
Listening horrified to Toggy-talk on TV is one thing. Having a real-life Togadia-type baying next to your ear in person is unbelievably traumatic, as happened with me last week on Barkha Dutt8217;s programme, 8216;We, The People8217;, on the hideous subject of Ayodhya. The weird thing was how the guy from the Muslim Personal Law Board and the VHP man were like blood brothers lost in the mela as kids, meeting filmi-style in the NDTV studio. Meanwhile a gender divide was apparent: The women both M and H pleaded to 8220;let go8221;, to 8220;give it away for the sake of national peace8221;. Face it, Ayodhya has so poisoned our daily lives that families are split down the middle. You can8217;t seem to go anywhere without people getting angry and shouting.
At a small party last month to celebrate the publication of a bunch of Faithlines by Penguin, I chose to start the evening with recitations from the Koran Sharief because I think of India8217;s religious diversity as a vast candy box into which I can freely dip. But I found many Hindus were not pleased. One lady told me she 8220;felt scared8221; listening to the Koran. 8220;In 2003? Did you see Guzzly or Gory at the door?8221; I asked. 8220;These mullahs teach children to hate non-Muslims, especially Hindus,8221; she argued. 8220;That8217;s unfair to the good guys and the patriots!8221; I protested. 8216;8216;Keep thinking of God as a box of mixed mithai!8221; she scoffed. 8220;The MPLB has squeezed God into a packet of dates, stamped 8216;Made in Mecca8217;8221;.