Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I am too old to be on Facebook, or so my son informs me. Yet I have the uncontrollable urge to write down all that I can't write in my newspaper columns or say on the TV talk shows. The blog is, therefore, my act of self-indulgence. I don't see blogging as a "meaningful" act of democratic intervention.
I am inaugurating this blog on Christmas eve 2008. This has absolutely no religious significance but I grew up thinking of December 25 as burra din. It has remained by burra din always, a time for good European food and wine. This, as you may well have guessed, is a loaded statement. Like the erstwhile Cardinal Ratzinger I believe that Christianity is a load-bearing pillar of western civilisation. I don't buy all that talk of universalism.
Ever since I was introduced to them at the morning Assembly in school, I have loved the robust hymns that were prescribed by the CoE. The love grew in the long years I spent in England (it will always be England to me). To me there is nothing more appealing than listening to a choir on an overcast Sunday morning.
I have an incorrigibly romantic notion of Christmas and the Christmas lunch--does the Queen still make her mandatory TV appearance late in the afternoon? It's a very Anglophile view of an England that may not exist any longer, except perhaps in some enclaves in the 'Shires.
Tragically, there are few Anglophiles left in India. They are also an endangered specie in multicultural UK.