We Indians seem to live with complicated paradoxes, without serious strain.
India has expressed its soul in its varied culture, particularly sculpture. Indian music has been travelling the world. And so has Indian dance. Temples, mosques and sculptures are difficult to transport to other locations, though foreign conquerors vandalized many holy places, many temples breaking off bits of an arm, or a leg or any other projecting organ. But now their value is being recognized by the world at large. They are kept in museums in other countries and studied.
The world developed by this kind of cross fertilization. A monster species which strives to thrive by rampant attack on anything different is bound to meet its end soon (or sooner!!). History brings its round of paradoxes. Europeans and US people (originally Christian) now come to India to get married in Hindu temples or lakes, by Hindu rites. An organization of US people has set up a rich body for the promotion of Krishna worship (ISKCON). Some people try to turn the clock back, by demolishing temples or churches and mosques,
But what is culture? What is our culture? Our traditional heroes and icons were ascetic men (and women of contemplation and wisdom). This recent brutality towards women is hardly what we would cling to as our culture.
In bygone days there were female ascetics, who were greatly respected. (There are still Holy women who draw thousands of devotees.)
The bhakti poet mystic Akkamahadeviu00a0 renounced all wordly temptations, to worship her Lord. She wore no clothes, no beautification, no ornaments. But she grew her hair long to cover her nakedness. Her opponents teased her as to how long she would find this necessary. 'When the fruit is ripening the skin will automatically fall', saidu00a0 Akkamahadevi serenely.
Maybe there is hope for Indian fundamentalist too.
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