Saturday, March 5, 2016

…Let My Country Awake!

The last few days have been one of the most dramatic, chaotic and disturbing for me as an Indian. While I sit down and pen my thoughts, I have a thought at the back of my mind if I will I be able to jot down everything as it is running in my mind? Would I be labelled into some category and if I would be labelled would it be worse? Will my writings offend and distance me from friends and people who have known me? Will I be able to do justice to the background and might not miss any small big thing while I wash the dirty linen? Is there any other way? Is there a way at all? In spite of these and many other questions, I feel that my conscience needs me to say what I have to, no matter what. Else I feel I would not have done justice to my India, my motherland. So here I go. With four letters addressed to four different sections of people. I wanted to post them as ‘one per a blog’ but I didn't want anyone to think that I am taking sides. So here I go, full throttle…

My Dear Students:

It is child psychology to hit a stone on the mangoes at neighbour’s mango tree and run away. The kid knows that hitting a stone at the tree will alert the neighbours and he might not get a hold of even a single mango and still he does that just for the fun of it and that too knowing full well that it is not correct to do that. It is not simple ignorance but also a bit of mischief. That is a child’s psychology. But remember that you are not such small kids to get away with stoning anything and everything.

You are fortunate to be a part of one of the most illustrious educational institutions of the country when I talk about JNU or UoH or Jadhavpur Universities. You have the biggest responsibility of shaping up this country’s future, our country’s future. You come here from different and most often you come from distressed backgrounds. You are young and restless and you should be so. You should question and try and understand the logic behind any and everything under the sun. That is when your minds will flourish and that is good for everyone. After all after completing your education, you will get into a job, maybe government service, administrative services, diplomatic service, private companies, public sector companies, services and not to forget, politics. In fact, your baby steps into the big bad world of real politics start with your university student unions. Irony is that your baby steps in themselves are poisoned with shadow organizations of all the political and non-policito-extra constitutional parties, be it the NSUI of ‘Seculars’, ABVP of the ‘Nationalists’, SFI of the ‘Revolutionaries’ and so on. Not to forget the shadows of CPI-ML in the form of DSU. You have a huge responsibility of questioning and correcting the country’s course but if you affiliate yourselves with one of the existing ‘clans’ where would the new thought go? You will end up being brainwashed by the ideologies of what each political affiliation stands for – left, right, centre, what not! While you do all the questioning and contradicting, please do not forge the fact that the only thing that has kept this country united and going strong irrespective of the million flaws and drawbacks is the constitution and the conviction of the common man that this country and its constitution is paramount. Mind you that constitution is a word, which according to the Merriam Webster’s dictionary means “a constitution is the system of beliefs and laws by which a country, state, or organization is governed. It is a document that describes this system” and our constitution right in its preamble declares “WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC and to secure to all its citizens: JUSTICE, social, economic and political; LIBERTY of thought, expression, belief, faith and worship; EQUALITY of status and of opportunity; and to promote among them all FRATERNITY assuring the dignity of the individual and the unity and integrity of the Nation”.

I know we are not a cent percent there. But, I know, with the collective will power, it is not impossible to be there. That is where you should focus on. Your paramount question should always be ‘How do I make my country better’ and not stuffed in negativism and be ‘What is good in this country’. You don’t need to reinvent the wheel. The wheel is there. All it needs is some oiling and maintenance. Don’t waste your energies on trying to invent a wheel that does not exist and if some political affiliation is trying to show you that there is indeed a new and a different wheel which is beyond this constitution, then they are trying to use you as their weapons and serve their own purpose and are showing you a mirage. Nothing else but a mirage! We are a few generations after the freedom fighters generation. That generation was clear that the fight was against an outsider. But for us now, the fight is from within and within is a word to denote the ills of the society – be it the politicians, parties, government service, representatives, and most importantly our own selves.

Most of our student ‘unions’ and governing bodies of universities are predominantly Left thinking and Left leaning. Good for them. But, is it good for you? Equality is good. It is right. But, equality over skill and hard-work is senseless. Remember the fact ‘Democracy is the road to socialism’ no matter what the politicians, the Left ones tell you. If I understand it right socialism is nothing but democracy in its true sense where all barriers are removed and everyone is absolutely equal without any excuses. So be proud of our constitution which gives you democracy. The same constitution which under article 19 (1) (a) gives you “Protection of certain rights regarding freedom of speech, etc. — (1) All citizens shall have the right— (a) to freedom of speech and expression”. Compare it with what the Constitution of USA says: “ARTICLE [I.] Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; of the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances” and the UK which mentions “The right to freedom of expression”. But as you shall, in due course of your life will come to know and understand that there is no right without any responsibility. A ‘right’ as per the Merriam Webster’s is “being in accordance with what is just, good, or proper ” and a ‘responsibility is “something that you should do because it is morally right, legally required, etc.”. Our constitution, under 19 (2) says “Nothing in sub-clause (a) of clause (1) shall affect the operation of any existing law, or prevent the State from making any law, in so far as such law imposes reasonable restrictions on the exercise of the right conferred by the said sub-clause in the interests of 4 [the sovereignty and integrity of India,] the security of the State, friendly relations with foreign States, public order, decency or morality, or in relation to contempt of court, defamation or incitement to an offence”. This is not unreasonable. So do cultivate and relish that freedom of expression. Ask a North Korean, a Saudi or a Pakistani or a Chinese or a Russian and you shall know how well thought out and responsible each word in that (and the entire) constitution are. Haven’t you heard of the Virat Kohli fan from Pakistan who is now serving a ten year sentence for just waiving an Indian tricolour on Paki soil though he never said anything against his motherland? But do not get carried away by the myopic views of political affiliations and do not look through their prisms and start abusing and misusing that great freedom that you have been given. In today’s internet age it is not a big deal to research for yourselves and find out what is good and what is not. Find out the facts, what is just and what is not and then subscribe to that or any cause. The very fact that you are able to debate on the ills of the society and country is reason enough for you to believe that you are in a free society. India, like most other countries, has a big population of tax evaders. But, we, the honest taxpayers are definitely contributing and funding your free thought and education so that we all have a better tomorrow. It is a privilege and not for you to take it for granted. There are hundreds of thousands waiting for the kind of educational avenues that you are having. Think about giving them a helping hand and do not fall victims to the theatre of politics. Politicians from independence till date have let us down more often than making us proud. And by politicians I call out ALL, without any exceptions or excuses. I will tell you why in the subsequent paragraphs.

One point that I will definitely touch upon is the right to free and fair trial that seems to be one of the root causes of the agitations that you are trying to take upon yourselves. Please go back and read through the articles 20, 21 and 22. There were two individuals and their trials and sentencing that seemed to have irked you some. Don’t forget that Yakub Memon was deported to India by UAE based on an Interpol Red Corner notice. Interpol is a world body of 190 nations and it does not accept such requests unless it sees that there is a merit in the case before it issues a notice. If Interpol would not scrub any arrest/notice request for its authenticity and legality, most of our world leaders would have had a notice against each other – for their own gains and causes. Fortunately for the world, it does check the merits before issuing notices. If for a moment you think that India was unjust in that case, note that 190 countries represented by Interpol did recognize that he is really an accused and deserved a trial and that he would get a fair and just trial in India. And he did for his role in Mumbai blasts. He might not be the accused number one but he is definitely an important player and there should not be any question on that. Likewise is the case of Afzal Guru. He has admitted to his role as an accomplice to the parliament attack, to attending a training camp of the militants, of knowing the masterminds and being in touch with them and so on. He did that not just in courts based on which he was convicted but also during the interview he gave. Both these people got a fair trial and had all possible judicial recourse before their sentencing was implemented. So did even Kasab and that is the greatness of the strength of our judicial system and our constitution. They went through each step – on merit and also on technical grounds and failed. In how many countries do you find lawyers coming forward to even take up the case of a militant? In our country and in our judicial system the court has itself in numerous occasions appointed defence lawyers for these and many other terrorist related cases. That is when their sentencing was implemented and they were hung. Should capital punishment be carried out is a different question and you have every right to have that question and think about it; debate and agitate about it and put your opinion forward as strongly as you can. But, to call either of them as martyrs or saying that they did not get a fair trial is stretching it too far. Trust me when I say that they deserved a fair trial and that they did get a fair trial. You don’t need to believe anyone on this but the case documents and order copies are in public domain for you all to check. I might not be a legal expert but I did argue with my friends on social media on the importance of even Kasab getting a free and fair trial when almost the entire nation was vying for his blood and wanted a mob justice and to lynch him to ‘teach a lesson’ to any future terrorists. Also, please note that in Yakub or Afzal’s cases, no matter what the politicians and the divisive forces tell you, they were Indian citizens first and who have committed crime, were sentenced for their crimes and not for their religious or any other affiliations. Martyred were those innocent civilians who were killed in those blasts in Mumbai on that fateful day. Martyred were those para-military forces who laid their lives protecting that temple of democracy. Not those who had a role to play either directly or indirectly. There are the so-called ‘liberals’ and ultra Leftists join hands with them to serve their ends and these ‘liberals’ come to question everything and try and brain wash you all. They question and brainwash you to question the existence of our country, on Kashmir joining India, on free speech, on the existence of the pillars of democracy itself. Think through those thoughts and you sure will understand that when they question the very existence of our country or the pillars of democracy or Kashmir they are talking about their ideology of disintegrating our nation. It sounds very funny that they use the same freedom of speech to talk about the lack of it. Doesn't it sound oxymoron-ish?

You might have come from very disadvantaged backgrounds, from very weaker sections which have been exploited for long. But, you have a chance – a chance to bring about the change and to ensure that the equality that our constitution has guaranteed is followed up in both letter and spirit. You all have a future. A future to better our country and to take our country and place it at the top, the rightful place it always deserved. You would not achieve this by getting carried away by the Left and ultra Left ideologies which talk of a revolution which does not recognize our country and constitution. You would not achieve this by following and joining the right wing parties just because they have come to power and with a hope that you will get an advantage by following them. And you will not achieve this by following the centre and centre Left who have ruled the country for long and are now ready to stretch to any levels to get back into the power corridors and for whom secularism does not mean treating all religions equally and equality does not mean equal in all aspects.

Please think, retrospect and stand up to your duty and help better the country and everything in this country instead of getting caught in and carried away by jingoism.


Regards
An Indian

Here is my second letter:


My Dear Khadi waalas, Muffler waalas and Johle waals:

To start with, please remember that you are a part of a country whose constitution bestows upon every of its citizen equal rights and in a secular environment. First let me start addressing the latest entrants and then go on to the old players. Mr Muffler waala, you have been at a constant dharna and though the people of your state has given you the reins of power (and absolute power that is), you did not stop your dissident habits. You are one of those rare CM’s who, while sitting in the CM’s chair has gone on a dharna. The only other person whose name crosses my mind who did a similar act was a matinee idol from South who did something similar in my city over 30 years back. Sitting in the CM’s chair is a big responsibility and it is unbecoming of you to talk anything that might bring the reputation of your chair down. They say power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. For everything you have a fight with everyone. You fly down half of the country to come to my city to visit UoH for what? I would have been happy had you come to show sympathy to that student’s parents and family. But you, just like many others to whom this letter is addressed, you all came just to fan passions and to make things look much worse. It makes a great political statement to wear an oversized pullover, a muffler and some chappals. But not when you represent your country in front of a foreign dignitary and the nation’s guest at a formal get together. And the less I talk about you, the better. Else you might accuse me of conspiring against your government.

My dear jhole waalas. You have started to put up a show that you are above the petty politics and that you are the only last standing torch bearers of truth, democratic values and secularism and the voice of the poor. How can you forget the fact that you are the living dinosaurs of Indian polity? Haven’t you ever looked around or reinvent yourselves to the changing times? Even Peoples Republic of China (PRC) and Russia have almost buried their respective Red books and started looking ahead. But weren't you the same ones who used to invite the PRC to come and take over our country throughout until the 70’s? Yes, you definitely have a place in history by becoming the first truly democratically elected communist government in the world but you are confined to only history and not to the present. You are as corrupt as anyone else. Proof of that is found in your leaders in Kerala and Bengal. You have exploited the poor and downtrodden long enough. The splinter group of yours which started in your own backyard in the tiny hamlet of Naksalbari (it is written as Naksal and not Naxal on maps) is still trying to spill venom and stop development and hold pockets of our country to ransom. There is news of extortion rackets and mafia kind of jungle raj and justice system that those groups have unleashed upon some regions. Just as you prayed and pleaded PRC to come take over India and ‘liberate’ it, your distant cousins are talking about a ‘Red Corridor’ spanning from PRC to Nepal to the Gangetic plains to the Deccan plateau right until the Indian Ocean. More schools, hospitals, roads and modes of communication and transportation of our country were destroyed by those cousins of yours than all the natural disasters put together. If you are so very concerned about our country, why don’t you ever condemn them and reprimand them? You think that you are a bunch of open minded thinking class educated and liberal minded messiah’s of the nation but in reality you are nothing but hypocrites who have held most of the college and student unions in your grip and hence most of the college and university campuses. If you are really worried about the country, the secularism and the constitution, why don’t you channel those students to constructive activities and not to destructive activities under the guise of being liberal? You were supposed to be religion-less. But why is it that you seem to be against one religion and look at it as the reason to all ills of the country? You have already grown old. It is high time you grow up too.

My dear khadi baba. Every time there is something that goes wrong in the country, at the drop of the hat you come out and make a statement which always means that you, your party and your family has made numerous and unmatched sacrifices to the nation to uphold its secular fabric and its constitution. I feel you think that you and your family have done a great favour on our country and you all deserve to be idolized and you and your family are ‘first amongst equals’. I at times get speechless and I am overwhelmed by the decisions that your party and especially your family took to ‘drive towards ‘secularism’’. But wasn't it your great grandpa who has advised the first ‘to-be president’ of our country not to wear a dhoti on an achkan for his inauguration in 1950 and have ‘suggested’ him to wear a pyjama along with that achkan as that would be more ‘secular’? Till date I fail to understand how does being someone from a particular religion be against being secular? Wasn’t it the same great grandpa of yours whose ego was satisfied by making him the first PM of our nation as he was not ready for anything less than that? There are some historians who say that had it not been his ego and stubborn attitude, and the attitude not to give up the PM’s chair to someone from a different community, our country would not have gotten partitioned. I am not sure of that fact. But I am pretty sure that it was his dream of not just being the first PM of our country but also to become the statesman of the developing and under developed world which made us take a lot of wrong steps. First it was about taking the Kashmir issue to the UN. Then, by ignoring the military intelligence and going by his own imagination that he brought about the PRC to invade our country. And when the Chinese were at our gates at the North East, he went on national radio and instead of boosting the morale of the nation; he said ‘our hearts are with you’ as if we were going to leave the NE to their fate! I sometimes wonder if he had any disliking to the NE part of our country. Had it not been for one Bordoloi, we would have lost a major part of the NE region to Pakistan during partition itself because your great grandpa never cared for what part was in and what was out. He was more worried about inking his name in history. He wanted to showcase himself as the ‘peace loving and pigeon flying statesman’ and because of that he didn't allow our country’s nuclear program to go at the pace which it was ready to under Homi Bhaba. He was so secular (read anti his religion of birth) that he never wanted to be pictured with vermilion on forehead. But at the same time people say he was against his daughter marrying someone from a different religion and it lead to a lot of turbulence in the family and the ‘old man’ had to come and put some sense into his head. Then came ‘Ma’. It was she and her undying love for her younger son that has brought the worst blot upon our country in the form of Emergency by flashing the article 352 of our constitution. If there ever was any threat and a blot on our constitution, full credit for it goes to her. She and her courtier were so arrogant that the CM’s of states were made to run like slaves and puppets. If someone mustered courage to walk up to even ‘plead’ about some pressing issue of their state, they were promptly kicked out of power. She was akin a puppeteer. What a way to uphold our constitution! Yes, she was able to head the country to the thumping victory of ’71 and a slap on the face of ‘two nation theory’ waala’s but I give the credit to the acumen of Sam Bahadur while not denying her of the credit for her will power. She allowed her supporters to be so audacious that the phrase ‘India is Indira and Indira is India’ was coined. Though India never became synonymous with Indira, the full form of your party did change to Indira Congress thanks to a great power struggle that your granny was in to get on and stay in power. Who has gone ahead and enacted a law to nullify the ‘Shah Bano’ verdict to appease one particular community knowing very well that the ‘Shah Bano’ verdict of the court was in line with the right to equality that is enshrined in our constitution. Wasn't that based on the same brute force majority that your dad got because of the sympathy wave of your grandma’s assassination? Oh talking about her assassination, didn't it unleash a wave of riots in and around Delhi? Weren't those riots no less in terms of gruesome killings to what happened in Gujarat for which you and your mom always have tears in your eyes? Weren't they abetted and at times involved your party functionaries? When asked to comment about those riots as a PM, wasn't it your ‘secular’ dad who said ‘when a big tree falls down, earth around it shakes’? Who got the doors of the Ayodhya site unlocked so that the ‘Hindu votes’ come to his side? Wasn't that done to ‘balance’ the votes and wasn't the thought process – ‘Shah Bano reversal would get me one community votes and unlocking the doors which were under lock and key from 1949 would get me the other community’s votes and I shall remain the unchallenged leader’? Wasn't it this decision of Shah Bano verdict reversal that has almost buried the hopes of a ‘uniform civil code’? And wasn't it his decision to unlock the doors that lead the VHP to change the tune from ‘we shall agitate to get the doors opened which have been locked from 1949’ to ‘we shall ensure that the place which has been architecturally a mosque but functionally a temple shall remain a temple both architecturally and functionally’? I am not sure if your family knows that karma is a bi**h. The shock and depression of PRC’s invasion of India took a toll on your grandpa’s life. And this is the same PRC for whose partnership your grandpa was yearning all his life. The people who killed your grandma had affiliation to the person who was initially nurtured and pampered by her to take control of the Akali politics of Punjab. It was the same LTTE which was conceived, trained and supported by your grandma in the initial days which eventually killed your dad.

When PV became the PM of the nation and started driving the nation on the path of reforms, he played politics both for his survival and to further his cause of reforms. He was hand-picked by your mom and he was brought back from retirement. Reason? He was too spineless, powerless and a ‘yes guy’. But when he started transforming into the ‘Chanakya’, your mom and your party started disowning him. He was at the helm when the Ayodhya structure was finally demolished. He knew what transpired on that day. No one knows and no one will ever know what actually happened. But, whenever he was asked to give a clarification by the media he always used to say ‘I am a congressman. My lips are sealed’ and he did stick to that word. He was such a staunch congressman. But at the end, when he died, you and your mom did not even allow his body the honour of being let inside the Akbar Road party headquarters. He deserved some respect for bringing the country back from the brink of bankruptcy and for a lot on diplomacy. He failed on the ‘yes sir’ aspect and till date, no one even acknowledges and accepts him as one of your party’s leaders. So much for equality! Maybe you and your party just revolves around only one family and that is the reason that the Ambedkars, the Jinnahs, the Boses were forced to quit the GOP of Indian polity. It was not their loss. But, evidently it was your party’s loss. Likewise, Patel is now projected as a national leader by your opponents and so is PV. How ironic! Till now all that I have said does not directly involve you. But, though you may sound and look dumb, especially when you end up writing a condolence message by reading a prepared text that was stored for you by someone on your mobile when you visited the Nepalese embassy after that worst earthquake of Nepal, that is not an excuse enough to spare you from what you can be pointed to and blamed for. When the brave girl was fighting her life after being mercilessly raped, weren't you the party second in command and your mom the convener of the ruling alliance? You run to every agitation today, from Hyderabad to Delhi to UP to Gujarat. Were you very busy that you couldn't visit AIIMS at that time? Your government’s minister, an eminent lawyer has warned people that sedition charges will be slapped on anyone who tries writing anything against or purportedly derogatory against you or your mom. Where did all the freedom of expression go at that time? You and your courtier culture have been such a nightmare to that poor chap, the sardar that he stopped opening his mouth and even mentioned that in coalition many a times he or any other PM is found in helpless situations.

If I continue writing about your tales, they will never end and they will make you all left, central and centre-left folks look like a pack of jokers. I end the mail to you all with one statement. It is both a request and a warning. Stop playing with fire. Else you wouldn't know when it will engulf your own house. India has a great constitution and set-up. It is people like you all who is letting it down and not letting it grow to its full potential. You are political outfits and understandably you yearn for power. But don’t try to divide the country to get more votes and to get back to power. You will not get any place in the history if you do that. History has seen many people who played these kinds of games and history never recognized them and they went into oblivion though they got power in their hands for some time. If you want history to remember you, do things which are the need of the hour and which will make our country a stronger, better and equitable secular society.


Regards
An Indian

Here is my third and last letter for this post:


My Dear patriotic and nationalist mantle bearers:

Where do I start when I talk about you? You are the trickiest one to talk about. You have so much of social media support that I am pretty sure that if I get any comments back, they would most definitely come in response to this open letter. Let’s start with the most trending phrases from your side – Nationalism and Patriotism. These have been the most abused and misused phrases in the entire human history. Right from the Greeks to Hitler to Stalin to Mussolini to Saddam to Korean Kim clan and many more have used the same phrases – patriotism and nationalism to persecute anyone on whose behaviour these rulers had any question. These were some of the world’s worst tyrants who used these as excuses to eliminate any opposing thoughts. Are you trying to do that? Who is one party/person/group/entity to certify someone as being a patriot or a nationalist? Are these some certifying agencies? Who are you or someone to question my patriotism or nationalism? What is nationalism or patriotism according to you? Are you talking about patriotism? An association who had almost zero presence in the nation’s freedom struggle – neither anyone from the any previous avatars of your political outfits nor those from the RSS. Nowadays RSS is being labelled as being a nationalistic and patriotic body. Isn’t it the same RSS that had zero presence in India’s freedom struggle except for Veer Savarkar. I do respect the Savarkar but I differ on his choice to seek pardon from the British Raj to come out of the Cellular Jail. Wasn't it this RSS which has sent a clear directive to its carder to not participate and to boycott the Quit India call of 1942? I don’t want to take names but go back to history books and check the facts as to who was the RSS chief who called to boycott that Quit India call. Wasn't it this RSS which has opposed to our national flag? Who was the RSS head of that time who opposed this flag? Wasn't it this same RSS which said caste system was an important and integral part of India as enshrined in ‘Manu Smriti’ and that the constitution should not dare to tamper with it? The parties who are hell bent on commemorating Ambedkar and coining the ‘Constitution Day’, how can they forget that RSS has opposed the constitution and has demanded that ‘Manu Smriti’ be made the constitution of our land? I don’t subscribe to a million things that MK Gandhi asked or did but I do not support those who assassinated him. Two wrongs never make a right, right? For me, a murder is a murder and the murderer needs to be a sentenced – be it Godse or Memon or Guru. And who was Godse having private conversations with up to the D day? What is the background of Hindu Mahasabha? There is a huge furor about raising our tricolor on each central university campus. Please check your facts as to how many times was it unfurled at RSS’ Nagpur HQ from 1947 until as recently as in 2000’s? In pre-independence provincial government formations, do you remember who the coalition partners were? The answer my dear ‘nationalists’ is same Muslim League and Hindu Mahasabha? Yes. And did you forget that it was during the tenure of this same coalition ML-HM that the then Sindh government has passed a resolution for a ‘Pakistan’ – the first by a provincial government under the British rule? You ask people to be lynched, crucified (not in literal terms but that is the end meaning of the inflammatory words that you use) but do you know that the HM members of that Sindh cabinet which resolved for a Pakistan continued in that same government. Do you know that Savarkar was heading HM during that time? Some patriotism!

Now I talk about the Afzal Guru Issue. To start with, let me make it very clear that I feel Afzal was sentenced for what he has done and the just and due process was followed for his sentencing. It was not so long ago that you formed a coalition government in J&K. Do you know the stand of PDP, your coalition partner on Afzal Guru? As per PDP, Afzal was a martyr. Didn't that fact come in between you and the temptation of forming a government in J&K? How is it that the nationalists stand up to ask you to come clean on that? Why couldn't you convince PDP to change their stand? You have made a lot of fun on the ‘coalition dharma’ statement of MMS. What JNU students allegedly said (I use the word ‘alleged’ because of the conflicting reports of the ‘ghar ghar se Afzal niklega’ shout) is not any different from the stand taken by PDP. Isn’t it? Coming to Punjab and a long standing and all weather tried and tested partner – SAD. Don’t they consider Bhindranwale as a martyr? What is the stance of all the nationalists and patriots on what the Bhindranwale phenomenon was? Indira might have sent the tanks inside the Golden Temple but wasn't it this Bhindranwale who accumulated arms and held the most sacred Sikh place to ransom? He and a lot of SAD sympathizers were chanting ‘Khalistan Zindabad’. Can someone please clarify if that is seditious? By extending that derivation, isn’t the claiming of Bhindranwale as a Sikh martyr by the SAD controlled Sikh bodies sedition? Terrorists who killed Beant Singh, a CM of Punjab, were honoured by SAD controlled bodies as martyrs. There are calls of these same bodies calling Indira’s killers as martyrs. Is that what a patriot can agree to? As much as I disagree with Indira for the emergency and a lot of other policies of hers, I still call her killers as killers because they didn't just kill Indira Gandhi but they killed an elected PM of our country.

Despite all these and many more, I am no one to label or rank or grade someone’s patriotism or nationalism. If I say all these things, I also do say that it was the same RSS that played a role in getting Goa and Daman and Diu to annex to India. That doesn't make RSS any greater ‘nationalist’ than a Communist party which played a great role in getting the Hyderabad state annexed to India. Even if it means that the Dutch and Portuguese who made up their mind to leave their colonies in India were forced to by RSS whereas the Nizam of Hyderabad was way more ‘naughty’. The role played by Jayaprakash Narayan in opposing the Emergency, the blot on Indian democracy can never be undermined and also the fact that most of the BJP leaders either worked with him or got into politics inspired by him cannot be denied. But at the same time, it cannot be denied that many from Left inclination also got inspired by JP’s movement. It doesn't make Right any Left or vice versa. Nor would it make either of them seditious. After all the section 124(a) of Indian Penal Code reads “Sedition.—Whoever, by words, either spoken or written, or by signs, or by visible representation, or otherwise, brings or attempts to bring into hatred or contempt, or excites or attempts to excite disaffection towards, the Government established by law in [India], shall be punished with [imprisonment for life], to which fine may be added, or with imprisonment which may extend to three years, to which fine may be added, or with fine”. Though the Emergency was draconian, the JP movement was against the government of the day and the policy of Emergency that it came up with.

I do understand that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. It is for the first time after 1984 that a single party got majority to form a Union government and also this is the first time that a single ‘non-khadi’ party got a majority of its own. Power gives one a ‘high’ and it tempts one to feel that they are the law instead of realizing that they ought to be by law. Remember that though democracy is by far the best form of governance in the world, a ‘proportionate democracy’ is better than our existing democratic system. A proportionate democracy is one where you need to have a 51% vote to win an election. But an ‘inclusive democracy’, a democracy where a 100% agreement happens is the best. But we all know that this is idealistic and does not work in real life, especially in a vast and diverse country like ours. Brute force is not the best way to deal things always. There is a poem in Telugu which means that a branch full of fruits will be modest/polite (will bend in humility) whereas a branch without fruits will be the one that makes a lot of noise. Also, as they say, people should not point fingers at someone because while one finger points to the other side, there are three that point toward us.

I sincerely hope that you understand the analogies and stop branding, grading and judging people and their patriotism and nationalistic intents. It is not code where one is ‘guilty until proven otherwise’ but it should be a code where one is ‘innocent until proven otherwise’. One cannot find anything but nationalistic intents in Hitler’s speeches but we know where he drove the world to. Understanding these concepts might help sanity prevail at your end rather than an ‘eye for an eye’ attitude.

Hope it makes sense to you all and helps peace to have a chance.


Regards
An Indian

I would end this super lengthy post by quoting a poem from Gitanjali, by Rabindranath Tagore, the father of our national anthem. I feel that this poem and what it wishes for is the need of the hour and not the prime time TRP’s that have started to influence our opinions and makes ‘India wants to know’ even when in reality India does not

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country Awake!

Jai Hind!

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Maa

I was not sure if I would ever be able to muster enough strength to write a testimonial to you. I say that this is a testimonial and not an obituary though I know (and I am still trying to come to terms with reality) that it has been exactly a year since you left me. It was one year ago on this same day, October 18, 2014 that you gave me the shocker of my life. This is a testimonial about you and I will talk about you. You have been my dearest friend, my mentor, my support, my teacher, my sibling, my confidant, my child, for a great part of my life you have also been my dad from the time I lost him and most importantly, you have been my ‘Maa’.


I know that for any child his parents are his first hero’s. For everyone their dad is the personification of a strong hero and for everyone their mom is the personification of love. It is no different for me, just that I lost dad when I was still in school and you played the role of both my dad and Maa. That is what makes you so special. I am not sure where to start if I have to write about you. Look through my eyes and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You were not too tall; you were just a wee bit short of five and a half feet. But you had the best nose, wide forehead, great eyes, nice lips, perfect jaw line and teeth; and above all, the sweetest and innocent of smiles. What do I tell about your long hair! Your hair was longer than your height. So much so that just to comb the tips of your hair you had to sit, fold a bit of your hair and only then could you reach to the tips of your hair. You never partitioned your hair. I remember until dad was there you used to comb your hair nicely and decorate your hair with long and unwinding jasmines – your most favorite flowers. You were a natural beauty. I know that I look like a photo copy of my dad but I also know that I am fortunate that I got lips like yours.




You were named Satyavathi – a personification of truth. Your dad named you Satyavathi because you were born when he was penning ‘Bhaama kalaapam’ (the story of Satyabhama, the first wife of Lord Krishna). You were the eighth and last of your siblings. You had four elder brothers and three elder sisters. Your dad seemed to have a special inclination towards his daughters. He chose the names of his daughters more wisely. May be it was the teacher and the writer in him that prompted him to name his daughters on the lines of a Sanskrit hymn. He named his daughters – Saraswathi, Bhagawathi, Bharathi and then, Satyavathi. But I also know that being the last daughter of a middle class teacher in a remote village ‘Rama Nagaram’, an ‘agraharam’ in Srikakulam district of Andhra Pradesh, you were not born with a silver spoon. You had to struggle. And struggle you did, all through your life and that too with a smile. You lost your dad when you were not even in high school. After you lost your dad, your mom and you were played around from one brother’s house to another brother’s house on a ‘need’ basis. If your first brother had a child, then your mom and you were the nannies and care takers. Once the other brother’s wife was carrying, you both had got the ‘transfer’ orders. None of your brothers bothered about getting you married. Your sisters were lucky in that aspect – they were married by the time your dad passed away. And when you were 25, your mom got small pox and she passed away. I remember you used to tell me that none of your sisters-in-law even came near your mom’s body or touched it for the fear of contracting the small pox. You were the one who took care of your mom when she was down with pox and later helped the body cremated. You were very rational thinking and very brave.

Things got worse after your mom’s demise. Now there was no one to even care for you. You were the ‘free labor’, the toy to kick around from one brother to another. And as a part of that ‘football’ game, you ended up in Hyderabad where your last brother lived. He had a daughter recently and he called you because he needed a free nanny. Your brother was a ‘surveyor’. He came to Hyderabad and used to take up land surveys for farmers and businessmen in and around Hyderabad. One of his clients, who later became close friends with your brother, was dad. Dad and your brother started off with a business relationship because dad was a farmer and had lands in Kothapet and also dad was into real estate business. But as they started working closely, dad and your brother became friends and dad has even let out his home at Saidabad to your brother. That is where dad and you met, got to know each other, and eventually fell in love. To get married was not a cake walk though. The moment he got to know about it, your brother disapproved of it. How can you marry a relatively less educated (dad was just a matriculate whereas all of your siblings were M.A.’s and two of your brothers were surveyors and two were teachers) and a ‘non brahmin’ guy who was not from Andhra? I still remember the way you used to narrate me the happenings of that time. Dad and you went and even got married in Tirupati. When you came back from Tirupati and broke the news to your brother, he asked you to remove off the ‘taali’ and forget dad. You being the tough one and one who speaks her mind no matter what, retorted and asked if your brother’s wife will be ready to take off her taali! Your brother slapped you for being adamant and insisting on marrying dad. He asked you to stop this love or get out of the house. Then again the no nonsense strong woman in you replied with ‘you are staying in my husband’s house (your brother was dad’s tenant). If someone has to leave, it definitely is not me. I am in my husband’s house’. That’s it! He left that house and I know you never saw his face until he died a couple of years back. You never took his name. You knew that your brother was wrong and you never minced your words. That was the strong person you were. You always taught me to believe in plain speak and to always be forthright. You always used to say ‘Antya nishturam kanna, aadi nishturam melu’ (it is good that people dislike you right away than to be sweet with them initially and later they dislike you). You always believed in calling a spade a spade. I know people who know me, who have seen me, who have interacted with me say that I am too forthright and I show people the mirror and am very blunt. I am like that, may be! But I do believe in speaking my mind and do not believe in trying to be sweet all the time.  I am proud that I got some of it from you. I know that because of this trait I could not make a lot of friends. I could not progress a lot in career. But, I also know that whoever could see beyond the façade and saw that what I do is just calling a spade a spade have become the best of friends for life. Though I would not belittle my dad, you were definitely too revolutionary for your times. There are things that I fear even till date but you never did. You respected the society in which we live but you were never, not even for a single moment, were scared of the acceptance or rejection from the society. You always went by your conscience and left the decision of the society to society itself.

I know you were a perfectionist to an extent at the same time you were way too practical in life. May be I should work towards becoming at least half as practical as you ever were. I know I have a very good hand writing in Telugu and Hindi along with English and you are the main reason behind all of those. I know the kindergarten days when you used to sit along with me and get my homework done. I still remember those raps on my knuckles, those books over books of ‘double rule’ pages which you made me write so that I get that perfect handwriting. I know I was made to read the ‘chinna baala shiskha’ and ‘pedda baala shiksha’ so that I get all the Telugu that I would ever need. I cannot thank you enough for the Telugu you taught me. I always have told you that I need you to teach Telugu to my kids too, but, as fate had other plans, it never could be. But I promise you that just as you taught me, I will ensure that the teachings about the names of Telugu days, months, years, seasons, etc. will not fade away. Till date whenever I see a Telugu crossword, I sit and complete it or at least attempt it. I cherish those days when you and I used to sit and I used to finish whatever I could and then seek your guidance and help in completing that cross word that comes in the newspapers and magazines. It is only and only because of you that I know any bit of Telugu or Hindi.

You have always been the giver. I know dad had a very large circle of friends and people used to drop in anytime of the day or night. You were the perfect host. Always! I know people still talk about the patience, the culinary skills, and the ever smiling host that you were. My patience is also something that I attribute to you along with my silence. While you are (and I am) known for speaking the mind out, you are also known for your silence. You always had the knowledge to know when to speak up and speak out and speak objectively and when to remain silent – even when that silence was painful for you.  You believed that the truth comes out by itself.

True to being a daughter of a Telugu pandit, you had a great grasp on Telugu literature. The best example of your grasp on that language is my name. I remember you told me more than once on the reason for naming me ‘Sridhar’. You came from a ‘vishnavaite’ background. Dad was from a ‘shivite’ background, though I know that neither of you were blind followers. Sri Venkateshwara of Tirupati was your favorite God. You always felt that I was born as His blessing. You wanted to make sure that my name blends both the Vishnava and Shiva sects of Hinduism. Also, it had to remind you of Balaji. Added to that, the doctor who operated upon you and helped give birth to me was Late Dr. Jayshree Kirloskar. You wanted to thank her in my name. I am pretty sure you gave a thorough thought on this. Then you came up with ‘SRIDHAR’. The word Sridhar comes from ‘Sri’ and ‘dhar’. Sri has two prominent meanings – one meant wealth and the other meant poison. The second part ‘dhar’ means ‘the one that bears’. So, if one takes the meaning of ‘Sri’ as wealth, then my name becomes – the one who bears wealth (Laxmi) and thus Sri Venkateshwara/ Vishnu. If one takes the meaning of ‘Sri’ as poison, then my name becomes – the one who bears poison and thus it is Shiva. My name thus becomes both Shivaite and Vishnavaite streams. And the icing on the cake is the word ‘Sri’ is a part of the doctor’s name. I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I say that not many parents think this deep before naming their little ones. But you are you and you sure did.

You had the inquisitiveness of a 3 year old child in you. You always had the hunger to learn new things. You used to read newspapers daily – three of them. You never liked watching the TV and used to rightly say that a TV is an idiot box and for knowing things one needs to read newspapers. Though I do watch TV once a while, I have been taught by you to read newspaper daily. You were from the Independence generation but you were well versed with the Google’s of the IT world and any latest thing. You were so young at heart that my friends used to compliment me that if I left my friends with you in the room, you made sure that they were comfortable and you talked to them on things that they liked. Be it when I was in school, when I went to college, when I was graduating, or even when I joined work. It is a very tough thing to understand another person and talk their language. You were a master at that.

I need to clarify that you were never a blind believer of faith. You were a Hindu. You believed in the existence of God. But you, just like dad, never followed anything ‘blindly’. And that for your times is more than revolutionary. In a country where some believers (and most of your siblings) do not eat garlic, you told me that you cooked curries with garlic in them and ate. Your logic being that garlic is good for health. I know people put a strand of grass on every edible item on the day of an eclipse (be it solar or lunar) as a belief that there is a serpent that eats the sun or the moon during the eclipse and this strand of grass will slit the serpent and thus help the food from getting ‘poisoned’. You used to laugh at that logic that people give. You never believed that and in fact you used to make fun of people who followed that belief. May be I got my religious inclinations with the logic embedded in it from you and dad. My friends ask me if I believe in God and if I go to temples and my answer is that I believe in someone above and I know that I am a Hindu but I don’t need to go to a temple to find God.

You have been very brave. You used to stay in a house which had a graveyard just beside it. When people used to ask if you never used to get scared, your answer always used to be that you were never scared but if you saw any ‘ghosts’ you don’t mind saying ‘Hi’ to the ‘neighbor’. You came to Hyderabad during the ‘Jai Telangana’ and ‘Jai Andhra’ movements. You always put a ‘tilak’ that only ladies from Andhra used to put. People warned you that it was not safe to wear that kind of long tilak in Hyderabad. You never changed yourself for the society. You said that you saw goons on the streets but you were never scared. You continued your trademark style. I guess I got a small proportion of it from you, but, I wish I had gotten more of it – I value society a bit more than you used to and may be acted some based on the society. If it were you in my place, I am pretty sure you never would have done that. That makes me proud of you and makes me think of emulating it. I hope I do emulate you on that front one day.

You always valued friends over relatives. That is something dad also had. And I am proud that I went on you both on that front. That does in no way mean that you disliked your relatives, but, your friendships were strong, stronger than any relatives. And your friendships were based on matching of wavelengths, of understanding each other and on being in tune with your friends. I know recently you met with your childhood friend. The day you both came face to face with each other after ages was priceless. I am fortunate to have been a witness to that. That day I was very happy for your friendship. Tears rolled from both you and your friend’s eyes when you met and hugged each other. It was after a gap of more than 50 years that you met her just months before you left. For your times it was uncommon to make friendships with people from other religions. You had one of your closest friends who were a Muslim. Your friends used to feel comfortable in your company and were proud of your friendship. I will be really happy the day my friends feel the same about me.

Your love for me had no boundaries. Your life started with me and ended in me. After dad passed away, you wrote in a book, and later told that your heart had two parts and one of it died the day dad passed away. You lived only for me – your ‘Sri babu’, the other part of your heart that was still beating. I know I have been fortunate to be with you for the largest chunk of your life – more than the duration you yourself spent with your parents, more than the duration you spent with dad. But the greedy me feels that it is not enough. When you left me exactly one year back, people tried consoling me that you were tired and that it was time for you to go; that you went to a better place; that you needed some rest and wanted to spend time with dad. But my heart is unable to buy that, even today. I still search for you everywhere, I long to hear your caring but strong voice, I want to feel your hand on my head. I know I cannot fight my fate, I know I cannot change His decision; I know I cannot reverse time. But, I know mom, that I will meet you, I will see dad and you, I will still make you run around just to eat my food, I will always keep saying that I am my dad’s son just to check if it made you feel any jealous, I will sleep in between dad and you, I will insist on sitting in the front of the car, I will still ask you for the best dishes which you will cook and the best things in the whole world that you will get me with a smile. I shall, one day...

It has been the longest one year that I lived. I know I need to gather the shattered pieces of me, buck up, and, just like you, I need to face the world – on my own terms.

Miss you Maa, you are the best mom in the whole wide world!


Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Five Images That Prove That Humans NEVER Were, Are And Can Be 'Humane'

The image that I, as many of you might have, seen last week, of Alan Kurdi in the newspapers all across the world has shook me to the core. May be that sense of shock is what has prompted me to share with all of you the five images that involved children that make me hate this world every time I see them. These five images, for me, depict the worst that the world and we the people of this world should hang ourselves in shame of, if not for committing these crimes, but, because we have been silent and 'numb' to these things happening and let the world come to the state that it is right now.

The first such image that I ever remember is from closer home. It was the image of a father burying his daughter on the day after Bhopal gas tragedy on that fateful night of December 1984. The innocent child might not even have realized that she was breathing MIC (Methyl Iso Cyanide) which leaked out of Union Carbide's (now called Dow Chemicals) Bhopal plant in Central India. This lethal gas leakage has resulted in over 20,000 deaths and a lot more still facing the after effects even till date. I personally feel that it is the worst thing that can ever happen to a parent is to conduct the funeral of their son/daughter. There is nothing that comes anywhere closer to that in terms of heartbreak. May be that is the reason that this image that for me depicts the horrors of Bhopal gas tragedy taken by Pablo Bartholomew makes me skip a heartbeat and chokes me.



The closest second image that I will ever see as the worst image will definitely be that of Alan Kurdi's body swept ashore. Here was a Syrian family trying to run away from the horrors of their homeland and try reach 'the shores of safety'. They were refugees who were running away from a war - a civil war and militants. Instead, what this family ended up reaching was the worst horror. The family was trying to swim across and in the process, drowned in the Mediterranean Sea trying to swim to the Greek islands. Their final destination was to reach Canada where they wanted to seek asylum as Kurdish refugees from Syria facing the tyranny of IS. That image is so fresh in front of my eyes that it made me come back to my blog and share my anguish.



The next image that shook my core was that from the 1993 famine of Sudan. Here was the heart wrenching image of a kid who looked lifeless and starved. He might not have eaten for days if not weeks and he is not in a state to even move. But, famine is something that affects everyone, vultures included. So, there is this kid trying to move in search of food which he seems to have had may be days or weeks ago. And in the background is this vulture who is waiting for its 'food'. Later on I read that it was not just I but there were a lot of people who got shocked watching that image and it stood in my memory till date.


Then there is this image of a bunch of kids (again), running helter skelter during the Vietnam War. The naked girl was running, crying, screaming because she was burnt on her back which was a result of a South Vietnamese bombing of the area where she lived.


The last image that haunts me and I wanted to share in this post is that of the famous 'Afghan girl'. Here was a girl who was pictured in a refugee camp in Pakistan during the Soviet intervention in Afghanistan of the 80's. Her green, piercing eyes told the untold story of the gory tales of a civil war or an attack and what the affect of a war has on helpless civilians. This image has become so iconic (I use this word because of sheer lack of any negative word to describe it) with the Afghan refugee crisis and the future of a generation that was wiped out.


The unanswered questions that still poke me and my conscience is what did these innocent kids do that they had to pay with their lives? As a race, are we humans progressing really? Is war not unavoidable? Where is the end to human greed and aspiration? Are we humans the 'most evolved' or the 'torch bearers' on this planet and are we really worth calling ourselves the ones who are saving the planet when we don't value our own. Are we forgetting that this world is something that we have received on loan from our future generation and we need to return it back to the next generation at least as good as we have received it, if not better. Is 'collateral damage' such a simple term? Why doesn't the 'someone's freedom fighter another ones terrorist' axiom still find acceptance in the world? Can we, for once, give peace a chance? Can we, for once, let our children see a better tomorrow, see a rainbow, see a sunset, and have a smile on their face, and have that sparkle in their eyes ignite a better world?

PS: Though I have come across these five images in freely available on the www, I am not sure if any of these are still copyrighted and feel that the photographers deserve a mention to have shown us the mirror - a horrifying one at that. Afghan girl was taken by Steve McCurry for National Geographic. The Vietnamese girl was taken by Nick Ut for AP. The Bhopal gas tragedy image was taken by Pablo Bartholomew. The Sudan famine photograph was taken by Kevin Carter. Aylan Kurdi's image was captured by Nilüfer Demir.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

History Repeats Itself...

When Karl Marx said, “History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce”, probably he didn’t realize the 21st century truth. Had he known the reality of 21st century, he might have as well said, “History repeats itself, first as tragedy, and then as comedy every time after that time after time to make us roll out on the floor with laughter”. I blame, err… give social media the full credit for making a non-issue into one, that too at the national level. And for getting a guy to prominence which neither he nor his political outfit deserved. It would have totally gone unnoticed by me had it not happened that about a dozen friends of mine shared some YouTube clippings on their Facebook profiles. I would never have gotten to hear one of the humorous speeches that would have given even top late night stars like Jay Leno a run for their money. Had I stopped at listening to just the clippings or had I not known the background of the speaker or his party or the life of an average Hyderabadi, I am sure I too would have reacted the same way – shock and dismay. I read the way some prominent national level journalists have responded in their editorials. I wish I could present them with a CD of ‘Angrez’ because it had a character of ‘Salim Pheku’ in it which is what I would compare this speech with.

When I heard about the jingoism and as one of a trainer friend of mine used to say ‘thigh beating’ for the first time, (and that was when I heard THE speech in bits and pieces I should admit), the first thought that crossed my mind was that of a Déjà vu. It took me back to my childhood days when I was as curious as I am now and asked my dad about an old structure bang opposite our family home at Kothapet. He told me that it was a ‘burj’ that was of great help during my grandpa’s times. And when I prodded more, he said that it was from the top of that ‘burj’ that villagers of Kothapet (someone from our family was the ‘Mali Patel’ of Kothapet, my dad was the last ‘Mali Patel’ of Kothapet until N T Rama Rao abolished that post)used to keep an eye for the ‘Razakars’ and to protect the village from those Razakars. I was curious as to whom on earth were those! I left it at that, but, kept it for another day. Later, I asked this question again, but, this time, when my dad was sitting with one of his friends. That friend happened to be the ‘Mali Patel’ of Singur, the town which is the source of Manjira water for the twin cities of Hyderabad Secunderabad. He was kind enough to tell me in detail what/who the Razakars were. Razakars were the private militia with a vowed to lay down their life for the leader (read Nizam) and the party (Majlis-e-Ittehadul-Muslimeen) and would fight to the last to maintain the Muslim hegemony in the State of Hyderabad and were working under the leadership of Qasim Razvi. It is this Qasim Razvi who is the ‘tragedy’ of my post. He was from the times of the last Nizam’s rule and was a practicing lawyer in Osmanabad who got a bit too much carried away and was the Frankenstein monster that the Nizam himself has created. Here I would want to share what I know about this original ‘Sher-e-Deccan’. Qasim had his roots from UP and has moved to the Hyderabad state in search of greener pastures. This lunatic had a dream of unfurling the Nizam’s flag on the Red Fort, New Delhi. I couldn’t believe this when I learnt it first, but, based on my research, I now know that it indeed was a fact and there are quotes attributed to him. Qasim was a prominent face of ‘Majlis-e-Ittehadul-Muslimeen’ (this MIM is the mother of the current day AIMIM, detailed story later in this post) and went on to be the last president of ‘the King’s party’. The original Sher-e-Deccan didn’t just stop at saying that he “would plant the Asaf Jahi flag on the Red Fort in Delhi” (yes, in his dreams! Red Fort is waiting for that!).

He also said:

- “There is a need for the banks of Musi and Jamuna to converge

Aah... I wish that happened. I still wish that would happen, in my life time. Rivers should be nationalized and linked to avoid irrigation and drinking water issues

- “The day is not far off when the waves of the Bay of Bengal will be washing the feet of our sovereign” (remember that the Hyderabad state was a land-locked princely state with allegiance to the British crown)

Not sure if he had a plan to submerge the coastal areas so as to get Bay of Bengal to come till Nalgonda or Khammam. I wish there was some documentation on the ‘stuff’ he was ‘high’ on and which made him hallucinate to this extent

- "It is constantly being said for the last six months that Hyderabad would be attacked. The Indian Union cannot attack Hyderabad for another 600 years. If she does, she would destroy herself... The day Hyderabad is attacked I would not be responsible for the safety of the Red fort. A fire would spread in every direction"

With the advantage of hindsight, I can say that it took exactly 6 days (from 13th September to 18th September, 1948 and it didn’t need 600 years. And yes, there were fireworks and not fire in all directions

- "If Hyderabad's fate would be that of Junagadh then Red Fort's fate would be worse."

Not many people remember what Junagadh is, but, they sure do know what Hyderabad is

- “Death with the sword in hand, is always preferable to execution by a mere stroke of the pen” boasted the MIM head and ‘Sher-e-Deccan’ when Nizam was advised to sign the instrument of accession by some of his advisor

- Again, with the advantage of hindsight, I can say that after all the boastings and verbal diarrhea he didn’t practice what he preached

- But the topping on the ice is what he said when he went to New Delhi post 1947 in an attempt to ‘threaten’ the Union Government. It was a dud, as expected, and he is quoted to have told the ‘Sardar’ of Bardoli “…if Government of India insisted on a plebiscite, the final arbiter could only be the sword”. Though it is not documented, I am pretty sure that the Iron Man of India would have laughed at this statement at Qasim’s face.

It is this kind of talk that invited/expedited the ‘Police Action’ though I do not want to sound in any way undermining the atrocities committed by the Razakars on the citizens of the Hyderabad state. Loot, arson, terror and murder – these have started to replace peace, tranquility and justice for the people of Hyderabad. I have seen a sense of fear in the eyes of people who faced the wrath of Razakars in the almost one year prior to Operation ‘Polo’. The biggest slap on the face of the father of Razakar movement came from none other than the Nizam himself for whom this militia came into existence. In his first (and last) radio broadcast indicating the surrender of Nizam’s state to Indian union where the Nizam said “In November last, a small group which had organized a quasi-military organization surrounded the homes of my Prime Minister, the Nawab of Chhatari, in whose wisdom I had complete confidence, and of Sir Walter Monkton, my constitutional Adviser, by duress compelled the Nawab and other trusted ministers to resign and forced the Laik Ali Ministry on me. This group headed by Qasim Razvi had no stake in the country or any record of service behind it. By methods reminiscent of Hitler-ite Germany it took possession of the State, spread terror… and rendered me completely helpless.”

At around 4PM on 18th September, 1948 when the Nizam’s army headed by an Arab Gen El Edroos surrendered to Major Gen J N Chaudhari, there was no trace of the ‘tigers’ a.k.a. Razakars anywhere around. India’s fate and that of the Red Fort were better than ever and will remain so even after Hyderabad’s fate was exactly the same as that of Junagadh. There was no ‘fire’ that spread in ‘all directions’, just fireworks of jubilation in Hyderabad. Musi never met Jamuna and nor did the warm waters of the Bay of Bengal wash the feet of Nizam who was sitting in the King Koti palace at that time. The ‘king’s party’, MIM was dismantled and banned. The ‘Sher’ has been tamed, tried and sentenced to a seven year rigorous imprisonment for the atrocities committed. He served the sentence partly in Chanchalguda prison and partly in Pune’s Yerwada prison (in the news recently because it was where Pakistani Kasab was executed). When he finished his term he was released with a condition that he would leave Hyderabad (and also India) in 1957. He came to Hyderabad for a day or two to pack his bags and summoned MIM leadership (or whatever was left of it). He wanted to migrate to Pakistan and wanted to hand over MIM. Of the 140 odd members, hardly 40 came to the meeting and no one was ready to take up the mantle of the dissolved/banned party. Qasim was desperate and it is told that he was ready to hand over the ‘reigns’ to any Muslim over 12 years. At the end Wahaab Owaisi took over the ‘party’ and it was renamed as ‘All India Majlis-e-Ittehadul-Muslimeen’ (AIMIM) which still exists as a political party confined to the twin cities. Qasim Razvi migrated to Pakistan where he lived (and died) a non-existential life quite opposite to the ‘Sher-e-Deccan’ life of his Hyderabad times.

This was about the ‘tragedy’ (taking a queue from good old Marx). I say that this is a tragedy because Qasim Razvi’s life and acts resulted in a lot of pain, deaths, duress, and a deep mark and created a divide between the Hindus and Muslims which was not known or heard of until that time in Hyderabad. Qasim Razvi is nothing more than a tragedy according to me even after quoting his speeches which can be termed as anything between hilarious and was an epitome of lunatic gibberish at its best. Now I turn my post to the ‘repeated comedy’ part of all this, to the now famous speech of Nirmal. The irony of both these characters is so glaring that it cannot be missed:

- Both these 'leaders' were referred to as ‘Sher-e-Deccan’ (the song ‘Slim Shady’ runs in my head. Can the real Sher-e-Deccan, please stand up… please stand up)

- Both speeches made in and around Hyderabad, my birth place, a place which I always knew as a place where Hindus and Muslims (and people of all religions) lived a peaceful life

- Both these people belonged to the same political outfit, and ideology

Coming to the neo Sher-e-Deccan, Akbaruddin Owaisi, he is supposed to be the ‘fire brand’ of his political outfit, AIMIM. I feel that his speeches and style can be compared with a Raj Thackeray of MNS. This Owaisi is the grand son of the Wahaab Owaisi who took over the reigns of the banned outfit MIM from Qasim Razvi. AIMIM is a strong force in the old city areas of Hyderabad. Akbar strikes a chord with the younger generation of AIMIM supporters, predominantly Muslims thanks to his mostly inflammatory speeches. I have listened to the full speech of this ‘neo Sher’ that he delivered at Nirmal and the one that has become very famous with millions of clicks/views on YouTube. I am not interested in going into the anti Hindu utterances by him in that speech. He is neither competent nor capable of talking about any religion, let alone his own religion. Hinduism or for that matter any religion is so magnanimous that it has seen many a Owaisi come and go in sands of time and they cannot be tarnished by such utterances. However, I pick four ‘gems’ from that speech which are worth discussing:

i. “hum gaye to khaali haath nahi jaayenge taj ko le jayenge, laal quila ko le jayenge, aur qutub minar ko le jayenge” – “if we are made to leave (India), we wont go empty handed, we will take the Taj, the Red Fort and the Qutab Minar along with us

I am not sure that the learned MLA is in knowledge of reality that it is India that is home to the second largest Muslim population on earth, second only to Indonesia and that no one has (and I am sure will never) ask any person from any religion to leave India. India has never agreed the ‘Two Nation Theory’, fortunately so. And our constitution in its preamble declares India as a ‘Socialist, Secular, Democratic Republic’ and the fundamental rights of the land bestow upon its people to freely practice any religion without fear. If these facts are known to the ‘neo Sher’, he wouldn’t have thought or imagined or hallucinated that someone is asking Muslims to leave India. Muslims and Hindus (and all the people belonging to all other religions) are the assets of this land, if a Hindu Dr Rajaramanna was heading Pokran I, then; it was a Muslim Dr Abdul Kalam who was heading Pokran II. They never thought of getting things to India, not of taking things away

ii. “Arre Hindustan, hum 25 karor hai na, tum 100 karor hai na, theek hai, tum to hamare se tine zyaada hai, theek hai, 15 min ke liye ye police ko hataalo, bataadenge kisme himmat hai, kaun taakatwar hai!” – “Oh Hindustan, we are 250 million right? You (Hindus) are a billion right? Fine. You are so larger in numbers than us right, that’s fine. Remove this police for 15 minutes and we shall show you who is brave and who is strong

Hindustan is another name for India derived out of ‘Sindhu’/Indus (Sindhu+sthan – Hindu+sthan) and is an Urdu word. Hindustani does not just refer to Hindus but it refers to everyone who lives in this land. I never knew that India is a big ‘akhada’ where domination is the name of the game. Does he represent the entire 176 thousand odd people of Chandrayangutta constituency or just a section of it? I do not want to know his answer to this question! Remove the police? For what again? This ‘responsible’ politician is known to take law into his own hands or to threaten to do so. He threatened to behead not just P V Narasimha Rao but also Salman Rushdie and Taslima Nasreen. The actions of these three are debatable, but, taking law into your own hands? He went to the extent of slapping Taslima while she was on a visit to Hyderabad. This not just tarnished his image, but, also that of Hyderabad

iii. “muaaf karnaa, mere bhai, kasha bhi kuch hua, kahi bhi hua, to phone aata hai, 'Akbar bhai, yaha gadbad ho gaya aa jaiye. Akbar bhai aisaa ho gaya, Akbar bhai waisa ho gaya'. kasha humara bhai phone karke nahi bola ki 'Akbar bhai aisa hua, to mai aisaa kar diya'. aayinda phone aaya to bolnaa 'aisaa hua thaa, aisaa kar liye, ab Akbar bhai ab tum sambhaal lo'” – “sorry my brother, whenever something happens anywhere I get a call ‘Akbar bhai, there is an issue here, please come. Akbar bhai, this happened, something else happened’. None of my brothers have called me to say ‘Akbar bhai this happened and I retaliated in this way’. Going forward when you call me, tell me ‘Akbar bhai, this has happened, I have retaliated in this way, now please take care of us and the situation’

I guess this is what every politician does and this is how most politicians confide in their battery of lawyers and chartered accountants. I am pretty sure that he might have said something on these similar lines when media raked up this issue and the law started to catch up with him – ‘my dear lawyers, I said this, I did this, now please save me’. I wonder that this forty plus year old guy has the strength to talk passionately (and rake up passions too) for hours together. This, he could do despite having a bullet in his abdomen (which was a result of a ‘gang war of dominance’). But when the cops called on him, he had to hide behind the fact that he has a bullet in him and he cannot sit at a place and stand the questioning. He can sit in a flight to London, but, not in a prison cell. Playing innocence and playing victim when there is evidence mounting against one is the best way to retaliate I guess

iv. “Aye Allah ka shukar hai mere saamne ye mic hai. Kal ko ye mic nahi kuch aur thamaalu, to Hindustan ke 1000 baras ki taareeq mein duniya ne utnaa khoon kharaaba nahi dekhaa hogaa jo iss mulk mein ho jaayegaa” – “Thank God that it’s a mic in front of me. Some day I might as well grab ‘something else’ and not a mic and on that day, there would be so much of bloodshed that in the thousand year history of India, the world would have never seen before

WOW! I am still rolling on the floor laughing.

I am very clear when I say that if I do not like someone talking (or acting) bad against any other religion, caste, region or ethnicity, I do not distinguish and take a different stand if the speaker is a Hindu or a non-Hindu. I condemn any ‘anti-anything’ speech that fans animosity irrespective of it coming from anyone be it an Owaisi or a Gandhi (the ‘new’ Gandhis… I don’t want to shock the poor old man in his grave) or a Thackeray. I hold my country and its constitution in the highest of regards and take immense pride in the democratic, multi-cultural and multi-ethnic lifestyle of our land.

But, as I have mentioned in the first paragraph, both these paper tigers remind me not of any tragedy or farce as Marx has guessed, but instead as a comedy. And as I said, the first character that I can think of which closely resembles both is that of ‘Salim Pheku’ from the movie ‘Angrez’. This Salim Pheku is a quintessential looser from Hyderabad who wants to make the world believe that he is the winner and is ready to create a story to prove that he is a winner and is the best. Here is a sample why I say that:

Salim Pheku: kal Krishna oberoy mein daawat thi... daawat mein jaate, manageraan venageraan poora hallo hai bole... main bola party kidhar chalri boleto, 'BLANKET' hall mein chalri bole... (kounsi hall mein???!!!!!) BLANKET HALL yaaron... blanket hall mein aisa ghusthe hi, poore loga nachre… Mein bola apun nachenga to poore pottiyan mereku lapat jaate, to mein aisa baaju se nikal raha hoon... to do loga thaire the, jaate vaate logan se kya bolrai maalum, "arey inhe English filmon ka hero dikhra nai?"

(Ismail bhai: Abba....)

Ab mein hallu jaake table pe baitha, waiter aa ke bola "sir any thing thanda garam", ab sharab to mein peeta nai, mein ek all mix fruit juice la bolke bola... aisa baith te hi saamne se Mallika dekhli...

(Ismail bhai: Mallika??!! kaun?)

Arey 'MURDER' yaaron, baajuk leke aake boli "Hi Salim where are you, how do you do, naayudu" bolke...

Phir mereku lapatli ustaad, lapat ke idhar puppy, udhar puppy, tum samajhrai na, idhar puppy, udhar puppy mera phulnaa shuru ho gaya...

(Jahangir: kya phulnaa shuru hogaya baap Salim..?)

Arey saas phulnaa shuru hogai yaaron...

Mallika-"Salim mujhe long drive pe jaana hain"

Salim -" ab main usse Hyderabad mein long drive pe kahaa le jaoo? Aaisse banjara hill se panjagutta se sida necklace road se tank band par lete he kya boli maloom?”

Mallika-"Salim mereku ice-cream hona" bolte he to main moazzamjahi market kane roka… Arre mashoor ice-cream hain na yaaron? Wahaa paanch paanach cup ice-cream khaaye.

Ismail bhai "panch panch cup??!!!"

Salim-"arre ithe ithe cupaa the yaaron"

“khaliye baad mai bola ab to tum thande hogaye sidha usko lekar gaya Krishna oberoi tak… Ab tum jao ghar ko main bhi jaroo. Goodnight.” Toh woh kya boie maloom "Salim aab tum jaana vaana nahi aise kaise hota? Tum mere saath room ko chalo kuch bataana hai"

“Ab main kya kara woh bolri bolke room ko chalaa gaya. Ab room ku chale jaaneke baad raat bhar kya hua maloom? Nakko pucho!”