Tuesday, March 14, 2006

I am very relieved to find that the world is indeed, complicated. For what is to be achieved by simplicity except the repeated and chronic acts of hierarchy, erasure and violence? Not to mention the disavowal of difference in the service of a manageable and controllable unity.

Every morning at school, we repeated this:

India is my country and all Indians are my brothers and sisters.
I love my country and I am proud of its rich and varied heritage. I shall always strive to be worthy of it.
I shall give respect to my parents, teachers and elders and treat everyone with courtesy.
To my country and my people, I pledge my devotion. In their will being and prosperity alone, lies my happiness.

Even as kids, the first comment that this would elicit from the usual smartass backbencher was, "Not every Indian can be my brother or sister, who do I marry then?"

Such a charged statement...the already inculcated taboo of incest, the normalized virtue of domesticity and heterosexual normativity and the furtive lurking of insurgency.