The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools
Perhaps the most identifiable characters of Indian metal are pusillanimity of sound and attitude. Sycophancy is ingrained in the Indian make-up and often gets a free pass under the name of hospitality and a genial view of life, but to see it practiced to such great extents in a music that prides itself on iconoclasm and ferocity makes for a sad and disillusioning experience. The metal coming from these shores is itself an unimaginative hodge podge of disparate influences. The great majority of these bands don’t play what is regarded as metal by people you would care to discuss this music with but are in any case being gradually absorbed into the global, politically-correct spin on metal. To slam a colored man’s efforts is akin to career suicide for the fair-skinned scribe, as pathetic as the former’s efforts or the latter’s career may be in any context you care to build.
But even ignoring the clueless approach to metal as sound, what has always stumped me is the cloyingly acquiescent, diplomatic mindset prevalent among Indian metalheads, so at odds with the sentiment behind the genre; and yet the same sentiment so readily invoked in person and on internet forums by the same people! The pretense is easy enough to explain: who doesn’t want to belong to a club and appear cool, after all? It feels good to be on the inside of a subculture, to delude yourself into thinking that you’re saying fuck you to the world. Metal provides a ready-made suit of invincibility of sorts; it comes with presets built into its very fabric, unsubtle insinuations that warmly, temptingly drape over the skin of even the most clueless of listeners, transferring some of the music’s potency to this critter, however devoid of original thought, critical discernment, or self-respect he may be.
But this is no more than a deception. The critter lacks the constitution, arising by nature or through upbringing, necessary for interpreting metal as philosophy. To him it remains little more than a dark, outlier sound he can use to strike the cool, two-penny poses. War! Ave Satanas! Worship this! Hail that! Pure fucken hate! Self-proclaimed metal martyrs compromising everything they said they once believed in now that they’re in the game to earn their pound of flesh. And proud of it. And the apes cheer in unison.
Get the fuck out of here.
These have been my overwhelming observations over time. One might say it’s much the same in other parts of the world, but I’m not concerned about that. I believe India’s situation is unique because of two reasons: (a) metal is a middle and upper middle-class phenomenon here, and (b) our unique caste hierarchy.
The latter in particular is the thrust of this post. Indian society was and still is divided broadly along the lines of the four varnas or castes. These are the Brahmins, priests and erstwhile reservoirs of oral knowledge and liturgy, Kshatriyas, the warrior aristocracy, Vaishyas or the merchants, and Shudras, or the untouchables. There are countless sub-divisions among all these, but this is the gist of it.
Caste is a taboo subject in this country and I’m about to embark on what may seem like generalization, but I firmly believe that Indian metal and Indian metalheads are so craven because a good chunk of bands and fans here consist of Brahmins and Vaishyas, two communities not traditionally associated with matters of martial importance like honor, courage, forthrightness, and spirit, but which have been upwardly mobile either due to their position at the top of the caste hierarchy or through commercial savvy.
In Revolt Against The Modern World, Julius Evola says that these qualities – honor, courage, and spirit – were the personification of the divine on the earthly plane in ancient, monarchical times, best represented by the exploits of the warrior class in their conduct of battle, and in their personal and social lives. The priests, Brahmins in India, were indispensable stockpiles of knowledge, but their ultimate purpose was to anoint the agency of the warrior king as a direct conduit to the heavens. Evola compared them to midwives birthing something holy into the sphere of human affairs; they were the female half of the man-woman duality present in much of nature and mythology, responsible for nurture and stewardship.
Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan, the second President of India, a great philosopher in his own right, and a Brahmin, said that the sanctity of the caste system was corrupted gradually down the ages, that it once existed in a naive and pristine innocence where the lowest of the low was happy with his glorious station in life, that of carrying and disposing of his superiors’ feces. Perhaps shit smelled a little different three thousand years ago, but there is no doubting that Brahmins have actively sought to sustain a caste system based not on merit but birth. Shivaji, the great Maratha warrior who staved off the Mughal conquest of India from the West, couldn’t legitimize his new kingdom because Brahmins refused to crown him on account of his birth as a Shudra, an untouchable. He had to bring down a mercenary Brahmin from across the country to perform the ceremony, pay him ten times the going price, and even then bear the ignominy of having his forehead anointed only with the Brahmin’s toe.
None of this should be taken to mean that I don’t advocate a particular form of caste system. I most certainly do, only that it wouldn’t be predicated by birth, or liable to make a future Shivaji the butt of ridicule. A caste hierarchy should live and breathe, be organic and open to revision as a man’s thoughts and actions, during his lifetime, mandate, and over time who’s to say these same living, breathing, organic qualities won’t breed themselves into future bloodlines? But that is a topic of conjecture so far beyond ground realities that it is foolish to spend more time on.
And yet, like the serpent Ouroboros eating its own tail, we return to those same bloodlines, at least somewhat hermetically delivered to us through time, by our present-day caste system, however imperfect it may be. If metal indeed is a warrior-like music as so often suggested here and by other blogs, then what sincerity and honorable conduct can one expect when it is riddled with the Brahmin and the Baniya, or Vaishya, classes? I hear indignant howls of derision as I write this: “how dare he?“, “which world is he living in?” I tell you this: India’s economic and global mobility is of a very recent vintage; while our educated classes take Western liberal dogma as gospel, if and when they pause to think i.e., vestiges of who we are as a people are almost always alive in us and our homes, in one form or the other. And they manifest themselves in our actions, sometimes in ways contrary to all our professed secularism. It only takes a keen eye to spot them when they do.