This
vileness, they defend, in common parlance, as Holy War or Dharma
Yuddha. It is this epic that has been mostly used in Hindu society as
a shield against indictment and denunciation of crime and criminals.
Swearing by it and religiously seeking sanctuary in it do the trick.
For brainwashing on such a mega scale Mahabharata takes the cake.

Before I delve deeper into the shenanigans that this epic sacralized
and made eternally venerable, let me advert to Vajpayee’s recent glib
reference to the epic and his ugly glee over Gujarat ethnocide of
Muslims, calling it Vijaya Parva (The Victorious Phase). Sad to say,
either he never read the epic properly or he has appropriated the
miasma of the epic he so gloatingly chose to spread. In any case,
analysis and critical deconstruction have been anathema to the Sangh
creed in which he was bred and to which he is inured. This lack of
scholastic discipline stunts the mental growth that should
characterize adult maturity. Bereft of it, Vajpayees will remain ever
mired in delusion and purvey adharma, the dogma of deceit and
degeneracy, as dharma.

With ideological blinkers on, what Vajpayee and his tribe seek is a
"victory" like that in Mahabharata. That is, massive death and
immeasurable destruction in India as that in the epic. Only someone
obtuse in morals and dense in perception would desire such a victory,
would call such an ignoble and colossal defeat a victory, and mega
death and devastation culminating in the end of an epoch detailed in
the epic a desirable goal. Such ones are beyond the pale of reason,
sensibility, morality, and humanity.

In a perceptive study of the epic, titled YUGANT, Irawati Karve
rightly termed her critical appraisal as The End of an Epoch,
something in the nature of an apocalypse. Not only was death and
destruction detailed in the epic on a monstrously gigantic scale, the
killing field of Kurukshetra succeeded in writing finis to a
civilization too. And, the glossy captions like Mahaprasthanik Parva
failed to spare the sky which was smoke-choked from the pyres of
combatants or the wail of uncountable widows and mothers piercing the
horizon.

There was none left to enjoy the "victory". No one had won, there
were no victors, there were only victims at the end of the day, all
damaged and destroyed irredeemably, unfit for and bereft of any
semblance of human life. This indeed was some victory.

And it is such victory that the Hindu Taliban, headed by Vajpayees
and Advanis, are pledged to score –on the dead heap of Indian
citizens whose forefathers contributed signally to the edifice of
Indian culture and Indian nation over a millennium. It is such a
cataclysm that the saffroNazi warlords threaten to engulf India in.
It is such an extensive and deep vista of desolation that the
HinduTaliban, consumed by their own treasonous past and inferiority
complex, would morph India in. All because, averse to secular
pluralism and democratic egalitarianism, they are, as inveterate and
anointed fascists, avowed enemies of modernity and freedom, civic
values, and human rights.

It is not fortuitous that the Hindu manqué predators hark back to
Mahabharata so frequently, so daringly. They have kinship with the
arch sophists and reprobate characters of the epic. And like them,
they are usurpers and destroyers, not authors and architects of a
civilization that the epic showcased. Like them they are cowards who
won by deceit and fraud, or fled from straight fight whenever such an
exigency confronted them. Like them they are unscrupulous, greedy,
bloody, and immoral. Like them they cover themselves with the fig
leaf of pomposity and pretensions. Like them, they all are permissive
and presumptuous. Like them, they all are hollow men.

Just as Yudhishthir, Bhim, and Arjun suddenly appeared from nowhere
to stake a claim to Hastinapur, at the instigation and with the
connivance of the protean pseudo-moralist Vidur, so did the RSS/BJP
with forbears, steeped in fascism and Nazism, at the farthest remove
from anything Indian in culture and history, and its vermin offspring
like Bajrang Dal, Durga Vahini, etc.

Vyasa, related to these abominable characters, as befitting a
partisan, twisted the truth and boldly decided to call white black,
black white. This ignominious creation, a masterpiece of
psychological coup de’tat, in the manner of miasma, overwhelmed the
senses for ages to come. It was a feat unique and unprecedented in
the history of literature. It was a distorted and doctored history at
its dishonest best. Nothing rivaled or excelled it, in India or
elsewhere. Not on this scale, not with such ingenuity.

For a full recounting of the Pandavas’ deceit and charlatanism,
Krishna’s role as an abettor, Vidur’s treachery, Kunti’s collusion
and illicit liaison with Vidur, the full spectrum of the great and
grievous loss of Suyodhan and Sushasan, for the craven duplicity of
Yudhishthir not only in declaring Ashwatthama dead and thus rendering
his father Drona grief-stricken and vulnerable, but also with regard
to Draupadi, and for a startled look into the dark labyrinth of
intrigue and plots encompassing several cognate issues and events, I
urge the reader to read MAHABHARATER MAHARANYE, a Bengali monograph
on the epic by Smt. Pratibha Basu (Vikalp, 1 Bidhan Sarani/2nd Floor,
Kolkata-73; 1997), whose radical reconstruction of the epic, in a
bold new analysis, shines light on its dark tunnels and scathingly
hauls in the dock all the wrong-doers, big and small. Its English
translation is under preparation in Calcutta. Its Hindi version is
due soon in Delhi.

With her astute critical sense and panoptic vision, Basu dissects in
fine detail the rampant promiscuity, the fabricated myths to cover it
up, the unending series of bloody conspiracies, the rank criminality
of the putative high and mighty, the regimen of deceit and dishonesty
shamelessly and brazenly touted as dharma, and proves that it is, in
fact, not Bharat dynasty's history, but that of Satyavati and
Dwaipayana Vyas’ dynasty. She avers, it is an opportunist's haven,
and there is nothing in it of dharma or adharma. Too, it is the last
revenge of the shrewd and dark sirens, the Anarya women on their Arya
seducers. This part of the book, in a coherent sequence, is as
revealing as it is really gripping.

To quote her: "The religious ones like Vidur and Yudhishthir, and the
viceroys of God, like Krishna, are surrounding us sizeably today too.
Duryodhan, by nature, is of a somewhat restrained and tolerant
nature, but everybody has come to regard him otherwise, thanks to the
magic of propaganda… In Bharat, where even today caste
discrimination is paramount, the difference between the high and low
caste is determined by the color of the skin, I see in this story of
the Kshatriyas the dominance of the dark ones everywhere, the total
degeneracy of the blue blood, and its eventual disappearance."

This story was originally named Jaya Kavya (Victory Poem) by Vyas, a
biased and complicit protagonist of the dark drama of immoral
usurpation. But it was, in deed and fact, Kshaya Kavya (Poetry of
Devastation), Vidhwans and Vinash Kavya (Poetry of Destruction and
Ruin). Vajpayees have chosen it, quite aptly, as their model of
victory, a victory drenched in blood, singed in fire, cluttered with
corpses. Nothing else is expected of fascists whether they wear black
caps like Vajpayees, or brown shirts like the Nazis, or black shirts
like Italian fascists.

Mahabharata is a cautionary tale, a mega tragedy of unimaginable
dimensions, of gory greed, rank dishonesty, crass immorality,
humongous hubris, and diabolical violence. So were the Third Reich
and Italy’s Fasci del Combattimento. Before Hitler committed suicide
and Mussolini was shot dead each had consigned millions of innocents
to death in their wild pursuit of dominating the untermenschen.

If it was victory in the eyes of its alien masters, the HinduTaliban,
in their bid to enslave Indian citizens and rule over a regimented
hell, have learned from these mentors and models far more than just
very well. This is the well trodden path of "cultural nationalism"
which has historically presided over bonfires of millions of humans
before itself being turned to ashes – a terribly costly consummation
but eminently well deserved.