One has to say, this is the best time ever to be an Indian. Not counting, of course, how good it was 7,000,000 years ago, mainly because I can’t remember those days quite so well. It’s not just a question of my abysmal memory and my inability to trawl through so many generations of rebirths. It’s also because of everything that I have been force-fed by Marxists and the children of T B Macaulay for the past 50 years or so. I don’t literally mean the children of T B Macaulay, since I actually don’t know how many children he had and I can’t be bothered to go to Wikipedia to find out. I mean those who followed his teachings or pronouncements or orders or ideas on education. Something on those lines: Macaulay equals Bad; Ancient Indian equals Perfect. At any rate, Marx and Macaulay are to blame for the misinformation I have ever been fed.

“I can’t quite afford to rush to New York’s Madison Square Garden and stand outside it singing “I Love My India” yet, but am sure my time will come. That will be the pinnacle of my patriotism.” File pic/PTI