Before I go full throttle let me amuse you with an interesting joke about Indians.
Once light went off in an American’s house. He immediately called Electricity department for checking. The same happened to a Japanese, and he immediately checked the fuse of his bulbs. When the light went off in an Indian’s house, he went out to check whether his neighbours’s house lights are on.
So, what is the takeaway from the story?
Most of us Indians are so mean that we turn a blind eye at our own problem and derive sadistic pleasure seeing our fellow being having same or far greater problem. We are like I don’t mind if my ass get whipped as long as my friend gets some.
The same thing is happening with the demon(et)isation process that going on India now.
A large section of hoi polloi, who have little cash or no cash in old notes, are supporting the unprecedented move of Govt. Some are doing out of seer ignorance but with hedonistic pleasure of seeing others go down. And there are other category who fully aware the possible reasons behind this move but still support because they cannot bear their friends and acquaintances having more money than themselves. Still there is a third category called Bhakt type, who follow blindly what the supreme leader says; their motto is ‘obedience till death’.
The demonetisation move, better call demonisation of population, is finding its way to every household with an excuse of black money monkey on its back. No matter whether you worked your ass off to accumulate paltry saving or borrowed from friends to repay your debt, you are, like the Americans who assume every visitor to USA as a migrant, a suspect. The entire population of the nation is now ‘accused’ – a likely black money hoarder.
Countless people lost their employment even before they could make sense of what is happening. Many weddings – regarded as an auspicious occasion in Indian culture – were called off because lack of fund. Billions of work-hours, which would never come back again, lost forever. Yet sadly, like an hypnotised masses, people are happy.
It does not cease to amaze me. A populace that block roads, burn vehicles, bulldoze public property and indulge in mindless violence over petty issues, barring few stay incidents, has surprisingly remained calm. However, it is not surprising for people like me who knows the psychic of Indians so well.
The poor is happy with his pyjama loosing only-coins because his rich neighbour lost his pocket-full. The hand-to-mouth servant losing his job is happy because his master now is trapped. The clerk who lost his penny is happy because his boss lost a fortune. The not-so-rich politician is happy because his rich rival’s wealth went down the drain.
We people derive sadistic pleasure seeing others’ miseries. Worse, we justify our real intention subconsciously and tend to agree with publicised stand of establishment on black money and corruption though we have little or nothing to do with these activities. We are a kind of people who would happily let our house robbed only if other houses are robbed too.