The India Story Marred By That Old Disease – Cynicism

Apart from the monumental corruption, destruction of institutions and a criminal intent to hold the country back, the worst crime by far has been the insidious encouragement of the disease of cynicism to creep and eat into our innards leaving us hollow by those who held power for decades.

A billion people expected nothing because they had come to believe no one, trust no one and lived in a perpetual state of gratefulness for a roof over their head, water, a few hours of electricity, a much sought-after LPG cylinder, an education, a berth on a train and perhaps a hospital bed when required.

We were a Nation bound to Little Men on Seats of Power from birth to death.

Both certificates, arrival and departure were at the mercy of these men, civil servants, a misnomer if there was one, helped along of course with graft and our acquiescent spine.

The system elevated select little men to positions of power who held our life and future in their palm, beholden and servile only to the powers above, degrading us each time with Kal Aana and reducing us to subservient jelly.

It then became the ultimate aspiration of families to have one offspring at least with a government job, who in turn had the power to twist his own knife.

It was rarely discussed if a young person was eager to make a difference. Conformity was the rule and falling into line with a bent backbone, expected.

Seekh Jayega could be interpreted in multiple ways.

In such times Bahut Paisa Banayaa was not embarrassing but a proclamation of success because Bahut Paisa Kamaaya was next to impossible unless you could claim a Mai Baap in the right place to cut through licenses, permissions, humongous paperwork and sheer cussedness.

Even after, that do not for one moment be mistaken that earning and creating wealth was admired when it was in fact it was always suspect.

The term, businessman was a sneer and profit a dirty word.

The wealthy were synonymous with Kala Dhan and showcased in Bollywood with crime and debauchery while the good man was almost always poor or lower middle class. His lack of ambition was his badge of honor. His ordinariness encouraged as a sign of a non-threatening citizen who didn’t question those above him in the pecking order.

For all you know it might have been a state policy, to crush the spirit of the citizenry. It can be said that those who made it, did it in spite and despite the ruling establishment.

It was perhaps a certain naivety and trust that we exchanged our colonizers for these rulers who had no doubt learnt well from them. They not only moved into their houses with high walls and gates but also used every part of the state machinery against us.

In this black and white single channel Doordarshan, news-read-to-us scenario, which many hark back to, as the good old days, our quest for basics, left us with no time or strength to ask questions and seek answers from the exalted.

And when we did, predictably things were hushed, buried, left unanswered. The same people accused of the worst crimes continued as judge and jury.

Murder, rape, corruption, drunk driving all sorted out within an Old Boys Club.

And yet religiously we read the papers every morning taking them for gospel truth. Not for one moment doubting their veracity, despite our national cynical character, but believing every written word of progress, development, snail paced no doubt because we were a poor Third World Country, you see.

Hence the shock to the old establishment and it’s pliant ecosystem that today we people want more, we ask for more, we expect more.

~What happened to you? ~ They wonder

~We gave you just enough and you voted us back year after year~

Politicians accustomed to power for generations have nothing to say or offer in this new scenario and end up sounding hilariously disconnected.

Their minions scurrying in panic to prop them up at any cost because their lives depend on it.

Among us however the old disease isn’t easy to shed. It creeps back and rears its head ever so often despite the many unimaginable changes we see now.

~Just watch nothing will happen~

~They’ll cut a deal~

We may be not far off the mark. But by not expecting anything we hand over our power as citizens and give them a free pass, returning to the old days.

Not long-ago to procure cement to build a house, a ‘contact’ was necessary. To get a phone connection an uncle in the right place.

We stood in long queues for milk and became hoarders of sugar and kerosene because who knew when it was next available.

Each one of us in our little own way was reduced to cynical criminality which was blended into and normalized in our way of life.

To throw a ‘runner’ on someone else’s electric connection, ‘adjust’ our electricity meter, get the telephone linesman to ‘accommodate’ STD calls on our neighbor’s bill, to extend our balconies or add a room with an ‘arrangement’ with the municipality, didn’t prick our conscience in the least. Our petty thieving was overlooked and we returned the favor, believing that this is what the powerful are entitled to.

Over generations the price was paid and how!

To see and yet avert our eyes to loot, to allow crime to go unpunished, the powerful escape incarceration, destroys the value system of a society and breaks its spinal column.

The natural progression then from quiet, fatigued acceptance of the ordinary citizen is anger, defiance, insecurity making him ungovernable & his belief that there is little that can stop him from doing the same….

We see that on our roads, in our cities, on our new trains, affecting our everyday life.

Social Media was indeed a game changer.

It came at a time when we had become suspicious and doubted what we saw on television and what we read in the morning papers.

Could it be possible that those who ruled us and the watch dogs were in bed together? That realization was a watershed moment for India which caught the Darbaris by surprise. No wonder there’s an intense dislike for this medium.

At last there is a platform which allows us to push, demand, question institutions and the powerful which we never did before. It allows us to vent, to rant, an anger long suppressed.

Don’t let up. Be heard.

Don’t succumb to cynicism – It not only kills you but your child’s future too, leaving him angry & encumbered for life.

 ~Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it’s the furthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us.

Cynics always say No. But saying Yes begins things. Saying Yes is how things grow ~ Stephen Colbert

First published in MyIndMakers – Are we in danger of losing the India Story ? How can we reclaim it ?


  1. And to think, there are actually people who are nostalgic for those bad old days.

    And why not. They were our exalted ruling class.

  2. Well crafted, I had gone through all these scene, seen in my life. The so called elite class still want their RIYAYA.

  3. Amazing, so right to the core. We citizens are the first responsible for where we are today by not questioning.

  4. Terrific post! I'm averse to reading long posts( this one is by my standards) but I read this one till the last word. It was like reading my own thoughts, articulated impeccably!

  5. Fantastic exposure! After rise of internet Hindus later on known as RW in SM smashed the narratives and dominance of darbaris.

  6. You have expressed the feelings of thousands in very blunt as well as simple way. Great piece Ma'am

  7. A true real picture of the exploited past of common man........great article

  8. Ma'am you have written on only the tip of the problems we faced which still is do grim. One experience of mine is standing in the queue for paying dues to govt and getting snubbed for that. No where. Struggled to raise 1k rs for a two wheeler being a doctor.

  9. A very apt article. Yes, we are now the resurgent India nay Bharat. We assert, we don't give up. No more those old theives in guise of guards.


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