The Gender Protocol Has Teeth

Thank you, Kabir

KK writes on excellent topics, AI and art among them. He is also almost certainly BB, which makes him KB: Kishore Badshah.

Kabir emailed the admin team about a set of KB’s comments. They attacked a Pakistani female politician. They referred to her looks and used a very offensive, misogynistic term of abuse. The Gender Protocol demands courtesy towards women. KB grossly violated it.

KB has had a 20-comment removal fine. That is a sad outcome, because his comments on AI and art were particularly high signal. It is also a public warning: this behaviour will never be tolerated.

When Kabir stepped out of line last month with his own extremely ugly comments, we held him accountable and left those comments up as a deliberate reminder. The Protocols and Precedents exist for a reason.

Many thanks to Kabir for using the appropriate channel and emailing in these gross violations, which had slipped past us.

We always prioritise the safety and wellbeing of our small community. We also hold very firm redlines on acceptable language, especially towards women, minorities and other marginalised people.

Pakistan Punches Above Its Weight. Blame Aligarh.

Many thanks to Kabir for inspiring this piece.

Toor at the Courtauld

Salman Toor was born in Lahore in 1983 and paints in New York. On Thursday TIME put him on its first TIME100 Art list, and he told the magazine “I straddle two cultures“. On 2 October the Courtauld opens his first solo show in Europe, nineteen paintings made since 2019. He describes the work as queer and immigrant lives, caught between intimacy and exposure, belonging and estrangement. One of the principal pictures, a bar on East 13th Street, revisits Manet’s bar at the Folies-Bergère, which hangs downstairs in the same building.

Two weeks ago his partner’s Pasoori became the first Pakistan-made music video to pass a billion views, and nine-tenths of those views came from outside Pakistan. I wrote about it. Add Toor. Add that Britain’s Muslim public face is Pakistani. How does Pakistan gets so much of so little that in the end it is the hegemon of “Monsoon” (Sub-altern) Islam, when technically it doesn’t even belong in that category. My candidate is the language, and I am not sure it is enough.

The Indus was the corridor, not the capital

Start with the map. Pakistan is the Indus, and the Indus was where everyone arrived. Alexander crossed it. Mahmud of Ghazni crossed it seventeen times. Babur crossed it and kept going, because the prize lay east. Lahore mattered: fourteen years as Akbar’s capital, Jahangir’s tomb, Shah Jahan’s gardens, Aurangzeb’s mosque. But the high culture that made modern Urdu crystallised farther east and later. Mir and Ghalib wrote in Delhi. Lucknow kept the court after Delhi lost it. Sir Syed built the college at Aligarh that manufactured the class in the next section. Lahore joined the Urdu world in earnest when the colonial state put Urdu above Punjabi in the province’s offices and schools, which is the story of the Lahnda post.

In 1947 Pakistan got the corridor and Lahore. Delhi, Lucknow and Aligarh stayed on the other side. On paper that is a house with a doorway with just about one good room.

Alavi’s salariat Continue reading Pakistan Punches Above Its Weight. Blame Aligarh.

Pakistan Has a Dosa and Nobody Told You

A dosa in wheat country

My Urdu teacher is from Rajanpur, at the bottom of Punjab where the Koh-e-Sulaiman begins and, as he puts it, three provinces meet. On Friday morning, Pakistan time, he told me about a bread I could not picture. “We Saraiki people make dosa,” he said. “We have been making it for centuries. We have a name for it: chilla.”

Then the method. “Rice flour. Make it into a batter, thin as gravy. Spread it on the tawa with any bowl.” That is a dosa. Nobody rolls a chilla. In Delhi a cheela is a gram-flour pancake. His is rice, in a province that eats wheat. His mother makes it every winter and the family eats it with saag. In summer nobody touches it. He sent me a photograph of last winter’s, taken on the tawa.

“What a mixture Punjab is,” he said. “We sit eating a South Indian dosa with saag. Punjab’s authentic food with South India’s.” He does not know where it came from. He thinks there is some connection between South India and South Punjab, a Dravidian one and a roti one.

Is there a Dravidian residue in South Punjab, on the plate and on the tongue?

What Friday looks like

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In Remembrance of Shaheed Lt. Ashfaqus Samad, Bir Uttam (My Cousin Nishat Bhai):

by Shawkat

A Tribute to A Family of Freedom Fighters

In 1971, my cousin Ashfaqus Samad (Nishat Bhai) was a student in the Statistics dept. of Dhaka University, having graduated from St. Gregory’s School and Notre Dame College. A talented student, he was considering options of graduate study at MIT and elsewhere. Pakistan Army’s genocidal crackdown started on the night of March 25th; on the 27th, he and his friends Badal, Bodi (Shaheed) and Masud left for Kishoreganj and met with EBR forces there. On April 4th, they returned with a few .303 rifles, some ammunition and 25 grenades, thus becoming the first guerrillas to organize armed resistance in Dhaka. The cache was initially stored at his home, and subsequently moved cross-town at great peril to his friend Towhid Samad’s Dhanmondi residence. Realizing that it was inadequate, he then went to Agartala, India, for further military training.

After seeing sporadic action in the Saldanadi sector, in June he was selected for the First War Course of Bangladesh Army, to be trained by the Indian Army at Camp Murti, near the Indo-Bhutan border. Bearing ID No. S.S. 33, he was one of 61 Commissioned Officers, including Sheikh Kamal (eldest son of Sheikh Mujib), who graduated on October 9th, and one of only two of his batch to be killed in action (KIA) during the war. He was assigned to Sector 6 in Dinajpur and Rangpur, where he helped liberate several areas, notably Bhurungamari, the first upazila (sub-district) to be freed.

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Open thread: Geopolitics and any other interesting news

Please use this thread for any fun conversations. Please do abide by basic courtesy towards one another. 

1. Have folks been tracking the gold prices lately? I personally feel like gold might plateau by mid-2027 but we’re all soothsayers at this point.

2. Any general market trends? Are SIPs losing their sheen? What’s the next big investment strategy?

3. That AI will kill humanity in a decade? True or paranoia?

4. India Pakistan naval collision in the Arabian sea.

 

 

How Pakistan Became South Asia’s Reference Muslims

The comments have turned into a meditation over whether Urdu ends up as one more dialect of Hindi. I think the fight is about something bigger. Partition took one Muslim political world and cut it into three. Seventy-nine years on, one of the three sets the culture for all of them, and it is the one that took the language.

By reference Muslims I do not mean the most devout or the richest. I mean the group whose speech, dramas, music and religious manner supply the default picture of a South Asian Muslim outside its own borders.

Three blocs, one language

Pakistan has ~230 million Muslims, India ~200 million, Bangladesh ~150 million. In 1971, when the second partition finished the job, the three stood almost level at about 60 million each. Pakistan has pulled ahead since by having more children. Nobody planned any of it. The Muslim League asked for a homeland for the Muslims of India, got two-thirds of them inside one country, and lost half of those within a generation.

The three blocs were never one culture. A Bengali cultivator, a Punjabi Jat, a Sindhi tenant and a Lucknow ashraf household shared a mosque and not much else. What they shared at the top was one political world and one elite language. That language was Urdu, and Urdu was not Pakistani. It grew up in Delhi and matured in Lucknow. Ghalib is buried in Delhi and Mir in Lucknow. Aligarh taught it. The Punjab, which became Pakistan’s heart, spoke something else entirely, as I argued in my last post.

Pakistan made it the state language anyway. In March 1948 Jinnah stood in Dhaka and told the Bengalis they could keep Bengali for their province, but that the state would speak Urdu and only Urdu. Few in either wing spoke it at home then. The 2023 census puts it at 9.25% of Pakistanis now. The Punjabis, Sindhis, Pashtuns and Baloch learnt it at school. On 21 February 1952 police shot Bengali students in Dhaka for objecting, and the road to 1971 opened from there. The Bengalis kept their language. They still lost the argument about whose culture the Muslims of the subcontinent would run on.

So the language of the Indian Muslim elite now carries a Pakistani label. When a Hindu in Delhi hears Urdu, he hears Pakistan. When a Pakistani hears Urdu, he hears himself.

Why Urdu does not dissolve Continue reading How Pakistan Became South Asia’s Reference Muslims

How Pakistan Punjabified Lahnda and Urdufied Punjab

As promised I wanted to write on the ongoing argument about Provinces of Pakistan. Mohsin Naqvi lit it in July by declaring the system of governance collapsed. On 10 September the parliamentary affairs minister, Tariq Fazal Chaudhry, said Parliament would debate new provinces in October. Two days later Rana Sanaullah said the decision belonged to Parliament, with a referendum to follow if a joint sitting approved one. Sindh’s assembly had already passed a resolution on 3 September rejecting any division of the province, and Saraiki nationalists said in August that their claim to a province is older than any administrative tidy-up.

The argument is framed as administration. Punjab has 127 million people; should it be split? The better question is what Punjab is. The province Pakistan inherited in 1947 had already been remade once. The British had moved Punjabi cultivators, including large numbers of Sikh Jats and Muslim agriculturalists from the crowded central and eastern districts, into its west. Partition moved more. The middle of the old continuum was increasingly counted as Punjabi, while Pakistan put Urdu above it. The latest census suggests that linguistic hierarchy is still reshaping how Punjab identifies itself.

What Grierson found

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Wild Tamil Nadu: An ode to the Tamil Nadus rich biodiversity

I had the pleasure of watching Wild Tamil Nadu over the weekend. This one hour long documentary takes one on a journey throughout Tamil Nadu from the shola grasslands all the way to brackish coastal estuaries, with the different biomes in between. It was produced under the CSR initiative of the TVS group, produced by Nature in Focus and is presently being played  in PVR.

Structure:
The documentary follows the classification found in Sangam texts that divided Tamil nadu between Kurinji( Mountains), Mullai( Forests),Marutham( Croplands),Palai(Arid Zones) and Neithal( Coasts).

In each area along with breathtaking shots of the overall landscape and the different animals that live there, we follow the lives of species, that are not as well known but who play a vital role in maintaining the ecosystems that characterize this part of the country, with many charismatic species while present getting a little lesser focus.

Highlights:

From the majestic hornbill, who for the first time in my recollection have been caught engaging in aerial combat to the egrets that capture insects unsettled by a harvesting of rice paddy to the life and death struggle between ants and the deadly antlion that predates on ants by trying to bury them in a sandpit of its own making to the symbiotic relationship between blind shrimp and guppies.

On the advertisements it promises to show never before seen footage, and it does deliver that.

This documentary is the first to capture the Madras Hedgehog on film as well as capturing the cooperative fishing technique of cormorants that corral fish in one area for all the temporary denizens of Lake Pullicat to feast. For those who have seen the cooperative fishing of underwater creatures and birds on National Geographic you wont be disappointed.

The documentary also managed to capture sperm whales in the gulf of Mannar, as well as get video evidence of Olive ridley turtles nesting on Marina beach of all places.

The film makers undoubtedly succeeded in showing the full panaroma of life within Tamil Nadu, with the time they had.

Criticism:

If there is one criticism of this documentary other than its length which is too short in my opinion, it is that maybe enough focus was not put on the issues facing wildlife in an increasingly urbanizing India, it is good to focus on the symbiotic relationship that some elephants in where they eat weeds that grow in tea plantations on the valparai plateau, during their migration from Annamalai tiger reserve., but focus should be given on the issues that are occurring as habitats are fragmented and animals are forced into areas that they would rather not be in. 

Some of the landscapes shown in this documentary were also shown in documentary on the Nilgiris by the Nilekani foundation where human wildlife conflict was front and center, given that this documentary will in all likelihood be shown in zoos, schools and colleges throughout Tamil Nadu, focusing more on effects urbanization is having and not just instances of coexistence, would have been beneficial.

Conclusion:

Overall, aside from this quibble, everything from the direction to the footage captured( like imagine sperm whales being captured so close to Indian coast) , to the lesser known animals who are the stars of this documentary and carry it effectively without their more charismatic peers this is worth a watch and definitely should be supported. I am confident that many people in both Tamil Nadu and elsewhere will feel even more motivated to learn about and preserve our natural heritage after seeing how diverse and resilient it is.

Two hornbills interlocking in aerial combat

                                                                                   There is a thriving population of dugongs in both the Paki Strait and Gulf Of Mannar who sadly did not make an appearance in this documentary.

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