Anurag Kashyap, once made the world saw his unrealistic talent of filmaking in movies like Gulal, Ugly etc has now exposed a far darker, uglier side of himself one laced with arrogance, intolerance, and unapologetic caste hatred. In a recent episode that shocked many but was quietly buried by the mainstream, Kashyap lashed out on Instagram with a vulgar, hate-filled tirade targeting the Brahmin community. The trigger? Some criticism directed at his upcoming film Phule, which dramatizes the lives of social reformers Jyotiba and Savitribai Phule. Rather than engage constructively, Kashyap descended into the gutter, replying to dissent with casteist slurs and fantasizing about humiliating an entire community.
In reply to one of the comment, he said he would “piss on Brahmins.” Yes, you read that correctly. A celebrity filmmaker openly, proudly, threatened to urinate on people because they were Brahmins. That wasn’t all. He called them “ch****as,” a degrading Hindi slur, mocked them for feeling offended, called them cowards, and laughed at their religious pride. No apology followed. No clarification. No context. Just raw, venomous hate, spat out in broad daylight on a public platform.
Let’s be very clear this is hate speech. Pure and simple. If a public figure had said the same thing about Dalits, Muslims, or Christians, there would have been a national uproar. FIRs would be filed. Media studios would run 24/7 coverage. Activists would be marching on the streets. But when the abuse is aimed at Brahmins, the same rules do not apply. Because in elite liberal circles, Brahmin-bashing is fashionable. It’s trendy. It’s “punching up.” But it’s not. It’s nothing more than cowardice dressed as courage. Anurag Kashyap’s words weren’t dissent. They were caste hatred legitimized through ideological arrogance.
Who gave Kashyap the right to hurl such abuse? Who told him it was acceptable to degrade an entire community based on their caste? And why does he get to hide behind his so-called “progressive” label while doing so? These are not rhetorical questions. They demand answers—because what he did was not a lapse of judgment. It was a deliberate, premeditated insult. This wasn’t a filmmaker defending his work; this was a man with a platform and influence using his voice to spit on others without fear of consequence.
Anurag Kashyap, over the years, has transformed from an anti-establishment rebel into something far worse—a cultural bully. He no longer speaks truth to power. He is the power now. His version of activism isn’t rooted in reform; it’s rooted in revenge. His art isn’t about elevating the marginalized; it’s about vilifying those he personally despises. This is not a man seeking dialogue. This is a man intoxicated by his own self-righteousness, lashing out at anyone who doesn’t conform to his worldview.
Let’s conduct a simple thought experiment. Imagine if Kashyap had said something similar about another community. Imagine if he said, “I’ll piss on Dalits” or “I’ll urinate on Muslims.” Can you fathom the outrage? Bollywood would disown him overnight. Politicians would demand action. Social media would erupt. But Kashyap said it about Brahmins—and there was silence. No actors condemned him. No production houses distanced themselves. No talk shows picked it up. Why? Because in the modern “woke” universe, Brahmins are the last group you can openly abuse and still be considered virtuous.
This hypocrisy is sickening. A community that comprises barely 5% of the population, that includes both rich and poor, rural and urban, privileged and struggling, is routinely demonized as the root of every problem. This is not critique. This is scapegoating. And now, thanks to people like Kashyap, it’s becoming violent in tone and content.
Let us not forget that Brahmins have been integral to India’s civilizational journey. From philosophy and science to music, mathematics, and spiritual thought, they have enriched this nation for millennia. They have built temples, run schools, fought wars, led reforms. They were not always kings or rulers; most were teachers, priests, and scholars living humble lives. But Kashyap doesn’t care for nuance. He has replaced historical complexity with ideological propaganda.
His upcoming film Phule, based on the lives of Jyotiba and Savitribai Phule, could have been an opportunity to educate and inspire. The Phules were extraordinary figures who challenged regressive norms and opened the gates of education to the oppressed. But instead of honoring them with depth and dignity, Kashyap seems more interested in using their legacy as a political hammer to bludgeon communities he despises. When Maharashtrian Brahmins expressed concern about their portrayal in the film, he responded not with engagement but with filth and fury.
So the question must be asked: is Phule a film or a weapon? Is it about reform or revenge? If the reaction to fair criticism is abuse, then the intent behind the film is already suspect. Anurag Kashyap is not making cinema he is making propaganda. And when the response to dissent is “I’ll piss on you,” then we’re no longer talking about freedom of expression. We’re talking about incitement.
It’s even more disturbing that the broader film fraternity has stayed silent. The same industry that screams “love over hate” every time a right-wing troll sneezes has nothing to say when one of their own celebrates casteist abuse. This silence is not neutrality—it is complicity. It tells us that the elites of Bollywood only care about bigotry when it’s politically convenient. When Brahmins are the targets, suddenly “context” and “artistic freedom” are their shields.
Let’s also address the grotesque hypocrisy of liberal circles that continue to elevate Kashyap as a truth-teller. This man, who casually fantasized about urinating on people for questioning his film, is not a voice of justice. He is a narcissist using social justice as a costume. His art is not transformative. It’s tainted by hate. And the fact that he can get away with such comments is proof of how caste discourse has been hijacked by those who want power, not equity.
Anurag Kashyap must be held accountable. Not just for this one incident, but for the pattern it reveals. A pattern of contempt. A pattern of demonizing critics. A pattern of hiding behind the veil of artistic freedom to spew ideological poison. If this behavior is normalized, it won’t stop with Brahmins. Today it’s them. Tomorrow it will be someone else. Hate has no finish line it only mutates. In conclusion, Anurag Kashyap’s meltdown is not an isolated incident. It is a reflection of a growing rot in our cultural elite a rot that confuses cruelty with courage, and abuse with authenticity. The Brahmin community, and every community for that matter, deserves better than to be urinated on by someone who has lost all sense of decency. It’s time we stopped excusing hatred just because it comes with subtitles and a cinematic filter. Anurag Kashyap, you are not a rebel. You are not a revolutionary. You are a bigot. And history will remember you as such.
