Friday, July 23, 2010

On... polarisation: Religious 1.

Something happened the other day. I was in class when there was a sudden discussion about something in Islam. The Professor turned to a guy and asked him to explain the term since he was a Muslim. When he couldn’t, the jocular response was, ‘You are supposed to tell Us people about Islam, Us people are not supposed to tell you’. Needless to say, it made me uncomfortable. Quite true that such remarks cannot be avoided by most and are considered in sync with the social norms. Us and Them. In this occasion, Muslim and Hindu. Just one doubt though – where do I fit in? I am not a Muslim, am definitely not a Hindu. Not by any compulsion through inter religious marriage, but by choice. Where do I, an atheist, who does not identify with any of the religions, but identifies with my multitude of friends who practice various religions, fit in? In Us or Them? What is the logic here? It is a bit like the binary code. If it is not 0, then it has to be 1. But am neither. What about millions of spiritual, but non religious people? Will a Hindu be the center of attention if he didn’t know the Vedas?

Let us jump to another scene. The lecturer and his much talked about hand! I happened to tell my friends that he had no common sense. Apparently it is pseudo secular to criticize the culprits but also comment on his lack of common sense. I don’t quite understand. I do not in any way condone the incident. But is it pseudo secular if I feel that the sentiments of a community were rightly hurt by the question in question? I find that very peculiar- maintaining that members of a community who have been pushed to the margins and hence volatile, should preserve their peace and calm when all around their identity is being questioned. Now, you may ask why I am bothered if I don’t believe in the oh-my-spaghetti-god. Valid query indeed. The answer is that I see a system feeding itself on polarization, a system which uses force and security to change attitudes (foolish!) and works on an entirely negative feedback, hence amplifying the output in the opposite direction. My dear ‘secular’ Malayalee friends should be thankful that Christianity is shrewd enough to understand it should limit itself to ‘idayalekhanam’ (apart from loosening their purse strings) in order to wield the same power and that Hindus in the state are led in two ever warring groups by a senile fool on one end and on the other, a guy who though hasn’t seen much of school still has an engineering college to his name.

When it comes to Muslims, nobody wants to talk about poor Muslim students being denied the opportunities to open bank accounts or get loans. Nobody wants to talk about why Shabana Azmi and Javed Akhtar became the face of moderate Muslims in India or about the ‘encounter killings’. Nobody seems to wonder over the increasing presence of burqas in the society or the Shiv Sena’s desperate attention seeking by rambling on about ‘love jihad’. Or Sweden, Belgium or France for that matter. It feels ridiculous to not expect ripples across the pond when there is a crackdown on Islam all around the world. And when suddenly there is an upsurge of idealistic extremism in an incident: congratulations, we were right to think of Muslims as terrorists. Anyone who points out the obvious is pseudo secular. I don’t like Islam for many reasons. For that matter, I equally despise Christianity and Hinduism. I do think Abrahamic religions have a way of tight control over believers which though initially were supposed to act as a coherent system for development, stagnated in the face of modernity. (Chile’s bishops are asking for clemency in the case of Pinochet’s generals.) I believe that Islam and Christianity sustain themselves through interconnected intellectual cannibalism and ethical necropsy. I am also wonderfully amused by the fact that Hindus have evolved to a point where they actually forget they originated from a region, rather than a religious ideology in particular, diving more and more into ignorance. Fascinating, actually. But do such beliefs of mine justify any prejudices towards Christians, Muslims and Hindus that I may have?

Definitely not! We have had our share of controversies regarding the Muslim Diasporas. I think no other community has been subjected to such extreme alienation, driving them more and more into seclusion. The typical view of the post modern religious tolerance amounts to Oriana Fallacci’s famous words "sons of Allah breed like rats". It is in this context that we should see the West attempting to strike a balance between being too tyrannical and lenient or refraining from blandly expressing the xenophobia which acts as both cause and effect of marginalization, as could be summarized by Fallacci’s words again, ‘Europe is no longer Europe, it is Eurabia, a colony of Islam, where the Islamic invasion does not proceed only in a physical sense, but also in a mental and cultural sense’. No Obama could undo what has been achieved by his predecessors. Laicite does not amount to undermining the need for change from within rather than imposing it on any section of the society. We need an identity campaign, on all repressive forms of authority and ignorance, including those stemming from religion. Any other course of 'action' tantamounts to disrespect of the second person. But, i do guess it is allowed in this society of structural conflicts. Something that is woven with the fabric of social framework and has merged with societal evolution cannot be undone by simply opting to pick out one or two threads. A paradigm shift is needed, by immersing the entire fabric in lukewarm water and letting it loosen up.

I want to write more. But I feel that as always, it is better to extrapolate as necessary rather than write a thesis which is not flexible.

To quote dear old Russell,
"I do not think that the real reason why people accept religion is anything to do with argumentation. They accept religion on emotional grounds. One is often told that it is a very wrong thing to attack religion, because religion makes men virtuous. So I am told; I have not noticed it."

I attack religion. But I refuse to attack a particular group of people without understanding the dynamics.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Pointless

Loud,
the truck rolled past with the cattle
tied to their deaths, slowly hobbling
their heads, inevitability brewing in
pungent air; chopped up to feed us.

Tied
to the fervor of the billions across
the globe of meat consumers akin,
we burst forth dissecting by section
the economy and political morality.

Quiet;
meat consuming me with bouts of
compassion, keeping me bound to
nothing and everything in between.

Words
soar high as passions fly cosmic,
food pyramid, morals, ethics of meat
warring each other, with no clear win.

I see,
one gently nudge its neighbor, rub
against the face of its doomed friend.
Even more gently the friend responds,
closed eyes and pointed ears.

Smile,
am thinking of the nerves, soul, its
bovine heart and sadly primitive brain,
and if its life is worth my primal gain,
when our car passes the truck, as we,
sit comfortably numb in the sharpness
of our precious thoughts.

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

On... Political Responsibility 2


The premise of this whole musing depends upon a person A. Since I usually use a first person narrative, let A=I. I was born in Kerala, India and grew up during the IT boom. Most of my friends pursued engineering and are working for MNCs. So, suppose I was one of them. I am not talking about the IT sector strictly, but the service sector which is growing at a fast rate and generates more and more jobs for youth every year. Since I grew up in an age of ‘controlled liberalism’ and globalisation, I began to see the world like most of my peers. (Remember, it is all a supposition.)It was fun. Living in a city, having all comforts. So I chose what my friends did. I did my graduation and went into the service sector. Life is extremely good here. I have so much money on my hands that I really don’t know how to spend it. Of course, I have to work as per my company’s needs and dictums. But why bother when I get all this money?

I believe that I should make more money and that is how I serve the nation. But, what nation? Isn’t it just a geo – political demarcation? I am a true global citizen. I can show you photos of my visits to various countries. You should see the highways there. My car has lost its spirit running on our pothole filled roads. We need more development. But, home is always the best. I want to come home to rice, aviyal and fish curry once in a while. I shop from the finest of super markets. I have fine taste in the latest music. I enjoy art that I can understand.  I am hip and I am hopping all over the carefree world that I see. Yes, of course poverty, caste, corruption, everything exists. I know I should do my part. That is why I always roll down the window and give alms to the child beggar on the road. That is why I believe in Corporate Social Responsibility. I believe that these politicians are ruining everything. Why are there so many poor people? They are a disgrace to Incredible India. They spoil everything with their crass behaviour. Did you see that movie on racism? It was wonderful. Better than that movie on human scavengers. My lord, how can they be so insensitive as to put the audience through such agony? My work is going fine. I am being promoted next week. There is a puja next month at our apartment building. We are also invited. I have to buy matching accessories for my dress, which itself has gone out of fashion. Maybe I should just buy another one. I have children. I will raise them the best I could and inculcate my value system in them. Or at least try to. Then I die.

What is wrong with this picture? I don’t wish to go into a detailed analysis of each and every sentence. But somehow I find a large section today fits at least a part of the description. They hardly understand or care about a protest against price rise. Not because it doesn’t affect them. It does. They are acutely aware of the situation. But it is not their head ache. Sixty three years back, our forefathers emerged victorious after a century of freedom struggle. The ‘tryst with destiny’ is one of the most quoted and celebrated speeches of all time. We all know that the population in its entirety came out and fought the British. But post independence, due to several reasons, people has lost their will to fight for their lives. The last couple of decades have brought on tremendous changes in how we look, think and perceive reality. Media has become an engorged, sensationalizing conglomerate, which though brings to the fore many burning issues, embeds an idea of what the modern youth should be in capitalistic terms. They stay away from nation building, are mostly glad to dismiss politics as something that does not affect them, hide behind their Ray bans and are happy with seeing what they want to see.

What do they teach their children? That this world is not theirs to care for? Or that they should wait till someone else takes some action for them? In the end, what remains? If they don’t realize that country is a geo-political boundary and that nation is essentially the culture, the people and the roots that bind them to their existence, what good comes out of their procreation? What good comes out of holding fast to certain traditions that promotes oppression but doesn’t understand the true meaning of globalisation? Ultimately, isn’t it a waste – breeding like monkeys just to increase the population?

I don’t know who else to plagiarise other than the one who spoke of our tryst with destiny.

‘That future is not one of ease or resting but of incessant striving so that we may fulfill the pledges we have so often taken and the one we shall take today. The service of India means, the service of the millions who suffer. It means the ending of poverty and ignorance and disease and inequality of opportunity. The ambition of the greatest men of our generation has been to wipe every tear from every eye. That may be beyond us, but as long as there are tears and suffering, so long our work will not be over.

And so we have to labour and to work, and to work hard, to give reality to our dreams. Those dreams are for India, but they are also for the world, for all the nations and peoples are too closely knit together today for any one of them to imagine that it can live apart. Peace is said to be indivisible, so is freedom, so is prosperity now, and also is disaster in this one world that can no longer be split into isolated fragments.’


Where do we stand when millions do not understand the gravity these words carry? We are capable. But only if we stand up straight and look around us.
  

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Radheya

My father, my source, you saw my future
the blood, carnage; the savage luster
of the myriad sacrifices, thin rope of hope.
Your rays of power reached her womb
spun my soul; my strength, without a pause.
Was it your whim, a fancy, to let me be
in this existence void; bereaved of truth?

Mother, you cry for me as if I am yours
to be grieved for, be proud of; as if
am worn sparklingly a jewel; worthy hero;
my lifeless body makes up for your sin.
You knew my brothers would never stop.
Yet, they were let my life be spilled,
dignity snatched, crushed for a promise.
In this spiraling storm of hate, I was flung,
far and away, snapped, beaten.

Her laughter, chiding voice, ring clear in
my ears like the galloping thunder fast.
My friend, split open with vengeance
lies in his blood; the sweat of certainty
dripping down his killer’s smile, while
she looks on, content in a frozen moment.

Never sought, never wanted, not the
diamonds and platters of golden fruits.
All the ache, the anger, the pain, all for
what I didn’t know was indeed mine.
Though loyal; expendable, derelict in this
world where the worthy adorn the drain.

Finally the great Radheya retreats, bows
to the call of life; cheated and vanquished
from this realm where good and loyalty
measured in the bitterness of propriety.
I retreat.