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love reading, listening to western classical music. teaching is my passion.I believe what Ayn Rand had said--"Well, have I taught you anything? I'll tell you: I've taught you a great deal and nothing. No one can teach you anything, not at the core, at the source of it. What you're doing--it's yours, not mine, I can only teach you to do it better. I can give you the means, but the aim--the aim's your own.." I believe in integrity- integrity of thoughts, ideas and ideals.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Nationalism- Ver. 20.16

For the past few weeks, my Facebook page is flooded with all kinds of articles and news clips and quotes. I have shared a few as well, which I found appropriate. Being a Theory of Knowledge teacher, I could not but think what prompted me to select a few articles and share while leaving the rest to become ghosts in my own personal digital history?
The issues that are being considered from all fronts remain the same which have piqued the interest of philosophers- What is meant by nationalism, patriotism, democracy, secularism etc and above all the liberty of us in the supposedly largest democracy of the world
Needless to say, that the concept of every modern state rest on these ideals.However, the recent academic outrage and the common man’s divided opinion leads me to try to understand these ideals in relation to recent scenario unfolding in India.
In 1947, gaining independence seemed easy compared to the perils that the new nation faced- partition,  communal riots and massacre, a war at the front, death of a revered visionary leader and a government at the helm who had spent most of their pre-independence days in jail or under house arrest. Nevertheless, we had the plan laid out in front of us- with over 170 million poor the plan laid out depended heavily on industry instead of agriculture and irrigation. In the second five year plan, the focus shifted to industries with massive import. No doubt, the price rose by 30%. And then onward, it has been a careful tap dance by each successive government. The first government had already sworn its allegiance to certain group of people- the upcoming industrialists and a retinue of middlemen.
Over the successive policies and systems and numerous plans in place, the state of the nation’s health remains same –Massive number of malnourished, hungry, uneducated, unskilled young population. The new government at the helm has already revamped and put forth 55 policies and schemes of entitlements or "yojona"- eager as a child to show how different and lovable they are from the old one.From the very beginning instead of listening to Gandhi whom the politicians conveniently called Bapu, the strengthening of clerical education continued with emphasis on Universities than primary schools. IITs were set up but not many primary schools opened. Hence the disparities grew- between rich and poor, between employed and unemployed, between marginalized and the mainstream upper castes. Scientific education was and still is limited to only a few. When resentment grew, politicians knew how to appease the masses because they had taken their lesson from history – from the best people actually- so divide and rule followed. Instead of secular policies, the various policies of appeasement was started and is still continuing. Where else on earth would you find a secular government paying money for the marriage of Muslim girls instead of paying for their education. This is the story of secularism in India.
The idea and the state sanctified version of nationalism is closely tied with this policy of deception followed even from Pre-independence days. Tokenism was the rule of the hour- so starting from Gandhi in South Africa- the Dalits , the Muslims were accepted as  a mere tool to gain power vis a vis independence.  In the entire history of Indian National Congress in its 130 years of existence, we find just a handful of Muslim and Dalit names. A country or a party evolves through experiences just like an individual. Hence Congress is always afraid of a rerun of events leading to Poona Pact. Thus, instead of eradicating this menace to civilization once and for all, it continues to treat the issue as a situational skirmish and individual resentments. And when the appeasement fails, comes the rhetoric that have made them almost the owner of Indian freedom struggle- the idea of patriotism and nationalism. So Bapu is called upon again and the ghost of the great statesman saves the sycophancy from total annihilation.
For a country like India, with 22 scheduled languages, diverse customs, a straight-jacketed idea of nationalism as that of Ireland or Italy or Germany would be difficult to fathom, let alone work. Our idea of nationalism is as diverse as the land we live in.
Borrowing from Tagore, here is one idea of nationalism- “Patriotism cannot be our final spiritual shelter; my refuge is humanity. I will not buy glass for the price of diamonds, and I will never allow patriotism to triumph over humanity as long as I live. ”And at the other spectrum of the idea is the belief of Netaji Subhash Chandra- “Nationalism is inspired by the highest ideals of the human race, the truth, the God, the beautiful.”
The political nationalism of Netaji that is flaunted so much nowadays is a borrowed concept from the West; born of war, guilt and millions of death and destruction. Modern India is still a land as ancient as the civilizations of the world, born at a time when the West did not exist. The customs, the philosophy born from this ancient land is quite different. Here the society gives rise to kings and government and not the other way round. The idea itself is a failed concept that has already caused numerous fragmentation of the land on the basis of language, people of Telengana being the last victims.  The tribals, the marginalised people, the upper castes, the states with their languages- each has their own brand of nationalism where the loyalty and priority shifts with time and situation.
When it is convenient, go for regional autonomy, otherwise, talk about national unity. So whenever there is an exchange of fire at the border, suddenly we are reminded of our sacred duty to defend our land. At all other times, we are happy to see our caste, our language, our region prosper at the cost of social, secular interests of the country as a nation.
 It is so amazing that what Tagore said a hundred years ago still holds true-“Yes, this is the logic of the Nation. And it will never heed the voice of truth and goodness.It will go on in its ring-dance of moral corruption, linking steel unto steel, and machine unto machine; trampling under its tread all the sweet flowers of simple faith and the living ideals of man.” 

It is time that we upheld that simple faith and the living ideals of man and not this profound and all engulfing hatred called as Nationalism.



Friday, January 15, 2016

Celebrating Wrath and Death



Daily struggle


Sunderbans- if you google it, you will come across the words like mangrove and largest delta. These words however, hardly captures the essence of the place. Sunderban is 45 kms from Kolkata and in just 2 hours you can reach the outskirts. You will be greeted by people who look quite similar to you and me- wearing Bata sandals, jeans, salwar kameezes and going about their way of life. If you ask, they will tell you which shop sells authentic wild honey; which shop to go to for the Gur Patali. A wide bridge now connects the islands with Kolkata and you are happy still to be part of civilization. Mobile tower is there for you to stay connected. You will be told by the tour operators to wake up early; hot water will be given for your morning chores and then you can set off for a visit to the forest on a launch. Everything is as it should be. It is winter, as you can see, best time to visit Sunderban.

Hope of surviving



 When you are happily ensconced in the warmth of the morning tea and bath, women are already out and knee deep in the icy waters of the backwaters or the “Khari”. They will stay there till the sun is up and it gets little warm. Their feet is turned white for staying so long in the saline water everyday- they are collecting the meen- baby prawns. For every bucket they will get only 25 rupees. If they try to cheat, their contract will be taken away by the Bheri wallahs. Most men by now are far away from the shores catching fish. They have to come back and sell their produce at the whole sale market by 12 so that they reach Kolkata markets by evening so that you and I can buy them on the way returning from our offices.
Boards have been put up at many parts of the forest- It is now illegal to collect honey or timber from these areas. The government is taking all measures to protect the national animal. You will be entertained by the stories of women who have survived an attack by the tiger- how only with a sickle they fought back and took out an eye or a paw off from the tiger. How a tiger can cross a mouth of seven rivers locally called “Saptamukhi” and take away cattle. How a tiger tracks the honey collectors for several kilometeres to target the weakest among the men and wait for the opportunity to pounce on him.
In the meantime unknown to you, people are struggling to raise even one crop of paddy. Post Aila half of the soil has become saline. So the yield is low and unlike other areas where flood is a harbinger of productivity, here people have started to dread the floods as more flood mean more salinity. The fresh water ponds used to raise the fish have been destroyed by Aila so that livelihood is also snatched away.
It comes to you as a very exotic tribal ritual when the front of the launch is painted red and a few flowers and agarbatti offered everyday by the head “Majhi”. You take photos of this ritual to show how you have been part of this exotic ritual.. maybe even recite the “Bonbibipaaala” in your drawing room next Saturday.
However, if you can take one step back in time, you will see how relevant this legend still is. How and why it is an enduring tale still recited by the people of Sunderbans- How they relate to “Dukhi” – the epitome of sorrow and how miraculously he is saved by Bonbibi. You will see that people of sunderban need to believe in this story, more now than ever before because they all wish the same- survive in the face of fierce wrath of nature compounded by power hungry bureaucrats and “shohure- babu”- those city people who draw up the policies without visiting them even once.
Here is a glimpse of that play. One of the Majhis in the play had been a school master. He lost his job when the school was destroyed by Aila. Then he was given the job of a tourist guide. He took up the job happily believing that now he would have some security. Unfortunately, the policy makers decided that such people deserve a blue uniform and an Identity card- that’s all. Whatever money they earn from the day is for theirs to keep but not to expect any allowance or pension- very magnanimous indeed- they gave him a job.

We are called for dinner by the tour operators. It is the last night in Sunderban. Tomorrow by evening I shall be home. The Paala wallahs are picking up their little props and costumes and putting it back in a large tin trunk. The care with which they fold each garment is the only testimony of their plight- that one trunk is their hope of survival- soon the tourist season will be over. However cold the nights are, however far they are from their homes, they will trudge on reciting their " Bonbibi Paala" for us..They will survive another year. Only Bonbibi knows what will happen next year... she will take care of them. If not, then also it would be according to what is written already - their fate.