Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,
That time may cease and midnight never come;
Fair nature’s eye, rise, rise again, and make
Perpetual day; or let this hour be but
A year, a month, a week, a natural day,
That Faustus may repent and save his soul!

The Emperor sits resplendent in his sadbhavana vastra. If you can’t see them, it is eminently possible you are myopic, short sighted, half blind … or just plain dimwitted.

Sadbhavana. Sad + bhavana. Sad from the root sat: that which exists, entity, existence, essence; the really existent truth, reality; good; Brahman or the Supreme Spirit. Bhavana from the root bhavah: true condition or state; innate property, disposition, nature, temperament; love, affection, attachment, feeling; the heart, soul, mind. And thereform, sadbhavana.

What on earth is Sadbhavana Mission? If truefeeling exists, if truth is in the countenance, why is there need for a mission? To prove a point or two? To drag out love and kindred feelings? Or, to bury the past? If truefeeling does not exist, go fast in private. A public display of private cleansing is nothing short of exhibitionism.

A fascinating debate has broken out like a rash, all across the media and spectrum of political analysts, of all shades and hues. Predictions, whether of a Mayan doomsday or of the arrival of a messiah, will be proved only as all predictions are: in the future.

But, my question is what is history going to record of the events that have unfolded in Gujarat over the past nine-and-a-half years? What notations, in the margins of time, are we going to leave for posterity? A Ramachandra Guha or Abraham Eraly I do not profess to be and therefore will not hazard an opinion.

But there are disturbing memories of the carnage of 2002 and the seemingly endless search for justice and closure.

And of Mr. Tata’s search for a new home for his Nano. Will he give new hope to the “21,488 internally displaced people living in 45 camps across 11districts” … figures quoted by Mr. Sitaram Yechury … or will the Nano only showcase the great economic machine that Gujarat now is?

Too many questions, too few answers.

My God, my god, look not so fierce on me!
Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile!
Ugly hell, gape not! Come not, Lucifer!
I’ll burn my books!
Ah, Mephistophilis!

DISCLAIMER: This is an archived post from the Indian National Interest blogroll. Views expressed are those of the blogger's and do not represent The Takshashila Institution’s view.