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NoProudToBeIndian: (being continued) Now consider the case of an average Indian. He speculates about his job, dream of it, talks of it, goes round and round it, but does not bring himself to accomplish it. Result: he has not time for anything else. Spirituality thus, remains for him not a form of activity but an empty formula. An active ethic, which makes a man do the right thing just because it is right, is neither grasped not appreciated by other Indians. He does everything with a motive, and that motive is always material in origin. "What can I get out of it?" - that is the one thing that concerns him. This vast impercipience leads to absurd conclusion in the moral domain. Again and again, you will be astonished to find in India, even among the so called cultured, a topsy-turvydom of values. A man goes out with a woman, and immediately the judgement is made that it must be a sex relation. This bedroom view of life is most depressing, but it is omnipresent. Friendship, platonic affection, or intellectual affinities are talked about but not believed in. This makes social life stagnant, sterile, malodorous. [will continue]. Regards. Sunder T 20160213.

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NotProudToBeIndia.20160212 [continued from the previous post on Feb.09, 2016] Almost everything is afflicted with will-lessness. Indian businessmen and industrials are by no means an exception; they are anxious to progress but unwilling The time s to experiment. What is good enough for my father is good enough for me- such is Indian attitude. They do not pause to examine the credentials of the father. Howe dare they? The very idea is impious. Because action is repugnant to an Indian, he has a poor sense of time. The time when a thing is to be done is of no consequence to him. This has created abroad the impression that the Indian is rooted in Eternity and in everlasting values. It is a pity that an Indian is bogged down in his own fat or the lack of it. That time is money is not understood by most of the Indians. An Indian will stay that somebody is teaching him materialism. But he should realize his spirituality, or at least the path to it. When a man achieves in a given time certain definite results he has not need to be obsessed with things. Having done his job in the shortest possible time and with a minimum of effort, he can afford to invest his leisure and energy in the pursuit of ideas and ideals, which alone can lead to the higher life. Regards. Sunder T

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NotProudToBeIndian: Those who have not understood a deep weakness of Indians have called it Indian spirituality. And this foreign applause has further weakened Indians. Indians themselves have come to believe in the nonsense in which Indians are in the habit of indulging. Indians are a self-deceived people. The practical aspects of this delusion are many. In business and productions it increases cost beyond the average in any other country, and in matters of social and political policy it leads to endless dilatoriness. Indians suffer from an incurable disease; verbalism. For an Indian, words easily replace action. If he discusses a problem till foam gathers at the corners of his mouth e is satisfied. Has he not thrashed it out with Tim, dick and Harry? What more is there to do? And he gets so many diverse counsels that he is more lost than ever. So doing nothing seems to him the best way of achieving an objective. Regards. Sunder T - 20160209

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NotProudToBeIndian.20160205 For any Indian, the inability to think for himself or reliance not on the self but on the outside agency leads him to believe in astrology, necromancy, and goodness knows what other absurdities. You must have seen many of Indian Ministers, provincial and central, rarely undertake anything without consulting their favourite Brahmin (Priest). Actual incident was quoted for the guest of some Governors. These learned men and acute politicians, who had one time crossed swords with British functionaries, postponed well-planned tours, and thereby upset all the arrangements, because their private spiritual detective, the palmist and horoscope reader, had told them that the day chosen for departure were inauspicious. Believe it or not, a famous Secretary, running a big government department, refused to attend a meeting because, on his leaving the house, a donkey had brayed on the left-hand side. This was an evil omen! There was a woman Governor for whom, as a special treat, a peacock had been killed. When she heard that she was to eat it she threw up her hands in disgust, "You wicked man" she told her host. "How could you destroy such a beautiful bird?" Later on, when she was offered a fan made of the feathers of the same sacrificed creature, she accepted it with a broad smile. Sunder T.

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NotProudToBeIndian.20160131 What Indians have done since independence in 1947? Indian art, literature, philosophy, architecture, moral theories, spiritual envisaged ments are all second-hand. The sad and ineluctable truth is that there is not a single Indian artist, in any medium, who has broken new ground. All all are sonorous echoes. Slowly but surely, Indians have become an unoriginal people. This is so important a topic that you cannot leave it here with a bare assertion; The inability to think for himself makes our Indian`s life, a particularly tortuous process. Whether in personal, social, or business relations, he cannot chalk out a line of his own. He wavers, and lets things procrastinate, hoping that solve his difficulties for him. Regards. Sunder T.

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PAN Card a Must under Rule 114B of Income Tax Rues regarding Financial Transactions where quoting of PAN is mandatory, with effect from 1st January, 2016. NotProudToBeIndian: It is interesting to know that during the past ten centuries or more Indian have created little that is not a replica of something foreign. The whole of the British period in India was, culturally speaking barren. There were giants, to be sure, but they were struck down by lightning. Bankim Chandra has been extravagantly praised by Indian pedagogues because he was a moralist, a fervent patriot and a man who expressed impeccably correct Hindu ideas; but the fact remains that as a literary artist he is quite second-rate. Indians always tend to confound ethics with aesthetics. Tagore, because he obtained the Nobel Prize, was ensiled by his countrymen, but today no one can take him too seriously; he was a sentimentalist who purred of the infinite with soul destroying monotony. Iqbal was an authentic bard who, having sung awhile, began to lose himself in metaphysical cavern of his own making. Mrs Sarojini Naidu drew some sweet notes from the lute, and then jumped on to Gandhi`s band-wagon to play the big drum. The wast of talents in British India, because of inner and outer insecurity, is, for the impartial observer, staggering. Regards. Sunder T. 20160127

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NotProudToBeIndianAn Indian must conspire against an Indian. Without that he loses all zest for life. Working against someone or something-how wonderful. Such being the case, no Indian, really speaking trusts another Indian. It is all worse than Hitlerism or Stalinism. A husband in India does not trust his wife; the wife does not trust him; brother has no confidence in brother; and so it goes on through all the intervening relationships. Each Indian in sure that his friend or neighbour is out to diddle him. Back we come to our old friend Cash. It has corroded all human links in India. We might have escaped this fatality if we had been gifted with intelligence. Unfortunately, the gods were unkind to us in this respect. But what about our super metaphysics? It is high time we saw there in proper perspective; they were the work of out-size men who are gone and who have never been replaced. We have produced for ages, barring some exceptions, nothing but accomplished copyist. Because Indians do not think for themselves. Indian take an easy way out. Indians repeat authoritatively what is supposed to be Respectable or Fashionable. Regards. Sunder T- 20160125

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sunderblogger.blogspot.NotProudToBeIndian Indian tragedy is that one Indian destroys another Indian, not in self defence (which would be bad enough), but our of sheer devilry. There is something in the makeup of the Indian that drives him to foul his own nest. "Dog does not eat dog," we have heard,; but we have all seen an Indian making mincemeat of a fellow Indian and enjoying it.  An Indian hates to see a countryman of his going up or prospering. It makes him mad, and he does his best to pull down the follow who is climbing. Have you ever seen a fisherman carrying on his head an open basket full of live crabs? None one gets out, Why Simply because its pals dran it down. Well India is like that basket of crabs. The result of this charming attitude is that no Indian is allowed to make the best of his position or to do the work that is dearest to him. He is always being sniped at. Regards Sunder T 20160122

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Indian & Indians: Love, kindness, friendship, decency, fair-play, cooperation, civism are for Indians are like lichen on a rock; they do not penetrate to the root of his being. But why be squeamish? Our Indian is essentially a go getter. Success-he must have that any cost. And this success must always appear in the form of the Mighty Rupee. The American, it is said, despises failure; he thinks that this ignoble condition is a sign of heaven`s displeasure. The Indian is not quite like that: he understands failure, and coolly puts it down to his bade deeds in the past life; but he seeks and glories in his triumph. The simply means more respect here below and a better prospect when he has gone to the other world. All said and done, Indian must have a label the more glittering the better. The big fish, said Chekhov, live upon the small, Why? Nobody knows. It is nature`s way. One Indian, big or small, devours another Indian. Wherefore? This is a dread secret. All I can say is that strict vegetarianism seems to lead, by come cosmic perversity, to dutiful cannibalism. (will continue in next). Regards. Sunder T. 20160122.

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NotProudToBeIndian: Mindset on money- Because ot this abnormal stress on money, Indians tend to live beyond their means. Why? They must impress others. Face-saving is known to the West as a Chinese peculiarity. The credit seems to have gone a wrong people: Indians always tried to appear more than they actually are.Yes, Indians are worshippers of money. The Indian who is not, is, psychologically speaking, hardly an Indian. He has some other layer of his personality stirring within him. Matter is, we know, feminine. Think of Prakriti. So our Indian, like a woman, has his wish and will; he can not reason detachedly. He is imprisoned in his emotions like a fly in amber. (will continue next time). Regards. Sunder T. 20160113

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NotProudToBeIndian: Why this craving for money for an Indian? We could not help our soil and climate. could we? Because things could be grown easily and plentifully in India and because the weather did not impose continuous hardships, the mass of the people exerted themselves but little. However, there wiser folk, and these, by dint of toil, succeeded in accumulating wealth. Naturally, in times of famine and bad days they came to be looked upon as fortunate beings. Gradually, those who had savings, earned or inherited, came to dominate the imagination of the multitudes as people inherently great by virtue of the cash they possessed. Ultimately, the man who had money began to symbolize everything desirable. Indeed, he wa a favourite of the gods. That this was known to our ancestors is beyond doubt. A poet of the sixth century, Bhavabhuti, had put the matter in a nutshell: "all qualities cling gold". A man with money is handsome, wise, young an what not. Many an Indian father or mother, even today, marries off a pretty daughter to an ugly toothless man because he is rich. Wealth in India covers a multitude of sins. (will continue in next). Regards. Sunder T.

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NotProudToBeIndian: An American lady, wishing to come over to India during the lean days of 1950, enquired of American officials as to what she should take with her to alleviate in some measure the miseries of the people. "Shall I take rice," she asked, "or what, or canned foods, or medicines?" The man in charge listened to her patiently, grinned and said: "Lady, what Indians need most is CASH." CASH! Tat cerainly is what we Indians welcome most. I am afraid we are, have been, and will long remain worshippers of what D.H.Lawrence rudely called the Bitch-Goddess. For us she is a shining deity. Regards. Sunder T. 20160110

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NotProudToBeIndia: An Indian may be a god or a devil. I have said, but he is definitely not a plain human being. Well, what makes him tick? It is not my intention to juggle with words. I am going to call a spade a spade. The Indian is said to be the most spiritual man on earth. This is worse than clotted nonsense. We have propagated the myth because we need something to boast about. Why should we not have a quality that the West is supposed not to possess? Our inferiority in many domains has compelled us to credit ourselves with wings. The fact is, and it had better be started without beating about the bush, we are the most materialistic people in the world. Matter and spirit may or may not be indivisible (let thinkers dispute about this), but our Indian knows that matter takes precedence over spirit.(will continue in next post). Regards. Sunder T - 20160107

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NotProudToBeIndian: A foreigner in England gradually and imperceptibly acquired British British phlegm- that is he becomes sedate: the same person, if he had lived in France, would have turned light-hearted; and if he had been transplanted to the States he would get to be as agitated as a Yank. Now whatever hands, the changes in him would be mostly in behaviour. His core would remain what it was- Nordic or Slavonic, as the case be. The point I am trying to make is that whoever comes and lives in India undergoes a subtle change of psyche. His values alter. The boundaries of good and evil, so clear before, now begin to melt and move. He floats in a void. This is a terrifying experience, but, fortunately, one is not aware of it while in India. One notices it when one is abroad and is looking at things from a distance. The brown earth of India and her blue skies are tempting; their lure is like the lure of the Dhaturs flower, at once exquisite and enslaving. Whoever shares the life of India ceases to be human and humane. He may become a god (a wonderful sight); he may more often turn into a devil (interesting phenomenon); but the warm pulsating blood of man dries up in his veins. An Indian is above or below man; he is rarely just man. To deal with him, we have o deal with new species. Regards Sunder T 20160106

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India: There is no doubt that Indian various racial strains have made Indians what are at present- people with no distinctive soul, but with only a many-coloured psyche. But to say this is not to say all. Indian sould, climate and vegetation have played their part in moulding India. As there is a lot of nonsense talked on this subject, let us linger it a little. Every country affects its dwellers in a particular way. A psychologist has observed that a monkey sent to Germany for scientific observation begins to brood and behave like a Teuton, while the same monkey dispatched to the United States reacts like a restless American, always on the go. Regards. Sunder T. 20160102

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Nehru, India`s Prime Minister after independence in 1947, a typical example of his fundamental reaction to life and thought-patterns was Western, particularity British, yet he was no more an Englishman than I am the Kahn of Tartary. He was a complex personality, and affords the best example of my contention. Nehru could identify himself closely with almost every type of Indian: he felt with the Naga like a Naga: with the Brahmin like a Brahmin: with Muslim like a MUslim: with untouchable like an untouchable: yet at heart he was none of these. What he was, I am sure, he himself did not know. He had deep urges and large dreams-that is all. Here was our typically complex and contradictory Indian. There is no doubt that our various racial strains have made us what we are at present- a people with no distinctive soul, but with only a many-coloured psyche. But to say this is not to say all. (will continue). Regards. Sunder T. 20151230

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NotProudToBeIndian: Whatever races came to India-they were attracted to her like moths to a flame-had one peculiarity: they refused to be integrated. Despite the terrific pressure of the anonymous multitudes around them, they remained undigested chunks. Hence the Indian prodadox: one Indian reacts like a a Scythian, another like a Sumerian, a third like a Greek, a fourth like an Arab, and so the complicated tale continues.But let us not run away with the impression that our Indian Sumerian is a pure Sumerian. Only the dominant layer in him is that; his other layers are in constant conflict with the Sumerian. Fantastic, it will be said. Not quite. (Will continue in next time). Sunder T 20151229.

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Being Indian? But why are we what we are? Aryanism, of which we have become particularly proud since independence, is, if we examine matters without parti pris, integumentary. The essence lies elsewhere. The Indian spirit is basically pr-Aryan. The Dravidian element in it is predominant. (as we see today,) but the total influences go further back. We have the phrase "Mother India"; India is much more than that; she is the Granny of Nations. Her soul (there is, I repeat, no "it" about it) is steeped in the leading and misleading of may civilizations. Sunder T 20151228

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Is there such a creature as an Indian? There may be, but I have not found it. An Indian pure and simple is rare as a griffin or an Assyrian bull. How should it be otherwise? The Indian is not a person, but a patchwork. Indeed, he reminds me of Ibsen`s famous onion-one layer, then another, then another, and finally, nothing. It is the peeling, of various layers that causes much trouble. Each layer tells its own tale and, what is unbelievable, is not part of an organic whole. The result is that the so-called Indian is the most contradictory of persons. He is perpetually at war with himself. Not knowing himself, he is unable to understand others. Our metaphysics, wonderful as they are, have tried to solve this confusion, but in vain. Our multilayered soul remains hidden and unfathomable. (to be continued in next post). Regards. Sunder T. Sunder T 20151227