Archive for January, 2008

05
Jan
08

(un)happy new year

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

Ring, happy bells, across the snow;

The year is going, let him go;

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

                        – Lord Alfred Tennyson

So 2008 has begun with a bang. Or rather a gang bang. With a mob of hooligans pawing two innocent women walking with their husbands. With the men in khakhi failing to react to the situation promptly. With two media photographers for whom clicking pictures of the women being molested for their front page story was more important than helping the damsels in distress. With top cop Mr. Jadhav claiming that its not possible to deploy one cop behind every individual to ensure security and that we should stop making a mountain out of the molehill. With a publication like Saamna stating that the women invited the mob with their dressing. And with anybody and everybody offering their two-pence on what the couple should have done or not done on New Year’s eve.

Shame on us. As a city, state, nation, citizens, individuals and humans. Shame on us. We do not deserve to call ourselves human beings or civilised people. We do not deserve to exist. If this is how we are going to behave after crossing all the differents Ages and into the 21st century and if this is how we are going to react, then we should really be ashamed. We have proved human beings to be the lowliest of all creatures. No, let’s not degrade the animals. They are much better than us. At least their bestiality is justified considering that they lack a sense of rational and right or wrong. But we, how are we going to justify our actions?

Why can men not allow women to live in peace? Why is it that they have to hound women at any given opportunity? What is their fault? That they have breasts (where men have none) or that they have a reproductive organ that can be invaded by men at their whim and fancy. I think its none of these. I think its because women are not as fallen as men are…that they still have yards of dignity left in them that men haven’t been able to shred…that the day they make up their minds to act as shamelessly as men, they too can go all out bottom pinching and attacking phalluses.  

But they don’t and probably never will. And men may as well thank God for small mercies, ‘coz  the day women decide to give the men a dose of their medicine, then not even God can stop them.

Its all very nice and easy to sit on one’s hobby horse and make statements or pass judgements. I for one do want to know how would the Jadhavs and Thackerays of the world react had the women belonged to their families? Would they have then made similar comments?

Will someone please explain to me what exactly do clothes have to do with women becoming easy prey to male carnal lust? If not being modestly covered is the issue, then men should be the ones to be molested because half the time they are semi naked. Either in shorts & vests or lungi & nothing on top. All the sadhus and hermits are perpetually semi clothed with a particular Naga Sadhu tribe even being naked. Why don’t these men of honour pick on them. No sirrah…sartorial sense is not the issue as a woman in a burqa is as unsafe as a woman in an itsy-bitsy outfit.

Oh, you will argue, men don’t have curvaceous bodies, child bearing hips, voluptous figures and protruding parts. They don’t even have a mind that will help them judge things as right or wrong. And they certainly don’t have crappy things like values, morals, principles, decency, rational, good sense, honour, respect, etc. That’s a shitload of bullshit to be preached and not practiced. 

All they have is a shaft (that is limp for most part of the time and the revival of which is the foremost thought in their minds) and an idle mind that’s a devil’s workshop. Hmmmm…problemo…that means by virtue of having a grey mass of wrinkles called ‘brains’ (which is the seat of logic) and a beating pound of flesh called ‘heart’ (which is the seat of emotions) women have no choice but to grin and bear it.

Well…well…what can be said. Women, you can’t have everything in life. If you want to uphold your dignity, maintain your identity and not be confused for men, you have to accept the roving eye and prying hands. Accept it as you would accept the husk with the grain, the thorns with the rose, the muck with the lotus, the weeds with the grass, the asura with the deva, the Lucifer with the God. But like how you would chaff the grains, dethorn the flower and deweed the garden, so you will have to do with the hands and eyes. Remove them in ways convenient to you. Martial arts, swiss knives, pepper spray cans, chilli powder or good old groin kick…anything that helps you defend yourself. Use it to the fullest.

You can’t expect anyone to help you. You have to fight alone. Speaking of which, 2007 before going gave us a glimpse of woman power with 30-year old Draupadi Kamade (a tribal resident of Yeoor Hills) pouncing on and chasing off a leopard that had attacked her 7-year old daughter. Kudos to her brave act and a salute to motherhood. In a land where fathers willingly feed their daughters to predators, there is hope in the form of mothers like Draupadi.

Let’s hope that 2008 will give us more of women power. Amen.

  


             

05
Jan
08

“simon go back”

So roared the Lion of Punjab, Lala Lajpat Rai to John Simon during the independence struggle in 1928. Well, Simon did go back and eventually so did the British, but I am not going to dwell on the past. What has caught my attention off late is the way we have started asking everyone to go back.

When Taslima Nasreen was offered political asylum in India, the clerics told her to go back. When she (with the support of West Bengal government) refused to pay heed, they issued fatwas. She carried on with her work, bringing out books and highlighting the plight of Bangladeshis to the world. She almost managed to pull it off until recently when the protests began again.

Elsewhere, we have heard similar words in Singur, Nandigram, Jharkhand, Goa and other places in India. Voices protesting against the setting up of SEZs and asking the companies to go back.

The Government wants to rehabilitate slum dwellers but they are told to go back, social workers want to help those from red light areas, they too are asked to go back. Gujarat wants to build the Sardar Sarovar Dam but the Narmada Bachao Andolan team wants them to go back.

I used to feel that ours was a country where the words ‘welcome’ and ‘athithi devo bhava’ were accorded high respect. Then how did we suddenly become so hostile? True that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Probably this negativity has stemmed from some deep rooted problems. But I don’t believe that there is no middle path to any problem.

We can let a Taslima be a part of our family if she carries on her work peacefully and not fire from our shoulder. A classic example could be the Dalai Lama and the Tibetans who stay with us like sugar in water. Retaining their identity without threatening ours. The government can go ahead with their commercialisation and rehabilitation projects if they offer lucrative alternatives to those giving up their lands.

However it seems like everyone is walking with blinkers on their eyes…with a fixed agenda. No one wants to go on a backfoot, no one wants to compromise. Everyone wants to be heard and not hear. Thank god for us being a democracy. Else we too would have been in similar situations as our neighbours.

But time is running out fast and so is the patience of people. From peaceful marches and hunger strikes we have moved to violent protests. From lathi charge cops have resorted to firing tear gas. Its a no win situation for all. For the protestors who leave behind dependents (often in impoverised conditions), for the government who has to cope up with a feeble law and order machinery and the common citizen who is often caught in the crossfire.

We want to be an economic superpower, but don’t have time to fill hungry stomachs; we want westernisation as long as it can be Indianised. As Rudyard Kipling said, “east is east, and west is west, and never the twain shall meet.” I don’t agree. I have my fingers crossed. Someday we will stop driving everyone away and attract everyone to us like a magnet. Touchwood.

05
Jan
08

another one bites the dust

Finally 2007 came to an end but not without claiming its final victim. It was almost like 2007 wanted to establish itself in the minds of us mortals. Another family legend was splashed all over the news. History is rife with heroic and not so heroic stories of political families. Families who have spawned numerous generations to the treacherous field of public service and have many a times ended up paying for it with their own lives. Some lived to tell the tale, others were not as fortunate. The Kennedys, Gandhis, Bhandarnaikes and the Bhuttos. The last one having been in the news recently for the death of its beloved daughter, Benazir Bhutto.  

Assassinated in her country, doing what she loved most and amidst people whom she fought for. By a terrorist group, a political rival or a mere househelp, we don’t know who and considering the state of affairs in our neighbouring country, there are no hopes of ever finding out either. Sweeping things under the carpet seems to be a favourite vocation of our politicians.

In her absence there are all sorts of speculations and murmurs. That she was confident of coming to power, that she would have restored democracy, that she wasn’t a great ally of India when in power, that a certain gentleman in military fatigues had orchestrated her death, that a certain group of bearded fanatics had masterminded her death, etc…etc… The one person who could have told us what happened is no longer alive.

What is alive though are her memories. A good looking lady with an impressive personality, articulate in her thoughts and speech, impeccable and sophisticated in her mannerisms, loyal to her people (not ruling out the existence of vested interests). What she leaves behind is the continuity of her legacy through her 19-year old son (as Chairman of PPP) who has just covered his mother’s grave only to start digging his own. But then these are children who have a lion’s heart. They know the end even before the beginning and are ready to face it with a smile.

Rahul, Priyanka, Aung Sang Suu Ki, Bilawal, the game has begun…so has the countdown…its a matter of time before we find out whether they will be checkmated under natural circumstances or man-made events.  

As Bible says, “dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”  




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