Complete Mukti - How to Read a Manmohanism

By Rajesh Sharma



'Complete Mukti' - Prime Minister Singh's hybrid phrase delivered from the Red Fort today, on 15 August 2013. 

Is it a symptom of neoliberal pathologies of exclusive developmentalism transplanted on the Indian soil from abroad? 

Does it say, despite 'their' silence, that we must now pick up a redesigned outfit of freedom - of freedom defined in and qualified by Western(ized) corporate terms? 

At the same time, the brand new Manmohanism validates the operations of the native religious-corporate complex - by reimagining 'Mukti' in terms of the entertainment and fashion ideology of completism. 

Recall Raymond's ad campaign: The Complete Man.

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