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Tolerance of the Intolerant

Tolerance of the Intolerant

Please note that this post isn't anything on lecturing anyone on the subject matter. Some thoughts poured in that I penned here:
Got this nice poem on WHATSAPP from a friend:
If you criticize me,
it's your freedom of speech
If I criticize you,
it's my Intolerance.
If you judge me,
you are Enlightened
If I judge you,
I am Prejudiced.
If you question my faith,
then you are Secular
If I question your faith,
then I am Communal.
If you defend yourself,
it's because you are a Victim
If I defend myself,
it's because I am violent.
If you pen your thoughts,
it's Revolutionary
If I pen my thoughts,
it's Provocation
If you march,
it's a Protest
If I march,
it's a Mob
If you lodge a complaint,
you r following the Course of Law
If I lodge a complaint,
I am Misusing the Law
Now one has to identify who is I and who is you...

In the spate of usage of the word intolerance, at every nook and corner of space where intellectuals could poke at, I found it utterly foolish to brand my country as such. India or Bharat or Hindustan – by whatever name may we call this land of ours, is an amalgamation of cultures, people of different races, distinguishable geography, contrastive anthropology and what not!

It was atypical of a section of the self declared intellectuals who forgot their roots, educated by extrafluence of well devised egotism, to brandish their foul mouth for bracing up to blistering barnacles that left them nowhere. It happened like spitting up in the sky. Making irresponsible comments has become an euphemism for political rhetoric. It's not because of impropriety that these liberals posted. All of us have become victims of distorted history that percolated to the masses through decades of convenience to suit the needs of a particular section. But none of the protagonists ever sought refuge in teachings mastered over a considerable period of time.

It wasn't like calling the grape sour or digging one's own graves but more of demeaning one's existence in the physical world. This killed the rationale within. The joy of being in a country that is far tolerant than any on the globe was stolen and the nation got busy in doing nothing constructive. All went in circles of mindless mocks to find a corner and this resulted in netting zero that we're proud of inventing! Perhaps a meaningful zero would have contributed to the cause instead of a meaningless one.

Intelligence is to have patience. Wiser it is to be spiritually addictive with morality than scurry around with a slurry mouth making a farce out of our unity and solidarity despite a gaping diversity. One has to be responsible, behave responsibly and have the guts to face the world come what may. More so, it'd be still better if we strive towards constructive mechanisms of nation building rather dwell in mud slinging set of mentality.

The best prescription to come out of this traumatic development is to detaox oneself with such thoughts that rake the mind abuzz

Eeshwar Allah tero naam, sabko sanmati dey Bhagwan! ...Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

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