Intolerance—Virtuous at times

B L Saraf
Nationwide,  we  are in the  thick   of  a debate  going  on between tolerance and   intolerance.  Supporters  and  opponents are ranged on either side,  armed with their arguments .  We are  not going into the merits to find  out  whether the debate is serious or    spurious . But  then   there  is  nothing new in it. India has been a land of debate  ,dialogue and enquiry. Space was always available for  the  acceptance and  understanding of  different value  systems which happened to  crisscross   this  vast land . It is inherent in the Indian ethos. Once  we lay emphasis on the ‘ eternal ‘variations in the life aspects like food habits and  clothing  etcetera, naturally,  dot  the mosaic.  In the  ongoing  debate , the   liberals   tell us, that the scales are tilting in favour of  the tolerance .    People, especially the intellectuals,  constantly   remind  us  of     the virtues   found    in    tolerance  . There are many   in it,  undoubtedly.  Nonetheless ,  one must remember   that  tolerance is another name of indifference. Sometimes  in the name of tolerance  we  tolerate the  intolerant.  A tolerant person  alone   cannot monopolise virtues.    The person on the other side, too,  has  his moments.  We are living  in a world  where, unfortunately,   virtues   on   one   side,  alone, don’t work. At times    they become a big handicap, so much      so that   people    long   to  see them  on the opposite side. Therefore ,  it is not for nothing that  Edmund Burke   had to say    “ There  is, however , a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue .”  For a  change, let us be politically incorrect, switch ends,  see virtues  in the   intolerance and   use    it    for our own good. We experience so many things in our daily life   when , for a while,  it is  becomes  prudent to keep   tolerance   at a bay  and come to  terms with the reality.
Niradh  C. Choudhari, before  relocating to the U K, wrote a piece in a the then popular   Weekly   magazine   under the title  “Why I hate Indians.”  Some part of the piece was on predetermined  lines , based on his  known  subjective considerations   and  the other   was a  brilliant comment  on the  civil habits of most of the  Indians, which unfortunately  have   nothing to feel proud  of Niradh   Choudhari  had    castigated       his countrymen  for  their  hypocrisy, duplicity  and timidity. What is going around us  is enough to recall the words of the great writer. They should spur us to rise in rage and show intolerance,  albeit in a peaceful manner,  to the blatant   conduct   – or misconduct  –   which most of us display in public and to which our Netas have become  quite   habitual.
Our intolerance must show  on seeing  half clad     poor   kids  begging on the road crossings    and girl children  loosing childhood and adolescence   in the heaps of garbage, picking  up   rags to earn a  livelihood   when they should have been in the schools. We have to  exhibit    intolerance when so called VVIPs  run roughshod on a poor pedestrian and a law abiding citizen, and  demand  prior right of way, not allowing  even an ambulance  to   transport,  in time,  a very sick  person  to  the hospital. Our rage  will be  justified when it is  directed  against a doctor who, instead of taking care of a seriously  ill person ,   spends  precious   time  in  bargaining for  the money. Our intolerance   must express  itself  on the slow grinding of the  wheels of justice. It   should be for the indolent and against  the ‘rule’  that   non -punctuality  defines  status of a person. There has to be intolerance when we are made to pay for the services which should    come   free of cost   to us as ordinary tax payers.
Human rights violators, habitual law breakers, double  faced politicians    and traders in public miseries must face   wrath of our peaceful intolerance.   Same time    intolerance   has to be directed inwards  to   express   anger   on  social and moral decadence   that has  afflicted  our society. We should hate ourselves  when we clean our houses and throw  garbage on the public lane. Occasionally, it becomes necessary to resort to the intolerance  in order to make life meaningful. In that case, rather than intolerance  it should be  tolerance that must worry us. Tolerance is   indifference . And   indifference is not  a   hall-mark of  a good   life.
(The author is former  Principal District & Sessions Judge)
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