The Perfect Specimen.
“Improve my skills”
Oh yeah? And what would those skills be, exactly? To perform humiliation rituals for the adults in your life that mistake suffering for discipline?
Indian Society worships the image of a young, awkward boy buried in his books for hours on end. Indian parents DREAM of the day where they can finally say “No No, enough studying for today beta … please take some rest.” It is the ultimate parental fantasy: a child so thoroughly trained that he begins policing himself. The parent no longer has to force him to study; he knows the program, and violently sticks to it, no matter the cost.
I knew someone who embodied this exact archetype. He was extremely intelligent and hardworking, but it was extremely obvious that everything about his life was controlled. Whenever we met, it was evident how little room he was given to develop interests, cultivate taste, and form a personality of his own. He was YEARS behind culturally, and tried to connect with me through corny “try not to laugh” compilations and youtube (which I still cringe at looking back). What was even worse is that he could turn something as primitive as the act of eating into an anxiety rollercoaster. For all of my faults, I looked at him and said “atleast i’m not that big of a loser”.
During College Admissions season, his dad would call my dad up every Saturday – it was almost like a sacred ritual for them. During these press briefings, his father would discuss his son's progress in the admissions cycle, what programs, volunteering hours, and strategy he was doing to get into their selected schools that he was apparently DESTINED to attend.
Now you’re probably thinking “oh good for you, you actually went outside and touched grass.” Well, not exactly. You see, I was also stuck in my room as well - but for completely different reasons. Unlike other Indian kids, I was horrible at school. I didn’t study for a single test and completed homeworks half-assed and turned them in late. I’m not trying to act elitist in comparison to him by any means - I had plenty of my own problems, mentally, physically, and academically.
But my room wasn’t empty.
I was making music, designing projects, editing videos, developing ideas, and slowly building the foundation of what my world would eventually grow into today. I was not preparing myself to be a puppet of the next institutional battle - I was building my own institutions, trying to figure out what made me excited to wake up in the morning.
Then, the dreaded college acceptances started coming in.
I had spent months expecting this moment when my conceptions of my entire lifestyle were gonna come crashing down. I thought the system would’ve brutally punished me for building the things I was building.
But Krishna had different plans.
Instead, one acceptance arrived after another. I got into every single college I applied to, including schools that other Indian families treated as newly constructed Hindoo Temples. When I committed to NYU, I felt totally vindicated - I didn’t need to adopt the slave mindset to beat their matrix. Now, I was gonna be right in the middle of New York City, where all the stuff I was building all these years were gonna grow, develop, and aid me in fighting the actual matrix I cared about. The institution was not the final destination, It was the vessel I needed to push further.
This story is not about how I’m naturally superior to him. It is a story about how in the end, how ultimately unnecessary his suffering was. He was taught from day one that self-erasure was the price of success in this country, only for someone (me) who refused the program to reach the same destination.
We’re in America bro. I genuinely love this fucking country. It is the only place I know and my only real home. There was no sibling to diffuse the pressure or absorb any of my failures as a learning lesson to be another shot at success. It all lands on me. If I was born & raised in India, I KNOW for a fact I wouldn’t be building these projects, writing these stupid articles, making this amazing music, or forming into the person who I am today. Hell - I probably wouldn’t even know who Ye was. My parents sacrificed immensely to come here and build a life for me. I’m not going to then sit here and accept the inherited fears of India when I’m living in the greatest country on earth -I’m gonna use it as permission to take risks of my own.
Which is why the next thing I saw was almost too perfect.
The Facade.
I’m going to be completely honest: I supported Vivek heavily in 2023. He had this anti-establishment energy to him, and he constantly called out many things that challenged the Republican establishment during that time: War, Israel, and Climate Change. These qualities about him initially made me enamored with his presence. Finally, we had an Indian-American politician that said the quiet parts out-loud about our politics, and provided some solutions for genuine change. I genuinely thought we would see a new type of Indian American - someone who had absorbed the civilizational and experimental confidence of America without treating it like an economic zone.
Looking at this ridiculous photo with this ridiculous outfit - it should’ve been clear all along. He could run around saying “diversity isn’t our strength” and all the usual conservative, anti-woke talking points, but something much darker and more sinister was hiding in him.
He was harbouring a deeply contemptuous Anti-American ideology. He had not escaped the Hindoo Program, he had sought to Nationalize it.
The Program.
On December 26th, 2024, the day after Christmas and a few weeks after I escaped this very matrix, While normal families were resting, watching nostalgic movies, and letting children be children, Vivek, in a fit of scornful rage, typed out the scornful doctrine of Militant Education.
Literally EVERYTHING about this is immoral and deeply Anti-American. You can literally SMELL the contempt and jealousy from this tweet.
His concoction was simple: more tutoring, less sleepovers, less hanging out at the Mall, fewer cartoons, and more resume-building. To him, Childhood was divided into productive and unproductive hours, with almost every single uncontrollable human experience being placed in the unproductive category.
This was the definitive Mask-Off moment for me. Behind all the rhetoric of excellence and rebellion lay the same frightened little Hindoo parent attempting to convert every single waking hour of a child's life into profitable human capital. The worst part: this was his policy for the entire nation.
This is the ideological core of Militant Education: The belief that every ounce of childhood, personality, experimentation, curiosity, and human energy must be poured into this weird academic competition in exchange for perceived “status” and “financial security”. Anything that can’t be placed on a college application - friendships, leisure, boredom, popular culture, developing your own taste, experimentation - is treated as sacreligious laziness and civilizational decline
The phrase “More Math Tutoring” is the most revealing line here.
Tutoring is not inherently an achievement. It is just a service, and like any service, it helps students that are struggling, or the student may genuinely love the subject and wants to dig deeper into it. Both are perfectly legitimate applications. But Indian parents take it a step further and frequently enroll their children before either condition exists, treating enrollment in a tutoring center as proof that the family is serious, disciplined, and destined for success.
The tutor stops acting as a necessary step to understand concepts and more of a status symbol amongst Hindoo Temple goers.
The child is placed prematurely ahead of the curriculum - not necessarily because he loves the subject - but because Indian parents are so afraid of him encountering an uncontrollable experience of failure. He cannot struggle naturally, become confused, solve a problem on his own, or discover whether he even enjoys the subject. Every uncertainty needs to be professionally managed before it ever has a chance to go south.
The cycle of the Hindoo Man goes like this: They are born into the family and are immediately put to work in the fields, producing results, activities, and proof that they are academically successful. Then, they go to college, where they either stay stuck in their dorm studying for a major they don’t even care about, or become a rebel without a cause. Then, the arranged marriage comes, or you settle for way less than what you expect. You have a couple kids, get the “dream job”, and it’s over. The next 60 years of his life is used to serve the big man, fulfill your parents' dreams, and provide for your family. None of these are inherently bad things, but in all of that, he never found who he truly was, what he was passionate about, what he likes or dislikes. At every step of his life since birth there was a puppet master pulling the strings on what door to open next.
And then comes the cope.
The Hindoo Indian frames self-neglect as a virtue. He compares himself to Steve Jobs and Bill Gates and cites how they didn’t put much thought into their style yet they’re successful. Yeah, but Steve Jobs commissioned a custom piece from ISSEY MIYAKE bruh. He had taste, a minimal one, but one that went onto become the most important product in all of human history. You, on the other hand, dress in ill-fitting business casual garments, low quality old money coded rags from H&M and Zara, and speak like an awkward pick-up artist and then claim to have “your priorities straight”. Yeah dude, you got that. Remember that the next time you’re on reddit complaining that you get ignored in social situations.
The Alt-Hindu Generation needs to understand that the alternative is absolutely not laziness. It is not abandoning education, math, science, discipline, or ambition. A strong civilization needs doctors, engineers, scientists, but it also needs artists, philosophers, athletes, and organizers. We need independent, well versed individuals that are able to collaborate with each other that can build up a distinct people.
A Child should be educated so he can build a life, not to be consumed by it.