My Name is Red And I’m No Pushover
Amit Sengupta | 25 March 2024 | lokmarg.com
Idealism, yet again, has won in JNU! Demonised, destablished, destroyed, degraded, demoralized, deconstructed, debunked and damaged, JNU, predictably, has yet again risen from the ashes of contemporary history, phoenix-like, a red star luminescent like hope shining, amidst the darkened skies blacked out by the perverse and putrid shadow of fascism.
In this beautiful, lush green landscape, where the wings of pure, eclectic desire and passion was always in synthesis with the imagined utopia of universal freedom, justice and equality, surely, the commune of Prussian-blue peacocks across the rocky Aravalli terrain of the Parthasarathy plateau and the open-air theatre — they too must be celebrating, joining the addictive slogan of ‘Inquilab Zindabad’ — with the lovely choir and chorus of their lingering, echoing, sing-song, peacock calls. Theory, once again, has found radical catharsis in praxis…