Insanity Unlimited

I have always marveled at the functioning of Indian system, I mean whenever I think that what could be the driving force, which is making it run from so many years, my brain goes wild. I always find everything going on in a very smooth equilibrium and you can find all the antagonistic things living side by side. You can find corruption and honesty living side by side, as if they were some lovers who were born to live like that. You can find both intelligence and stupidity intermingled so closely to each other that go to any work place, you can find the difference in black and white. You find people supporting and praising talented people at one time, at other time you will find people calling them as a symbol of elitist oppressors.

In India everybody is moving on without knowing why they are moving or where they are heading but all of them know one thing for sure "We have to keep moving". You read big stories covering the grand success through which Indian Economy is going on or great thing regarding equality and democracy that India is preaching at international stage but I am sure noone ever noticed what a mockery of these two words is being made in the country.

State is imposing a ruthless discrimination in the name of upliftment of downtrodden. Reservations are imposed without any data collection or proper reason being given. Supreme court is shouting at the top of its voice that "how can Govt. of India first play the game and them make the rules". Supreme court has time and again suggeted our HON. DEMOCRATICALLY elected govt. to remove creamy layer from the ambit of reservation but the penchant hypocracy prevailing in the democratic setup itself doesn't allow OUR govt to listen to the reasonable voice. As I already mentioned, in India people learn to live very easily with the vices and virtue without creating much fuss, they also accepted reservation as the their fate. Protests died down because protestors knew that nothing other than demographic count can put any reason into the head of Head of State in India.

I feel that Indian leaders has got a contagious disease to show that they are very considerate of poor without knowing actually how to do that. Few days back only I saw one advertisement in Hindu published in public interest by Govt. of India saying " I am prepared, I have my boat ready, and lots of stuff ready and a fisherman was shown there and at the bottom it was written I am empowered". Now the basic question, which came to my mind, was "can a fisherman read English"? I am sure not many of them will be able to read English, then what is the point of giving this ad. in Hindu.

The reason is clear, DEMOCRATICALLY elected Govt of India doesn't go by reasons. They are not concerned who is getting benefited from its policies; all they care is votes, so that they can come back. Using Hindu (most widely circulated paper) they want to give the impression to middle class that they care for the people and by giving reservations they make sure that they can appease about 50% of the population. Cheap tools like caste, religion, bottle of local wine and some cash can easily lure poor.

The stage is all set for the enactment of George Orwell's ANIMAL FARM...

oops!!! sorry stage was always set here in India, I guess George Orwell must have taken the inspiration from India :)

Incredible India - The Good, Bad and Ugly

Once I saw the caption line used by the Tourism Department of India "Incredible India".I really could not understand the implication of those two words. I thought it to be a good caption line but what is so incredible about India. After all this also just another country spread across the globe, though unlike others, Indians were able to increase their count to one billion.After so much of the strain on my grey cells, I found that indeed India is incredible otherwise where you will find hundreds of religions, thousands of languages (including dialects) and millions of tourist places but if you thinks that is all about India then you are grossly mistaken. There is much more in India which makes it really incredible.

The country with millions of square feet of sprawling IT workspaces spread over its fast booming metros, living side by side with the biggest slums of the world.The country which claims to become the Guru of world in art, religion and literature is now fast headed to become the IT super power of the world. This is not the only good part that can be spoken about India, there is also a long success story related to revival of manufacturing sector and green revolution, which can be narrated infinite times. So i guess that give a very good picture of GOOD face of "Incredible India" but I think BAD face is more horrible with millions and millions dying of malnutrition, high corruption (70th place out of 162) and a fracture country divided along the lines of religion, region, language and caste.

But in this blog, my aim is not to focus on either the good or bad face of India. Here want to bring into attention the UGLY face of "Incredible India" The face which stinks beyond imagination like a gutter and make you ask one question again and again, what is so incredible about India?

In the fast commercializing world, when most of the people don't prefer to make literature as their living, the ones who have proved their mettle are struggling to earn their bread. Everybody raised hue and cry (in India also) when Mohd. Ali threw away his gold medal in the river against the racial discrimination but no body bothered when the person who was once part of Olympics hockey gold winning Indian squad and had to sell his gold medal to get the treatment for his wife and children. He died while selling ground nuts on foot paths. The goverment instead of doing anything to save the dying literature/art/sports in the country are busy trying to save their chair. The help is given to those who really don't need any.Yesterday I read one story in Hindu about a State Sahitya Academy award winner poet who is struggling hard to make is living. I am pasting it below and I am sure reader can't do anything to stop this story in hovering in his mind for a long time.

The poet as fishmonger (K.P.M. BASHEER) Source: The Hindu

IT was a monsoon night. The village was soaked in rain. The tiny thatched hut leaked. The kerosene lamp struggled to fight off the wet winds that tried to snuff out its pale light.

Hungry and lying in his grass mattress spread out on the floor, Pavithran listened to the night's wail. His mother rose, and came close. "Child, there's a treasure trove hidden in a bamboo grove a little distance away," she whispered in his ears. "I am going out to get it. Be a nice boy and go to sleep."

Vivid memory

Leaving him alone in the hut, she walked out into the rainy night.

The mother returned by midnight. She had no treasure trove with her; only a wet five-rupee note in her hand. Tears in her eyes, she dried it against the flickering lamp.

More than a quarter century later, Pavithran Theekkuni, the celebrated young Malayalam poet, still vividly remembers that tortured night. It had scorched the innocence of his boyhood.

His mother had gone treasure hunting again on many nights — for, she had to feed two young stomachs, Pavithran's and his sister's. She could never get him the promised treasure trove, but her nocturnal travels left a deep scar on Pavithran's mind. Years later, their burning memories echoed in his poetry. In the widely admired poem "Nidhi" (treasure trove), the poet scoops out the molten lava of that painful experience into his readers' hearts.

For a five-rupee note, Pavithran's father had once "sold" him when he was a little boy. The insane father has lived on the street, almost naked, for the past three decades. All his childhood, Pavithran suffered the ridicule, "madman's son".

Basis of his poetry

"My experiences formed my poetry," Pavithran tells his interviewer. "With my 32 years of life experiences, I can probably keep on writing poetry for the next 10 lifetimes."

Sitting on a rock near his home in Aayancherry, 60 km from Kozhikode, his shirt and hair and hands reek of fish. He is just back from the village market where he makes a living by selling fish. Eight books of poetry and several poetry awards (including a State Sahitya Akademi Award) later, selling fish is his only reliable source of income. Earlier, he used to carry the fish basket on his head and sell door-to-door; now, from a wooden board raised on the road's edge.

"I make upwards of Rs. 150 a day," Pavithran says. Mackerels, sardines and seer fish help feed three stomachs — his wife Shaantha's and two children's — who live with him in a rundown one-room thatched hut that has no electric light.

"There is no poetry on my mind while I sell fish; all I care about is to sell out my ware." That was why he asked the interviewer to wait until sundown.

Hawking fish has helped end his years of wandering across Kerala picking up odd jobs — as restaurant waiter, digger of phone-cable pits, newspaper vendor, coconut plucker, barber, chef, stone-cutter, headload worker and occasionally as beggar. And writing poetry in between. "It was poetry that kept me going during those days of pain and hardship."

Driven by extreme poverty and debt, Pavithran and his family had, at one time, attempted suicide. On the 1999 Onam night, the four-member family laid down across railway tracks near Thrissur awaiting a train to end their worries forever. But, a few minutes before the train arrived, Pavithran's three-year-old daughter got up and cried out for water. At this, the one-year-old son got up too, and both refused to lie down on the tracks again. Then, the family went back to life. That night, as rain poured, they slept in a shed.

While his wife and the son were in hospital, Pavithran, holding his daughter's hand, begged in the streets for days to keep the family alive. But even during those days, he used to scribble poems in his notebook. In one of those poems, Pavithran asks: "Is death harder than starvation?"

Emotional support

Pavithran married his wife Shaantha at the age of 20 while he was still in college. She was from a poor family and was practically illiterate and her father had died of mental illness. "I married for money," Pavithran admits. "I was keen on marrying off my sister in order to rescue her from my home." With the little money he got as his dowry, the sister was married off. But the marriage didn't last long.

"But for Shaantha, I would have ended my life long back," he says with gratitude. "She stood by me in all my travails." He sold off her only piece of gold jewellery to get his first book of poetry, Spring of Wounds, published in 1994, when he was just 20. (He got his second book published by raising Rs. 20 each from 500 people.) After marriage, he dropped out of college.

Pavithran had started writing poetry when he was in high school. "Poetry just came out of my hardships," he says. "It was my only weapon against life's assaults." He was not a great reader, and had skipped all the must-read classics of Malayalam poetry.

He was a bright student. Working on holidays, and even during intervals between classes, he supported himself. Poverty, the "insecurity of the home" and the bad reputation brought in by his parents had forced him to drop out of school and college many times.

His free verses use simple, short words which are deep and intense. Some read like Zen poems. Not for him the high-flung, flowery poetic language. The imagery comes from subaltern lives.

Most of his poems first appeared in magazines. "Those editors who once rejected me are now seeking out my poems; I send the same poems they had once rejected," Pavithran says with a chuckle.

Critics' responses

"Pavithran's poetic sensibilities come from his lived experiences," the late Dr. Ayyappa Panicker, the well-known poet, observed in a review of his poems. "His mind and poetry are full of fire — but they do not yell out, just smoulder."

So far eight volumes of his poetry have come out in print. But they offered not much of a financial relief. The latest, Thekkuni Kavithagal, was published by DC Books recently. Leading literary critics rank him high among the young poets. His poems are referred to as "poems born out of fire" and "poems smelling of scorched lives". Some critics have accused him of "having brought in the stench of fish to Malayalam poetry".

Pavithran says he has no intention to quit hawking fish in the near future.

Ref: http://www.hindu.com/mag/2006/11/12/stories/2006111200350700.htm

A wake up call for Feminists

I have always wondered how people manage to find some trivial issues to raise and then fight for them. Take the case of north south divide, the whole issue rest on the difference in language. People are going mad about it, fighting with each other but in turn leaving out the core issues i.e. the widespread poverty which prevails everywhere in the country.Then can't help but to think about the fight going on for over a century between communists and capitalist. The whole issue being who should own the enterprise i.e. the top bureaucrats or some capitalists. In the end it has to be none other then the poor labor class people who will suffer in both the systems.I don't deny the fact that it is suppose to be this way only. In the food chain, somebody gotta to be on the top. Not every one can be at the same level.

When talking about struggles, how can anyone miss one of the greatest revolution to happen in our century. Yes, you guessed it correctly, I am speaking about FEMINISM. The movement claims to fight for the upliftment of fairer sex who has been oppressed from the times of Adam and Eve. Even I agree that these poor creatures bears so much throughout their lives but for no reason but this movement never meant to address the core issues ( just like any others movement).Rather this movement started to focus on issues like why can't women smoke, drink or go out naked etc just like man!! Now my question is do you really think that women's main suffering is that they are not allowed to smoke or drink or going out naked. So I thought (not actually but got the idea from the movie "Before Sunrise") that "feminism must have been a men's idea" and I think somewhere behind this movement are men only. Of late I don't see any funny issues from these feminists, so thought that I should suggest them a few and I do promise that as a mark of respect to their movement's grand history I won't suggest any issues which may remotely help the needy women. Here are the few issues which should be taken up in the near future:

1) Few days back I was passing by a construction site, there I saw one warning board "Men at Work, Please Go Slow". Now the question is why "Men at work" was written though there are so many women also working. Don't you think that this warning message is a conspiracy of men against women to devaluate their hardwork?

My suggestion is that government should pass a legislation enforcing all the contractors to put the board mentioning "Women and Men at work" (though there is a risk traffic jams after putting these boards :D ). Considering the gravity of crime, the contractor not abiding by this should be given life imprisonment.

2)I also see that in public transport busses, seats on left sides and the rear are reserved for women and the ones on the right and the front (just left to driver) are left unreserved. Again its clear that by reserving the back seats, men want to subjugate them they way they have been doing for generations.

My suggestion would be to reserve every alternate seat for women (not to mention starting from seat no. 1 :D).

I will try to come up with lot more issues to help (wo)men from time to time. :D