Thursday, March 12, 2009

I am back


I am back after a long break from my blog. I am also back to my home in Pune. Its lovely and warm here, I love it :) I am also back to being fit and fine. Oh yes, if you thought my prediction about 26th Feb went wrong and nothing actually happened, think again. I actually had a huge incident in my own life on that eventful day. I had an anxiety attack. I can easily blame others for the stress they brought on me but the reality is the root cause of the attack was me, just me. So moving on. I am back to reading more news about Pakistan and this time I read this article written by someone I love to hate. Whom I find to be intentionally stupid and offensive for no reason. No, I am not talking about Shobhaa De. It is this journalist from Dawn named Jawed Naqvi. Below is his article in quotes and then my reply to the editor of Dawn.

"HOLI, the Indian festival of colour, was celebrated on Wednesday with joy. Though rooted in Hindu mythology, its celebration has evolved with time.

Today, it has less to do with organised religion and is more about the music and revelry that goes back to the 19th century court of Wajid Ali Shah, the last Muslim king of Oudh. There are a dozen religious legends to explain the festival but a more convincing one is that it celebrates the changing of a season.

Perhaps the most popular Holi song is the one filmed on a Muslim actress in the 1950’s movie Mother India. A Muslim director made the film and it missed the Oscar by a whisker. The song’s lyricist, music composer and singer were Muslims though until very recently it was not required to underline that fact. Indians were more unselfconsciously secular then. ‘Holi aayee re Kanhaai, rung chhalke, suna de zara baansuri’. It’s Holi again, O Krishna, time to mesmerise me with your flute, the heroine wooed her lover. The sensuous tune composed in the late afternoon Raag Mishr Piloo still reverberates on the radio as a classic.

A more traditional musical tribute to Krishna and his consort Radha is sung in an even more exotic raag called Kaafi. My hunch is that clerics of the Jamiat Ulema-i-Hind or any other will be clueless about this genre of discourse on Indian culture. That Delhi’s city elite applauded a leading Jamiat cleric when he had an angry exchange with Gen Pervez Musharraf at a conclave last week reveals a bit of sociology as well as a slice of history.

The cleric may not know that Muslim women from Morocco to Indonesia still love to dance and sing like women of other communities. This was the uniform practice until a puritan version of Islam (which the Jamiat propagates) struck roots in different parts of the world.

In the 1960s, when Umme Kulthoom sang on Egypt’s radio, President Nasser’s broadcast would be suspended because listeners were glued to her, so the legend goes. Belly dancing is an art form from the same region. Locations where puritan Islam spread subsequently are facing a different situation. A popular female dancer was murdered brutally by the Taliban in Pakistan’s picturesque valley of Swat. The bigots thought her art violated their religious code.

The tense exchanges between Gen Musharraf and Maulana Mahmood Madani were rooted in pre-Partition history. Jinnah had opposed Gandhi’s campaign with the Jamiat for the restoration of the Khilafat in Turkey. Many Indians would not know this bit of communalism. They believe that khilafat was Urdu for opposition. ‘Humne angrez ki khilafat ki’ i.e ‘We opposed the British’, many an MP is still heard telling parliament inanely. Very few are aware of ‘mukhaalifat’ as the word they are looking for.

Last year, the Jamiat and 6,000 muftis issued a declaration against terrorism. It is not clear if it has given up its core beliefs for the new precept. In 1939, it adopted a resolution to rebuff Gandhi’s non-violence saying: ‘We have accepted non-violence only as a policy. This cannot be accepted as a creed. This is against the teaching of the Quran which encourages the Muslims to jihad.’

The Jamiat also said secular education was dangerous because ‘the children will be indoctrinated in such a way that not only would they be friendly to other religious groups, but they would also consider every religion of the world a true religion. This belief is un-Islamic’. In the 1980s, the Jamiat opposed the Supreme Court verdict to allow alimony for a divorced Muslim woman on the grounds that a secular court could not comment on laws pertaining to Muslims.

However, these factors from the Jamiat’s past could not be the reason for the Indian elite’s resounding applause for Maulana Madani. They were in all probability cheering the fact that an Indian Muslim cleric had stood up to Gen Musharraf, that too when the Pakistani visitor was beginning to count the factors that he thought were responsible for the growing scourge of terrorism in his country and in India.

Why was the Indian political class bristling with rage at Musharraf? One wishes it had to do with the general’s misleading claim that Muslim extremists had fared poorly in last year’s elections in Pakistan. What he did not say was that he had personally enabled the fundamentalists to gain strength in the first part of his tenure. So Musharraf could be criticised here on a valid point, but the applause seemed unrelated to it.

We can count three possible elements that have contributed greatly to the marginalisation of Indian Muslims, something that Musharraf hinted at but was unable to clearly spell out. One set of reasons are contained in the Sachar Committee report requisitioned by Prime Minister Manmohan Singh.

It vividly described the hapless state of India’s 150 million Muslims and recommended urgent measures in education and employment to stem the rot. Another element in the Muslim issue is the Shrikrishna Commission’s report on the 1993 violence in Mumbai. It found the state and police complicit in brutal violence against the city’s Muslims, mostly slum dwellers. No one has been indicted. Nor has anyone been held responsible for the demolition of the Babri mosque in 1992 in spite of numerous commissions and court cases that are going on. Gen Musharraf did not list these issues but he was, probably broadly hinting at some of them as factors that required focus to weed out the threat of terrorism in India.

It would not be difficult to accept the applause for Maulana Madani had he made some progress on any of the issues. One could accept the credibility of the applause if any single member of that audience had the credentials to have worked on just one of the factors. Yes it could be considered fair to tell Gen Musharraf to mind his own business and to not lecture India on how to treat its minorities. After all, the deplorable state of the minorities in his patch is all too well recorded by Pakistan’s vigilant and independent human rights commission. Musharraf’s polite suggestion to everyone to abstain from hypocrisy applied equally to him.

Yet, to applaud Maulana Madani, seemed akin to celebrating the ghettoisation of several million Indians that his group and other clerics represent. Mercifully, occasions like Holi keep India’s secularism from faltering. Neither the state nor its ally, the clergy, has been able to dampen the spirit or quell the song.n

The writer is Dawn’s correspondent in Delhi.
jawednaqvi@gmail.com
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Jawed Naqvi's intentionally ignorant judgemental attitude towards Indians is both laughable and deplorable. Let me give you one example. He writes that Indians have no idea of Gandhi’s campaign with the Jamat for the restoration of the Khilafat in Turkey. Mr Naqvi should open a 7th or 8th grade history text book to know how Indian students have learnt all about it, unlike Pakistani students who are taught to hate other communities from a tender age. Let me explain to him why we appluaded Maulana Madani. Musharraf had the cheek to lie blatantly that the ISI and army do not support, plan and finance terrorism in India, they do not misguide a few agitated youngsters to commit henious crimes of terrorism in our country. Such a blatant lie supported by crocodile tears of symapathy for India's minorities rubs salt in our wounds. That is why we applaud when anyone stands up to show hypocrites like Musharraf their right place.
Muslims in India might not be the most prosperous community but they are much better off than Pakistanis. You are talking about riots than happened a more than a decade back or seven years back. Sir, Muslims in Pakistan are killed and slaughtered everyday! It happened today in Peshawar, tomorrow it might be Quetta, Multan or Karachi. Muslims in India are much much safer than Muslims in Pakistan. Also have you had a Shahrukh Khan, Sania Mirza or Aziz Premji. No!

I have read many of your articles and you always try to say how fragile secularism is in India and how distressful conditions of Indian Muslims is. It seems to me that you and several others in Pakistan today have a hidden regret. A regret that you are not part of the Indian success story. Regret that you could have been as successful as your Indian Muslim counterpart, if only you were not a Pakistani. I understand your regrets and failures. However, this is life and you have to deal with realities.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Somethings gonna happen?

What is going to happen on February 26th 2009?

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Peace, ambition and happiness




Bollywood has always inspired me to break unbroken boundaries and explore what was previously unthinkable. This might come as a surprise to someone who thinks that Bollywood is only a name given to a kind of cinema that portrays a make believe world, not representing reality. Nothing can be further from the truth. Actually, it depends on your ability to decode scenes and interpret suttle actions and gestures of characters into something more meaningful. Understanding what motivates some people to do what they do. Trust me, I am still speaking about Bollywood.

So what does this article have to do with my title? Yesterday I saw Luck By Chance (LBC). The movie raised quite a few vital points. Is there a difference in being content and happy? My interpretation was always that if you have no aspirations, you are content and you will be happy. I have discussed about this in few of my earlier articles written in 2006. However, LBC goes a step further and says that being content is in your hands. You choose in life that the life you are living, would you call that a success or failure. If you believe in what you do, make yourself believe that you are a success when compared to others who have been a part of your past, then you choose to be successful and thus happy. For instance, if you are a married woman and a working as a French teacher at age 28, the choice is yours, to decide if you are successful or not. You could convince yourself that you are a failure in life because you have a childhood friend who works as an IT manager and earns much more than you do. Or you could be successful by interpreting your life as that of being successful in your family life (good marriage) and doing a job you love to do. Will that IT manager be able to say the same? Maybe not, after all who dreams of becoming an IT manager as a kid. What do you mean by success, becomes terribly important. Is money the only parameter? Or is love for your family and work a more important factor? The choice is yours to make. You choose success in life, not your destiny.

Achievement is only a state of mind, you can achieve it.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Dreams, to be achieved



I dedicate this song to myself!

Is pagle ko kaun bataye
dhoond raha hai jo tu jag mein
koi jo paaye
man mein hi paaye

Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina
Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina

Aise dagar koi agar jo apnaaye
har raah ke wo ant pe raste hi paaye

Dhoop ka rasta jo pair jalaaye
Mod to aaye chaaanv na aaye
Raahi jo chalta hai chalta hi jaaye
koi nahi hai jo kahi use samjhaaye

Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina
Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina

Naina re naina re
Naina re naina re

Door se hi sagar jise har koi maane
Paani hai wo ya ret hai ye kaun jaane
Jaise ke din se rain alag hai
Sukh hai alag hai aur chain alag hai
Par ye jo dekhe wo nain alag hai
Chain to apna sukh hai paraaye

Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina
Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina

Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina
Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina

Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina
Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina

Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina
Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Patient, yet


If you truly know even one bone of me, you would agree that patience is not my virtue. Impulsive, intuitive and action prone, those are all the words that truly describe me. I have rarely been able to play the waiting game. I still remember how I was asked by my team mate at Nihilent to be patient enough to complete two years before I quit the politically charged workplace. I was the first to move on for better opportunities. Not the last though, the tide had just turned. I did not wait for long to pursue an MBA. Took up the first opportunity available. I never regret being impatient, it always paid off. However, this time round I have shown unusual patience to wait for the right opportunity. I wonder why! Maybe Canada has changed me in many ways, for good. However, patience should never act as a cover for lack of courage. Courage, to take the right step. I am sure my roots will always guard me against that vice.

This week I have also gone through another strange phase. I have been remembering one of the greatest leaders India has ever had.
Indira Gandhi
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Today, we seem to lack the courage and shrewdness she epitomizes, to change the course of destiny of millions of people. Things she did, would change India, her enemies and the world forever. Just imagine, how the world would be today if we had two epicentres of terror on both sides of India. Good heavens, she was not patient enough with the Pakistani army and its atrocities in East Pakistan.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Strange Intutions


Since last two weeks I have been having this insane premonition of a big earthquake. It feels as if there will be a huge natural calamity soon. I don't know the exact place but it feels like a place near Pindi in Pakistan. Its strange I don't why but it just feels as if I am waiting for the big one!

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Passion misplaced


Have you ever waited with baited breath for a phone call or an email, from someone special, who was a complete stranger till sometime back? That usually signals start of a new relationship. You feel excited, nervous and elated about future prospects. Until ofcourse you realize that call or email is not coming anytime soon!

It wouldn't usually sting you that bad if you are also looking for a way out or get the feeling pretty early on that the other person isn't really looking for anything serious. Better even if you know the person isn't really interested in you. Atleast there are no expectations. However, what happened to me a few days back was just baffling. I am still trying to figure out if I got dumped and imagining the reasons for it. I knew things wouldn't work out before fixing up the date. However, decided to take the chance. I tried hard to remain disengaged but got drawn in by an apparent interest on the other side. A few intimate moments and deep secrets shared meant that I had dropped my initial inhibitions. Little did I know that the result would be this. Why would one want to share their deepest feelings and fears, when there is no genuine intent to get close? Isn't it really painful when you are initially not interested, then get drawn in due to the other person's persuasion and then eventually get dumped.

I fail to understand why someone would take the effort to make something beautiful and then just break it in a moment. Still wondering, was twenty six hours of pleasure worth days of distress. At least it makes for interesting reading.