Ratrau part 3

And, once again, I am discovering my love for the night. This city is never quiet, but apart from the rain spattering against my window, my neighbours talking and giggling, and my hands typing away at a paper that's due in a couple hours, I can't hear anything. Oh the fridge. It's humming, as usual.

I haven't slept much these past few days, thanks to my hyperactive brain that's been contemplating issues of Hindi and Hindu nationalism for the past week. I have a mini-war going on in my head between the forces of secularism and hate. Well, actually, it's not as Manichean as that - as I try to argue in this paper I'm writing, which, I think, will turn out to be the most fascinating I've ever written (iA, of course). It's on a Highly Contentious Subject and could fail dramatically - but those papers make the best ones. And my Professor has promised me that if I write it well, he'll help me get it published. Oh - that would be so awesome. *dreams for a short while*

Anyway, I'm basically arguing against everything everyone of note has said about the forces of Hindu nationalism, while not going over the edge and joining the Hindutva apologentsia (yes, I just coined that word thank-you-very-much). But then again, given my fascination with Hindutva, the fact that I'm finally arguing something that cuts them some slack, should not come as a surprise. But see, I'm actually arguing against them as well - so it's not really that contentious after all. But it's still contentious enough to cause fireworks.

Oooh.

Back to the paper, which is much more eloquent than this post ever will be.