Manu Joseph became a journalist because he did not have to crack any objective-type entrance exam to be one.
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Either way, it is heartbreaking, this ceaseless struggle of a woman who does not dye her hair.
But if you believe that her cause is obsolete, that in the final calculation, the Narmada dam will do more good than bad, do you become a conservative, a plebeian capitalist? A peculiar nature of the liberal condition is that you must believe in many dissimilar things. Also, there is this unending talk of pre-marital sex. Liberals are always in the middle of a festive war, and this war has become newsworthy pictures, like the naked white girls who wrap themselves in transparent sheets to remind us of the fate of animals, and the annual cup cake on the suit of a G20 leader.
Can you still claim to be part of the modern liberals, the Beautiful People, if you love gays and hate Greenpeace? You must believe that the world is warming, that a dam is the architecture of evil, capitalism is a disease, your wife has to be liberated (further), the Indian army is oppressing Kashmiris, homosexuals deserve equal rights, Nandita Das films are good, the opposite of a politician is a candle, animals have to be saved, there is only one God. They have become enduring images because the media has decided to make them so.
These days, when a person who possesses all these convictions—and there are many such persons—approaches me with a story idea, I wait for the inevitable. Not because the media is liberal, or that its customers are, but because the media and its customers are in the business of entertainment. Before the Shiv Sena goons go to blacken the face of a college principal accused of molestation, they call the media first.
And the struggle of the liberals is a form of entertainment. In fact, on Valentine’s Day, some news photographers do call various political goons and say something like, “.” But, unlike the goons, Beautiful People in India are unprotected and they get into trouble.
Sometime back, an animal activist dressed himself as a chicken and stood outside the shops of egg-sellers on Mohammed Ali Road to remind them of Bird Flu. Witnesses remember the strange sight of a big chicken trying to flee.Also, gay parades in India, which are inspired by similar First World carnivals, can have unpleasant moments when spectators pass comments.Thankfully, Indian gays have not yet been inspired by a Caribbean phenomenon that unfolded during the last cricket World Cup.Protesting against the severe homophobic culture prevalent in the Caribbean nations, gangs of gay men began to steal panties from clothes wires, probably to make straight men spend on new underwear for their women. About two years ago, I saw a perplexing sight outside Jehangir Art Gallery in Mumbai. When I first made this point, a demonstrator wrote an angry mail asking what was wrong with English placards or classy fonts or, for that matter, sun block. The best thing about being a liberal is that other such souls are usually in very useful positions, like, say, in the book and film review sections of newspapers and magazines.There were also reports that gays were buying panties in huge numbers to create a shortage. After an art student in Vadodara was attacked by goons and then arrested for painting phallic symbols around Vishnu’s avatars and demons emerging from Durga’s womb, dozens from Mumbai’s outraged elite went to the gallery in the fragrance of sun block, holding elegant English placards that said in classy fonts things like, ‘Live In Fear’. Our email exchanges slowly turned pleasant and he fondly remembered his youth when he used to attend communist meetings in London and how he would park his Jaguar far from the venue. A reason why these days, Ramgopal Varma has to buy compliments for his obtuse films from the media. I still cannot figure out who they were speaking to.