Let's talk about politics


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For me, left is brahmanical, right is ultra-brahmanical, and the centre left engages in a cunning relationship with brahmanism.

In other words, right gives me both fear and trauma, centre left triggers suspicion, and the left gives some hope. In doing so, such hope covers your thirst, hunger, and poverty but consistently fails to address those issues. Although you are dying, such hope keeps you alive. Likewise, you can see instrumentalisation of religions by right in the same manner. Religion gives you hope and never solves your issues. 

(Now haters pls start throwing stones on me, I can't stop writing the truth).

Moreover, at times, I consider the scope of identity politics sort of narrow-minded. To put it bluntly, mere "selective activism." However, I firmly believe identity politics is inevitable as left often fail to address their issues adequately. Identity politics act as a check and balance to the left politics.

In life, it's always bad or worse, not good or bad. So, I select bad among the worst as choices are minimal for us. Thus, left gives me hope.

As Yogendra Yadav once wrote, "Left is dead, Long live left."

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