This is the first time I am trying to create a legitimate post. First timers generally make a hash of things and I don’t know if I’m going to be any different. That’s one of the problems with us writers. We can never seem to distinguish between a book, an essay, a newspaper column, a blog or whatever. Does a writer need to develop a micro-style at a lower level to make sure that a post does what a post is supposed to do?
I derive some pseudo-comfort when I look around me. I am Indian. My friends from other disciplines are also similarly challenged. My IT friends don’t seem to think they need to consider anything except programming. My business friends only think of number targets. My artist friends are perhaps the only refreshing exceptions to the rule.
Driving to work this morning I found myself asking why India’s business community looked so much like any other country’s especially since the physical and cultural characteristics resemble no other. I wondered if it had to do with our having discarded our ethnicity along the way or whether we had consciously worn the mask of the western world for the sake of convenience and our need for acceptance.
The one thing that’s clear to me is that it is a mask we’re wearing. What scares me is that most Indians in India and elsewhere have come to accept that this mask is actually the face God gave them. And what’s worse from my point of view is that they actually like the face that stares back at them through the mirror every morning.
I am reminded of a conversation from years ago – that most of the valuable research on ancient Indian philosophies and languages was being churned out by western researchers in western universities. Continue reading “The mask on the face of India Inc.”