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‘Of the people, for the people, and by the people’

Members of our Constituent assemblycirca 1949

It is the 26th of January and 75 years ago; India, after gaining independence from British rule declared itself a sovereign, socialist, secular, democratic, republic state after adopting the Constitution on 26th November 1949. Strains of “Saare jahaan se acha……”in Lata Mangeshkar’s melodious voice; a song that seems mandatory listening in our colony during such ‘national’ celebrations, filtered through the window while I was making poha for breakfast. And thoughts bubbling up over the last week needed penning desperately, hence this blog.

While I have nothing against unfurling the tricolour, amidst the colony residents and their choiceless children, I wonder at our true understanding of the significance of this ritual. It is meant to be a symbolic gesture to renew our commitment to the Constitution, that remarkable document which is the longest written constitution in the world and took the distilled wisdom of leaders of a newly independent, diverse country hailing from a civilisation three millennia old, 166 days to create. The preamble declares India to be a welfare state committed to secure justice, liberty and equality for its now one billion people, and for promoting fraternity, dignity of the individual and unity and integrity of the nation. And these objectives set out in this preamble, cannot be amended. The statement ‘We the people… adopt, enact and give to ourselves this Constitution’ signifies the power is ultimately vested in the hands of the people.

Listening to a number of historians and people who have devoted their lives to decoding our complex and nuanced histories in the subcontinent, I often am astonished that the country we call India today even came into being! And although the freedom struggle led by the Indian National Congress dominated the scene, the Constituent Assembly represented members from different castes, classes and religions, also ensuring a fair geographical representation from all regions. That names like Vallabhbhai Patel, Abul Kalam Azad, TT Krishnamachari, H.C.  Mookherjee and Madam Bhikaiji Rustom Cama featured is proof in itself. But after that, the draft prepared by the committee chaired by B. R. Ambedkar went through several rounds of discussion, clause by clause, deliberating on over two thousand amendments. Maybe in its fledgling years, democratic debate existed.

So, the question bubbling in me is, have we matured as republic, holding those values today?

Do our legislature and executive wings of the government, in any real way know how words like ‘secular’ translate in action? If events I witnessed on mainstream media on Jan 22nd and news that slipped through what is left of the fourth estate are anything to go by, we are well on our way to becoming a religious state. Worse still, governed by a reductionist view of an ancient tolerant religion, that allowed India to grow into its beautiful diversity today.

The ‘socialist’ died a premature death; in India today, we pride ourselves on creating lakhpatis, left-wing can translate as terrorist, and MGNREGA our largest national programme to support rural unemployed cannot pay wages on time, due to insufficient funds.

I am not sure in today’s global economy steered by shadowy multinationals whether the word ‘sovereign’- implying that the state has its independent authority or power, means anything at all.

Can our overburdened judiciary meet the needs of the public, or will they continue to have to direct governments to fulfil their responsibilities to citizens?

Today’s Hindu Editorial by Aruna Roy and Nikhil Dey “Reclaiming the Republic, and the Constitution” gave a glimmer of hope as I sat down to eat my poha. All is not lost yet, it appears…

Or else, the Constitution of Bharath might become another myth, like the Ramayan.



4 responses to “‘Of the people, for the people, and by the people’”

  1. So well written Roopa
    With malice to none, here’s a beautiful poem that we Indians need to read

    *Think inside the Box*

    Let’s put things back
    Inside the box
    Pull down the shutters
    and bring out the locks.

    The processions, the garlands,
    the loudness , the noise.
    The drum rolls , the traffic, the politician’s toys.

    That statue of Mary,
    the frenzied whipping and blood,
    The colourful buntings,
    those idols of mud.

    The cries of the maulvi
    ripping the dawn,
    The garbage of crackers
    littering the lawn.

    The bleating of goats –
    a chorus halaal,
    The groping of women –
    in public they’re maal!

    Can we put our religion
    firmly back in our home,
    It’s becoming quite rabid-
    a street dog with foam!

    Back in our hearts ,
    back in silence, our mind
    In the quietest corner
    we can possibly find.

    Converse with our God,
    or our conscience in peace,
    Standing or sitting ,
    or down on our knees.

    Nobody needs to know
    what we worship or believe,
    The intricate patterns
    of devotion we weave.

    It’s a private affair
    like the party you vote,
    The motherly cow,
    or the sacrificial goat.

    Worship or not,
    but keep it within your walls,
    Bring out your beads
    or dress up your dolls.

    Sing softly to the One ,
    offer prayers and incense ,
    Keep it silent and strong ,
    or quiet and intense.

    Don’t spill on the streets ,
    don’t scream on the speaker,
    Don’t hassle the neighbour,
    don’t prey on the weaker.

    Think for a minute,
    could this shoosha be calm
    They all will prefer that:
    Allah, Jesus and Ram.

    Spend a day saying thanks –
    let the loudness be spared
    He can hear you quite clearly-
    not hearing impaired!

    Whether saffron or green ,
    rainbow or white,
    Put it back in the box folks –
    and shut the lid tight.

    ~ Unknown

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    1. That is such a beautiful poem Neena, needs to be shared …. I agree
      Much much love…

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  2. Roopa , reading your article pulled plenty of strings in my heart. It gave me goosebumps to read that you had managed to pen down my very thoughts and I’m sure of many other like minded people too 👏🏻👍🏻

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    1. Thank you Munira, I understand.
      And those lovely pictures of the cathedral brought so much peace and solace to me, all childhood memories. Much much love and a hug,
      roopa

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