I accidentally watched Madathy (2019), and it didn’t feel like a movie—it felt like a wound being gently but firmly opened. The film doesn’t scream. It doesn’t sermonize. It walks—through the lives of the so-called untouchables, through women’s bodies turned into sites of control and pleasure, through nature, animals, silence, and suppressed rage. The donkey, the wild, the land—every metaphor exposes how society treats those it deems “lesser.” It covers women with dignity and exposes men without mercy. What’s striking is what the film doesn’t fully touch—the brahmanical canvas—yet even without naming it directly, the rot is unmistakable. Madathy protests reality simply by showing it as it is. And then I look around today. We claim the cow is sacred, yet fellow human beings are killed in its name. Does our ministers welcome foreign delegates with cow dung and cow urine rituals? so I ask: If it is culture when performed for power, why is it violence when questioned for humanity? Ind...
My name is Deepak. Mohammed Deepak. This should be the idea of the new India—where identities can coexist, not collide. Where being Hindu, Muslim, or both in name and spirit is not treated as a crime. But today’s reality tells a different story. In Nainital, a young woman recently stood up to protect minorities from Hindutva violence. Elsewhere, an elderly Muslim man was attacked over something as trivial as the word “Baba” on a textile board. When violence erupted, a gym owner stepped in to stop it. When asked his name, he said, Mohammed Deepak . That moment—an act of humanity—should have ended the violence. Instead, it worsened it. This is the tragedy of our times: truth invites punishment, compassion provokes anger, and standing against extremism is treated as betrayal. The culture being normalised by BJP and Hindutva fringe groups is not strength—it is fear dressed as power. It is unethical, shameful, violent, and deeply against the very values of Hinduism it claims to ...