A Forgotten People

By Lubna Hussain

They flash across our screens every now and then. An old man, his weather-beaten face streaked with tears, hopelessly clutching a set of ancient iron keys in his calloused hands. A widow in a head scarf perched on top of a pile of rubble, beating her chest, mourning the loss of what was once her home. A stone-throwing youth kneeling, blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back bashed ruthlessly and repeatedly in the head with the butt of a machine gun. A baby with blue lips swaddled in its blanket that doubles up as a shroud.

These are images of a forgotten people. Seconds of camera footage that prick our conscience momentarily. We immediately flick the channel to escape the misery from which they have no respite. Their crime? They were born Palestinian. Their punishment? Well, it really depends on who’s watching and what sort of a mood their Israeli tormentors are in.

“Israel should have exploited the repression of the demonstrations in China, when world attention focused on that country, to carry out mass explosions among the Arabs of the territories,” postulated Benjamin Netanyahu, the former Israeli prime minister, in 1989. But the irony of such a monstrous statement is that Israel didn’t need to rely on the diversion other global atrocities provided in order for it to conduct its own. After all, Israel is the proverbial spoilt child that the world consistently and unashamedly indulges.

Its penchant for ethnic cleansing, sponsoring state terror, practicing apartheid, bulldozing houses, and stealing Palestinian land barely merits the gentlest of admonitions. “Our darling golden child,” say its protractors, “we already kicked out those nasty Arabs from their ancestral homes, let you abuse and torture them without getting cross and even gave you billions of dollars in pocket money. Do you think you could give back a teeny-weeny bit of their most useless land?” But when that Israeli lip begins to quiver, its superpower parent benignly watches as yet another part of East Jerusalem is snatched away from its legitimate owners.

A modern-day equivalent would be to take the survivors of the Darfur genocide, relocate them to Texas, force the existing residents out of their homes, set up a few refugee camps to house them, designate the areas with oil fields to the immigrants and expect the Texans to be delighted about their newfound predicament. Those who complain are labeled agitators. Those who have the gall to fight back? Terrorists. That is how grossly absurd the whole conundrum is.

The Independent newspaper of Britain carried a disturbing report recently about the violent abuse of Arab civilians at the hands of Israeli soldiers in Hebron. A group of former conscripts calling themselves Shovrim Shtika, or “Breaking the Silence”, talked candidly about how they routinely “beat up Palestinian residents without provocation, looted homes and shops and opened fire on unarmed demonstrators.” In one account they “really beat the shit out of” a ten-year-old Palestinian boy who was then asked, “Is it here you want to die? Or there?”

They narrated incidents of “losing the human condition” in the occupied territories. When asked what that meant, a soldier clarified “to lose the human condition is to become an animal”. This is the level of dehumanization that the Palestinians have faced for 60 years. Need I say more? Or rather, can I say more?

For documenting facts can have you very conveniently labeled as being anti-Semitic, racist and insensitive. Speak up about the power of the Zionist lobby, talk about America’s role in unashamedly endorsing and funding Israel’s policy of genocide, draw attention to arbitrary executions, question why it is that a separation wall is built cordoning off 3.5 million people into a ghetto plagued by starvation, disease and death and guess what? Your career, your credibility, your friends, can all disappear overnight. That is the price you pay for exercising “freedom of speech” in the lands that proselytize to us in the Third World their lofty democratic ideals. But that doesn’t stop several Jewish writers, intellectuals, rabbis and groups like “Breaking the Silence” to “force Israeli society to address the reality which it created” where the “proper normative becomes despicable, the inconceivable becomes routine.” Even if it does put them on the SHIT (Self-Hating Israel Threatening) list.

“We don’t deal with terrorists,” Western leaders say with great aplomb. They forget to include the caveat “unless they are Israeli.” Menachem Begin, the former Israeli prime minister, headed the Irgun organization that was responsible for perpetrating the massacre of over 100 unarmed villagers, mostly elderly men, women and children in the village of Deir Yassin on April 9, 1948. Ariel Sharon, more instantly recognizable in his role as The Butcher than Israeli prime minister was responsible for the deaths of 1800 men, women and children in Lebanon in 1983. “Israel may have the right to put others on trial,” he said famously in 2001, “but no one has the right to put the Jewish people and Israel on trial.”

Perhaps this is why Israel behaves with such flagrant impunity when it comes to disrespecting every single UN resolution that has ever been passed with regards to the Palestinian right to return.

Next Sunday US President George Bush, German Chancellor Angela Merkel and French President Nicolas Sarkozy are all billed to attend Israel’s ostentatious 60th birthday celebrations. Whilst world leaders sit back and watch folk dancing, the dispossessed will be commemorating their genocide, humiliation and pure unadulterated misery. Words that once upon a time used to be synonymous with being Jewish now constitute the very essence of being Palestinian. There will be no celebration. Only reminiscences of a time when in order to repatriate victims of the Holocaust and assuage the conscience of a guilt-ridden Europe, an entire people became subject to a Holocaust itself.

2 comments May 16, 2008

Pakistan: Whose child is it anyway?

The Pakistanis have got their Father of the Nation all mixed up! Long before M.A Jinnah came up with his moronic two-nation theory in 1939, the following “gentlemen” had beaten him to it.

“The Hindus are a nation in themselves…..I would want the Muslims to have the NWFP, West Punjab, Sindh and East Bengal in a clear partition of India into Hindu and Non-Hindu India”

Lala Lajpat Rai, Former Congress Leader, “Freedom Fighter” and a founding member of the Hindu Mahasabha (The Tribune: Dec 14, 1924) : Available in the National Archives, New Delhi.

” There are two nations in the main, the Hindus and the Muslims in India”

“……We Hindus are marked out as an abiding nation in ourselves…….All people born in India are not Indians, the test is whether they are willing to accept the superiority of the Hindu nation…….The Muslim Nation cant be co equal in authority to the Hindu Nation..The Hindu Nation is to be dominant and the Muslim Nation servient…..The Muslims should adopt a position of subordinate co-operation with the Hindus.”

Vinayak Damodar “Veer” Savarkar, “freedom fighter”, Hindu Mahasabha President and RSS idealogue. Speaking at the Ahmedabad Session of the Hindu Mahasabha in 1937 and in his essay, “Hindutva: Who is a Hindu?” (Pg 130-133). Also see B R Ambedkar’s excellent analysis of Savarkarism.

“Hindu Nationalism forms the bedrock of our national edifice…This is a Hindu Nation..”

M.S Golwalkar, RSS founder; in “Bunch of Thoughts” (Pg 126, 135)

“The Hindu Mahasabha was responsible to a very large extent for India’s partition”

R.C Majumdar, RSS member, Trustee of Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan and eminent historian in “Struggle for Freedom” (Pg 611)

The Pakistanis are better off adopting one of these guys as their Quaid-e-Azam. Jinnah pales in front of these chaps.

Add comment May 9, 2008

The seedier side of life.

Cybercafes come in many avatars. There are the flashy ones with plush interiors, air-conditioning and obnoxious rates. There are the middle class ones with decent computers, tacky interiors and weird lighting and then finally there are the seedy ones, dirt cheap, rickety computers and uncomfortable seating.

Two stints of an hour each in the flashy versions had left my weekly finances in a precarious condition. Therefore I started a search for a more downmarket cafe that would leave something in my pockets for the weekend. Inevitably the search turned out to be a failure. Hyderabad may not lack in much but when it comes to decent cybercafes where folks can look forward to fast and problem free net surfing, it could do with some more choice.

At last, I turned to the option that couldn’t fail. The Secunderabad Regimental Bazaar. For people unfamiliar with Hyd, Reg. Bazaar is the closest you can get to Delhi’s (in)famous Palika. It stretches for a kilometre on all sides of Secunderabad Railway station and for people who know their way about, you can get anything from drugs to whores here. My needs being of a more mundane nature, I started near RK Hotel, the electronics hub of Secunderabad. Instantly I hit paydirt! There it was! In glorious plastic paint, emblazoned on a bunting “SHIVAS NETCAFE”…and what was more only 10 bucks for an hour! This better be good.

To reach the place though, you have to descend, literally. A flight of about 10 steps got me into the cellar of the RK Hotel. The place reeked of urine and there were pan stains everywhere. A few cheapjacks sat selling chinese plastic toys and a guy with bleary and wide open eyes (most probably on smack!) sat staring vacantly at something. The “netcafe” was right there. The owner sat outside and was busy watching Delhi Daredevils getting their ass kicked by Mumbai Indians. I overcame my misgivings and proceeded.

“Internet?”

“Haau. Ghante ku das rupye”

“Great!”..

I was expecting down and out computers and P II processors running Windows 98. To my surprise, not only was everything spic and span but all the systems ran on Windows XP. This place looked just fine.

The first shock was the homepage. It was set to a porno site that promised “Hot Indian girls” who could do wonderful things to you. Porn not being on my agenda, I quickly proceeded to G-Mail, Orkut, Wiki, Yahoo and so on. 40 minutes passed and I had seen everything I had set out to see. What to do of the remaining 20 mins? In a state of mild beguilement I clicked on one of the lewd windows that the homepage kept popping out. A 5 sec clip followed where two blondes who knew exactly what they were doing proceeded to suck each others livers out. Taken aback a bit at the sudden start of the video, I started to close the window and it was then that I saw him.

The owner had left his TV and IPL and was standing behind me. He was a middle aged guy with a warm smile and a genial face. I started to feel embarrassed and before I could mumble out an apology, he spoke.

“You want more variety? I have full length films. Yahaan par dekhna hai to bolo. Only 25 rupees extra. White, black, Indian, school girls, housewives, double, triple, single…Poora variety hai. Kharidna hai to 100 rupye..quality bahut achcha hai magar. Seedy (CD) laaun?”

Me: “Err…Nahi theek hai uncle! Mujhe apna mail check karna hai”

“Karo karo…no problem…aapki marzi”

And off he went with a dont-try-kidding-me-son expression on his face! I looked around. There were about 4-5 other people in the “netcafe”. Atleast two of them were definitely watching porno. Must be the white-black-Indian CD! What made this guy think I was one of these chaps? Do I look like one? Maybe with that week old stubble and NLS-induced eye bags, I do! I reflected on what drove people into these dark dens that smell of evaporating urine and cigarette smoke, in the cellars of hotels, to ogle at other people fornicating in glorious technicolour. I logged off. Paid the lecherous old man (he was listening to Kaho na Kaho from Murder now!!) his 10 bucks and walked into the daylight.

I walked to the barber shop opposite and got a shave.

And yeah I didnt have anything left over that weekend. The plushy cybercafes charge obnoxious rates as I said!

4 comments May 8, 2008

No Lean task this!

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March 25th marked the centenary year of David Lean, one of my favourite directors. I must confess I have’nt seen most of Lean’s films and am told most of his later work, notably a Passage to India, was a “truckload of shit”, but that does’nt detract one bit from his work that I did like, The Bridge on the River Kwai. I remember seeing it many years ago. It came as a late night movie on Star Movies and I watched it long after my parents were asleep. Usually my late night TV viewing is dedicated to sleazy shows like “Hot &Wild” or “Happy Birthday” on FTV. However I remember that night was different. I could’nt catch most of the dialogues and the story sometimes went over my head (I was barely 11, okay!)…(umm..yeah I did watch FTV even then!)..but the thing that struck me most powerfully was the visuals. Man! The cinematography was gorgeous! The visuals didnt just hit you, they seemed to envelop you. The suffering of the POWs and the war appeared so near. Alec Guinness as Col. Nick was fabulous and so was William Holden. Long after the movie had ended, I lay twisting and turning, unable to get the film out of my mind. A more or less similar thing happened with Lean’s other masterpiece, Lawrence of Arabia. I have seen it about a dozen times now and am yet to be bored. There was something very arresting in Lean’s work, some sort of a “Leanism”. I am yet to figure it out though!

Bravo David!

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1 comment March 30, 2008

Ban the Bastards!

One often hears of illiteracy, poverty, unemployment and inequalities banded about as the greatest of curses facing mankind. However one fact that all seem to be neglecting is that all these ills can exist only in a society. Only an organised human society breeds them. If there is no society, they too wont exist. Hence you can look forward to their eradication in a century or so. But, you would ask, why is society in danger? The answer is simple: Religious Hatred and Fanaticism.

Hatred for another person is nothing new. The Romans hated the barbarians, the Jews; gentiles, Christians; non-Christians and Muslims; non-Muslims. However the disturbing trend started about half a century ago when political parties that infact thrived solely on stoking up religious and ethnic tension, started to get into governments and implementing their fanatic policies. Hitler’s Nazi Party is a prime example.

I’ll confine myself to India here. For close to 50 centuries now, Indian culture has prided itself on its openness and ability to embrace all. It is true that this openness was not extended to its some of its own people who were treated as Untouchables. However, by and large the Indian ethos has been one of tolerance. Something that is sadly under seige today. And the worst part is that the people who are responsible for this seige are today the ones who rule India.

Bharatiya Janta Party: The BJP, as it is otherwise known is probably the most successful of these fanatics. Bharat Jalao Party would be a more apt name for a party that in 28 years of its existence has already carved a trail of blood throughout India. Perhaps the most macabre dance of mass communilastion was orchestrated by its leader, LK Advani (also known as AdolfVani). From 1989-92, Advani and his cohorts started more than 80 riots throughout India that claimed more than 30,000 lives, 12,000 in Bhagalpur alone where victims of mass murder were buried in shallow cauliflower fields. It then demolished the 400 year old Babri Masjid, claiming it to be the Ram Janambhoomi Temple in the absence of any archaeological evidence. It has been exploiting Ram’s name ever since, holding shilanyases, karsevas and what not! Through the backing of NRIs (Neophyte and Renegade Indians) it enjoyed power for close to 6 years, when it oversaw a mass holocaust in Gujarat and numerous other riots throughout North and Central India. Ousted from power in 2004, it is currently in the process of creating another Ayodhya in Bhojshala and Baba Budangiri. Definitely a confirmed party of motherfuckers!

All India Majlis-e-Ittehadul Muslimin: A much smaller party than its saffron counterpart, this is nevertheless, another confirmed party of S.O.Bs. It has virtually run Old Hyderabad for 40 years now. A party run in mafia fashion, it has orchestrated more than 20 riots in Hyderabad and in the process has made the Old City the most underdeveloped and decrepit part of Hyderabad. It has the dubious credit of having made peaceful Hyderabad, a communal hotspot. Having brought nothing but misery to the people, it deserves a well placed kick on the ass. The sooner its leaders are arrested and their gangland connections investigated, the better it’ll be.

Akali Dal: The Sikh counterpart of the above two moron associations, this party played a most shameful role in the Punjab of late 70s and 80s. It whipped up hatred against the indigeneous Non-Sikhs there and still openly swears by Bhindranwale and his bunch of mad dogs aka The Khalistanis. The industrious Sikhs were put to untold hardships because of these loony morons and for 20 years, development all but stopped in Punjab. Real deservers of the ugly finger.

Also earning a honourable mention in my list of bastards are:

Indian Union Muslim League: For running a party solely based on religion and swearing by the two nation formula of Savarkar and Jinnah.

Indian National Congress: For directly patronizing the Khalistani menace under Sanjay Gandhi’s directions, For massacring Sikhs is 1984, for consistently bowing to fantics of all kinds, For allowing the growth of BJP and communal politics through its inaction and covert collusion and for espousing soft Hindutva, a malaise no less than its hardcore version.

My test for a proper party is simple. If it is open solely to people of one religion (eg-IUML), if its top functionaries are from anti-India organisations that preach hatred (eg-BJP) or it has a history of whipping up caste, ethnic or religious tension (eg-Shiv Sena) then that party has no right to exist. The land of Ram, Rahim, Kabir and Vivekanand deserves better. Ban these bastards before their politics of hate tears India apart!

3 comments March 20, 2008

Go Hang.

Exams over today! Mega relief.

Umm..School life too is officially over. Wonder why I am not getting sentimental.

Managed to not screw my exams (thankfully!)…

Hindi–Excellent!

English–Marvellous.

Political Science–Sucked! Big time.

Economics–Fair.

Commerce–Good.

Hope I get a 90…or else am out on my ass.

Add comment March 19, 2008

A chitthi of my own

Pankaj Udhas, just like Amitabh Bachchan and Sachin Tendulkar, can never retire! He also cant get over his “endless love” to appear in his own music video! Therefore we have this Pankaj Udhas creation called “Endless Love” appearing on all music channels. A 20 something girl chased by a moronic guy who looks like a wanker and dresses like a wannabe. Monsieur Pankaj himself makes an appearance, all huffing and puffing, while mouthing some stuff he calls “ghazals”. My advice? Pankaj we all really love you! But please get a life…or atleast let us live our own!

1 comment March 3, 2008

Deuce, game…err…love??

The perennial cry-babies of Indian Tennis are at it again. Yes folks! Taking their God-knows-how-old-dushmani another step forward, Leander Paes and Mahesh Bhupati have started a fresh round of mudslinging. The latest salvo in this direction came when Lea accused teammate Vijay Amritraj of unprofessionalism after the Davis Cup victory over Uzbekistan. A hurt Amritraj ganged up with the other teammates (with some eager leadership by Bhupati) and immediately shot off an e-mail to the Indian Tennis Federation Prez complaining about Lea’s dictatorial and harsh ways. Lea has lately made it a habit to rub people the wrong way by opening his mouth a bit too wide. When was the last we remember him and Bhupati participating in some event without bickering. And they were supposedly the poster boys of Indian Tennis! One can well imagine what impression such moronic personality clashes give to outsiders about Indian sports, which anyway arent much to write home anyway.

A nation of a billion gets one medal in the Olympics! The sole seeded tennis player is criticised for her dress, behaviour, style and what not! The Hockey federation is run by a supercop-turned-female bottompincher for a decade and a half! The I & B Minister heads the Football federation….Umm..I guess the picture is clear! Heavens help Indian sports!

2 comments February 25, 2008

Rail watching woes

I am a self confessed railfan. It may sound like an odd hobby but rest be assured, there are many more like me. We just happen to be certain blokes who never could get over their childhood fascination for trains. Therefore today whenever I travel by train, half of my time is spent near the door: watching the surroundings, hearing the melodious beat of the wheels and feeling the warm air rushing in my face…bliss! I also undertake rail treks. Walk along to the nearest rail line, preferably with a camera in hand..and wait. Soon you hear the far off rumble of the Iron monster, the tracks start throbbing and the magnificent beast rumbles past you, dust flying, horn shrieking and making a hell lot of noise in general. I would prefer that to anything else, anyday.

However the Railway officials dont quite know what to make of people like me. Under the “amazing” Indian laws, all sorts of rail photography is restricted and one needs permission from the competent authorities for something as romantic as taking a pic of a moving train. Bill Aitkens in “Travels by a Lesser Line” has some wonderful anecdotes about such bureaucratic tightasses. Though not such a prolific railfan as Aitkens, I too have had quite a few such experiences….

Enroute to New Jalpaiguri, the train I was travelling in passed through the Sahibpur Chord Line, an archaic line where still semaphore signals and locos from obscure sheds abound. Not wanting to miss this railfanning opportunity, I was taking in all the sights from the door when suddenly the AC coach attendant accosted me…

Coach attendant: Babu, door band kar ke jaao

Me: Nahi uncle, main trains ko dekh raha tha.

C: Trains ko? Usme dekhne ka kya hai?? Sab lohe ka dabba hai…tum andar jaao..

Me: Arey uncle dekhne do na! Main thodi der baad chala jaaunga..

C: Nahi nahi…yeh mana hai..door ke paas khade huye to police pakad leti (rolls his eyes)..Govt ne ban lagaya hai…

Me: (Angry now)…bhaad me gayi Govt aur bhaad mein gayi police…I’ll stand here…

C: baabu baat maano…(tries to force me in)

Me: Par….

C: nahi nahi…andar jaao…

Me:&*%&^$^!!

1 comment February 21, 2008

Its gone: The sad story of the Tiger.

 The Tiger

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,         
In the forests of the night :
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
 

So said William Blake 200 years ago. Unfortunately today the same fearful symmetry is being wiped out. The latest Tiger Census 2007 reveals that India has only 1411 tigers left in the wild. To put that in perspective, probably an apartment in Metropolitan India will have more residents. The Tiger Census in 1997 had stated that India had 3500 tigers. Why this alarming fall then?

There are two reasons. The earlier censuses were all conducted through the pugmark method, a highly inaccurate and misleading method that over-inflated the real figure many times over. But there is no denying that poaching has increased manifold in the past decade with Tigers being summarily wiped out of large swathes of India.

Tiger distribution in 1900 and 1990

In 1900, India still had 40000 tigers. The icon of royalty and the pride of India, it was relentlessly hunted down by the Maharajas and the Britishers. Organised poaching was negligible in those days. By 1947, that figure had halved to 20000 beasts. Preoccupied with Economic development and other human-oriented programs, the Govt of India turned a blind eye to wildlife. Concurrently, demand in China for the tiger’s body parts (to be used in Chinese “medicine”)  led to its large scale massacre in India. By 1972, barely 1872 of these magnificent animals still remained. Alarmed at the rampant massacre of the National Animal, the then PM, Indira Gandhi started Project Tiger. A path-breaking initiative, it led to several hot-spots being designated as Tiger reserves simultenously with stringent Anti-poaching measures. All these had a salutary effect and in 25 years, the population almost doubled.

Sadly, complacency soon set in. A burgeoning human population, large scale clearing of forests, inefficient and corrupt forest departments and relaxation in the laws prohibiting exploitation of the forests led to the influx of poachers, again! The notorious tiger killer, Sansar Chand and his gang within a span of 5 odd years managed to kill each and every tiger in Sariska Reserve, Rajasthan’s most well known reserve after Ranthambore. Bribery played a large role in his remaining undetected. By 2005, the stench of the tiger corpses throughout India finally reached the Govt. which constituted a Tiger Task Force and an official survey. The Tiger Task Force sadly became a bickering point between environmentalists and the politicians and its net achievement in 2 years has been zilch! The Govt also passed the outrageous Forest Land Rights Act which gave virgin forest lands to tribals. The land in reality went into the hands of the Forest Mafia who are now all set to rob India of its remaining forest wealth.

The Royal Bengal Tiger found in India is the most widespread sub-species of the animal. About three others have already become extinct throughout the world. The massive demand in the Far East is fuelling this killing trade and the inefficent bureaucracy is an active conniver. Its not that the tiger is the only victim. The extremely endangered Asiatic Lions were killed in dozens in Gir, Gujarat; their last resort. The Gujarat Govt refuses to relocate some of them to another state as it fears a loss in tourist revenue!! Siberian Cranes are being murdered in Orissa. The Koeladeo Ghana wetlands in Rajasthan are being deliberately dried up, The King Cobras face an uphill battle in South India. 5 rhinos have been killed in two months in Assam and virgin forest is being raped by Granite Mafia in Satyamangalam. Our forest cover has declined to a mere 10% of the total area, way below the sustainable 33%.

Its not that there is no hope. Corbett National Park has shown how a dedicated approach can yield results. It is the only Park where the Tiger population has not fallen. Unfortunately our greed doesnt allow us to see the vital role forests and animals play in the climate and food chain. The common people along with the Govt have to take the initiative and protect this irretrievable resource. However that seems a fond hope. The Tiger looks all set to join the Indian Cheetah, the Pink Headed Duck and the Chinese River Dolphin in the list of hapless creatures that fell a prey to man’s uncontrolled lust.

1 comment February 12, 2008

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