The Age of Kali
Authors: William Dalrymple
William DalrympleThe Age of Kali
William Dalrymple is the author of seven acclaimed works of history and travel, including
City of Djinns
, which won the Young British Writer of the Year Award and the Thomas Cook Travel Book Award; the bestselling
From the Holy Mountain
;
White Mughals
, which won Britain’s most prestigious history prize, the Wolfson; and
The Last Mughal
, which won the Duff Cooper Prize for History and Biography. He divides his time between New Delhi and London, and is a contributor to
The New York Review of Books, The New Yorker
, and
The Guardian
.
In Xanadu: A Quest
City of Djinns: A Year in Delhi
From the Holy Mountain:
A Journey in the Shadow of Byzantium
FIRST VINTAGE DEPARTURES EDITION, OCTOBER
2012
Copyright © 1998 by William Dalrymple
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eISBN: 978-0-307-94893-9
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To
JOCK
who saw the point long before I did
The Age of Kali
is a collection of peripatetic essays, a distillation of ten years’ travel around the Indian subcontinent. For six of those years I was based in Delhi working on my second book,
City of Djinns
, while for the other four I wandered the region, on a more nomadic basis, for a few months each year. My travels took me from the fortresses of the drug barons of the North-West Frontier to the jungle lairs of the Tamil Tigers; from flashy Bombay drinks parties to murderous Bihari blood feuds; from the decaying palaces of Lucknow to the Keralan exorcist temple of the bloodthirsty goddess Parashakti, She Who is Seated on a Throne of Five Corpses. All the pieces are the product of personal experience and direct observation.
The book’s title is a reference to the concept in ancient Hindu cosmology that time is divided into four great epochs. Each age (or
yug
) is named after one of the four throws, from best to worst, in a traditional Indian game of dice; accordingly, each successive age represents a period of increasing moral and social deterioration. The ancient mythological Golden Age, named after the highest throw of the dice, is known as the
Krita Yug
, or Age of Perfection. As I was told again and again on my travels around the subcontinent, India is now in the throes of the
Kali Yug
, the Age of Kali, the lowest possible throw, an epoch of strife, corruption, darkness and disintegration. In the Age of Kali the great gods Vishnu and Shiva are asleep and do not hear the prayers of their devotees. In such an age, normal conventions fall apart: anything is possible. As the seventh-century
Vishnu Purana
puts it:
The kings of the
Kali Yug
will be addicted to corruption and will seize the property of their subjects, but will, for the
most part, be of limited power, rising and falling rapidly. Then property and wealth alone will confer rank; falsehood will be the only means of success in litigation. Corruption will be the universal means of subsistence. At the end, unable to support their avaricious kings, the people of the Kali Age will take refuge in the chasms between mountains, they will wear ragged garments, and they will have too many children. Thus in the Kali Age shall strife and decay constantly proceed, until the human race approaches annihilation.
In my travels in Pakistan and North India there were moments when it seemed as if the
Kali Yug
really was upon us. In the bandit-infested badlands north of Lahore, in Bihar and in parts of eastern Uttar Pradesh I found an ancient landscape overwhelmed by rapid change, where the old certainties and the ancient social order had been swept away, but where the new order had yet to fully establish itself. In Lucknow I witnessed a war being fought between rival wings of the student union, where each side was armed with grenades and assault rifles; in neighbouring Bihar, it seemed as if the state had finally succumbed to the tidal wave of violence, corruption and endemic caste warfare that had engulfed it. Indeed things were so bad that the criminals and the politicians of the state were said to be virtually interchangeable, and the government had pretty well given up any pretence of providing water, electricity or even a semblance of security. The state had given way, and Bihar now seemed to be approaching a situation of pure anarchy.
According to the
Puranas
, the
Kali Yug
is the last age before the world is destroyed by the ‘fire of one thousand suns’, after which the cycle reaches its conclusion and time momentarily stops, before the wheel turns again and a new cycle begins. Rather ominously, the very week I decided on
The Age of Kali
as the title for this book, Atal Behari Vajpayee, India’s first BJP Prime Minister, let off his ‘Hindu’ nuclear bomb at Pokhran, in what some in India have seen as a sign that the
Kali Yug
is now approaching its apocalyptic climax.
Following the blast, as ecstatic crowds filled the streets to celebrate – and as some BJP activists set about trying to build a Hindu
shakti
temple on the site of the explosion – several Indian papers quoted the lines from the
Gita
uttered by Robert Oppenheimer as he witnessed the first nuclear explosion at Alamogordo in 1945:
