Mark this Antony’s election speech. Whose funeral will it be?

Bachi Karkaria

Friends, Indians, electorate I come to bury hatred, not to praise it.

The noble BJP hath said Secularism is bakwas: If it were so, it is a grievous fault, And grievously hath Secularism answer’d it.

Here, under leave of ModiShah and the rest – Come I to speak at voting hour.

Secularism is our friend, faithful and just to all Indians But the Brutes say ‘it’s anti-national’; And the Brutes think they alone are honourable men.

Secularism hath brought much glory home to India Whose praises did the world’s thinking nations sing: Yet the Brutes say the ‘libtards must be trolled’; And power has tempted mediallectuals to its plums.

I speak not to disprove what Godi journos write, But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love the ‘idea of India’ once.

What cause withholds you then to abandon it?

You all do know the secular mantle: I remember The first time our nation put it on; ’Twas at the stroke of the midnight hour When India awoke to freedom.

Look, in this place ran bigotry’s dagger through: Through this the well-read mediallectuals stabb’d; And as they pluck’d their sophistry away, Mark how the blood of Secularism follow’d it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If liberals so unkindly knock’d it or no; For liberals, as you know, are the secular ideal’s angels.

This is the most unkindest cut of all; For when Secularism sees them stab, Disbelief stronger than bigots’ arms, Would quite vanquish it.

And, in its ideals muffling up its face, Even at the base of Gandhiji’s statue, The great idea of India would fall. O, what a fall that’d be, my countrymen! Then Nehru, Patel, even Sanatan Dharma will fall down, Whilst bloodied pseudo-sadhvis flourish over us.

Alec Smart said: “Crucify hate, resurrect peace.”

TOI