Jan 26 2015 : The Times of India (Bangalore)
Bharati garv and karma chameleons
It's official. India just won the culture war. Which culture war, you ask.
Why, the one that our netas tout like some tired old mantra every chance
they get: the war against westernization, against the evil influence of
burgers and quesadillas, Louboutin heels and Cavalli outfits, against
arguably execrable singers like Snoop Dogg and Keisha, EDM and
You don't believe me?
Think on it, as we say in the heartland. Let`s begin with the small details.
More people queue up for 14 types of stuffed paranthas and dosas than
they do for ravioli and sashimi; as for pizza, why, we've totally colonized
that food item, whacked the Italian stuffing out of it and replaced cheese,
onion, ham with good ole chicken tandoori and aloo tikkas... and that crust
ain't complaining, I promise you.
Of course, we like molecular gastronomy; in fact, we just love what that form
of nouvelle cuisine can and does do to the gajar halwa! For the few who can
drop serious blunt on haute couture from Paris or Milan, there are more who
sport stunning saris, lehengas, bandhgalas and short-sleeved kurtas from
Jade Blue. And do a headcount at any Honey YoYo Singh or Arijit Singh concert,
and compare it to the declining numbers who take in those international rock
or post-Punk acts. The crowds at lit fests go to stare at that rocking film star,
or listen in right earnest to Chetan Bhagat or Amish. On the dance floor, they
may begin dancing to the Dougie or Cat Daddy but very soon, it's a Bollywood
mix people are bopping to.
It's a strange situation, indeed.All clichés can be thrown into the ring and will
hold good.There has been a paradigm shift, only it hasn't shifted in the way
you would expect it to. Also, this chutnification of cross-country and cross-globa
l culture has also resulted in a smooth crossover, a blurring of the India/Bharat
lines. The rural came to town and wrought a forceful but peaceful takeover.
Today, the uberrich stick to their defined ghettoes (every city has these
ghettoes) while the heartlanders roam the streets cheerfully.
What enabled this is something typically Indian. We did what we do pretty well:
take all that other cultures offer us, whack the otherness into a pliable mass,
infuse it with an indigenous flavour, puff up its pretentious quotient (we are a
very pretentious lot), and proudly use it to death. Garv se kaho and all that
jazz, see.At which point, the bestselling items automatically become completely,
sincerely, happily Made in India. It's the desi mix, sistahs and mistahs, and yes,
it totally works!
As a recent New York Times article put it, no culture is philosophically monolithic,
or promotes a single conception of the human. A culture is an internecine contest
between alternative conceptions of the human.Where we are concerned, with
some refinement but mostly retaining the basic tenets of our culture, we are
doing it all. We take culture, the broadest canvas ever, and cut ourselves a
nifty coat from it. We take the international drape, the silhouette, and embellish
it with mokaish, kashida, zardosi.We are still travelling to exotic locales abroad
for our adventure holidays or chill-pill time, but we are also taking heritage walks
around our city and rediscovering our native heritage. We are people who support
stem cell research while reserving judgment on the made snana.
On the work front, we have moved from being glorified back-office coolies to
feted entrepre n e u r s, some as young as 14, like the Parippu Vada Media`S
Shane Mathews and Jai Kishan S u d h i . There are as many creative startups
as there are creative ideas; I mean, who has n't heard of Varun Agarwal
and his Anu Aunty?
In this post-digital day, we've taken to social media like the mahseer takes
to the waters at Gangotri. Every bit of our lives is up thereon Twitter,
Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, and all those online retail sites. That
ad about the girl wilting under a devastating absence of `likes'?
That's our story! We took the paparazzi culture and gave it that necessary
tweak: we became paps, all of us! Just how involved are we in all that's
happening around is, apart from a barrage of enthusiastic `likes'?
That, now, is debatable, but for the most part, we are getting there.
For all our fascination with the virtual world, our age-old traditions keep
us rooted in reality. As of now, it's all about quantity; quality curation
will inevitably follow, but after a while.
And oh, it's an ongoing affair, this westernization thingie. We are still scanning
the horizon for all things foreign that we can grab, adopt, adapt and put on a
t-shirt.Also, pop culture is youth driven. As Amitabh Bachchan said in the
pages of this very newspaper, the young are fearless and somersault over
their failures and disappointments with insou ciance. This young and
fearless India has the most jaded heart convinced about the renaissanc
on home shores.
However, before you wonder if the young merely pay lip service (if that) to
heroes of another age, all the random and specific surveys that our magazines
undertake with unfailing enthusiasm show that some people of a certain age,
some things of a certain antiquity, still hold sway: Amitabh B, Sachin Tendulkar,
RD Burman, Asha Bhonsle, MF Hussain, Shob haa De, certain cool-dude
lifestyle gurus; old Hindi film songs, mojris of the most supple leather and
chaat of all kinds. Like them or loathe them, but people talk about them.
Relevance is as relevance does.
Our films, now, are actually getting better and better. So okay, puerile action
thrillers, horrex films and stories with indescribable plotlines (Happy New Year,
anyone?) still break the box office but quiet sleepers like Queen and Humpty
Sharma ki Dulhania bring in the crowds, too. If the idiot box has taken on a
relentless, haranguing avatar, our standup comic acts lampoon uniquely Indian
traits and situations, and do a darned funny job of it. Of course, we will take
razzing from an Anubhav Pal or a Kanan Gill, or the reigning funnybone monarch
Kapil Sharma, with more grace than from a Russel Peters or a Papa CJ, for reasons
we aren't too sure of.
As for art, we have always nurtured (and sometimes destroyed and hounded)
local talent. Two times out of three, connoisseurs as well as enthusiasts would
rather buy a Ganesh Pyne, Samir Mondal or a Subodh Gupta than an artwork
by a western painter.
Our theatre scene has taken some big jumps away from western bedroom
farces: now they stage Indian bedroom farces. However, across the board,
more playwrights are tackling socially relevant issues, more theatre-goers
are going to see these plays. What Atul Kumar has done with
Shakespeare's Twelfth Night is just incredible: Piya Behrupiya has to be
seen to be believed.
The rough and the smooth
It's not all a roseate situation, of course, not with all the escalating violence
against women, the hardening of prejudices against those not like us, a
cementing of retrograde right-wing positions, enforced homecomings
and the like.
As Rushdie famously said, we live in an Age of Offence, and the times are
detrimental to unfettered creativity, openminded debate or even walking in
another's shoes. Intolerance rules the roost. Yet all is not gloom and doom,
mainly because wherever there is something wrong, a strong searchlight is
almost immediately shone on that dark corner. All is not gloom and doom
because of the subaltern tradition.
But. Are our roads traversable? Barely . Are our children educated or on the
way to being educated? Same answer as before. Is our drinking water potable?
Hardly. Are our netas looking out for us? Excuse me while I barf.
Then again, the LCD (least common denominator) endures. We are a country
rich in cultural diversity and today , even if there doesn't seem to be too
overt a celebration of that diversity, we are still doing our own thing and
doing it in a pretty cool manner, for the most part.
And in the end, as the poet said: there is much madness but the centre
continues to hold firm. (No, not that Centre, guys!) The point is, we are an
old country with a young soul. Or do I mean a young country with an old
soul? Well, it works both ways, and thank heaven for that. It helps us wear
our culture lightly.
(The writer wishes to state that some amount of cherry-picking has gone
into this ar ticle. It was inevitable, so please bear with her)
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