For instance, what defines an Indian? None of the popular tags designating some cultural virtuosity! Rather, what defines him is a kind of profound non-awareness about himself, of his own capabilities, of his profundity and his stupidities, of his limitations and the powers of his arsenal, and sometimes of his own greatness. He is waiting to be defined - that's his definition - and he has been waiting for centuries, in a kind of sheepish innocence, hoping that this innocence about himself will redeem him. The others - Africans and the Orients share this characteristic of innocence with the Indians, to a greater or to a lesser degree - and this innocence is precisely what the westeners have lacked. Why? Because they could not afford to be otherwise! You see, it is a question of economy, of give and take. Because, at some point in their history, they gauged that the inner-greatness of their spirit was not all that great, the westeners had to limit themselves, and thereby become aware of themselves. In fact, they limited themselves only to be aware of themselves! A closure just for the heck of it! They sought death before they died. It was on the pangs of this irony that the Western culture and philosophy came into being -- indicating that their culture and philosophy came into being only after their race was on the decline. The "decline of the West" has a prior decline, which has perhaps gone undocumented -- just like the decline of the Orient and the African race have gone undocumented. A speech where no writing has reached! The only difference, then, between the two sets of cultures is that it was only the west, in a defining historical moment of existential inspiration, grasped itself in its decline, took measure of its own scopes and limitations. A Kantian operation before Kant was even born! A re-birth before death!
All this goes to show how comically inappropriate the ultrasonic bells of technology and globalization are for the non-western man. Of course, it does not matter since the latter will never hear this inappropriateness as such in his being, since he does not have anything within himself, which he himself has sized up, to compare this external noise to. He deposits layers and layers of smuggled gadgets on his undetermined essence, frittering away in decaying innocence. What unseasoned processes happen behind the smoke-screens when an Indian becomes a software engineer!
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