Nirupama Rao’s essay, My India, My Love, is a lyrical lament, a poignant blend of pride and critique that seeks to stir the Indian elite’s soul.

By Satish Jha

With the finesse of a seasoned diplomat, she weaves a tapestry of India’s contradictions—rockets soaring to the moon while railway platforms wallow in filth, ancient universities like Nalanda fading into memory as modern libraries gather dust.

Her words are a clarion call for dignity, civic sense, and a return to the dharma of public good. Yet, Rao’s piece, while eloquent, tiptoes around the sharper edges of India’s realities, cloaking its critique in a rosy optimism that risks diluting the urgency of a nation in need of a seismic reality check.

Missed Honest Confrontation

Her essay, though beautiful, flirts with the very chest-thumping it seeks to temper, and in doing so, misses the chance to fully confront the brutal truths that define India’s present. How I wish Nirupama had leveraged her brilliance to persuade the nation that India’s path forward demands not just poetic reflection but a revolution of unflinching honesty.

India’s Stark Duality

Rao begins with a paradox that is as vivid as it is vexing: India, the nation that sent Chandrayaan-3 to the lunar south pole on a budget that, on a lighter note, may not cover NASA’s coffee breaks, cannot keep its railway stations clean. The image of banana peels strewn across tracks, plastic cups dancing in the wind, and a stray dog nosing through the detritus is a masterstroke of scene-setting. It’s a snapshot of India’s duality—celestial ambition grounded by terrestrial neglect.

Space Triumph Illusion

But here’s where Rao’s invocation of Chandrayaan as a “lark ascending” risks feeding the very narrative of false pride she critiques. India’s space triumphs, while remarkable, are the work of a tiny elite—less than 8% of the population drive the headline-grabbing economy. The rest of India, scraping by on a per capita income one-sixth the global average, isn’t launching rockets. They’re dodging potholes, queuing for hospital beds, or, as Rao herself so vividly describes, navigating platforms littered with garbage.

Systemic Dysfunction Ignored

By framing ISRO’s feats as a national triumph, Rao inadvertently bows to the gods of perception, glossing over the fact that these achievements are islands of excellence in a sea of systemic dysfunction.

Rao’s call for clean public spaces and an aesthetic of dignity is stirring, but it stops short of interrogating why this dysfunction persists.

India’s lower classes live with fewer resources than sub-Saharan Africa. The filth on railway platforms isn’t just a civic failure; it’s a symptom of a deeper malaise—inequality so stark that 9 out of 10 of the nation lives in conditions that mock the idea of a “demographic dividend.”

Structural Governance Failures

Rao’s lament about broken pavements and men urinating on walls is poetic, but it sidesteps the structural rot: a governance system where resources are siphoned by the elite, leaving public infrastructure to crumble. Her question—“Why do we tolerate this?”—is powerful, but the answer requires confronting the entrenched power dynamics she only hints at. An honest critique would name the culprits: corruption, casteism, and a political class that thrives on divisive rhetoric rather than systemic reform.

Education System Crisis

Rao’s point about the “searchlight mind” is a gem, a plea for critical thinking over blind habit. Her optimism about fostering enquiring minds feels like a platitude when India’s education system is a shambles for most. With more than 50% of rural schools lacking basic facilities, as UNESCO data suggests, and millions studying under streetlamps, as Rao herself notes, the “searchlight mind” is a distant dream for the majority.

Libraries Versus Flyovers

Her vision of libraries over flyovers is noble, but it’s undercut by her failure to address the funding and policy failures that keep libraries shut while malls gleam. India needs a “reality check revolution” over bonhomie. India needs not just inspiration but a dismantling of the barriers that keep knowledge out of reach.

Rao’s invocation of the Constitution as a covenant is stirring, but her portrayal of civic duty—paying taxes honestly, respecting courts—feels like a civics lesson from a bygone era. Honesty has been a huge casualty in the India lead by folks that don’t seem to see beyond their nose.

Corruption Undermines Democracy

In a nation where corruption is often lauded as “cleverness,” as Rao admits, the Constitution is less a covenant than a battered ideal. Rao seems to overlook India’s dictatorial leaders destroying proportionality in public discourse. Rao’s gentle nudge about leaders as servants, not masters, is elegant but lacks the teeth to challenge the authoritarian streak that stifles dissent and fuels false pride. An honest leader would need to confront this head-on, admitting that chest-thumping nationalism often masks governance failures.

Dharma Redefined Compassion

On values and dharma, Rao’s words are luminous. She redefines dharma as how we treat the powerless, not just ritualistic worship—a powerful corrective to the hollow religiosity that dominates India today. Her lament about religion turning into bigotry is spot-on, echoing Kabir and Nanak’s inclusive teachings. But she doesn’t delve into how political leaders exploit religious divisions for power, fueling hatred over compassion. This omission softens her critique, making it less a call to action than a poetic reflection.

We may need a reality check and name these forces—politicians who stoke communalism, media that amplify discord—rather than cloaking the issue in spiritual platitudes.

History Weaponized Politically

Rao’s take on history as a mirror, not a weapon, is a deft turn of phrase, but it feels like a diplomatic dodge. India’s upper classes indulging in braggadocio may offer a sharper lens: history is often wielded as a blunt instrument by leaders to inflame divisions, not to teach. Rao’s call to see history as a river of diversity is beautiful, but it sidesteps the ugly reality of how history is manipulated to settle scores, from temple disputes to textbook revisions. A reality check revolution would demand leaders confront these distortions directly, not just urge reflection.

Propaganda Through Statues

Her critique of statue-worship and hero-building is deliciously witty—giant statues rising while schools crumble is a biting image. But aren’t these the false gods of perceptions?. These statues aren’t just civic missteps; they’re deliberate tools of a propaganda machine that diverts attention from crumbling infrastructure. Rao’s praise for the “unknown Indian”—the kolam-drawing woman, the honest vendor—captures the nation’s stoic heart, but it risks romanticizing resilience.

The stark truth is that India ranks among the lowest globally on many counts and demands that we see this resilience as a survival mechanism, not a virtue to be celebrated uncritically.

Regional Dream Detachment

Rao’s vision of a reconciled South Asia, drawing on Europe’s post-war example, is a diplomatic flourish, but it feels detached from the ground reality. The harsh truth is that about half the Indian population is worse off than sub-Saharan Africa. India’s regional dominance is marred by internal inequities that undermine its moral authority. Rao’s hope for a giant that lifts others is inspiring, but without addressing the economic and social chasms within, it’s a diplomatic dream, not a plan.

Optimism Masks Reality

Where Rao shines is her hope, rooted in the “basic goodness” of Indians. Her imagery—the kolam as cosmic geometry, the autorickshaw driver’s spotless vehicle—is a love letter to the Indian spirit. But this optimism can feel like a trap, a way to avoid the hard work of systemic change. India’s goodness is real, but it’s shackled by a system where only 8% drive progress while the rest struggle. Rao’s call for a “beautiful India” is enchanting, but may resonate better with a reality check revolution. India must confront its failures, not just celebrate its potential.

Eloquence Without Honesty

In the end, Rao’s essay is a masterpiece of eloquence, but it dances on the edge of the abyss without diving in. Her rosy lens, while stirring, risks perpetuating the very false pride she critiques. India doesn’t just need to grow up, as Rao says—it needs a revolution of truth, where leaders admit that rockets to the moon don’t erase the garbage on the tracks, that dharma is hollow without equity, and that national pride must be earned through justice, not headlines. Rao’s words are a lark ascending; what India needs is a thunderbolt of honesty to awaken it.

About Satish Jha

Satish Jha, a distinguished figure in journalism, social entrepreneurship, and technology for development. He is truly a multidisciplinary leader—bridging the worlds of media, social entrepreneurship, technology, and policy with global insight and local impact.

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