August 21, 2009

Close the door, before I unholster that kiss

By Chaitali Sinha, XI, SJA
HBO just finished showing "Notting Hill" and like every romantic flick, it ended with a kiss.
Vulgar, we say. Extremely.
Yet, in this democratic and secular country, the easiest way to become a famous man is to broadcast a communist speech as "Next-gen" politician Varun Gandhi or Narendra Modi prove every other week. If a man displays affection towards his girlfriend/wife, the moral brigade may jump on him, calling it a "vile, vulgar display of passion" yet the same remain quiet when hate speeches are made. In today's Indian society and due to our mutilated culture, love in marriages and among people is an uncelebrated ritual, to the point where a hug almost evokes wolf-whistling and the celluloid romances remain merely that - celluloid.They remain larger than life, an almost ray of hope for the youth that perhaps things like love do exist. E. Segal's words that, "An argument is the true index of an interaction" rings extremely in the East for that remains the only index of interaction that has not been banned yet.
In a society where MTV sits right beside the khadi, a comparison between the East and the West is perhaps inevitable.
It is inevitable for us to ask why the wise men of our country villify love.
It is inevitable for us to ask why the wise men deny love yet accept hatred, in a supposedly 'spiritual' country.
On one hand, India runs on love when it decides to accept every tradition and religion to add a hue to it's world while on the other it's very leaders decide to reject love as a part of their policy.
Which face of India do we accept - and why?

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