India is a pluralist society that creates magic with democracy, rule of law and individual freedom, community relations and diversity. What a place to be an itellectual! … I wouldn’t mind being born ten times to rediscover India.
Rather surprised, she replied, “I don’t think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them.”
‘Then you are an [Indian]’
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Generally among Indians there seems to be a different relationship to outside reality, compared to the one met with in the West. In India it is closer to a certain stage in childhood when outer objects did not have a separate, independent existence but were intimately related to the self and its affective states …. The Indian ‘ego’ is underdeveloped; ‘the world of magic and animistic thinking lie close to the surface; so the grasp of reality is relatively tenuous.
Heavy, dark, sluggish, hardy, fertile, productive with little care, far cleaner than it looks, docile enough to be led by a child, but suspicious of innovations and perfectly capable when roused, of charging a tiger or a locomotive, the buffalo would be a fitting national symbol for India.
Chaos would prevail in India if we were ever so foolish to leave the natives to run their own show. Ye gods! What a salad of confusion, of bungle, of mismanagement, and far worse, would be the instant result.These grand people will go anywhere and do anything if led by us.Themselves they are still infants as regards governing or statesmanship. And their so-called leaders are of worst of the lot.
India means only two things to us – famines as Nehru.
It would not matter what kind of mess they made – and they would make a mess, if they governed themselves, the people of India. They would probably make the greatest muddle possible.
My legacy to India? Hopefully, it is 400 million people capable of governing themselves.
The indian people has to choose whether they will be educated or remain ignorant; whether they will come into closer contact with the outer world and become responsive its influence, or remain secluded and indifferent; whether they will be organised or disunited, bold or timid, enterprising or passive; an industrial or an agriculture nation, rich or poor; strong and respected or weak and dominated by forward nations. Action, not sentiment, will be determining factor.
The Indian commitment to semantics of socialism is at least as deep as ours to the semantics of free enterprise… Even the most intransigent Indian capitalist may observe on the occasion that he is a really a socialist at heart.
“Hinduism hasn’t been good enough for the millions. It has exposed us to a thousand years of defeat and stagnation. It has given men no idea of contract with other men, no idea of the state. It has enslaved one-quarter of population and always left the whole fragmented and vulnerable. Its philosophy of withdrawal has diminished men intellectually and ill-equipped them to respond to challenges; it has stifled growth. So that again and again history has repeated itself: vulnerability, defeat, withdrawal.”— V. S. Naipaul
In India the choice could never be between chaos and stability, but between manageable and unmanageable chaos, between humane and inhumane anarchy, and between tolerable and intolerable disorder.
In India you do not cast your vote, you vote your caste.
I know that most members of Parliament see the constitution for the first time they take an oath on it.
There is no Pakistan in Indian music at least.
India has its fair share of scoundrels and a tremendous amount of poor unthinking and disgustingly subservient individuals who are not attractive.
Perhaps one is freer to be a scoundrel in India than elsewhere. So one was in the USA in the days of people like Jay Gould, when (in my opinion) there was more internal freedom in the USA than there is today. The ‘disgusting subservience’ of the others has its limits. The people of Calcutta riot, upset trams, and refuse to obey police regulations, in a manner that would have delighted Jafferson. I don’t think their activities are very efficient, but that is not the question at issue.
Mimicking Oscar Wilde, one might say that the good Chinese and the good Indian, if they have lived a virtuous life, have now started going not to heaven, but to New York.