Nearly two years ago, my attention was brought to this one blog (website) called ragedindian.com. If you are a noob about the local Indian blogging community (if there ever was one)- this blog is the Rajinikanth of that particular community. (Okay, in my view, it’s the Vijayakanth of the blogging community- I’ll come to that later). I didn’t find the site entertaining by any length, unlike gazillions of other Indians did (that’s why I can’t quite put my finger on what’s wrong with our community), so I basically ignored this Raged Indian’s existence for such a long time until one of my close friends recently found out about the blog. (Yeah, it was like someone telling me- do you know Kuch Kuch Hota Hai is such a famous film?)
I spent the next few days listening to my friend rambling about Raged Indian, what the latter writes, and why he was so famous. This prompted me to finally spew out all the reasons why I disliked the blog in the first place and later chose to ignore it. Raged Indian demonstrates what is so fundamentally wrong with the local Indian community- it’s so famished of any sort of intellectualism that someone who just vomits and purges on the table is placed on an altar of fame. Raged Indian basically rages about, well, women. Indian women to be specific. How they dress, how they have not learnt how to cook, how they have abandoned our tradition and culture, how they post seductive pictures on Facebook, how they behave like they are intellectually challenged on Facebook- yada yada yada. What baffles me about the blog is not so much the content, but the people who consume that content. Scroll down to the comments and you have girls who go awww even if the man had just spent half an hour crapping about what’s wrong with the modern Indian female- the types who would say- oh, you are writer- you can write and speak English well- can I date you, please? And also guys who are so frustrated by that little failed relationship when they were at school that they fall at the feet of a writer who basically espouses their frustrations and failures. (Imagine a guy slapping a girl while speaking eloquent English- and the girl immediately proposing to the guy just because he slaps so eloquently- get the picture?)
Sad to say, that’s the state of our local Indian community at large. They are so deprived of ‘good’ English that they get orgasms at the sight of a half-good writer. They are so deprived of good opinions that they celebrate a writer who literally flails his arms every time he makes his opinion- conveniently generalizing individuals, and bashing every person he on his way. I’ve said it numerous time and I will say it again- the essential problem with our community has always been chauvinism- and this blog proves that fact. It’s hard evidence. Raged Indian is no different than the stereotypical Indian male who sits at that todi shop and talks absolute baseless rubbish, armed with a beer and a dictionary of bad words that normally treat women as a lesser being. Then you have the blogger himself saying- don’t judge me based on what I write. Writing is a form of self-expression, and unless you are able to express yourself in a reasonable way- please don’t write. There are plenty of English classes and a few manners you can learn before you ‘think’ you can write. Then, maybe, you can actually put forth an argument that comes via your brain and not via other parts of your body.
What really maddens me is the fact that the writer is a hypocrite. It’s okay for guys to drink, but not okay for girls to drink? That’s just but one example of his vast array of chauvinistic ideals that shows everything that is wrong with the intellectual capacity of that Indian man on the street. He posts pictures of women who go clubbing with select clothing, but what about the fact that he actually goes to clubs and snaps this picture and then posts them on public domain (without their permission of course)? What moral high ground is this moron standing on? If those pictures came from someone else’s Facebook (like how he took a screen shot of two girls kissing each other on Facebook once)- then he is basically a lowlife who makes miserly entertainment out of other people’s life.
Looking at all this- it is me who is being the Raging Indian today- unable to fathom how much more moronic the current fabric of our community can get. I know of a world where talented writers struggle to make a living, great artists who do not get a chance because our local community is intent on consuming foreign products and so on. In the midst of this, we have this baboon who thinks he can write and preach on what Indian women and the Indian community should be like. For a man who is so critical of the community- may I ask what have you done for the community itself? Have you bothered to try? To take an effort? He is nothing but someone who makes a circus of our shortcomings- raking in money and fame at the expense of parading his own community to the dogs. Period.
