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.
It is here that I witnessed such casual cruelty to small children that thereafter I mistrusted anyone who claimed to be a Servant of God.
What was worse was that it was mostly the Indian nuns, in charge of dormitories & kitchen that showed their worst side.
Either the foreign ones knew & turned a blind eye I’m not sure. But the Kapos, did their job well.
Last year when skeletons came tumbling out of Canadian residential schools that were home to some of the most harrowing examples of abuse against indigenous children
many bad memories bubbled forth.
No doubt, some of us came out unscathed.
Others with recollections they would rather forget…
And then there is #Lavanya who paid with her life.
That feeling of being alone, afraid, abandoned in the face of aggressive proselytising is real.
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.
Lately, there has been a lot of talk on Social Media on those who left, on those who wish to leave, but little on those who are considering a return…
When some of our friends & family left to make a life overseas through the 70s-90s - a time of acute shortages & that License Raj which broke the spirit of entrepreneurship - we didn’t, because if truth be told, we hadn’t in hand the right opportunity to take the plunge.
However the possibility was seriously examined for the first time during the UPA years when governance & State seem to crumble before our eyes, brazen skull-numbing corruption hit you in the face on a daily basis,
Then there is a breed who gladly removes his own langot to cover up the ugliness of our colonial past only to reveal a sorry appendage of perhaps collaborator forefathers or worse,a hangdog appeal to Old Masters for a pat on the head. Good boy ! Go fetch.
Nothing can beat the deracinated one who goes gaga-googoo over Heads of Govt. who attend Midnight Mass, Eid Milans, Sunday Breakfasts, Gurudwaras & what not but throw a apoplectic fit if a Hindu PM of a Hindu majority country worships in a temple …
Every cracker in the NCR had a message that echoed through the country ! #Diwali2021
How did the State administrations & Courts, eager in their almost evangelical zeal, conclude that a cracker ban on Diwali was the solution to our pollution problems?
Is it that they don’t understand the problem at all?
Or is that they have no idea how to handle it?
Or was it simply a case of taking for granted a compliant community because all else has failed?
What seems even more surprising, is that they actually believed people would quietly comply on this very important festival & the ban could be enforced with a ratio of 150 policemen to a 100,000 Indians.