Sunday, 19 January 2020

Dear Modi Bhakts


I am sick and tired of Modi Bhakts going on, and on, and on about how our dear leader is beyond reproach because the Muslims did it first, Pakistan started it, the West is a jerk. 

Who says that Godhra is forgotten?  Where did these people get that idea from?  The only reason it isn't as relevant in today's news is because those people who committed it are not the Prime Minister of India today.  Nobody's forgotten anything.  

It was an act of terror.  It was horrifying and terrible,  and is recognized as such. 

My Hindu uncle in the train didn't do anything.  But neither did my Muslim aunt in Ahmedabad.  And the man who let it happen is sitting in the PM's chair today,  and that is why we talk about it more than we do about Godhra.  It doesn't imply that anything has been forgotten or mis-remembered.  It's about the relevance in the present context.  

And I'll very politely ask you too look up how many fatwas have been issued against  terrorism,  acts of maiming and murder,  and terrorists,  and terror groups.  They condemn it.  It's not covered by the media that's in the business of propaganda.  Now,  I don't know if you are indeed ignorant of how deeply and widely Muslims condemn terrorism,  or if you've deliberately chosen to close your eyes to knowledge that goes against what you've been taught,  that Muslims are either terrorists,  or if not,  they support it,  or if not, they don't speak against it.  

They do.  It's merely not covered by popular media.  

Now I'd like to divert you to the recent attacks towards the end of Ramadan in Turkey,  Bangladesh,  Mecca etc.  The terrorists have a certain awful interpretation of the Koran,  and the Muslims who disagree are targeted just as much as the rest of us are.  And they are harassed, and punished worse cause they are held more responsible for their betrayal.  

Also, you will kindly notice that most Muslim majority countries aren't republics. They are run by vicious, fundamentalist dictators,  and you are very,  very deeply mistaken if you think for a second that the subjects of these autocratic nations have any liberty to speak up,  or enjoy any rights to free speech,  and press.  

The statements of the despotic kings are released to the world,  the words and sentiments of their greater public aren't.  Let's not blame an oppressed people for not 'condemning',  when we really have no information about their real thoughts and feelings.  

Terrorism does not have a religion.  Neither is terrorism a modern invention.  In the medieval ages,  most terrorists were Christians,  and now they happen to be Muslims.  

But they truly have no religion.  They have no God.  They are terribly misled and morally bankrupt people with schizoid tendencies.  

You are spreading a message of hate,  when you blame it on Islam.  There are billions of Muslims who are peace loving, generous ,  and lead kind lives; in far greater numbers than all the terrorists combined.  

You do not win by fighting hate with hate.  And this attitude of blaming and persecuting people who are blameless only helps the terrorists who then  have the opportunity to say "See  we told you that they hate you. They will always treat you different, never accept you. You will never be loved,  so come join our side, and let's get rid of these people who are ill-treating you." 

And thus,  it's this attitude and rhetoric that turns more people into terrorists than anything that they themselves do to recruit.  And we become responsible for creating monsters through our hate.  

And it's not enough to shout from rooftops about what a wonderful country India is,  and what a great man Gandhi was and so on and so forth,  if we never in reality embrace the concept of love,  and fighting with kindness.  

And finally terror attacks aren't on top of any fatal cause lists.  It's mostly propaganda and fear mongering by the press and the politicians. And a little discretion is in order to not get carried away on this pretend wave of hate and fear.  

A lot of 'terror attacks'  are performed by white supremacists,  neo nazis,  psychopaths, bullied &  harassed spirits, police authority,  and extremist right wing people.  They just don't happen to get as much press coverage.  

I urge you to be more vigilant about the news you believe,  the circumstances of the people and the worlds they live in,  and practice enough kindness and discretion to see what's really  going on, and mull over it long,  and deep,  and not give in to being spoon fed by selfish,  greedy agencies that have a strong interest in making sheep of all people.  

An eye for an eye does make the world blind. And no, a blind world is not acceptable.  There's this thing called called 'humanity', and there's a desperate need to keep it alive.  

That being said, in  this  particular context,  it's not an eye for an eye but a  hand for an eye, a heart for an eye,  a foot for an eye, an ear for an eye...  It makes no sense. 

Banning starving refugees and refugee 

children because ISIS operates from near there, and so we are going to punish these innocent people and leave  them to die makes no sense. Just as little sense as killing innocent Muslims who have been living in Gujarat forever because a radical group of terrorists decided to murder a compartment full of Hindu pilgrims. 

It is not us versus them.  It's never been Muslims versus Hindus,  Blacks versus Whites,  Germans versus Jews.  I know that's what it looks like and how tempting it is to believe that,  but we need to have more discretion than it.  It is good people versus bad people.  That's what it's always been.  

We have a great number of Muslim jawans,  young men who fight and die to protect you, to protect us.  How do you think he feels when his sister is raped and his father is set on fire because some bad people who also happen to be Muslim, did some awful stuff to a hand full of Hindus.  

THEY ARE NOT THE SAME PEOPLE.  

Just as all Hindus aren't Shivsena and Ramsena,  all Christians aren't mass shooters and Fort Williamsburg Church members ; in that EXACT same way all Muslims are not bad people, and are most definitely not all terrorists.

As far as reservations and affirmative actions are concerned,  there are far more reservations and crutches in place for SC,  ST, and OBC categories than for Muslim, Christian and Parsi minorities.  

It's a constitutional loophole, we need to  take it to the government.  

Politicians use these reservations as bait for getting the minority vote. This too needs to be taken up with the government.  The people who are showered with these advantages,  by professional politicians who want to further their careers, are not to be blamed for the actions of their constituency leaders. 

I'm all in favor of the mandal commission opposition. At this stage I refuse to believe that anyone- Hindu SC, OBC, Muslim, Parsi -  need any kind of reservations.  And most definitely not after one has acquired a basic graduation degree. I do not,  however, differentiate and say give  it to Hindu lower castes, but withhold it from religious minorities.  I do not buy into those biases,  nor do I have any patience for morons who can't see how biased that stance is. 

This is exactly the kind of attitude that let the British and Jinnah divide and rule, what led to the partition  massacre.  This is the kind of dangerous sentimentality that urgently needs to be curbed if our species is to survive into the next century.  

There are ever so many Muslim philanthropists,  activists, nurses, aides who aren't talked about.  A label has been slapped on the entire community, and people are flared by hate speeches and partisan information into saying something as heinous as what you said yesterday,  that they had it coming,  that they deserved the inhuman crimes leveled against them, because of what a very small part of their religious community has been involved in.  

And before we make these terrible statements, and worse,  believe them, we need to look at this from a personal standpoint,  slip our feet into their shoes.  Now imagine that India were a Muslim majority nation (as opposed to a Hindu majority nation) ,  and almost 90% of our major leaders are all Muslim.  Now imagine that a small renegade group of extremist Hindus kill a train full of Muslims returning from Mecca.  It's a heinous crime committed by a group of misled, brainwashed, hate-filled Hindus whom you have nothing, at all, to do with.  

Now the Muslims in your city decide to hate and hold all Hindus accountable for the crime of a few who have already fled and are living in comfort somewhere.  The mob mentality (psyche)  prompts these Muslims into attacking your borough.  They start hacking your relatives with a machete,  gang rape your sisters and mother, set fire to your house, behead your father, and leave all these corpses to rot in garbage heaps.  

What can you do?  Whom do you look to for help, for aid?  Your police, your government.  You plead and beg for help before more horror spreads through your community.  And now imagine the guy who's supposed to have your back (whom you,  along with your Muslim neighbors voted into the Chief Minister's chair),  the guy you look to for help and protection merely turns his head away,  refuses to lend state help and as a leader wielding immense power buys into this extremely unfair rhetoric that you are to be held personally responsible for something you didn't even know was happening.  The fact that you are a good person who in fact, had friends, neighbors, and loved ones on that train.  

When your protector believes that you, your family and friends need to suffer unnameable atrocities as an example so that Hindu terror groups get scared and don't repeat their actions,  think how effective that is going to be.  

Psychotic people don't care about any 'examples'.  

Always think things through in terms of your family and loved ones, and you will mostly be able to see what's right, and what's wrong.  

And now if you still want to hate people based on their religion, race, and other attributes they were born into, then please think about whether that makes you a good person or a bad person.  

And finally please do think about how willing you are to sacrifice your loved ones so that a few extremists in your community can see their persecution, and gory murder,  and MAYBE stop their evil activities.  

There's no 'other side'  that I need to listen to.  There are no excuses people can make to justify murder.  There is no us and them.  And when your stray from the path of humanity, and stoop to the level of a terrorist, that makes one  a bad person.  And if one buys the arguments in favor of human versus human, that makes one foolish in addition to bad, hot-headed, gullible and not all that different from the people one indignantly condemns.

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Male Work, Female Work


My ideas have been very limited by the environment I grew up in, which let's face it has been far less than ideal. 
Like, in my mind, so far, work has always been divided into male work and female work, and I was always biased against female work cause I was taught that it was inferior. I'd decided outdoor-sy work into male work and indoor-sy work into female work; which is why I always fought with everyone saying I didn't want to cook, clean, wash and stuff. 


Last month I went to Guruji's place and stayed for a couple of days. Imagine. My cousin's been engaged for almost a year and I went now. If I had gone there a couple of months back, it would have afforded me a lot of peace of mind and I'd have been proud of what I learnt and the mature ideas I adopted. 

So, I was there ; the whole house and the temples and the ashram are all one big entity. They aren't separately located. And almost 400 people come over for lunch every weekend. So there I was serving food to 400 people and it was hot and I was getting very tired. I had to go back to the communal kitchen to get a refill and the kitchen was literally a furnace with huge boilers of rice and huge cauldrons of vegetables and curries and sambars on big open fires. And all the people who were cooking were men; not cooks, they were also people like me from the city who had come to the ashram for a few days. And they were on their feet in that insanely hot furnace,cooking. And Sri aunty was like, pick up a vessel and leave quickly, you guys won't be able to stand here for too long. And I was stunned. I mean here I was cursing my luck cause the women were supposed to serve which pretty much amounted to 400 situps per dish. And all the radical feminist stuff was running through my mind and I was even going to take it up with Guruji or Kamala aunty. But it wasn't like that at all. They had actually given us the lighter, much easier work cause girls are considered too delicate to do the other work, and it's true, we couldn't possibly have cooked there, in that heat and managed those heavy cauldrons. 

Next,the women were supposed to pick up and throw away all the banana leaves after people were done eating.I've been raised to think that picking up after someone is the most demeaning thing ever. I don't even take my dad's plate to the kitchen. So you can imagine how I felt about being asked to pick up used banana leaves (They are nothing short of disgusting). The rule goes that women aren't allowed to touch banana trees for getting the serving leaves and I thought it was terribly sexist, cause it's so clean and pleasant to pluck leaves, and so icky to clear up after meals. But get this, you might as well cut your arms and throw them into boiling oil than pull the leaves off the banana plants. They are so tight and sticky. I could barely pull off two leaves, and the guys had to get more than 400 leaves every morning. Picking up used leaves is heavenly work in comparison. Work is merely divided based on who can do what. Things aren't demeaning or disrespectful, they are just suited to your capabilities. 

And usually men are relegated the more strenuous work cause they are obviously stronger physically. And because of our idiocy, hard work seems clean and pleasant, and easy work seems dirty. 

Like the other day ( for a normal, everyday example. We don't live at the ashram),only the kids were at home and, my kid cousin Sivansh spilt a whole bottle of baby oil all over the tub. And you need this liquid soap to clean the tub, the usual stuff scratches it. It was a super hot day and someone had to run all the way to the super market to get the liquid (kids kept slipping whenever they went it). Now, I really couldn't have run off into the heat and walked all the way to and back from the super market. So my brother went. And because he had gone out to get it, I had to scrub and clean the whole tub. And, honest to god, it is cool, arm flexing work to clean and scrub. I'd have fainted on the way if I had tried to go out to buy the stuff. 


So, at 24.4, I learn that work is just easy work and hard work, and it's retarded to divide anything into male work and female work.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Generation Y

The highest amount of drama is created by people between the ages of 18 and 22. I'm 24 now and I suddenly feel displaced and dethroned. I was so caught up in my theatrical life , riding on a wave of high-drama and emotional excesses that I didn't realise I was about to be thrown off, that the kids of yesterday were right behind me , waiting to shove me down, step on my back, and ride high on what had been my wave.

It took a long time to see that I was no longer in the 'it' generation, the 'in' generation. That, I and my friends and my cousins, and everyone my age had been deposited on an obscure island. Here we sit, staring through our big, disillusioned eyes, at the 'kids' ---  younger siblings, riff-raff from our housing societies, baby-cousins. This is a whole different generation, a generation we had always looked down upon, a generation we elbowed aside, a generation we read stories to, a generation we gave rides on our bikes to, a generation who lived in constant envy and awe of our superiority--- a generation that hadn't mattered--- lives that were boring. Now, suddenly these kids have taken over. Their clothes, their games, their schools/colleges, their relationships are all that exist right now, are all that matter. My generation sits cobwebbed, licking its wounds and watching, hoping to crash their party.

Most of us have hit our quarter-life-crisis. We are dealing with issues we are too young and confused to make sense of . Job choices, spouse choices, research choices, lifestyle choices are only some of the demons that harass us. We don't have the time to get drunk and make viral videos, we have been thrown into real life, we need to get real to deal with these real things that belong in a real world. It's all too real.

Each of us think that everyone else has got it together, has it better than us, has somehow managed to make it work. Each one thinks he/she is the loser. Each one is nostalgic of their drama-days. It had hurt, it had terrified us, it even came near to breaking some of us but, it was like being on a drug. We were high through all the pain and nightmares. None of it had actually mattered, none of it was actually real.
These kids who are running the 'it generation' now disgust us old-timers.

Dear Jackasses,
You are living in a dream-world. You don't matter. Your drama doesn't matter. Your 'life' doesn't matter.
Sincerely,
Ex-Jackasses.

Friday, 21 November 2014

To My Best Friend At 24

I really, really miss you a lot. When I spoke to our friend James today, a lot of memories came flooding back. We had just met and hit it off, I had a couple of courses in your class, and we always sat together. You won't know this, but I was going through a rough patch, nothing as bad as now, but quite bad in its own right.  I remember sitting in the back and crying uncontrollably and silently while my classes were going on. but when I sat with you in some classes, I felt better, you were there to hold my hand through that pain. and because I had your support I felt stronger, and slowly started rising out of the blues. remember the time we went to this restaurant, and saw James across the lobby talking to someone, I had you to rant into. and you always let me blow off my steam. i was very happy that I was in your company; that I had someone I could call my own, my very own.
I can not believe my luck that I found you at such an unlikely turning and age. Usually people don't make new friends at the age we were.
and even now, I was destroyed, very literally destroyed and you pulled me through. I don't what I would've done without you. you were with me continuously, through the darkest hours of depression, through uncontrollable phases of crying when I just couldn't stop.  I see now that those gestures made a difference,  knowing you loved me and cared about me so much helped me to hold on while time passed. and I had and I am holding on to you. I will, forever and for always, be there when you need me, when you call on me. but, I'll always know that nobody deserves my loyalty as much as you do.
Speaking of loyalty, yours brings tears to my eyes. you've made me trust again. I'd sworn I'd never trust again, but I find myself trusting in you completely, with closed eyes. if it comes from you, I don't even have to think about it, I'd just assume it fact. you stand unsweveringly by me, accept all my shortcomings, my quirks and like me for who I am.  It means a lot.  I could trust you with my parents, my children. I know you'll always do right by me regardless of how wrong it might be. 
if I ever have children, I'd make you their god mother. and I know that even if she's really ugly, you'll still call her pretty and like her cause she'd be mine.  And you've proven beyond doubt that what's mine or what's yours is all ours.
i love you a lot, and I hope we stay like this forever.
even when I envision my future, I think along the lines of..  you and I will write a book together, you and I will teach together, you will help me crack an exam...  it might sound childish and silly, but when you truly love someone your brain sort of automatically involves them in everything, doesn't it?
Kudos to our friendship.
Now, I feel like crying cause I just miss you so much.