Archive for November, 2008

India Bashing


2008
11.29

There is a particularly hard hitting/nasty/insensitive (depends on the way you see it) editorial in one of the leading newspapers of America today focused mainly on criticizing Indian (political) ineptitude for the Mumbai episode. (You can read it here don’t miss the forum with the comments).

I am not in favour of the caste or religious politics in play in India right now. I am not in favour of mixing education with religion. For substituting science and geography with what is taught in the madarsas or in the little Hindu schools. I am not in favour of labelling places as “muslim areas” or talking in terms of “us” against “them”. But I defend my country for what it is.

Having been able to watch the American election and campaigns up close this year, and having seen a lot more of the world in the last year or so than I have in my life before, I can say with conviction that it is not as easy to govern in a country as diverse as ours as it seems to be. It is not easy to have a single mainstream and a single belief system. We are not united by a single language, or a single God or even a single dream. Perhaps the closest we come to in finding a single unifier is cricket.

It is time we looked at our leaders and asked ourselves why we chose them. Why do the local thugs have the power? Why is it that we have caste and religious politics? Could it be that in a country of as many voices as ours, we are scared that our own might not be heard? Could it be that right now, we find ourselves trying to find what defines us as a nation? Could it be that once we define what India stands for, no one will really feel that they don’t belong anymore?

I think if there is something that we need to learn, it is to stop being apologetic for our diversity. And if it’s something we need to accept, it’s the fact that we can never use the standard formulae for governance that seem to work so well in other parts of the world. It’s hard to find a balance between protecting the minorities and allowing them to hold us to ransom and making them acutely aware of being a minority. All extremes which we have visited.

I agree, it’s difficult to wipe away the effects of poverty and a poor education. It’s hard to stop people from being lured by money and the belief of doing something noble. But I think we’ve done a better job than a lot of other countries formed around the same time as ours (check here for a list). 

I never for a moment defend the Indian Government for the way they have dealt with terrorism over the last few years. But having been in Hyderabad when the blasts took place I can say that the problems we face are a little more deep rooted than that.

What saddens me is not the attacks themselves as much as how we seem to have accepted them as a way of life. It saddens me that we celebrate that life goes on as before a day after the attacks are done and we see nothing change. We still do not go out and fight for our vote. No one joins the armed forces or the police driven by the need to change something. No one fights for better intelligence the way we fought for justice for Jessica Lall or for more reservations or against petrol price hikes. We are not new to the concept of protest. What saddens me is the fact that we do not protest. What saddens me is that we seem to have lost the war with terror even before we really fought… Perhaps, perhaps after Mumbai things will change…

Tagged


2008
11.25

It’s not my fault… this guy made me write this! http://mypaisworth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-tagged.html

Your oldest memories (not necessarily in chronological order):

Sitting in the balcony at age 3 with a piece of bread and jam in my hand when a crow swoops down and snatches it from me

Standing in the balcony (a different house) with a friend eating muri (puffed rice) and trying to throw it down onto the head of our downstairs neighbour. Of course, the giggles and shouts didn’t disguise our motives. We got really badly told off later when uncleji complained to our parents…

Refusing to go home in a different rickshaw when regular rickshawallah sent a friend instead and hiding behind my teacher saying I would not go home in an untrusted rickshaw

My first school interview…

Sister D: Child colour this picture of a duck
Me: (after colouring only the duck’s beak red and leaving the rest of the page blank) Finished Sister! (the logic being, the duck is white and she said “colour the duck”)
Sister D: But child, you didn’t colour the water. Won’t ducky die?
Me: Duck can live on land also
(after a pause)
It’s only a picture!

Interview with Principal of same school (one where I studied for almost 12 years after that)
Sister F: You’ll leave your teacher and come here (referring to nursery school teacher). Won’t she cry?
Me: No sister. I’ll tell her and come!

What were you doing ten years ago?
10 years ago, at age 15, I was having the most uncomfortable adolescence ever (I know. I know… Everyone has the most uncomfortable adolescence ever).
In my case, I had this vague and uncomfortable feeling of being different from everyone else but not being able to figure out why. And I was…
No wait wait! This was when I was 13. 10 years ago I was 15 wasn’t I? Hmm… How time files. I’m 25 now! S*** where did the last 10 years go?

It was 10 years ago that I was trying out Elle 18′s nailpolish, rebelling against mom’s passion for my wearing only ankle length skirts, writing a not so secret diary, reading Richard Bach, doing decently well in school, had a group of friends now scattered across the globe, trying to understand why my current best friend was so gloomy, reading shakespeare for the first time in my life (Merchant of Venice. ICSE syllabus) and started hindi, maths and science tuitions because my parents were afraid I wouldn’t do them proud in my ICSE exams. This was also the time when my brother first left for the US, my mother was happy and fulfilled as a teacher, my dad was proud of his son in America and I had a crush on any boy band I chanced to see on Channel [V].

Your first thought in the morning:

Back from Chicago! What a beautiful morning. One whole week of Thanksgiving break and nothing to do but loaf around while husband slaves in the lab (you thought I was going to say kitchen and not lab didn’t you?)

If you build a time capsule what would it contain?

One of the aforementioned hideous ankle length skirts, a piece of gold jewelry, photographs of weddings from all parts of India, primary school textbooks, movie posters, saris, pictures of popular automobiles, a credit card and a copy of the menu from a punjabi dhaba, a udipi hotel and the Taj, newspaper clippings from Chandarayan’s takeoff, posters from the Obama-McCain election and pictures of Software Engineer cubicles.

Of course, a copy of Vikram Seth’s “A Suitable Boy”, Enid Blyton’s “The Faraway Tree”, Douglas Adam’s Hitchhiker omnibus, a couple of Mills and Boon romances and Asterix and Tintin comics.

And finally, a bottle of bottled water, a laptop and a coffee mug.

This year…

Well, seeing that this year is almost done… For the rest of the year, I want to get through this semester, visit New York and get through New Year’s without going broke… And oh, I aim to at least not gain more weight even if I don’t lose some…

What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?

Balancing home and family, combating the ills of society and being the ambassador of world peace… :P

I tag

WW who writes too profoundly for his own good

Deepthi because she’d do great justice to this kind of thing

Arjun in hopes that he’ll give me a shiny blogger award

Ani because this is perfect pichapati!

Mahathi just because… :)

Cartoons from Time


2008
11.21

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