This month 2057 years ago Roman emperor Julius Caesar was
assassinated
William Shakespeare:
"Let's be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
...And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds;
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
And after seem to chide 'em."
--Brutus from
"Julius Caesar" Act 2, scene 1, 166, 171–177
Charles Simic, March 2014:
"...It is the selective morality of our
interventionists that offends me. They judge acts of violence not by their
consequences, but on whether someone else or we are the perpetrators—if the
acts are done by us they tend to have their full approval. Hypocrites who are
blind or indifferent to their own country’s atrocities are not well suited for
playing the part of moral conscience of the world,...There are few things that
never change in this world of ours, but one of them happens to be the near
certainty that those who raise their voices against injustice get betrayed in
the end."
Judith Flander:
“Murder is like hearing blustery rain on the windowpane when
sitting indoors. It reinforces a sense of safety, even of pleasure, to know
that murder is possible, just not here.”
Colin Wilson, ‘CRIMINAL HISTORY OF MANKIND’, 1984:
“…Crime is renewed in every generation because human beings
are children; very few of us achieve anything like adulthood. But at least it
is not self-perpetuating, as human creativity is…”
Caesar's assassination lives in memory largely because of Shakespeare’s
great play.
The most memorable assassination in the medieval history of
Maharashtra is that of Narayanrao Peshwa (नारायणराव पेशवा) that took place on the afternoon of August
30 1773 during the Ganesh Chaturthi festival.
There is very little literature in Marathi based on that event, let alone any great one. There is no great painting, done later, either.
This is
surprising because Pune then was the most powerful force in the politics of
South Asia.
A Marathi novel (not a good one) based on this event was one of the earliest serious books I read as a kid. I have often imagined the bloody event. The Peshwa was not alone to be killed that afternoon. Apparently, almost a dozen people, including two women, and even a couple of cows were killed along with him.
How the young man of just eighteen must have run for his life...did he stumble and fall while running? Which all places he ran to before he got killed? How messy the crime scene must have looked...who cleaned it? How was Peshwa's body prepared for cremation? How was the news received by the stalwarts of the Peshwa court? Which exact Marathi words were used by the plotters of the murder? Did anybody speak like Brutus and Antony? Was it raining that day in Pune?
There is so much tragic drama in all this...
I also think that the event has a great significance as a turning point in Maharashtra's politics.
People, led by Brahmins, became audacious in their acts to grab the power. They started getting confident that they would eventually get away even with a regicide.
John Gray says: "The
true lesson of Machiavelli is that the alternative to politics is not law but
unending war." Maybe this murder averted a revolt or an immediate start of an unending war among various factions that existed in Peshwa's regime.
Another lesson, and a shocking one, of Machiavelli's 'The Prince' is not that politics demands dirty (bloody?) hands, but that politicians shouldn’t care.
I feel every political event in Maharashtra's politics, that ordinary people judge as a 'shameful' one, has its roots in that afternoon of August 1773. A sitting Brahmin 'king' was brutally slaughtered, in his own house, during one of the biggest Hindu festivals, apparently on the orders of his uncle and right under his nose.
The uncle went on to live for another ten years and continued to play a significant role in the politics of Maharashtra until his death. His son, Baji Rao II, went on to become the 'king' in due course and 'served' the people of India the longest among all the Peshwas.
In India, today, all this does not sound strange at all.
Should Vijay Tendulkar (विजय तेंडुलकर) have paid more attention to this political murder than the episode of Ghashiram Kotwal (घाशीराम कोतवाल) to write his political satire?
R G Gadkari (राम गणेश गडकरी), Annasaheb Kirloskar (अण्णासाहेब किर्लोस्कर), G B Deval (गो ब देवल), S K Kolhatkar (श्रीपाद कृष्ण कोल्हटकर), K P Khadilkar (कृष्णाजी प्रभाकर खाडिलकर) never
wrote any (well-known) play based on the event.
I wonder why.
'The Death of Caesar', 1804-1805, Oil on Canvas Artist: Vincenzo Camuccini (1771-1844) courtesy: Wikimedia Commons
