It seems India after Independence, decided to follow the route of incredible annoying English Red Tape-ism.
Just like its former Colonist, India too managed to get incredibly annoying and ridiculously useless Red Tape-ism in her. Uselessly redundant and bureaucratic, with a government formed with High School drop outs.
The number of useless and redundant forms you need to fill out in India, that serve no real actual purpose. It really does provide a lazy government with such great form of control. By making it incredibly discouraging for any form of change to take place.
In the amazingly funny, and spot-on in it’s perception of various worlds filled with alienistic creatures that seem to have a form of human element in them The Hitch-hikers Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams. There is an alien species in another Galaxy, Vogosphere. The Species is called Vogons.
The Vogons, I find to be a perfect representation of an India some six hundred years from now. How her government will be. The Vogons, you see Vogons are described as “one of the most unpleasant races in the galaxy—not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous”, and having “as much sex appeal as a road accident” as well as being the authors of “the third worst poetry in the universe”. They are employed as the galactic government’s bureaucrats.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy provides this description of the Vogons:
Here is what to do if you want to get a lift from a Vogon: forget it. They are one of the most unpleasant races in the Galaxy. Not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous. They wouldn’t even lift a finger to save their own grandmothers from the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal without orders – signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost, found, subjected to public inquiry, lost again, and finally buried in soft peat for three months and recycled as firelighters. The best way to get a drink out of a Vogon is to stick your finger down his throat, and the best way to irritate him is to feed his grandmother to the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal. On no account should you allow a Vogon to read poetry at you.
Would you not agree with me that you can actually picture Indians becoming this some Six to Eight Hundred years from now?
These guys take so long to figure out what to do for every single thing. They need approvals on forms or in mail. So when they capture the protagonist of the stories, who happens to be a human. Maybe the last surviving human at that point, in this book’s universe. The Vogons take so long, because they need permissions and approvals and what not. Its hilarious. It really is like the process of going to a MTNL office and trying to get some work done or trying to get your Bond en-cashed from UTI in Fort.