Today October 2 2016 is 147th birth anniversary of Mahatma Gandhi
Joe McGinniss, July 2012:
"...The Selling of the President is the first account of the marriage of
convenience/ménage à trois between national politics, network
television, and Madison Avenue...Read The Selling of the President today and be present at the creation of the postmodern era of American politics, one that, I'm sorry to say, I am not sure our republic will survive.”
Joseph Lelyveld, ‘His Final Battle: The Last Months of Franklin Roosevelt’,
2016:
“...Polio hadn’t vanquished him—in that way, he was truly
out of the ordinary—but it had left him completely unable to get himself into a
standing position without help or walk under his own power without weighty
steel braces on his useless legs, a cane to lean on with his right hand and the
strong arm of one of his four sons or bodyguards to cling to with his left. As
Mike Reilly, the chief of his Secret Service detail, later acknowledged, “He
was a helpless cripple, incapable of walking unaided a single foot.” The fact
that he couldn’t cross a room on his own except in one of his specially
designed armless wheelchairs—or crawling, as early in his convalescence he’d
taught himself to do—remained privileged information, virtually a state secret,
all through his White House years. So did the fact that he regularly had to be
lifted in and out of cars by the Secret Service like an infant, that he
couldn’t get in or out of bed or a tub, dress or undress himself, without the
assistance of a valet. Each day demanded fortitude and courage, but that was
all strictly off the record, not for public consumption, a barrier that neither
the press nor his political enemies were normally prepared to breach.
That wasn’t just courtesy. Roosevelt’s handlers in the White
House and the Secret Service actively policed that barrier. It was Roosevelt’s
own “absolute edict to the Secret Service, press photographers and the rest of
us,” according to his naval attaché, Admiral Wilson Brown, “that he was not to
be photographed while being helped to his feet or struggling with his braces to
sit down.”...”
On August 23 2011, on this blog, I wrote about Gandhi and media
here.
To repeat, I quoted from
Joseph Lelyveld's excellent book '
Great Soul: Mahatma Gandhi and His Struggle With India', 2011:
"...The stenographer
normally handled Gandhi’s correspondence and whipped up the transcripts of his
nightly talks at prayer meetings for the small retinue of journalists that
trailed him. A pioneer in the art of press manipulation, Gandhi insisted the
journalists file not on the words that had actually come out of his mouth but
on versions he “authorized” after his own sometimes heavy editing of the
transcripts. The journalists—like the armed police detachment assigned by
Suhrawardy to protect him—were also instructed to keep a decent distance so
that the Mahatma’s sense of his solitary mission would not be compromised..."
This is so funny and reminds me of two books.
On this blog, I have written about P L Deshpande's (पु ल देशपांडे) very popular Marathi play 'Tujhe Ahe Tujapashi', 1957 (तुझें आहे तुजपाशीं). There is a character of Acharya. Aacharya is loosely based on, according to my father and many others, the clones of the Mahatma. Acharya is in the habit of pausing to say something 'profound' so that his
followers get a chance to take out their notebook and pencil to note
it down. He even repeats it for their convenience! I feel Pu La is making fun of the kind of behaviour elaborated by Joseph Lelyveld above.
"आचार्य: थिल्लरपणा करू नकोस ! जीवन हे हसून घालवण्याइतकं क्षुद्र नाही. जीवनाकडे जरा गंभीरपणानं पाहायला शिका. ह्या देशात- (गीता फाउंटन पेन मधली शाई संपली म्हणून झटकू लागते. उषा तिला आपले पेन देते. हा प्रकार होईपर्यंत आचार्य 'ह्या देशात...ह्या देशात...' असे दोनतीनदा म्हणतात...गीतेला पेन मिळाल्यावर सुरु करतात.) ह्या देशात लोकांना..." (पृष्ठ २९, आवृत्ती विसावी, ऑगस्ट २०००)
The second book is Joe McGinniss’ “The
Selling of the President”, 1969.
"...Even with Gandhi, I
found what an amazing manager of his image he was, how he does the Dandi March,
whom he chooses to accompany him, what they wear, the camera crew he takes
along, how he sends people in advance to enthuse villagers – Steve Jobs could learn
from him!..."
Artist: the late William Hamilton (1939-2016), The New Yorker, December 9 1972
तुझे आहे तुजपाशी मधला 'आचार्य' विनोबा भाव्यांवर बेतलेला असावा असे मला वाटते. नाटकाच्या अखेरीस आचार्य 'स्वतःच्या आचार्य बनण्यामागची कारणमीमांसा सांगतो' ती भावनेला हात घालणारी आहे. विनोदाचे मूळ करुण्यात, वेदनेत असते हे पु.लं. अधोरेखीत करतात.
ReplyDeleteMaybe but I feel it is based on Mahatma himself...
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