Rama, Krishna, Shiva & our political correctness

Delhi University does not want a certain kind of Ramayana to be heard or read by its students. Well, for altogether different reasons, so do many parents writes the author, speaker, illustrator and mythologist Devdutt Pattanaik, chief belief officer of the Future group, in Star of Mysore:

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“Often I am approached by well-meaning people who want stories to be told to their children. So which story must one tell children? ‘Tell the Ramayana.’ So I begin—Once upon a time, there was a king with three wives…. And they interrupt, ‘Skip the three wives part. How can one talk about polygamy to children?’

“And then I come to the part where Ram abandons Sita following gossip in the city. And they interrupt again, ‘Can we end the Ramayana with the coronation part and skip this tragic ending?’

“In fact, many parents feel Ramayana should not be told to children as it is a patriarchal narrative. They feel I should tell the story of Krishna. Which part? ‘The childhood part when he is so sweet and naughty.’ And do we tell the story of how he stole clothes? ‘No, no, that is awkward.’ And the part about Raas-Lila. ‘No, no, that is difficult to explain.’

“So shall I tell the story of Shiva? ‘Yes, except anything about the Lingam and the consumption of Bhang.’ What about story of Durga? ‘Yes, Yes.’ But the moment I describe how Kali drinks blood I see eyebrows rise and gestures begging me to stop. ‘We are vegetarians.’

“Every parent wants to control what their children must hear. Every celebrity wants to control what the media says about them. Is there a difference?”

Read Devdutt Pattanaik’s articles: here

Also read: Dasaratha‘s wives gorged on idlis, dosas

Should gods, goddesses have caste identities?

USHA K.R.: The delightful feminism behind Ganesha‘s birth

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8 Responses to “Rama, Krishna, Shiva & our political correctness”

  1. amithpr Says:

    ha ha this is hilarious

  2. Dr KRS Murthy Says:

    Here is my response in the form of my poem:

    Brain Surgery to Cure Stupidity
    K.R.S. Murthy

    Wings sprung up large and wide on the side of the mammoth mountains
    Real iron wings beating all over the sky highways as all the mountains

    Flew and glided effortlessly and smoothly, as the gravity took a long vacation
    In flocks, large and small, for days at a time, with no desire to land on the ground

    Army of fish, whales, dolphins, jellyfish and octopuses came sprinting
    On the streets of desert town with water pistols, big and small, squirting

    On each other in a long child play, on family, friends and all their foes
    Only to suffocate each other to death with too much water on their faces

    Scorching heat of the Moon heated the earth all day to blistering temperatures
    As the Sun could not control his shiver with the freezing cold in the universe

    Rivers, lakes, oceans and all the seas were flooding with milk overflowing
    With their waves reaching the skies, as millions of infants were drowning

    The lions, tigers, wolves and hyenas were filled with genuine love and kindness
    The pride in the forest ready to serve their cruel prey as they have been for ages

    With delicate care, were bringing all the cattle, deer, zebras and the wilder beasts
    Carrying on their back to the grazing field for the prey to eat the grass and leaves

    Then to drink to quench all their thirst in the sweet brine without any fear of their lives
    Brine, the ultimate thirst quencher, in fancy wine glasses sipping with aristocratic straws

    The bees were carrying big pot of honey on their back to spray on the flower petals
    Gardens blooming in the mid winter flowers with the hardness of iron, and the metals

    The mosquitoes, flies, ants, spiders, and all the small pests of the earth were rejoicing
    Feeding poisons and beating humans to death, as all the humans were helplessly crying

    Have you begun to wonder about me? Do you doubt me to have any common sense?
    Have you wondered if I am already in the biggest nut mansion, with a lifetime lease?

    Are you getting ready to carry me to the nut house? Brand me to be the ultimate lunacy
    I will let you in on a real secret that I was born in a family of lunatics, born real crazy

    My parents were crazy, and so were all their parents, their parents and all the ancestors
    One more secret that you never knew, or never wanted to accept, is about your ancestors

    They were very close cousins with the same lunatic genes that made all of us born crazy
    Only some of know the genetic secret, but others like you simply believe others as crazy

    Sometimes knowing you are crazy may be a curse, but not having any clue of the truth
    Not at all knowing that you do not even know the real truth is simply bliss of blind faith

    Would you mind if I called it stupidity, as the stupid would never know they are stupid?
    Trust me that I am really very kind in slapping on your face and calling you a real stupid

    Any milder way of saying may be a simple waste of time, as it will not pierce your brain
    Sharpness of the words is essential to break open your hard skull for surgery of the brain

    Once it is open, it is a simple procedure and you will not have any pain during my magic
    My delicate surgery will change wiring in your brain and load it with my brand of logic

    Evaporate your past stupidity without any trace, so that you have no fear of any relapse
    I will implant a bonus of my unique brand of virus protection, which never needs updates

    Reputation as a skilled brain surgeon with an excellent track record in permanent cures
    Can cure all types of stupidity deceases, and known not to accept any fees for services

    Sorry that I lied a little bit, but I do expect something in return for my help to cure the ill
    Don’t be scared! Surely, it is not money, or gold or anything you cannot afford at all

    Just give your first born my name. It surely costs nothing for you to use my sweet name
    Remember the name of your surgeon and let anyone needing similar help know my name

    Tell them how good you feel after the magic of my sharp words on your brain software
    Be sure to tell every stupid person you meet from now on, about your permanent cure

    It is time to start the surgery now, as you read my poem again of things that look absurd
    So absurd that it would never be true on this earth and the universe we have witnessed

    Do you remember many things that we are taught as kids and still hold them as real truth?
    As universal as the Laws of Physics, to always speak the truth, and nothing but the truth

    “Good wins over evil”. “There is a heaven and a hell” “God is really watching us”.
    “What we do on the earth will result in heaven or hell”, say people to all of us

    “God will take care of good people, and neglect or punish the bad people”.
    “There is place in the heaven for everyone who believes in him (or her or it?)”

    “You are bound to go to hell if you do not believe in God”, shouts the preacher
    Some even dare say, “If you do not believe in their special brand of God”, beware

    Come to the preacher anytime, but leave your brain and its logic at the churches’ gate
    Don’t dare come out of the house of God, without dropping a dollar in preacher’s wallet

    Every time you cried as a hungry baby, and asked genuine questions, everyone fed myth
    No one means any harm to you, but parents mix an ingredient called undigested myth

    Divine bosoms of the mothers produce the nectar full of a sweetener to feed your hunger
    The sweetener, known as love, rushes to your heart the moment you drink, with the killer

    Sneaking behind it, as you savor the sweet taste, with closed eyes, the eyes in your brain
    Killer of the hunger, myth gets into your blood stream, your lungs, heart, and the brain

    Con artists of the veteran kind are the loveable grand parents, and guilty as charged
    They have earned a first class ticket to stupidity paradise without a dollar of charge

    With their frequent liar program about the God and the heaven, they may never get to see
    Don’t dare say they should go to jail, and just show all the pity as they are dressed to die

    Churches, mosques and temples are the biggest factory fermenting the myth of God
    Fermented for millenniums in the darkness of the faith underground of the God’s abode

    The more you drink, the more you want, and the myth concoction is extremely addictive
    Drink alcohol, or take some drugs, they kill some brain cells, and you become addictive

    The religious myth, when you drink in large quantities, makes you real dumb and stupid
    Questions evaporate from the dictionary of your brain, never to re-enter the skull so hard

    Skull hardened by the deposits of the myth, layer upon layer, but opens to my antidote
    Antidote of unadulterated logic, but beware, the preacher prohibits you from the antidote

    Preacher takes an oath from you demanding that you never meet a magician, very unique
    Magician who feeds the real nourishment for your brain, one of curiosity, logic, and critique

    Challenge the fundamentals and a very important vitamin called Big Q, the questioning
    Never stop inhaling questions; the oxygen to the brain, or else it is not even worth living

    Time has come to close your skull, seal it back tight and give your brain a final injection
    It is a crime for you to accept any thought without a thorough screening and introspection

    Just be very patient as it takes a while for you to heal, and stay away from the preacher
    Sooner than you realize, you will be cured of all stupidity, and blindness of faith, forever

    Very easy way to test of your permanent cure, is called the magic of “Coin on its edge”
    Toss a coin in the air, and see it to fall on either side, and also equally well on its edge

    Always your friend in need, should you need any more tuning or twisting of the screws!
    Lifetime warranty is what I give to everyone, but not responsible after you die, of course!

  3. Bhagwad Jal Park Says:

    And Kapil Sibal wants to control what we’re exposed to. Sounds familiar no?

    It’s obvious that politicians think of themselves as gods and parents, wisely leading this little nation of children for their own good and making sure they avoid all the pitfalls.

    Well, the children have grown up now. And we don’t need their help anymore.

  4. janamajeya jangama Says:

    children should be told what they relate to.
    why do you want to add adult content?
    simply useless article meant to be sensational.

    About Shiva and Lingam the aagama people have a separate way of looking at nirakara shiva and omkara linga .
    So when your kids grow up explain that too to them along with vedic corruption.

  5. Statistician Says:

    Brilliant!

  6. anamika Says:

    “why do you want to add adult content” – what! Our myth’s are rated A???

  7. Sufi Says:

    That was one big poem mr. murthy!

  8. Nastika Says:

    Appears like the parents don’t trust themselves or their learnings.

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