,

probably because his students are running away 

is a living thing. It breathes through you, survives because you give it life.

It certainly breathes through Suresh Gopi who gives it voice in Delhi while this nutter has to desperately scream at students.  

As the framers of our Constitution so wisely understood, democracy is something you must give to yourself, live, breathe, and defend every day.

rather than learn enough English to get a decent job 

The moment you forget this, democracy begins to wither – that is the beginning of the end.

If you don't learn some English at College- because the Professor is a hysterical ranter- then you will wither and wilt under the Emirati Sun doing outdoor construction work. On the other hand, if you acquire functional English plus a qualification in a STEM subject, then you can earn big bucks in Yurop/Amrika and your son might become Rishi Sunak or your daughter might become Kamala Harris. This is more particularly the case if you have the misfortune to be born a Savarna Hindu.  

The end of a way of life where you, at the very least, hold a semblance of control.

What control can you have if you can't climb out of a shithole?  

At this point, most students typically start to tune out, comfortably assuming that the story is set in a distant context, without any bearing on their exams. This attitude, perfected by students these days, can be disheartening. Yet, I press on, having become immune, and even indifferent, to such indifference over the years. Besides, the few eager eyes in the room tell me that stopping now would be a crime.

Those eager eyes are hoping you will lose control of your bowels in the same manner that you have lost control of your wits.  

To jolt them out of their complacent thinking – that military coups and democratic crises happen elsewhere, to other people far removed from their lives – I remind them that Verissimo’s story was written in the last century, reflecting the models of democratic subversion available then.

It was written by a guy who had lived under a military dictatorship and might well have done so again. No Indian has or will. Vijayan is stupider than his students. 

But as Nancy Bermeo argues in her article “On Democratic Backsliding” and as Harvard University political scientists Steven Levitsky and Daniel Ziblatt explore in their 2018 book, How Democracies Die, the twenty first –century paradigm of democratic erosion is different: It is more subtle, more insidious.

It is a fantasy.  The fact that a Nair got elected on a BJP ticket may cause Vijayan to shit his pants, but it doesn't spell the end of democracy or the abrogation of the Indian Constitution.

Instead of overt military coups, democratic backsliding now occurs through legal means and within the framework of democratic institutions.

Indira's Emergency was 'democratic backsliding'. But this cunt isn't complaining that her grandson keeps winning from Wayanad.  

Extending Verissimo’s metaphor of the dead cockroach, threats to democracy in our times no longer require a military general to force a sudden shift in the meaning of established ideals.

Indira wasn't a military general. Extending Verissimo's metaphor, Vijayan's students may say to him 'shut the fuck up about cockroaches. Teach us some basic English, if you know any, you worthless cunt.' He will reply, 'You are democratically backsliding shit out of my anus causing me to fudge my pants. OMG! You aren't really Dalit at all! You are a fucking Nair- like Suresh Gopi! Kindly find me some cockroaches to eat! That way, maybe Luna will give me the Luna-tic prize for fudging my pants! Help me Siddhartha Varadarajan! As an American citizen- albeit a Brahmin- it is your duty to publish my cri de coeur in the Wire!' 

To extend our metaphor, blending a dead cockroach into the democratic salad is not the judiciary’s job.

Sadly, it is the only sort of job Vijayan's students will be capable of getting unless they stop going to his lectures.  

Yet, the recent positions and norms established by our courts on matters of human liberty and dignity – from Stan Swamy’s request for a mere straw to numerous habeas corpus petitions – indicate that the fundamental character of the Constitution and its founding principles have been reduced to lifeless words.

Actually, the First Amendment was about fucking over Commies, which Nehru & Co did with vim and vigor. The Left, for some mysterious reason, got it into its head that the Bench was composed of hard-core Naxals. But that had never been the case. Krishna Iyer, who was from Palghat and had been a Minister in the Namboodripad administration (Namboodris are a higher type of Brahmin than us Iyers) was a political appointee. Under the Collegium system, he would never have been elevated. 

It is no longer sufficient to declare that justice delayed is justice denied;

which is why bulldozers are needed 

we must assert that justice delayed warps the very essence of justice.

this cretin doesn't get that not existing (which is what denial means) is worse than just getting a bit warped.  

In the fleeting microseconds of our fragmented, postmodern, social media – driven lives, delayed justice can turn the unjust into the just, as witnessed in the delayed and unsigned verdict on the Babri Masjid case.

it was signed. All verdicts are. Still, Vijayan is right to say that the Hindus should have got their property back in the Eighties. 

Conversely, delayed justice can turn the just into the unjust, as evidenced by those languishing in our prisons without bail or trial for years – where the mere fact of their prolonged detention is taken as proof of guilt.

It isn't.  

No one has time to wait for the final verdict from a competent authority.

No one will give the time of day to this entirely incompetent authority on any subject save fudging his pants. 

On social media, a Musk or a Rowling can pronounce authoritatively the sexual identity of a person they have no personal or intimate relationship with, and their verdict will spread fast and become viral, wreaking havoc on individual lives.

Very true. Musk may say 'Vijayan has a vagina'. J.K Rowling may send one of Dumbledore's gayer 'fantastic beasts' up Vijayan's mangina. This will cause him to fudge his pants more particularly because the 'fantastic beast' in question is a cockroach from Brazil. 

The dead cockroach in the creamy layer

One striking example of how the dead cockroach of injustice is being blended into the fabric of our democratic society is the majority verdict on the sub-categorisation of Scheduled Castes in relation to reservations.

Reservations might not be renewed in January 2030. Ambedkar himself put in a sunset clause. The thing is a dead cockroach right enough.  

A cursory examination

by a cretin who is shit at English and who does not know the Law 

of the judicial reasoning across various Supreme Court judgments reveals a troubling pattern: When it comes to reservations for Scheduled Castes or other backward communities, empirical data, questions of meritocracy, and the 50 per cent ceiling on quotas take on a particular significance (see, for example, Indra Sawhney v. Union of India) – a significance that mysteriously vanishes when the issue is reservations for the Savarna, as seen in the case of the EWS reservations.

Nope. What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. There is no reason why EWS might not be sub-categorized. Indeed, a 'creamy layer' argument could be extended to the general category. There could be an anti-nepotism law barring the children of Chief or Prime Ministers or Judges to hold the same appointments. Anything is possible. The Indian Constitution can be bent any which way by the Bench's sovereign interpretation. 

The Supreme Court, in this instance, in the Janhit Abhiyan v. Union of India case, did not bother to question the absence of empirical data justifying the 10 per cent allotted.

Since it was enabling, not mandatory, only determinations of law, not fact, were required from the Bench.  

Nor did it show any concern for the 50 per cent benchmark that was so rigidly enforced to limit backward class reservations to 27 per cent, despite this class, as the Bihar caste survey shows, constituting more than half of the population in many states.

It decided the 50 percent limit was not inviolable. The fact that the Indian judiciary denies the doctrine of political question and subscribes to no 'originalist' doctrine, means that they can do what they like- though no doubt they may be ignored. What should worry them is that in Bangladesh, a Bench which overstepped the mark provoked a revolution. The Chief Justice was forced to resign. Going forward, Judges in that country may become more circumspect.  

This inconsistent reasoning, which applies different judicial standards to different groups, stands in stark contrast to the principles enshrined in our Constitution

which, following the Westminster model, makes Parliament, not the Judiciary, Supreme. The First Amendment clarified this. What we have had is an usurpation of powers by the Bench. For some strange reason, the Left thought this would favor them. It didn't. Now those fools are crying their little eyes out. 

– a document that was never meant to legitimise such discrimination. Ironically, the text that seems to underpin this inequitable approach is one that Dr B.R. Ambedkar, the chief architect of our Constitution,

He himself said his contribution was 'hack-work'.  

famously consigned to the flames in 1927: the Manusmriti, a text revered by the RSS and the Indian right-wing.

Equally famously, he married a Brahmin and converted to the ultimate Aryan religion- that of the Buddha.  

How do we account for this inconsistency in judicial reasoning?

Easily enough if we know the law and are aware of the very poor intellectual quality of Indian lawyers and judges. 

A mere statement that this echoes the reasoning embedded in the Manusmiriti will not suffice.

Why be one content with one stupid lie when you can dredge up a yet more stupid lie? 

Whenever we find inconsistent judicial reasoning not aligning with the Constitution, we must travel beyond the realm of the Law, of consciousness, to the realm of the inconsistent, the unconscious, and psychoanalyse the knot.

Lacanian bullshit. He was pretending to know math while appropriating, and shitting, over Bateman's notion of a double bind.  

We must lay bare the working of the inconsistent that over-determines the consistent from without.

It is a mathematical fact that 'over-determination' leads to inconsistency unless there is linear dependence. But there is no need to 'lay that bare'. Just count the degrees of freedom and, if overdetermination arises, introduce linear dependence to get consistency. 

Freud’s ‘borrowed kettle’ is a famous example used in his classic The Interpretation of Dreams (1899) to illustrate the concept of inconsistent arguments. It is illustrated through a joke where a man is accused of returning a borrowed kettle, damaged. The man defends himself with three mutually contradictory statements: (1) He never borrowed the kettle, (2) The kettle was already damaged when he borrowed it, and (3) He returned the kettle undamaged.

Since 'damaged kettle' can be the basis of a legal claim, it is a legal concept- something like equitable estoppel- which is germane unlike some shite Fraud or LaCon pulled out of their respective asses. If you sue me for damaging your kettle, my lawyer will present arguments under all three headings. Firstly I never borrowed the kettle. You give proof that I came to your house and was seen leaving with it. My lawyer says, 'my client does vaguely recall agreeing to keep a damaged kettle which it is hobby to repair to a very high standard. Still, he didn't 'borrow' it but rather did a friend a favor. You then prove that I was what in law is called a 'bailee' and that the kettle was known to be undamaged. In that case, my lawyer will try to prove that any damage the kettle now displays must have occurred after I ceased to be the 'bailee'. However, suppose some one comes forward as a witness to affirm that I asked to borrow the kettle for a specific purpose and you agreed but I then used the kettle for another purpose and this caused damage to the kettle which is now visible, then you win your case. Suppose I now say 'actually a third party took it and damaged it', then 'estoppel' may apply because I've admitted I was the bailee and thus anything which happened to the kettle while I had it is my fault. 

Freud uses this example to demonstrate how people can employ multiple, even contradictory, arguments when trying to protect themselves from guilt or anxiety.

But they are wholly irrelevant when it comes to the Law.  

In this context, the borrowed kettle represents the various conflicting justifications or rationalisations that the mind produces to deal with an uncomfortable truth or accusation.

It is like this guy's cockroaches which are causing him to fudge his pants. We may agree that his predicament is over-determined in the sense that anything and everything would make him hysterically soil himself or write this shite for some American Brahmin's magazine so that other similar 'Savarnas' can have a hearty laugh at this nutter.  

The contradictory nature of the arguments is significant because it reveals the underlying anxiety or guilt that the person is trying to conceal.

This nutter has revealed that his 'students tune out' as he rants and raves in an increasingly 'desperate' manner. What he is trying to conceal is his own guilt at failing his students as a teacher. He should be helping them learn good enough English to get a job involving useful work skills. He should not be misleading them about the law or the politics of their country.  

What is the underlying anxiety or guilt that the Indian judiciary is confronted with when they pass judgement over reservations, justifying this power they wield by claiming to be the most meritocratic persons capable of doing so?

They are making no such claim. They have usurped to themselves the right to interpret the Constitution in any manner they please purely on the basis of the official position they hold.  

Why are they taking to the obiter dicta mode to talk about merit and creamy layers even when these are not the principal questions at hand?

Because Judges speak in obiter dicta mode for a specific purpose- viz. the information and instruction of other judges- though it is the ratio in the case which is binding on lower courts. Vijayan is wholly ignorant of the Law. He also knows nothing of Psychoanalysis. He may know much about the suffering of his own people. But that is not what he is writing about. 

 The judiciary’s club: Right of entry reserved

Why is a cretin like Vijayan not allowed to deliver Supreme Court Judgments? Why is he not even allowed to perform brain surgery? It is because evil Savarnas are discriminating against him. Even when he tries to sodomize himself, Brahmins are causing his dick to fail to grow long and bendy enough for him to bugger his own brains out. Is this what you call Democracy? Don't you know that Thomas Jefferson gave nice cockroach to Dr. Ambedkar so that Preamble of Constitution would cause Vijayan to be able to fuck himself in the ass? Why Rahul Baba has not raised his voice on this burning issue?  

The Indian judiciary’s anxious preoccupation with meritocracy and the creamy layer may just be a smokescreen for its own well-guarded secret: It is the greatest beneficiary of a reservation system that dares not speak its name.

Nope. It does speak its name which is 'the Collegium system'. But nepotism isn't a 'reservation' system.  

We call it the collegium system

because that's what the Bench calls it 

– a cosy club where judges appoint judges, often from one’s own family or friends’ circle, all without the inconvenience of a competitive exam, a luxury that most Indians can only dream of.

Most Indians are too fucking illiterate to sit a competitive exam. Vijayan lives in a fantasy world where three hundred million Indians have to pass an exam so as to get a day's labor under MGNREGA  digging ditches.  

This magic trick has worked wonders for one particular caste group and a select few families, who have held the judicial reins for generations.

Guys like Chandrachud? But he could make much more in the private sector. Still, Judges are way less nepotistic than politicians like Rahul or Stalin.  

Ironically, these privileged few never thought to apply their beloved creamy-layer test to themselves, nor did they bother to open up their appointment process to the transparency and meritocracy they so fervently preach about.

They aren't preaching. The Government passed a law. Some group protested, in the hope that the OBC/Dalit share would be diluted. But the Bench wouldn't bite.  

Instead, this tight-knit, elite network has cultivated an inner guilt, a nagging sense of uncertainty, that they seem to project onto Scheduled Castes (SCs) and Other Backward Classes (OBCs) whenever they go on a moral crusade about merit and the creamy layer.

The plain fact is, the better off Dalit and OBC sub-castes have grabbed the lion's share of benefits. There has been political pushback by EBC and Mahadalits. The bigger problem is that India may go off a fiscal cliff and there might be widespread entitlement collapse. As is currently happening in China, some Government employees may take a haircut (though this may take the shape of long delays in salary payment) while recruitment collapses. The bigger problem for Vijayan type nutters is that Reservations may disappear altogether in 2030.  

In Lacanian psychoanalysis, the ‘Other’ is a critical concept in forming a sense of identity, where one’s self-perception is reflected through the gaze of the Other.

Babies gain a sense of identity- not to mention the ability to speak- from those who care for them. College students gain a sense that their lives needn't be shit if they are taught useful stuff. Vijayan can't do that. He wants his students to turn into babies screaming hysterically and soiling themselves because Brahmins are smart and, if sensible, run the fuck away to America where even an obnoxious twerp like Vivek Ramaswamy has an equal shot of becoming POTUS.  

Let us talk data. In the Ministry of Social Justice and Empowerment’s script, “Post Matric Scholarship for SCs: Scheme Guidelines”, Clause 5.3 clearly states, ‘Scholarships will be paid to students whose parents’/guardians’ income from all sources does not exceed Rs 2,50,000 (Rupees Two Lakh Fifty Thousand only) during the last financial year.’

But SC students whose parents earn 100 crores per year still get Reservations! What is the point of giving scholarships to poor Dalits if all the jobs reserved for them will go to rich Dalits?  

The activist and scholar M. Geethanandan has repeatedly highlighted the absurdity of this stipulation: The government generously sets an Rs 8 lakh ceiling to define poverty for the Savarnas when they seek to avail EWS reservations,

They must do the same for Dalits. 

but for SCs, a mere Rs 2.5 lakh is the cut-off to access scholarships.

EWS students aren't getting any fucking scholarships. Why? This tyranny must end! Look at what happened to Sheikh Hasina because of Reservations.

India, hasn't had a revolution but nutters like Vijayan may well stir one up. Fuck that. What will happen in January 2030 is that every party will say 'we won't vote to extend the current reservations because we want to give 110 per cent to our lovely Dalit brothers and sisters!' That way, as Ambedkar hoped, the curse of Reservations will end and maybe the Vijayans of the world will actually do the job they are paid to do- viz. impart useful education which can raise the productivity of India's youth. Poverty is not caused by the Brahmins- who, if they are smart, will have fucked off to America in any case- but by low productivity. 

My real question is for our Dalit parliamentarians and legislators who contested and won from reserved seats: What were you doing when these guidelines were penned? And what are you doing now?

Like Kharge Sahib, they are enriching themselves. Do they want their grandkids becoming corrupt IAS officers? Possibly. But if their kids are smart they too will want them to fuck off to America and rise by their own efforts. Learning functional English while focusing on STEM subjects is the way to go- more especially if you are from Palghat and thus hella smart.