By Swapan Dasgupta
Nirad Chandra Chaudhuri (1897-1999) was one of the
20th century’s towering Indian intellectuals. In his lifetime he was,
however, largely the object of derision in his own country. There were two
reasons for this. First, Nirad babu was a contrarian who defied intellectual
fashions; and, secondly, he had an impish streak which prompted him to be
wilfully outrageous. If his contrariness offended the all-powerful Nehruvian
establishment which forced him into agreeable exile in Oxford, his perverse
sense of humour gave offence to Indians and particularly fellow Bengalis who
are inclined to take themselves too seriously.
One particular remark of this “Unknown Indian” which
created a minor storm in the pre-twitter India of the Seventies was the
observation that for Indians to master the English language, they had to first
change their food habits: fish curry and masala dosa couldn’t coexist with the
language of Albion!
This knowingly ridiculous assertion comes to mind in
the context of the mercifully brief kerfuffle over Rajnath Singh’s suggestion
(subsequently diluted) that an over-reliance on English breeds an Anglicised mentality
that in turn has led to the emaciation of Sanskrit. The BJP President, it would
seem, was unwittingly lending support to Nirad babu’s mischievous aside that a
language comes with a cultural baggage. To master English, it was imperative to
internalise the Judaeo-Christian ethos of the Anglosphere; and for Sanskrit to
be restored to its classical glory, Indians must become more culturally
authentic.
Those with a sense of history will detect the
threads that bind the Bengali babu and the Thakur from eastern UP with another
famous Englishman. Lord Macaulay too believed that the study of English would
reproduce English civility in the Orient and facilitate the Enlightenment that
came with Empire.
Subsequent developments suggested that Macaulay had
not been entirely wrong. Large numbers of Indians developed a voracious
appetite for English education and even imbibed Western culture. These people,
however, took their exposure to the Occident a bit too literally. After the
Queen’s Proclamation of 1858 promised Indians the same rights as all other
subjects of the Crown, the English-educated Indian demanded the same rights and
privileges that accrued to the self-governing Dominions such as Canada and
Australia.
If British politicians had been far-sighted enough
to concede this demand after World War I, it is my guess India would have
happily reconciled to being a part of the Empire for much longer than 1947. Like
Ranji and the Nawab of Pataudi who happily batted for England, Indians would
have flocked to join the ICS in even greater numbers and swamped the Classics
scholars from Balliol. But disallowing elite Indians to be part of whites-only
clubs was Britain’s monumental misjudgement and cost them India. Anglo-India
quite forgot that conviviality was best achieved over sundowners on the
verandah on a cool monsoon evening.
The irony is that the unabashed admiration of an
Oxbridge education and the contrived love for the Lake Districts didn’t lead to
Indians becoming less rooted to their inherited traditions. Just as the curious
passion for the music of Bach hasn’t diluted the cultural essence of Japan, the
Indian Hindus could straddle various worlds simultaneously. Just as
multi-tasking comes naturally to the chhotu in the kirana store—but not to the
English shop assistant who can cope with just one customer at a time—Indians
are natural chameleons. In the West, the pursuit of science generated
scepticism and eroded faith; in India, the techies worship Apple and the Art of
Living simultaneously.
Actually, Nirad babu knew this all too well. Inside
his Oxford house he invariably wore a dhoti—the “three tucks” of the Hindu, as called
it; on stepping out, he often resembled the figure on the Johnnie Walker label.
And while he held forth on vintages, his wife served delectable Bengali fare.
Nor was he alone in his dualities. Swami Vivekananda
gave offence to the orthodox Brahmins on account of his fondness for fish and
his love for the cheroot; Sri Aurobindo conceptualised Hindu spirituality in lucid
English prose; and Dr Ambedkar rarely wore anything other than a suit, even in summer.
Sunday Times of India, July 28, 2013
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