Hermitry is the Safest Lifestyle
- Madhukar Dama
- 5 days ago
- 6 min read
Here is a structured depiction of all major types of political emergency situations — followed by how a hermit’s way of living (voluntary simplicity, detachment from systems, self-reliance, and silence) keeps him safe, unaffected, or minimally impacted in each:
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I. TYPES OF POLITICAL EMERGENCY SITUATIONS
1. State-Imposed Emergencies
Examples: National Emergency (India 1975), Martial Law, Emergency Rule
Features: Suspension of rights, curfews, military control, censorship
2. Civil Unrest & Riots
Examples: Caste violence, communal riots, farmer protests, student protests
Features: Mob violence, destruction of property, loss of life, curfews
3. Military Coups / Regime Change
Examples: Pakistan, Myanmar, African nations
Features: Power seized by force, suspension of constitution, arrest of political leaders
4. Ethnic or Religious Targeting
Examples: Pogroms, genocide, forced conversions, hate crime waves
Features: Systemic persecution of minority groups
5. Censorship and Surveillance States
Examples: Internet shutdowns, arrest for social media posts, sedition charges
Features: Suppression of speech, monitoring of citizens
6. Fake Nationalism & Manufactured Patriotism
Examples: Forced symbolic acts, bans on dissent
Features: Branding anyone as anti-national for questioning government
7. Mass Propaganda & Misinformation
Examples: Media control, spread of fake news, emotional manipulation
Features: Mass confusion, blind loyalty, social division
8. Election Frauds & Rigging
Examples: Bogus voting, puppet candidates, EVM tampering
Features: People's will overridden, chaos, loss of trust
9. Economic Collapse Due to Political Decisions
Examples: Demonetization, sanction retaliation, sudden policy shifts
Features: Loss of jobs, inflation, bank freezes, poverty
10. Bureaucratic Tyranny & Corruption
Examples: Administrative misuse, bribery networks, license raj
Features: Harassment of common people, denial of services
11. Forced Evictions & Land Seizure
Examples: SEZs, smart city projects, dam displacements
Features: Tribal, rural, and poor uprooted from land
12. Forced Conscription / Military Draft
Examples: Wartime drafts, youth recruitment for border conflicts
Features: Coerced service, broken families
13. Mass Surveillance & Digital Control
Examples: Biometric linking, social credit systems, AI-based policing
Features: No privacy, digital identity control, predictive punishment
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II. HOW A HERMIT REMAINS SAFE IN EACH SITUATION
1. State-Imposed Emergencies
Hermit’s Safety:
Lives off-grid.
Doesn't depend on state electricity, water, news or ration.
No identity to police. No protests to join.
2. Civil Unrest & Riots
Hermit’s Safety:
No property in urban flashpoints.
No community allegiance.
Remote location shields him from mobs and media-fueled anger.
3. Military Coups / Regime Change
Hermit’s Safety:
Doesn’t follow politics.
Doesn’t serve or resist any ruler.
Power changes mean nothing to someone who needs no power.
4. Ethnic or Religious Targeting
Hermit’s Safety:
Not part of identity politics.
No loud religion, no minority/majority labels.
He prays in silence. No conversion needed. No outrage.
5. Censorship and Surveillance States
Hermit’s Safety:
No social media, no digital signature.
No outspoken opinions to suppress.
His teachings are wordless and invisible.
6. Fake Nationalism & Manufactured Patriotism
Hermit’s Safety:
No flags, no songs, no public allegiance.
His love for land is shown by planting seeds, not slogans.
7. Mass Propaganda & Misinformation
Hermit’s Safety:
No television. No whatsapp.
He believes nothing, and trusts only nature.
Illusions cannot reach his mud hut.
8. Election Frauds & Rigging
Hermit’s Safety:
Doesn’t vote. Doesn’t campaign.
Sees all rulers as temporary tenants of illusion.
The forest is his nation.
9. Economic Collapse Due to Political Decisions
Hermit’s Safety:
No bank accounts. No loans. No EMIs.
Lives on food he grows. No dependency on rupee.
10. Bureaucratic Tyranny & Corruption
Hermit’s Safety:
Needs no approvals, licenses, or certificates.
He lives where bureaucracy ends: in the wild.
11. Forced Evictions & Land Seizure
Hermit’s Safety:
Dwells in unused, unclaimed land.
He moves like wind. Owns nothing, so nothing can be taken.
12. Forced Conscription / Military Draft
Hermit’s Safety:
Seen as harmless, mad or holy.
No one drafts a man who owns no shirt.
13. Mass Surveillance & Digital Control
Hermit’s Safety:
No phone. No internet. No biometrics.
No one watches what cannot be tracked.
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III. CONCLUSION: THE POWER OF INVISIBLE FREEDOM
> “When you own nothing, need no services, carry no labels, and speak no slogans — you become ungovernable. The hermit is the last free citizen of any nation.”
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NO ONE CAN FIND US HERE :
A HEALING DIALOGUE DURING POLITICAL EMERGENCY
Characters:
Madhukar — the hermit, living in a remote forest mud hut
Ravi — a banker from Delhi
Meena — his wife, a school teacher
Iqbal — an old friend, a government lawyer
Lalitha — a retired activist
Neel — a young YouTuber
Kanta — a homemaker who fled alone, leaving her husband behind
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Scene:
Six strangers, disheveled and anxious, stumble through the jungle and reach a clearing where a mud hut stands, surrounded by silence. Birds sing. Smoke curls from a fire. Madhukar sits beside a neem tree, grinding something with a stone.
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Ravi: (panting) Are you… Madhukar? The one they said lives untouched?
Madhukar: (smiling) You’ve come far.
Did something push you… or did something break?
Meena: Everything.
The streets are burning.
Banks sealed. Phones dead.
Police are picking people for tweets from five years ago.
Iqbal: The constitution was suspended last night.
They raided my neighborhood at 3 a.m.
My robe didn’t protect me.
Kanta: I walked for four days.
My husband told me, "God will save us."
But god didn’t answer his phone.
Neel: I was trending two weeks ago.
Now they’ve deleted everything.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Lalitha: I fought for people’s rights.
Now they want to arrest me for disturbing harmony.
Harmony… (laughs bitterly)
Madhukar: And so you arrived here.
Where there’s no news, no slogans, no harmony to disturb.
Ravi: But how are you safe?
No ID. No rations. No app. No pension.
Isn’t this dangerous?
Madhukar: I have no bank to lock.
No post to resign from.
No reputation to lose.
The system cannot punish someone who doesn’t exist in it.
Iqbal: But why didn’t you ever warn us?
Madhukar:
I did.
But I whispered in winds you weren’t listening to.
Truth doesn’t trend.
Meena: Is this freedom then?
Eating roots and living alone?
Madhukar:
Freedom is not about aloneness.
It’s about non-dependence.
I eat roots because I don’t want poison disguised as ration.
I live alone because the crowd lost its soul.
Neel: (weeping) I gave ten years to this nation’s narrative…
For what?
Madhukar:
A nation cannot carry your pain.
It cannot feed your child when the network falls.
It is an idea printed on paper — maintained by fear.
Kanta: But… what do we do now?
We can't go back.
We don’t know how to stay.
Madhukar:
You will unlearn.
You will learn to gather leaves.
To bathe in the sun.
To speak with silence.
To trust your breath, not a minister.
Ravi: But what about money? We have none. We’re nothing here.
Madhukar:
Good.
Now you are ready.
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(A long silence. Fire crackles. A koel calls.)
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Madhukar:
You came here because something inside you refused to die with the city.
Keep that alive.
We will cook tonight.
We will eat slow.
We will laugh without proof.
And when the soldiers come here someday,
they will find no voters, no slogans —
only soil.
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NO ONE CAN FIND US HERE
they came crawling,
city-soaked,
wallets emptied of worth,
mouths full of protests
they never shouted.
the bank man,
the school lady,
the lawyer in torn trousers,
an influencer without a face anymore —
all of them,
bleeding in ways no bandage knew.
they found a man
with no shoes,
no password,
no schedule.
a man who didn’t beg god
or question the government
because he had long divorced both.
his roof was stitched by sparrows,
his water came from stones.
his silence —
louder than their news anchors,
his eyes —
older than their constitution.
they asked him:
"what’s your escape plan?"
he smiled like a monk
who'd already died once,
and said —
"I never entered the war."
no certificates.
no borderlines.
no hashtags.
no revenge.
they wept,
because they had
so much to unlearn
before morning.
and the hermit,
he fed them wild rice
and dreams that hadn’t been bought yet.
they sat.
they listened.
they forgot their names.
and for once,
in a land not drawn on any map,
they felt…
un-governed.
