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Intolerant intellectuals

The reaction of writers towards the so-called growing 'intolerance' in the country was quite predictable. These 'intellectuals' who have for years passively fed on the fodder of political awards and rewards are going hungry now. This anger is just a result of that hunger.
I sit and think, what is intellect? Writers may be great intellectuals and their works may be masterpieces. But, after all, they too are mere humans. Their intellect is selective. They think in one possible direction and block out other possibilities. They too are biased.
But what surprised and disappointed me were the words of Narayana Murthy. He says minorities are living in fear in India under Modi. I see around me and find every commoner, belonging to every religion in India, living in peace and harmony. At the lower economic level, there doesn't exist any religious fanacy. A poor Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Parsi, Buddhist or Jain is just a poor person and his aim is to live and feed himself today. He has no overt religious or political interests.
I don't find anybody living in fear under Modi's governance. Except those who may have a skeleton hidden in their dark closet.

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