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Friday, May 14, 2010
To call your nation a united one , standing tall with its diversity
And then be looked upon as a traitor
How humiliating a form of discrimination can get?
Sir John Strachey , a member of the Governor General’s council who helped in the establishment of British Raj in India expounded in his lectures that ‘India’ was merely a label of convenience , ‘a name which we give to a great region including a multitude of different countries’. Besides, there is not , and never was an India , or even any country of India possessing , according to any European ideas , any sort of unity –physical, political,social or religious.
His lectures were studied by those who worked in India after coming down from Cambridge.
However provoked we may feel as Indian citizens but how much do we do to counter the deep seated bias in ourselves? Why don’t we learn lessons out of history when we were divided to rule?
The term discrimination, whenever read in the Indian context mentioned in our textbooks was always related to the derogatory behaviour of Britishers towards us in the pre independence era , the class divide in India where the lower castes are still facing the scorn of the society and the trend has been on since time immemorial(dating back to inception of the classes)… There are many such prejudices which our society nurtures. One of the lot is the racial profiling of muslims in India. How easy has it become for us to think of a terrorist only as a muslim, making the two words sound synonymous to the ears. The nonchalance with which its exclaimed makes matters worse.
Every attack in the Indian subcontinent is followed with discussions from parliament to the streets of India about the terrorists , Islam , jehad and muslims. If its alright to question the tenets of Islam for the activities of the terror groups and treat muslims contemptuously accompanied with irrational detention of muslim youth then it should be equally right to push all the people behind the bars who created mayhem in Ayodhya over Ram Janam Bhumi issue and destroyed Babri masjid. If not terror then what was it? Like always, all of us should gear up our bias instincts towards all the hindus who were involved in the gory incident.Should not we?
Remember Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam? Surely , everybody does but the question wasn’t asked to check your memory , it was to remind his visionary ideas , scientific accomplishments and above all his position of an ex first citizen of India- The President. Was it just a token attempt to represent India as a secular power at the worldstage?
Racial profiling is one out of the sea of issues which divide us . Bias is the only irrational answer to these problems.
Why cannot we think of progressing as India , why cannot we nullify Strachey’s thinking, why cannot we think of people as human beings, why do caste , language ,religion , class , gender take the better of us ?Why? On a lighter note , it looks like we were not designed to live together by almighty ( Found another irrational excuse to the entire problem).
P.S. This time around I have got published in college magazine . The first piece in the english section it is. The info is for those of you who have an access to MCMz college magazine. This piece was not considered worth it ..guess I should have worked a little more on it or probably its too radical for them to publish it in a college journal but thats how I feel and thanks to blogger, I can make a handful of people read this either on their own or forcibly :)
Reliving a usual day at Mr. AKz pg
We hardly cared for the sunrise or sunset…we had our own customized version of the day which started at 8 am in the morning ( at the earliest or three four hours later :P). Who cared for the sunrise anyway , it was sun’s job and none of our business. By 11, rubbing off our eyes , we looked at each other with hungry eyes ( no such connotations , don’t take it otherwise) and everyone uttered the regular refrain ,“ Bahut bhookh lag rhi hai yaar” , knowing the fact that we had eaten every edible thing available around in the night.Then , began the hunt for food , by knocking other room’s doors , with pleading eyes for any , I repeat ANY sort of food available with them . Did I mention , there were some people who used to get their morning paranthas , and do I need to mention that if they didn’t offer us , we hated it and our animalish quotient for food multiplied manifold!
Okay , there came the vendor and in no time , one of us used to dash to the street to grab our share of veggies and the other animalish fella threw down 10 bucks (for 3 pyaz , 3 tamatar, 1 shimlamirch and dher sari free mirchi).Later, we gathered for discussion round, what to have?...porridge , poha , maggieeee , top ramen etc etc were the options back then and we used to have NoNE Of the basic materials required .Thereafter , we used to begin staring at each other for finding the innocent lamb who would deck up and take Baawna’z(H missin :d) super Activa ( did I say bhawnaz? It hardly belonged to her. She just used it for getting it refueled for the pg …how so generous!) to get something from the confectionary store. Meanwhile all of us , huddled and worked together as if we were making a super grand breakfast for the entire colony. And on one of those lazy days , we used to settle for aloo ka paranthas from Kumar Rasoi!
At around 1.30pm , our eyes headed towards the balcony with a glum expression on our face as if we were starving since ages( Okay , the breakfast we took at 12 was not so satisfying , a meager meal it was!..poor we!). Thanks to mummy’s lunch service , we didn’t miss our mummies that hard! The food used to be real scrumptious and we used to gulp it down in no time while dirtying around Uchikaz bed all the time ( what a wonderful host she was).And later, for the dessert part , thanks to our jijuz ,we always had unlimited supply of chocolates. This part of the day was always delighting till my buddies moved to the land of nod keeping me aloof most of the time.
After gedi’s in the evening and having spent all our time in the markets , we used to discover at night, "oopz! we dont have anything for dinner". Then began the usual beggary to which we had gotten accustomed to. Anyway, our pgmates were generous during this time of the day and Pooji and Suhaan always prepared brobdingnagian meals as if out of love for mankind ( and yes , for us too), be it pulao , upma etc. to satiate our ever growing hunger for food. And who can forget those ‘ halwa’ treats we used to give to ourselves! Yum , Yum!
Well that’s not the end , late in the night , we used to mutually beg for maggies and there were those cold coffee parties too with one packet of fat free milk to fill in so many tummies!
I am sure , I am successful in casting an impression that we were not just foodies but animals. I have just thrown light on the food part of the day , there’s lot more that we did but food being the necessity and common concern bound us bigtime! Love them all ! People always say there’s nothing like mothermade food , with due respect to my mother’s cooking skills , I feel food shared with friends when everybody is dying out of hunger and wants to devour the maximum share, when there’s nothing edible to eat and friends join up to make something out of nothing….and a lot more stuff like it…that is where you find the real pleasure in eating!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
A day back, my friend’s mother passed away.It triggered a train of thought in my mind and connected a many instances in life when I felt annoyed with life for not giving me what I wanted , when I envied others for what they had …but the most striking thoughts were those when I felt blessed for being born and brought up the way I am but still a little discontented with life for no good reasons at all.
Just wanted to share a few of those encounters!
The dilemma still persists!
The first year of college, the naïve me , and a whole lot of new things to think about! I was traveling by bus from Jalandhar to
The cherub ‘Roshni’!
If you have been to
And she left me dumbfounded!
I like visiting Mansa Devi temple with friends. It is located around IT park
As a regular affair, there were beggars soliciting for money outside the temple. We offered them Prasad as usual and as usual they wanted something more than that. But what happened after it was what I call utterly bizarre. This little girl came running to us asking for money,while asking for it ,she showered a million blessings on us, particularly that I would get married soon with the love of my life and I shall have wonderful kids. Now, why I mentioned this very blessing is important to know because when we refused to give any money , what she retorted follows : “ May you have kids before your marriage and you never get married after that”. Now,what kind of terrorism is that ? and who puts it into the nascent mind of a little girl baffles me more than her curses.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
A tinsel town it is…the place my mind wanders in….wherever may I be...it rambles in the lanes of the world of imagination…talks to an indefinite identity who is non existent for the outside world…finds its solace just in that identity wherever be it lost.
It always thought that world’s a bubble and so is the reality of all the creations crammed in it.
Bye the bye , it found an outlet in the real world…in the form of a soul who could make it laugh , cry , shriek and shout for him. It thought he was true , unlike the bubbles elsewhere , he considered it his best friend and poured out his heart all the time. It melted for him , it started thinking of itself a bit like other humans do. But gradually he found his soulmate and it became next to nothing for him. It was always there when he needed…but he left it nowhere! Anyway, all the best to him for life!
Then it met another He , He was a spark of hope so bright , making it almost fall for him . Yes , it eventually fell for him and He treaded on and crushed it , paying no heed to it who had almost transformed from it to a human being because of his liveliness in its life.
Ah poor it! How “affectionlorn” could one feel! Not a problem , it knew how to move on! And wished him a farewell which couldn’t be more polite J !
On goes the journey of our it, oh ! this time it starts metamorphosing into a worldly creature…yes , humans call it “She”…God ! full on she became a bollywoodish heroine…deeply in love with the new HE in life…God…HE had the wits to charm…not just her but all the bubbles around. HEz how she would best describe life…a dream in heart and a great vision in mind..HEz someone anybody would idolize and worship every day and night. And yes therez more to say as HE is an epitome of all whats right and disapproves of all whats left! She devoutly dreams and desires to be with HE cuz it seems the indefinite indentity has finally materialized into the best creation of the world.BISES POUR HE!!!
Long live HE!!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Early Mornings! Were these always as beautiful as these are??
Waking up late was an unwritten norm of my life,
To experience dawn was a far cry…..
Couldn’t imagine dawns to be that bright,
Till Roza and Sonali walked in my life.
They painted my mornings with their ‘R’ed ‘S’heen,
Just like sunrays in the early morning sky beam…
Filling up my life with strokes of delightful hues
Metamorphosised my mornings n took away all blues!
Luck by chance , we met in Alliance Francaise .Don’t know whom to thank but I cant thank enough the moment while walking in the land of nod , I happened to follow Sonali (a 22 years old Chandigarh resident)and Roza (28, Iranian student doing PhD in law from PU) (C’mon its not that easy to wake up so early for any damn class in the world).
On being followed , Sonali offered me to come along casually and I did J.Thereafter commenced the magnetic bonding amongst the three of us in the airy and splendid ambience of Notty Bhaiyas Cafeteria in Alliance Francaise. Having three cups of chai , maggi and sandwiches has become a routine of a sort while we talk our hearts out making a ‘khichdi’ of Hindi , Punjabi , Persian , French (as we just have a smattering of all these lingoz now) with English as a common link. Now, Sonali and I thank people by saying ‘Tashakor’ and Roza prefers ‘ Dhanyawaad’. J Roza’s chuckles and her cute hindi accent with Sonali’s mellifluous songs make my day !Our friendship stands as a great example of the collabaration of three cultures – Indian , Iranian and French(coutesy Alliance Francaise)
P.S.- A part of it got published in the indian express on frienship day...if they cudnt publish our whole story...hw does it matter....i can!! :)