Class - Privileged but Woke.
Chaiwala & Pakodawala are also people.
First Language - English but will now occasionally pop in a few chaste Hindi words in North India.
In the South & the East besides English we anyway spoke the regional language with a cute lilt.
(Think: Moon Moon Sen)
Religious Denomination- Atheist but erm …tending towards a deep spiritualism that could be termed Hinduism… BUT… definitely not that Hindutva stuff.
Celebrations - Let’s see how it goes.…
Getting very mixed signals from The Club.
Food - Proudly non vegetarian. Not so gauche to be classified as vegetarian. But yes, considering being vegan after seeing an eye opening documentary on the BBC.
~Personal Statement~
Erm… we didn’t read the signs. Erm… we ignored the signs …
Like the Courts of France & Russia we believed victory would be ours.
Petitions of -
200 Eminent Citizens
100 Senior Bureaucrats
70 Has-been BollywoodStars…
All the while these peasants were breaking down the door.
So give them NYAY we said. But they flung it in our face.
~Opinion~
Rahul Toh Gaya.
(See, I’m already talking like them)
Rahul-In-A-Cotton-Saree Bhi Gayee.
(O God! Here I go again)
This summer plan delving into my roots.
Think the lush hills, gentle streams of Aberdeen might be the right place to begin.
Have to confess this is not the India we knew.
An India where no one listens to us & worse makes fun of us !
I mean my grandparents, parents, uncles & aunties dished out so many favours & in turn crawled for theirs & this how they repay us …
~Syncretic Culture~
Owaisi needs to get a grip. But yes articles in WaPo & NY
Times on how Muslims feel insecure in Modi’s India will be turned out at a breathless pace.
Thank God every once in a while their Sadhu or Sadhvi says something & we have our raison d’etre.
~Social Standing~
First of all - Are we standing?
And next - Keep that Kanhaiya away from me.
What a waste of single malt, kebabs & good (erm…demonetised) money.
~Lexicon~
Gau Mutra & Sanghi are now stale & new insults must be worked on, keeping our own future in mind.
If this is going to be … like forever, then must call The Club & strategise.
~Mission Statement~
This is not the end of our privileged existence.
Rahul must be readied & relaunched.
It can be done. It must be done.
~Motto~
Erm…Bharat Mata Ki Jai !
If this is what they want. This is what I will give.
Can we …erm…discuss price?
And Sir jee (eww, here I go again) remember being Hindu is all about forgiveness…
Till of course, I strike that dagger in your back.
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It was around 2001-02
I first heard the name #YogiAdityanath.
It was before the time our workers had their own cellphones & so would occasionally come in the office to make a call.
One particular afternoon I could hear the distraught voice of a young carpenter in the next
room & then the phone being repeatedly dialled by an office staff member.
He was trying to get through to a PCO where the carpenter’s parents were waiting.
His mother’s wails & his father’s trembling voice resonated in that office cabin as they broke the news to him that
his sister had gone missing. To date I remember the fear I felt sitting far away in Delhi.
As he collected his salary & hurriedly left to catch a train home to UP, work came to a stand still in our workshop & we discussed Kamlesh’s situation.
The once-invincible citadels are crumbling.
People who thrived & prospered behind those thick, impregnable walls seem nervous.
Almost fearful that the boundaries they had carved, the exclusive clubs they had maintained, will now be overrun by different ideas,
thoughts, ideologies…
With little or no infusion of new blood in our arts,
literature, history, education, culture, publishing, films, politics have been reduced to mediocrity. Manned by zealous gatekeepers drunk on power & arrogance.
Nevertheless, new, brave names are now coming forth.
From quiet insistence to a suppressed roar they have begun rattling the iron gates of many a citadel.
It is a fact that since time immemorial, every civilisation & society has pushed for churn & renewal …or perished.
Imagine spending every waking moment cursing the land of your birth, taunting faith & culture of the people who live here..
All the while deluding oneself to be the progeny of the sword wielding, stallion riding vanquishers from the Arabee who once ruled over Hindoostan.
Only ….
to have that horse brought to a skidding halt….!
Then insult to injury -
to be actually told to go back to what one was in denial of & running away from, in the first place.
Oops! no stallion, no sand storm, no Arabian Nights in this story dear Scheherazade of #WaPo
Strange,this past year
a man whose metier was to accuse his own country of intolerance & fascism on every occasion was killed by his co religionists in an Islamic country.
And now it took the Saudis, the keepers of Mecca Medina, to call out this woman’s dangerous doublespeak,
Out of the twelve schools I went through the 60s-70s, seven were missionary schools. Like others I went to school in the day & returned home to the safety, warmth & comfort of my family in the evenings.
Besides academics, I enjoyed the extra curricular activities these schools offered - in theatre, elocution, debate, music & sports.
I have many fond memories of those schools & some teachers left an lasting impression & lessons that serve me well to date.
It was however, in a missionary boarding school where I spent a year that I changed my opinion completely about this system of education & the influences it yields from morning to night, day after day without the cocooning protection of parents.
From my father’s various postings across India we always returned to spend at least a part of his annual leave at my grandparents home in Delhi, which in those days, was walking distance from India Gate.
To go after dinner with the extended family to the India Gate lawns, enjoy an icecream & buy a gas balloon was a treat I remember well.
George V’s statue oversaw the entire area & could be seen from every direction.
It was something that angered both my grandfather & grand uncle no end.
We kids were encouraged to always sit with our backs to it.
Mind you, my grandfather was a soldier who had served in Burma & Ceylon during WW2.
Imagine what has been interrupted.
Imagine what has been disrupted.
That the entire eco-system has no hesitation to set fire to this country, go to any length to divide it, because they believe they’ve been deprived of what is rightfully theirs & held once, so firmly.
The question arises again & again-
What exactly is at stake for them?
What exactly is the deal & with whom ?
Did they really believe that their position was so secure, with people eating out of their hands that they would continue to hold on infinitely in a democracy?
Were we even a democracy in the first place or just a sham wrapped around a Family?
This Family & its courtiers, always in power or close to it, has shown us over the past 7yrs that it has no vision,no understanding of our aspirations,nothing to offer except anarchy & violence.