I receive email links from a reader who signs as ‘Moral Police’ 😆 Moral Police complains I see nothing good in India. 😐
Moral Police is mistaken.
I love the fact we are basically a tolerant and peace loving nation.
I love the colours we love, amongst my favorites is the Pink of Pink Chaddies.
I love our arts (which include Hussain, beaded necklaces sold on Janpath and Khajuraho),
Our dance and music (including bhangra rap and Bollywood remixes),
Our culture of inclusiveness… where cricket has become an Indian game.
I love how we can ignore our moral police’s politicians’ worries over our ‘Pub and Mall culture’.
I love it that we have activists who can take on our politicians.
I love how we love to look good. Men too.
I love our food and sometimes I tweet my breakfast menu. I love the fact that it’s so mouth-wateringly easy to be a vegetarian in this country. I love it that a chapati made from whole wheat atta is known to be the healthiest of all breads. (But I don’t own the chapati or the art and culture and I don’t think my loving them gives me any special rights over them.)
But what I love the best about my country is it’s Constitution. I am glad it has acknowledged me as an equal citizen. Can’t thank Jawahar Lal Nehru and Dr Ambedkar enough for this. I am glad Khushboo, You and I can voice our opinions.
I am glad I cannot be chopped into pieces by those well meaning people for marrying the one I like. I am glad if someone does that they can be hanged.
These headlines in The Times of India made my day today.
CHANDIGARH: In a blow to the Taliban-style caste panchayats of Haryana, a sessions court in Karnal on Tuesday sentenced five people to hang until death for killing a couple from the same village and gotra.
But does loving one’s country mean one has to be an ostrich? Does acknowledging the fact that parents in India feel they own their children mean one sees nothing good in our country?
Do we have to live in denial to prove our love for our country?
And who does one submit these claims of patriotism to? To the moral and cultural police who has been taught a lesson by what I love the best about my country?