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Modern conversations often present Buddhism as the great rebel that challenged Brahmin orthodoxy. But the story is far more entertaining than that. Basically Buddhists and Jains popularised the idea that if you don't have sex and don't eat meat (popular in Tantra rituals) you become holy. Brahmins agreed with this idea only when Buddhism and Jainism became popular with rich merchants. Brahmins as we know always chase funding. That's BoSD (Beauty of Sanatan Dharma)
In the early Vedic corpus, sex and romance barely appeared. In Buddhist monastic literature, desire often became temptation to be conquered. Women who renounced ornaments, beauty and sexuality were celebrated as spiritual heroes. Today, some even celebrate such renunciation as an early form of feminism. Imagine presenting Therigatha as "lberation" when women dress like widows (bald, unornamented, rejecting their own body). This hatred for women's body is part of many woke movements too. Buddhists hated women's body so much they said hell if full of menstrual blood and heaven is where you are born out of lotus flowers.
Male body was okay. Semen was magical substance. Gurus are proud of semen power. Mahasamadhi is all about semen power that can kill women. Ask your guru followers.
Then something delightful happened about two thousand years ago. Tamil Sangam poetry and Prakrit lyrics burst onto the scene. Suddenly people fell in love. Lovers quarrelled. Wives complained. Secret affairs flourished. Women spoke in their own voices. Desire was not merely a trap; it became poetry. Nature joined the conversation. Hills, forests and monsoons became accomplices in romance. This is the world of Gita Govinda.
Perhaps that explained why these languages filled India with songs, while Sanskrit and Pali went to die in monasteries.
Even later, the irony deepened. Vrindavan became home to widows denied remarriage by social custom, singing ecstatic songs of Krishna and Radha while living lives shaped by renunciation rather than fulfilment. Over time, even the passionate Radha of older poetry was often recast less as Krishna's equal and more as his devoted servant (Slave of a god). Imagine Vrindavan, where Radha danced was made home of widows by Sanatanis.
So perhaps the oldest culture war in India was never vegetarian versus non vegetarian or left versus right. It was between those who hated body flesh balanced tasty food, full of protein and those who adored semen power with a dollop of ghee.
In the early Vedic corpus, sex and romance barely appeared. In Buddhist monastic literature, desire often became temptation to be conquered. Women who renounced ornaments, beauty and sexuality were celebrated as spiritual heroes. Today, some even celebrate such renunciation as an early form of feminism. Imagine presenting Therigatha as "lberation" when women dress like widows (bald, unornamented, rejecting their own body). This hatred for women's body is part of many woke movements too. Buddhists hated women's body so much they said hell if full of menstrual blood and heaven is where you are born out of lotus flowers.
Male body was okay. Semen was magical substance. Gurus are proud of semen power. Mahasamadhi is all about semen power that can kill women. Ask your guru followers.
Then something delightful happened about two thousand years ago. Tamil Sangam poetry and Prakrit lyrics burst onto the scene. Suddenly people fell in love. Lovers quarrelled. Wives complained. Secret affairs flourished. Women spoke in their own voices. Desire was not merely a trap; it became poetry. Nature joined the conversation. Hills, forests and monsoons became accomplices in romance. This is the world of Gita Govinda.
Perhaps that explained why these languages filled India with songs, while Sanskrit and Pali went to die in monasteries.
Even later, the irony deepened. Vrindavan became home to widows denied remarriage by social custom, singing ecstatic songs of Krishna and Radha while living lives shaped by renunciation rather than fulfilment. Over time, even the passionate Radha of older poetry was often recast less as Krishna's equal and more as his devoted servant (Slave of a god). Imagine Vrindavan, where Radha danced was made home of widows by Sanatanis.
So perhaps the oldest culture war in India was never vegetarian versus non vegetarian or left versus right. It was between those who hated body flesh balanced tasty food, full of protein and those who adored semen power with a dollop of ghee.