Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Introspection

I am lonely. As lonely as a human being can get. Its ‘no interaction with the outside world for a week’ lonely. I live in my own world. This world is interesting but it doesn’t have much interaction. It’s cold.
Perhaps this cold is not too much unwarranted. I have experienced warmth but certainly it wasn’t too comforting either. I feel like I am swaying in the limbo trying to make sense of it all. I guess why nothing ever makes sense is because nothing is ever stationary - both literally and metaphorically. Just as you think you have figured it all out, the game changes, the rules change and the opponent changes. It’s always a clean slate, and no matter what you write on it, the slate doesn’t change itself. Is it all that there is to life, a stateless Slate?
As I sit here and contemplate, the world is running madly in circles, for it never stops, it can never stop. If I were to look at it from its past, the contemporary world is amazing. We are living the progress, the last generation imagined. The people are jubilant, they have got what they promised to themselves over the centuries. The world is finally free, even if to be enslaved again. But, if I were to look at it all from the future, all kinds of bondages would be removed; all the bondages of oppression, true ; but the bonds of humanity too.

So I surmise I may be living in the future. What was alive that is dead now? I reveled so much in my individual that I forgot my origins, my community, my environment. My ego killed my treasured compassion that inspired me to aspire for the unachievable. I try to fix myself with the promised elixir of love. But I can’t. I am not the same person in silence. In silence, I am a beast with a burden, the burden to present what I resent. I am the dark of night glowing through my silence for what is complete in itself is just the void.

a trade of religions in politics

Politics when organized through premeditated ‘vote banks’ leads to Political leaders and sometimes even Political Parties promise narrow communitarian gains if voted to power.  Modern societies having a cosmopolitan character due to differences in race, religion and mother-tongue are sometimes polarized by portraying social differences as economic or political hegemonies of the perceived outsider community. Such type of community mobilization requires a community oriented rhetoric, which is based on Religion (sometimes also Caste) in India. In West, similar inflammatory propaganda is provided for mass consumption on the basis of race, ethnicity and only recently nationality.
Communalism is a specific type of Communitarianism in which the term community is used in a very vague and wide sense of the word. For instance, a Hindu boy living in Bihar will have more in common with a Muslim boy living in Bihar rather than a Hindu Boy from Kerala or Manipur. ‘Make enemies out of your neighbors in order to have friends in distant places’ isn’t a sound strategy [as can be seen from Indo Pak relations and both claiming support for their country by the US]. Religion can be said to constitute a community but not a cogent comprehensive one. Saying that Hindus of the world are a community is equivalent to saying Humanity as a whole is a community. Hence Hindus and Muslims together have a better chance at building communities than Hindus alone or Muslims alone.
Communalism in India thrives due to the political dividends it offers. Ever since the 19th century, British have kept the Indian Society dissected on the lines of religion in tune with their policy of divide and rule. It was done to weaken the possibilities of a Unified National Uprising, and to a large extent they succeeded in dividing the Nationalist thought and Nationalism on communal lines. The fallout of which is still exploited by proponents of radical – extremist ideologies to stoke communal passions and gain votes out of it. The context and intent of communalism have evolved through time but its impacts on the society still remain the same. The wounds of partition are scratched time and again to convey a highly contentious idea that India’s failings as a Nation can be attributed to a religious bias or appeasement of a particular religious community. The traction gained by the ideologies of Hindutva and Islamic Extremism in recent times has further compounded the problem. These ideologies stoke the fires that take decades of peace and reconstruction to douse out. In India we see a host of communal tinderboxes of cities like Aligarh, Ayodhya, Ahmedabad, Moradabad, etc where communal tensions are pperpetually kept simmering to suit political interests and inter community dialogue is almost always marked with hostility.
The spirit of secularism embodied in the Constitution is sometimes compromised as State finds itself on the wrong side of the conflict. The individual attitudes affect institutional imperatives, emboldened by politicization of the police and bureaucracy. It is pertinent to note that Indian idea of secularism emerged as a reaction to communal tensions going on in the country during the partition. Still the sporadic failings of this constitutional ideal remind us that it is upto the people of this country to make Constitutional ideals a reality on the ground, for when left for state to implement, these ideals become politicized hollow securities of progress.

The need of the hour is to ensure inter-community dialogue of peace, harmony and constructive progressivism in tune with the history of our civilization. This would require reducing the credibility of religious leaders with political overtones and political leaders with religious undertones through mass awareness campaigns and positive propaganda. A vibrant multifaceted program for National Integration through collecting and disseminating spiritual, cultural and scientific traditional knowledge from various states of India can do wonders by not only highlighting the diversity of this country, but bringing it into our living spaces. 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Thrill Will Kill

These dark woods are enchanting mother,
so are the shallow seas and the green cover;
Infact your marvels are just too many to discover,
Every Child born on your body is your lover.

But since all the best things come in a pair,
What's the point of daunty hope without gloomy despair?
A spoilt child has done what even Gods wouldn't dare,
Drinking her mother's blood, she is certainly beyond repair. 

Go Green

Together We praise the joy of living;
Generosity of nature, God's believing.
May this raging earth forgive us for being mean;
In this hour of need, we promise to go green.

Together we stand for you all waiting in oblivion;
Thanking God for making us his best creation.
Shameful are we for disturbing his great equation;
We blame no one but ourselves for this drastic situation.

Dear Mother, We will always be known by your name,
You nurtured us and we returned the favour in shame.
We exploited you over and over for a progress so lame,
Knowingly neglected our mother as angrier she bacame.

But now, For your rescue we promise to take a stand;
We shall make the sea cleaner, greener the land.
Promise to suture your wounds, always at your command;
With our Joint effort, we shall cool down this burning sand.