Pankaj Mishra and Nadeem Aslam

Congratulations for having won the Yale University prize.

Indian writer Pankaj Mishra is one
of eight writers from seven countries winning a $150,000 Yale University prize
each in recognition of their achievements and to support their ongoing work. Mishra,
an Indian essayist, memoirist, travel writer and novelist, won the Windham
Campbell Literature Prize in non-fiction category, The Beinecke Rare Book &
Manuscript Library at Yale announced.

Other winners in the three
categories are: in fiction, Aminatta Forna (Sierra Leone), Nadeem Aslam (Pakistan), and Jim Crace (United Kingdom); in
non-fiction John Vaillant (United States/Canada); and in drama, Kia Corthron
(United States), Sam Holcroft (United Kingdom) and Noëlle Janaczewska
(Australia).

[Guardian backstory on Nadeem Aslam] He was born in 1966 in Gujranwala, a Punjabi town north of Lahore.
His father was a communist, poet and film producer. Through his family,
“I learned about political commitment and the life of the mind, and that
an artist is never poor.” His mother’s side were “money-makers, factory
owners – and very religious,” some versed in storytelling, music and
painting…..

The adult in Season of the Rainbirds
who destroys children’s playthings as idols, was based on a maternal
uncle, an adherent of a “strict, unsmiling sect” of Islam, who smashed
his nephew’s toys.
As Aslam later wrote in “God and Me”, a fragment of
memoir in Granta in 2006: “My uncle’s version of Islam was the same kind
practised by the Taliban regime in Afghanistan three decades later.”
That first novel was a child’s-eye view of a violent shift in society,
and the spread of extremist sects, compounded by a crackdown after an
attempt on the life of the ruling general – as happened in Pakistan in
1982.

Aslam was 11 when General Zia ul-Haq seized power in a
military coup in 1977, with a drive for “Islamic values”. “He changed
the entire texture of Pakistani life,” Aslam recalls.
“People began to
give children Arabic names. There were public floggings and hangings.”
His mother’s family approved. His father’s were appalled….

“Whatever Zia did before
Christmas Eve 1979 was condemned. On Christmas Day, he became a hero.

This is how things spiralled and the jihadi mindset emerged. My father
and uncles, radical communists, were among those who said don’t do this,
don’t encourage this mindset.” As Zia clamped down, “journalists and
writers were arrested, or had to leave the country in fear”. One uncle
was “taken away and tortured”.

Once the Soviets withdrew, and US
interest waned, the Taliban rose. As Aslam sees it, “10 years later 9/11
happened and half the planet woke up. They had no idea it came out of
the cold war.” Later, teaching at George Washington University in 2009,
Aslam would pass the White House, and think “how words on grey paper in
the 1980s became fists, electric wires and instruments of torture which
broke members of my family and friends”.
When he said as much in a US
interview, “it was seen as anti-American. But these were the results
of the cold war. These decisions, with the collusion of Pakistani
rulers, ended up breaking and killing people.”

[ref. wiki] His debut novel, Season of the Rainbirds (1993), set in rural
Pakistan, won the Betty Trask and the Author’s Club First Novel Award. He
won widespread praise for his next novel
Maps for Lost Lovers (2004) which is set
in the midst of an immigrant
Pakistani community in an English town in the
north.
Aslam’s third novel, The Wasted Vigil, is set in Afghanistan.
On 11 February 2011, it was short-listed for the Warwick Prize For Writing . Aslam’s fourth novel is The Blind Man’s
Garden (2013). It is set in Western Pakistan and Eastern Afghanistan and
looks at the War on Terror through the eyes of local, Islamist
characters. It contains also a tender love story loosely based on the
traditional Punjabi romance of Heer Ranjha.

 

[excerpts from an interview with N.A.] Somebody once said about Picasso that in the Soviet Union they hated
his art but they loved his politics, and in the States, they loved his
art but they hated his politics. When my previous novel, The Wasted Vigil, was
published, I ended up giving readings in New York, Lahore, and New
Delhi, within a period of twenty days. 

In New York, someone stood up,
after I read a sequence and said “You are a pro-jihadi. It’s clear from
what you’re saying that you support jihadi violence. You should be
ashamed of yourself.” I went to Lahore and I gave a reading from the
same passage and someone stood up and said, “You are an American agent.
You work for the CIA. You should be ashamed of yourself.” I went to
New Delhi, and after reading the same passage, someone stood up and
said, “You are a conservative reactionary. You think of capitalism and
conservatism as the pinnacle of human achievement. You see no other
alternative. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

I never lose hope — I am not a believer but I do remember that in
Islam it is a sin to lose hope. You are not allowed to despair. This is
why suicide bombings were such a problematic issue for the
fundamentalists — suicide is a sin. So they have circumvented it by
saying they are not “suicide bombings,” they are “martyrdom bombings.”


So I can’t lose hope about anything — East-West, Islam, USA. But
that doesn’t mean you will find conventional “happy endings” in my
stories. I am puzzled when I am told that my books are dark or bleak. I
think to have gained knowledge of why things went wrong for the
characters in the stories, why things go wrong in real life for us, is a happy ending.

So I dropped out. I didn’t finish my biochemistry degree and I began
writing my first novel, which took 11 months to write, and I didn’t
have any idea of how to have a book published. But the writers I loved
were John Updike, Gore Vidal, V.S. Naipaul, Cormac McCarthy, and they
were published by a firm in London called Andre Deutsch.
So I picked up
a copy of Naipaul’s novel, A Bend in the River, looked at the
copyright page and got the address. I sent them the manuscript and 10
days later I got a phone call inviting me to have lunch. And I said “I
can’t,” and they said, “why not?” I said, “I have no money,” and they
said, “we’ll give you money and we’ll have lunch.” So I borrowed £20
and I got on a coach.

After the book was accepted I thought because I couldn’t do my O
Levels, A levels, BA, MA, and PhD in the subjects I was interested in,
I’m going to educate myself.
So over the course of the next 10 or 11
years I read everything. I would go to person A and say, “Tell me,
who’s a great writer?” William Faulkner. So I read everything by
William Faulkner. I would begin with the first novel and end up with
the last novel. I would go to person B and say, ‘Who’s a great writer?’
Thomas Hardy. I read everything by Thomas Hardy, sequentially. Who’s a
great writer? D.H. Lawrence, James Joyce, Vladimir Nabokov,
Dostoevsky.

And then I wanted to know, how much thought is allowed in one
paragraph? How many images are allowed per page? What is a comma? And
so I copied out the whole of Moby Dick by hand.
I copied out the whole of As I Lay Dying by Faulkner by hand. I copied out Lolita. I copied out Beloved. I copied out The Street of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz, Gabriel García Márquez’s The Autumn of the Patriarch

And the inevitable: now that Garden has been planted throughout the world, what are you working on now? I am writing a novel about Pakistan’s blasphemy laws — One Thousand Miles by Moonlight.

After this, would you write a novel set in England again? And where is “home” for you now?

Yes, I’ll write a novel set in England again — I hope to return to
the English town of Dasht-e-Tanhaii which I created for my novel, Maps for Lost Lovers.
England is “home,” in inverted commas. Emotionally, I think of a map
in which Pakistan and England are fused. The Grand Trunk road passes
through Lahore and Peshawar, drops down into the Khyber Pass, and
emerges into Newcastle in the north of England. That is the “country” I
live in.
Having said this, I wish to set a novel in the United States one
day, and in India also. Ultimately a writer’s only homeland is his
desk, his stories, and his language.

regards

Indian
writer Pankaj Mishra is one of eight writers from seven countries
winning a $150,000 Yale University prize each in recognition of their
achievements and to support their ongoing work.
Mishra, an Indian
essayist, memoirist, travel writer and novelist, won the Windham
Campbell Literature Prize in non-fiction category, The Beinecke Rare
Book & Manuscript Library at Yale announced.
“Pursuing high
standards of literary style, Pankaj Mishra gives us new narratives about
the evolution of modern Asia,” the New Haven, Connecticut based
institution said.
“He charts the journey from the Indian small town to the metropolis and rebuffs imperialist clichés with equal verve.”
“Such
delightful news!” said Mishra. “As a freelancer obliged to make a
living from writing, you are always scrounging for bits of time in which
to write the next book, and this wonderfully generous prize will help
me secure a long undistracted period”.
Mishra’s work “expands our understanding of the encounter between Western and Non-western culture,” the announcement said.
“His
prose is distinguished by a melli?uous yet precise phrasing whose
generous intelligence speaks to the general reader and specialist
alike.”
In addition to a novel, “The Romantics”, Mishra has
published four works of non?ction: “Butter Chicken in Ludhiana: Travels
in Small Town India”; “An End to Su?ering: the Buddha in the World”;
“Temptations of the West: How to Be Modern in India, Pakistan, Tibet,
and Beyond”; and “From the Ruins of Empire: The Intellectuals Who Remade
Asia.”
“From the Ruins of Empire”, his most recent book, attempts
a re-visioning of the geo-politics of the late nineteenth and twentieth
centuries from multiple Asian perspectives.
His literary and
political essays and long-form journalism regularly appear in The New
York Review of Books, The London Review of Books, The Guardian, The
Hindu and elsewhere.
Other winners in the three categories are: in
fiction, Aminatta Forna (Sierra Leone), Nadeem Aslam (Pakistan), and
Jim Crace (United Kingdom); in non-fiction John Vaillant (United
States/Canada); and in drama, Kia Corthron (United States), Sam Holcroft
(United Kingdom) and Noëlle Janaczewska (Australia).
All eight
writers will accept the prize in person at a ceremony at Yale on Sep 15.
The ceremony will be followed by a three-day literary festival
celebrating the work of the prize recipients.
– See more at:
http://www.theindianrepublic.com/featured/indian-writer-pankaj-mishra-wins-150000-yale-literary-prize-100028731.html#sthash.Tuwrveef.dpuf
0

Kashmir Games

In India (under a hypothetical BJP majority coalition rule) an open question that will be frequently raised is whether  Muslims are “Indians first” or not. This is basically a proxy for whether Muslims prefer Pakistan over India or not. This was probably the case even before, and the consequences have been deadly in the past, but now the situation has become highly delicate. This is especially so as political parties have been indulging in match-fixing– engineering riots for the express purpose of segregating majority and minority votes.

For most parts of India, Muslims are in a minority and too much tied to Hindus (in economic terms if not social terms) to raise their voices. And if they do so the backlash is swift (in Asom, UP,…etc.). In Kashmir however people grow up in a Muslim-only society (having cleansed the valley of all minorities themselves) and a popular slogan is “bhooka nanga hindustan, dil se pyara pakistan.” The Abdullah family is allowed a free hand (to steal) and the suppression of liberty directly leads to discontent (and to provide fertile grounds for the extremists to recruit).

But things will not remain frozen in time/space and the potential for friction will rise fast. Indian Hindus as a group are shifting right-ward and this matches with the trend elsewhere in the non-western world. There will be little or no ground to be given to minorities, including Shias in Sunni land. Even in the west, the forces on the right are gaining ground, especially in Europe.

In the mean-time Kashmiris need education and jobs. The Kashmir valley population is 6.9 million (as per 2011 census, 97% muslim). Jammu meanwhile is 5.35 million (31% muslim) and Ladakh is 0.29 million (54% muslim). There will not be enough opportunities in the Gulf for the youngsters (or enough asylum claims to be sustained in the West). As far as political freedom goes, anything except soft boundaries may not be negotiable under any sort of political regime.

Let us be clear, if war breaks out (supported by jihadi squadrons from the western front) and history repeats once more, it will be much harder on the Kashmiri population. Jaganmohan may have been bad but Modi will be even worse. World-wide the patience with Jihadism will be much lower now, and the worst case (Syria like) scenario cant be ruled out.

Thus the (practical) choice for both Kashmiris and Indians is to find a way to show mutual tolerance otherwise the situation may reach boiling point. Will a soft borders resolution with Pakistan be a helpful compromise? It may not be clear to the politicians but it is urgent that the ball moves forward after the elections. Otherwise be prepared for incidents like this to snowball into something major.


A private university in Greater Noida
on Saturday expelled six students — four of them Kashmiris — from one
of its boys’ hostels after a stand-off between two groups over last
Sunday’s India-Pakistan cricket match. It’s the second such controversy this week after a university in Meerut suspended a group of Kashmiri students for celebrating Pakistan’s victory in the Asia Cup match.

The expulsion came after a tense week at the Sharda University hostel
where the Kashmiri students allegedly cheered for Pakistan. Another
group protested that night, but the standoff escalated midweek after a
student’s provocative comments on a social media network.

The student cited the example of Swami Vivekanand Subharti University
in Meerut, demanding similar action against the four Kashmiri students.
The post elicited strong reactions and students started mobilizing on
campus. When the situation threatened to go out of control, Sharda
university authorities called police. Ranvir Singh, students’ welfare
dean, said the university expelled them from the hostel to maintain
discipline. All of them are first-year students.
   regards

0

Pit Bulls of the world unite (with middle class backing)

To the liberals world-wide, Vladimir Putin is a real pain in the backside (p-i-t-b or pit-bull).  

Here is how the present, past and future presidents of the USA describe Putin: President Obama has called Vladimir Putin “the bored kid in the back of the classroom,” putting on an unsmiling, tough-guy “shtick.” Hillary Clinton just compared the Russian president to Hitler. The State Department says Putin’s reasoning on Ukraine amounts to “two plus two equals five.” Republican House Speaker Boehner branded him a “thug.” German Chancellor Angela Merkel reportedly said he is “in another world.” And George W. Bush complained that debating policy with him was “like arguing with an eighth grader with his facts wrong” and called him “cold-blooded” to his face  

(the last accusation is remarkable as this would be a word for word description of GWB by the same liberals).


It is unlikely but another pit-bull may get hold of the atomic button and there is the same sound of hand-wringing and teeth-gnashing form the liberals (Neha Desai Biswal just about managed to confirm that he will get a visa).Great power is (a bit) about managing great expectations and it is clear that the UPA regime has not managed to do it well (in a way this is the inverse India Shining syndrome- UPA has done a lot for rural India – employment guarantee schemes etc., but the corruption, inflation and other vices has caused the urban voter to defect).

It is certainly the case that the Indian middle class finds a champion in an autocrat like Modi, just like Russians back Putin. But while Putin has vast gas resources at his disposal by which he can blackmail Europe, Modi will be running on empty for now (if he is smart he will push for an under-sea gas pipeline from Iran to India bypassing Pakistan). He can certainly be more assertive towards Muslims (just like Putin towards Crimean Tatars and Chechnyans). He can clamp down on Christian missionary led conversions though I doubt it. If he manages to annoy US/Europe they will stop the visas (not just for him). It is not clear at this point how Modi can resuscitate the India Shining campaign. But then again, Putin also faced a long and lonely journey to the top.

The scariest scenario (for the west and the liberals) will be for Modi, Putin and Xi Jinping (also Iran) to join hands together (even symbolically) and for India to align with an axis of autocrats. This will require a super-diplomatic effort but certainly big money can/will enable this and the middle-class will be vociferous in its support. China (unlike USA/West) is not hung up about minority rights and may even persuade the Maoists to switch to jaw-jaw mode (in exchange for locking up rights to all the mines). China and India may also find common ground in working against Islamists from Taliban-held Af-Pak. If Modi can manage some movement in this direction he may be (like Putin) unstoppable.

Here is the million-dollar question- which model will appeal to the voters- the white-commonwealth model or the dark-autocracy model? The opinion makers (middle-class) will tell us to relax and enjoy the ride, greater prosperity will cancel out all the negatives (just as muslims from Bengal are coming over to Gujarat to earn their daily bread). A billion votes (814 million to be exact) will decide the future this May. Yes folks, this is the most momentous general elections ever (after 1977).


At the risk of over-statement, there seems to
be a bizarre similarity between the hand-wringing and teeth-gnashing in
the western strategic community over the events in Ukraine and the
agonized lamentations of India’s minuscule liberal community over the
possible outcome of the forthcoming general election. In both cases, the
target of derision is a leader that many see as forthright, decisive
and nationalist and others view as illiberal, authoritarian and even
fascist.

There are obvious similarities that can possibly be
drawn between Russia’s President Vladimir Putin and the man who may end
up as India’s Prime Minister in May. Apart from the fact that both evoke
polarized responses — adored by supporters and loathed by opponents,
the rise of both Putin and Narendra Modi can be explained by broadly
similar circumstances.

Putin took over a Russia that was
unreconciled to its steep economic decline and loss of self-esteem. In
just 14 years, whether ruling directly or through a proxy, Putin
affected a dramatic U-turn in the country’s fortunes. The post-Soviet
Union stereotypical images of starving pensioners queuing in the snow
for food hand-outs and gangster-infested cities were replaced by those
of cocky oligarchs buying up Chelsea FC and prime real estate in London,
and crime lords running global operations stretching from Moscow to
Goa.

All stereotypes have a basis in reality but only partially.
Yes, Russian society has traditionally been prone to excesses and
high-handedness. However, the reason why Putin commands the respect of
most of Russia (and Russian speakers in the other regions that once
constituted the Soviet Union) seems obvious when seen from an Indian,
rather than European or American perspective. He restored the glory of
Russia and put it back in global reckoning.

….But Putin’s bid
to reclaim Russia’s status as a Great Power was only possible because
the economic and political foundations for an enhanced role have been
firmed up over the past decade. In India, on the other hand, the fierce
desire of the past 25 years to transcend mediocrity, shoddiness and look
the world powers in the eye has floundered.
It is not that the UPA
government has no achievements to its credit. India has progressed but
it has seriously under-performed in terms of its potential. More to the
point, there is a growing mismatch between the philosophy of governance
of Sonia Gandhi’s National Advisory Council and the impatience of a
young India that wants a more fulfilling life with lesser impediments in
the path of personal success.

regards

0

White Commonwealth will save the world

One needs to tread carefully because the upper management (and much of the brown elite world) happens to be sympathetic to this argument (the rest are gung-ho for a Mao like great man- out of the boiling pots of human flesh the next Spartas will emerge). But to be fair, having whites as stewards of browns is not a bad way for brown leaders (and brown populations) to avoid responsibility. Also, it must be said, the (proposed) new rest of UK flag (minus Scotland) looks really nice.

No 3 … a bit ravey?

A few quibbles before we jump into the white-waters. First off, much as we despise Mugabe and Museveni, Marxism and Christianity, which are singled out for their ill effects, took specially strong root in brown land via the earnest efforts of white men who were eager to lift brown people out of darkness. We can hardly fault brown-folks now if they have learned their lessons too well and decide to stay faithful to their borrowed tenets.

Also it seems (to a neutral observer) that you have to take the good with the bad (just like the colonial project itself). While one set of white bible-peddlers helped cover breasts in Kerala, another set of WBPs are helping to expose necks in Uganda (in a non-erotic manner). And marxism is good (if for nothing else) for scaring the shit out of crony capitalism, all the trees in central India would have probably disappeared in the absence of the Red Army.

The author engages in a bit of white-washing as well. Australia (also NZ) was not really empty space settled by British emigrants, there did exist a native population which was wiped out with or without deliberate malice. That such a fate escaped India was not for a lack of trying (large fractions of population under white rule perished with regular frequency, for some reason this phenomena stopped post-1947).

To end on a positive note, the author does admit that (baby) George cant do it all by himself, he will need an (adult) Mandela by his side. Just like Gandhi was considered a recruiting agent for the British-Indian army to fight WWI on behalf of their colonial masters. Amidst all the confusion that is state-craft these days, it is always a good practice to underline the obvious.

I must admit to being something of a Commonwealth sceptic. The way
Britain largely abandoned the organisation of its former colonies and
dominions when it joined Europe in 1973 was, to many of us, utterly
shameful. Blood is thicker than water, however, and when one experiences
the importance of democratic values — as one does when talking to a
Commonwealth people who live under threat of invasion and within earshot
of sabre-rattling — it is rather humbling.



 
The British government these days certainly does take the
Commonwealth seriously. This may be partly an effect of the mounting
disillusion with Europe,
but it is also because of a new recognition
that the ties of shared history binding the Commonwealth count for
something significant in an increasingly unstable world.  

This is also
true in Australia, a country infinitely larger and more populous than
the Falklands, but built on the same values and a common pioneer spirit.
A recent poll showed that support for the idea of a republic in
Australia has fallen by 15 per cent since the referendum of 1999,
suggesting that the Anglo-Saxon notion of a constitutional monarch and a
non-political head of state continues to hold great attraction even in
the 21st century.



 
But before one gets carried away on a tide of nostalgic affection for
the idea of the Commonwealth, one should pause to consider the
fragility of the institution itself. Word is that behind the scenes at
the last Heads of Government Meeting in Sri Lanka in the autumn of 2013
there were some fraught discussions based not on cultural
misunderstandings but on sheer cultural differences between some of the
players.  

One is loath to talk about a ‘white Commonwealth’, but there
does seem, with certain important exceptions, to be a measure of
polarisation between those countries that were settled by British
emigrants and those that were conquered and colonised by them.



 
Zimbabwe was suspended from the club for serial human rights
violations under the Mugabe regime in 2002; and it chose to leave the
organisation altogether in 2003, determined not to accept the view that
other nations had of it. Since then certain other black African
countries have lobbied relentlessly to allow its readmission, despite
the evidence that nothing much has changed in Zimbabwe, and will not do
so until Mugabe (who has just celebrated his 90th birthday) has gone to
the final reckoning. 

One of those interceding on Mugabe’s behalf is Jacob Zuma, whose own
conduct of office in South Africa increasingly leaves much to be
desired: Nelson Mandela he is not. South Africa is seen as increasingly
corrupt, cronyist, dangerous and authoritarian, and it sits increasingly
uncomfortably within a Commonwealth template of advancing democracy,
civilisation and political integrity.

It would be fatal for the Commonwealth to become polarised between
‘white’ and ‘black’ countries, not least because some nations whose
rulers are not of Anglo-Saxon descent behave perfectly reasonably and
honourably. Yet there is a growing challenge as some nations within the
family behave in a fashion unacceptable in polities such as Australia,
Britain, Canada or New Zealand.
 

At the end of February Yoweri Museveni,
the president of Uganda, signed into law a Bill making homosexuality
(which was already illegal) and same-sex marriages crimes punishable by
life sentences, and the promotion of homosexuality a crime carrying a
still heavy sentence of seven years. Hitherto such sanctions as existed
applied only to men: now lesbians will feel the force of the law too.

After the furore surrounding President Putin’s homophobic policies in
the context of the Sochi Winter Olympics, it will be hard for the
Commonwealth to turn a blind eye to Uganda locking up people for life
because they are homosexual; we must wait and see.



 
In an ideal world, an institution such as the Commonwealth would lead
all its members along the path to enlightenment.
The most significant
country in this respect is India, which has become progressively more
westernised as it has put its considerable economic and human capital to
work on becoming one of the great business success stories of the 21st
centuries. Without considerable leadership from the non-white
Commonwealth, extending the values of Australians, Britons and
Falklanders into parts where they hitherto have not reached may be
problematic at best, and impossible at worst. 

Had South Africa produced
another Mandela, he — or she — would have had this leadership role,
because (other than Pakistan, which has nightmares all of its own) the
part of the Commonwealth where those values are most under threat is the
collection of Britain’s former colonies and possessions in Africa. It
used to be called the white man’s burden; but in the interests of good
government, liberty, prosperity and decent human rights it can no longer
be his alone.

regards

0

MH370- an update

There will be no definitive understanding till the black boxes are recovered but here is a clue: stolen passports (2). Not a single survivor. Makes me feel utterly sick and depressed.

Search crews from China, Vietnam, Singapore and Malaysia were joined
by the American Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyer destroyer
in a search for any evidence of the airliner in the South China Sea. The
passengers included 154 citizens from China or Taiwan, 38 Malaysians,
seven Indonesians, six Australians, five Indians, four French and three
Americans, among others.

It emerged Saturday that two of the names on the flight manifest matched stolen European passports.
Italian and Austrian officials confirmed the names of two passengers
were from passports reported stolen in Thailand.
U.S. officials told NBC
News that they have not ruled out a terrorist attack as a possible cause for the plane’s disappearance.

The flight’s pilots were veterans
who together had logged more than 20,000 flying hours, reports CNN. The
plane was meant to touch down in Beijing at 6:30a.m. after a 2,300-mile
trip. But the flight suddenly lost contact mid-flight, and search teams
and experts have begun to lose hope passengers will be rescued.

“The aircraft had not been at altitude long and that strikes me
as very, very odd,” aviation expert Captain J.F. Joseph, who has 44
years flying of experience, told TIME on Saturday.
“It’s too early to say if there was a bomb or terrorist activity, but
it lost contact just as it began to level off at 35,000 ft. It would
give some indication that what occurred was catastrophic or somewhat
instantaneous.” 

regards

0

The enemy is inside. How many?

It is difficult to accept but there may be substantial numbers of the enemy inside the gates. The Honorable Minister made this statement which if true is truly alarming. Is this guard a second coming of Mumtaz Qadri? If so are people going to fight the coming war (if it ever comes) with a third eye placed on their backs?

Interior Minister Chaudhry Nisar Ali Khan has revealed that
late additional district and sessions judge Rafaqat Ahmed Khan Awan was
inadvertently killed by his own guard
and not by the terrorists in a gun
and bomb attack that killed 11 others in Islamabad on Monday.

In
Islamabad district courts, 12 people were killed and 28 sustained
injuries according to the latest figures, he told the lawmakers in
National Assembly…..the deceased judge locked himself and staff in his retiring
room but unfortunately the security guard deployed with him
inadvertently shot the judge with three bullets in panic after the
suicide blast.

He said speculations must be avoided on the incident of Islamabad district courts. The
guard had already confessed his crime and the post-mortem report showed
that the judge had not been killed with Kalashnikov but with the
guard’s weapon.

regards

0

Moopanars for Modi?

Journalism by talking to a taxi driver…nevertheless it is interesting that BJP support has crossed 10% in Tamil Nadu. I would imagine people who used to vote for Congress would not mind switching over to the BJP. The situation is similar to Kerala where the BJP can only win if the dominance of the Left declines and if  the powerful Nair Service Society (NSS) and Sree Narayana Dharma Paripalana (SNDP) join hands to keep the hindu vote united.  

One interesting thing to keep a check on- as recounted in the anecdote below-  people may choose to vote differently depending on whether it is a national or a state election. If Congress implodes and BJP becomes the default national party then it can even win the votes of minorities. 

Thanjavur district
is the home of the Cauvery delta region and is the rice-bowl of Tamil
Nadu. The river and the fertile fields nourished Carnatic music,
particularly in the 18th and 19th centuries, when
the celebrated trinity of Saint Thyagaraja (1767-1847) and his
contemporaries, Muthuswami Dikshitar and Shyama Sastri, held sway.
Those
were the days when civilization was river-based. Things have changed
since, and, today, Chennai is the Mecca of Carnatic music. The district,
more particularly, Tiruvaiyaru, 15 kms from Thanjavur city, still
reverberates with the sounds of Carnatic music for five days in a year,
when it hosts the internationally-famous Sri Thyagaraja Aradhana, to
commemorate the death anniversary of Saint Thyagaraja.
The Saint passed away 167 years ago, on Pushya Bahula Panchami. Pushya is the name of the month in the lunar calendar. Bahula is the dark or the second fortnight, while Panchami
is the fifth day of the waning moon, according to the Hindu almanac.
Translated into the Gregorian calendar, which we follow now, the
Aradhana date varies from year to year, though not the month.
I was in Tiruvaiyaru for the Aradhana—as I have been doing for the last decade or so—this time from 17th to 22nd
January. I mostly attend the evening concerts, which leaves me free
time in the mornings. Thanjavur district is also famous for its temples,
with Kumbakonam being the hub for most of the famous Shaiva and
Vaishnava shrines, besides those dedicated to the Navagrahas, the nine planets. I, therefore, took the opportunity on one of the days to visit a few temples.
The
region is also the strong-hold of the Moopanars, the land-owning caste.
The late G.K. Moopanar was the most famous among them. Traditionally
Congress, the Moopanars are proud of Mr. Moopanar and equally so about
his son, Mr. G.K. Vasan, a union minister now. In fact, the family is
well-known for its public service and is the main patron of Sri
Thiyagabrahma Mahotsava Sabha, the body that organizes Sri Thyagaraja
Aradhana. Mr. Moopanar was its president until his death, and the post
is now held by his brother, Mr. G.R. Moopanar.
Our cab driver too
was a Moopanar, without much land, though. “My grandfather squandered
the 32 acres that we once owned,” he confessed. Our driver was a
talkative man: so am I.  Would he vote for the Congress, I asked. “No
way. Modi,” he replied. It was his opinion, I opined. It is the opinion
of most people here, he countered. “Jayalalithaa wants her partymen to
ensure that the AIADMK won all the 39 seats to the Lok Sabha,” I
reminded him. “This is not an assembly election,” he responded. “It is
for the prime minister and we want Modi as pm. Did you see the crowds at
Modi’s Tiruchi rally? My car couldn’t enter the city that day.”  He
could be right. An opinion poll conducted by Junior Vikatan, a political journal belonging to the Vikatan group, published a survey which showed that about forty per cent of those interviewed said they would vote for Modi.
According
to the survey, the AIADMK could get thirty percent, the DMK and the
others the remaining thirty per cent. Another poll has put the BJP vote
at a modest 17 per cent. The BJP is trying to woo the DMDK of Vijayakant
to cobble together a non-AIADMK, non-DMK third front. The DMDK is being
wooed by the DMK too, but the party’s vote has shrunk badly and only
three per cent are inclined to vote for it, according to pollsters.
Back
in my hotel, I asked the room boy whom he would vote for. DMK, he
replied. But wasn’t this an election for parliament, I asked him. “Yes,
but my family always votes for the DMK,” he replied. As his reply shows,
the traditional DMK base is intact.
– See more at: http://www.theindianrepublic.com/tbp/modi-favourite-tamil-rural-heartland-100024490.html/99#sthash.Kd6UM2P7.dpuf

Thanjavur district is the home of
the Cauvery delta region and is the rice-bowl of Tamil Nadu. The river and the
fertile fields nourished Carnatic music, particularly in the 18th and 19th
centuries, when the celebrated trinity of Saint Thyagaraja (1767-1847) and his
contemporaries, Muthuswami Dikshitar and Shyama Sastri, held sway.
…The district, more particularly, Tiruvaiyaru, 15
kms from Thanjavur city, still reverberates with the sounds of Carnatic music for
five days in a year, when it hosts the internationally-famous Sri Thyagaraja
Aradhana, to commemorate the death anniversary of Saint Thyagaraja.

I was in Tiruvaiyaru for the
Aradhana—as I have been doing for the last decade or so—this time from 17th
to 22nd January. I mostly attend the evening concerts, which leaves
me free time in the mornings. Thanjavur district is also famous for its
temples, with Kumbakonam being the hub for most of the famous Shaiva and
Vaishnava shrines, besides those dedicated to the Navagrahas, the nine
planets. I, therefore, took the opportunity on one of the days to visit a few
temples.

The region is also the strong-hold
of the Moopanars, the land-owning caste.
The late G.K. Moopanar was the most
famous among them. Traditionally Congress, the Moopanars are proud of Mr.
Moopanar and equally so about his son, Mr. G.K. Vasan, a union minister now. In
fact, the family is well-known for its public service and is the main patron of
Sri Thiyagabrahma Mahotsava Sabha, the body that organizes Sri Thyagaraja
Aradhana. Mr. Moopanar was its president until his death, and the post is now held
by his brother, Mr. G.R. Moopanar.

Our cab driver too was a Moopanar,
without much land, though. “My grandfather squandered the 32 acres that we once
owned,” he confessed. Our driver was a talkative man: so am I.  Would he
vote for the Congress, I asked. “No way. Modi,” he replied. It was his opinion,
I opined. It is the opinion of most people here, he countered. 
“Jayalalithaa
wants her partymen to ensure that the AIADMK won all the 39 seats to the Lok
Sabha,” I reminded him. “This is not an assembly election,” he responded. “It
is for the prime minister and we want Modi as pm.
Did you see the crowds at
Modi’s Tiruchi rally? My car couldn’t enter the city that day.”  
He could
be right. An opinion poll conducted by Junior Vikatan, a political
journal belonging to the Vikatan group, published a survey which showed
that about forty per cent of those interviewed said they would vote for Modi.

regards

0

Made in Bangladesh

I have always maintained that the best answer against conservatives is to showcase the power of liberation. A burqa wearing bus driver who believes that women can fly planes is perhaps the most subtle (also effective, practical) of denunciations of patriarchy. However if you take this too far…..well we are talking of risk to life and limb (and also alienation of people who are kinda sorta fence-sitters). OTOH as we know progress does not happen by being reasonable and shock therapy (in small doses) may be what is required to encourage youngsters to throw off the metaphoric burqa. So all-in-all more power to the young lady.

This is a Bangladeshi perspective on the photo campaign:

A
controversy has been sparked by American Apparel by releasing a new ad
starring a former-Muslim model from Bangladesh. The model is seen
topless with the words ‘Made in Bangladesh’ printed across her chest.
The
image appeared in Vice Magazine’s US and Canada editions. The
former-Muslim Model, Maks is 22 year old merchandiser for American
Apparel who was born in Dhaka but has lived in California since she was
four years old.
The ad tries to send a message by printing ‘Made
in Bangladesh’ over the model’s chest about their fair labor practices.
The words depict, not her jeans, but about American Apparel’s fair
labour practices as all its clothing is made in downtown LA.
A
detailed description of Maks and how she was raised in a strict Muslim
culture before she distanced herself from her Islamic faith in search of
her own identity as she grew up.
The words overlapping Maks chest
portray the message that there is no need for her to identify herself
as an American or a Bengali in order to fit her life into anyone else’s
conventional narrative.
The ad is already causing upset around the
country with Islam being the dominant religion. Nudity is frowned upon
among the traditional Muslims and this link of a half naked model with
the country is set to cause upset.
American Apparel was established in 1989 in Canada and has sparked controversies earlier with similar daring campaigns.
Last
year too, the UK Advertising Standards Authority has banned a series of
its ads for using overtly sexual images of women showed wearing no
underwear.
Earlier, they had run a campaign featuring a
60-year-old model in lingerie. Again in New York, they showed their
window-front mannequins with fake pubic hair in a Valentine’s stunt.
The new ad is also expected to spark outrage, however we can be quite sure that it won’t be the last one from American Apparel.
– See more at:
http://www.theindianrepublic.com/lifestyle/controversial-ad-starring-topless-former-muslim-model-american-apparel-made-bangladesh-100028709.html#sthash.rfIgmcwB.dpuf
A
controversy has been sparked by American Apparel by releasing a new ad
starring a former-Muslim model from Bangladesh. The model is seen
topless with the words ‘Made in Bangladesh’ printed across her chest.
The
image appeared in Vice Magazine’s US and Canada editions. The
former-Muslim Model, Maks is 22 year old merchandiser for American
Apparel who was born in Dhaka but has lived in California since she was
four years old.
– See more at:
http://www.theindianrepublic.com/lifestyle/controversial-ad-starring-topless-former-muslim-model-american-apparel-made-bangladesh-100028709.html#sthash.rfIgmcwB.dpuf

I’m not a prude, or a hater. My problem is not with this half-dressed
beautiful young woman. (Honestly, I probably wouldn’t mind having my
youth emblazoned in an iconic ad campaign if given the opportunity.)
…Unless, of course, the words “Made in Bangladesh” were branded on my breasts.

Born in Dhaka, Maks left at the age of four and was brought up in
California in a religious Muslim household. She shed her religious
upbringing, to find her own path.
This sentence—“She doesn’t feel
the need to identify herself as an American or a Bengali and is not
content to fit her life into anyone else’s conventional narrative”—is total BS.


American Apparel is playing on the sexuality of a young Bangladeshi
woman’s body, but that’s just a pretext.
To me, this is a jab on
Bangladesh’s garment sector. Composed of young Bangladeshi female
workers, around the same age as Maks, disasters like the 2013 Rana Plaza
factory collapse and the 2012 Tazreen factory fire have made death and
exploitation synonymous with the industry. Fast fashion is big business,
and many U.S. and European retailers, like Walmart, Gap, Joe Fresh, and
Mango have huge stakes in the low-cost labor. Yet cutting corners has
been fatal.


In Bangladesh, 3.6
million workers make up the garment workforce, and their work makes up
$18 billion in annual readymade garment exports. These young women are
the backbone of Bangladesh’s growing economy. Workers who attempt to
unionize face intimidation and sexual harassment. There have been other
effects too. Young women are delaying marriage and childbirth to work.
While they are earning meager pay, they’re earning steady paychecks,
which they use to help support their family or their own education.

Maks is as Made in America as American Apparel. Her unabashed nudity
is a tacit reminder—this is what American Apparel looks like. This is
what our fantasy of what Made in Bangladesh looks like.
Not a poor, underpaid, overworked young woman making you a $5 shirt
for 30 cents an hour. This ad has little to do with the woman in front
of us, and everything to do with the Bangladeshi female garment worker
who remains invisible.

American Apparel explains the logic behind the campaign

The stunt is meant to draw attention to the company’s fair labor practices. American Apparel says its
pays its employees “50 times more” than other companies who outsource
production to countries like Bangladesh. The “23 skilled American
workers” who made Maks’ jeans are “paid a fair wage and have access to
basic benefits such as health care,” according to the ad.

CEO Dov Charney has denounced his competitors for making clothes in
sweatshops where employees are paid low wages to work in unsafe
conditions. “In Bangladesh, the problem with these factories is that they’re only
given contracts on a seasonal or order-by-order basis,” Charney told the L.A. Times. “There’s
so much pressure to perform, some of the working conditions are
outrageous, almost unbelievable. It has completely stripped the human
element from the brands … It’s such a blind, desensitized way of making
clothing.”


regards
0

She is the perfect Queen

A middle-class, rajput girl from small-town Mandi (Himachal Pradesh), unconnected to film royalty and full of talent and blessed with her choice of films. Best wishes to Kangana Ranaut and Queen. The reviewers have been uniformly kind and this Vikas Bahl film is well on its way to be a “woman film hit.” Bravo.

Ranaut has been
charming us with her off-screen behaviour and, her National
Award-winning role in Fashion notwithstanding, Queen is the first time
she’s got a script that really allows her to confirm she’s more than a
pretty face. There’s no high fashion or flattering make-up to flaunt
Ranaut’s physical beauty in Queen, but this is a role that allows Ranaut
to showcase not just her acting talents but also her wit because Ranaut
is credited with contributing additional dialogues to the film.

Ranaut as Rani is pitch perfect. She brings out the sweetness, the hurt,
the belligerence and the head-screwed-tightly-on-her-shoulders
sensibility that is the pride of the Indian middle class. The cherry on
this acting cake is that this lady’s got superb comic timing.

Helping Ranaut along is a wonderful supporting cast, particularly Lisa
Haydon as the half-Indian Vijaylakshmi and Rajkummar Rao who has the
special gift of not acting roles but becoming them, and he does this
again as Vijay. Haydon does an impressive job with the French accent.
The real star of Queen, however, is writer-director Vikas Bahl. Bahl is
able to draw out fantastic, spontaneous performances from all his
actors, lead and supporting, Indian and foreign. It’s such a refreshing
change to see minor roles played by non-Indian actors being done
credibly.

Read more at: http://www.firstpost.com/bollywood/queen-review-kangana-ranaut-is-pitch-perfect-in-a-fabulous-film-1423165.html?utm_source=fpstory_alsosee

The story begins in a
middle class Punjabi household in Rajouri Garden in Delhi, where Rani is
about to be married off to her boyfriend, Vijay (Rajkummar Rao). Amidst
electricity cuts, dance practice, last minute decorations and
overworked parents, we see Rani sitting and getting henna put on her
hands as her mind races with questions about her future and her “wedding
night”. Her London-returned fiancé, however, has completely different
plans. Vijay meets Rani at a coffee shop a day before their wedding, to
dump her. Grief stricken and depressed, Rani decides to go on the
couple’s pre-booked honeymoon to Paris and Amsterdam, alone. (Does she
do it because she wants to experience life abroad just as Vijay did? Or
is it because she had been saving up for this trip since she was a kid?)

Bahl handles Rani’s awkwardness and her eventual transformation
beautifully. From a confused and under-confident mouse, Rani slowly
turns into someone who learns to look within and not around for answers.
In one scene at a dance club, we see her change physically — finally
letting go of her fiance’s admonishments about dancing in public,
teaching the entire crowd a Bollywood step or two, and literally letting
her hair down. Such moments are where Queen really scores. Rani not
being able to cross the road in Paris for hours; her wanting to clutch a
random stranger’s hand as she roams around the city alone; her drunk
conversations with random strangers about how terrible her life is; her
joking about how girls aren’t even allowed to burp in India; her
silences and gentle nervous twitches as she navigates her way in a new
city — all of these make Queen far, far more nuanced than any ‘woman
centric’ film that’s released of late.

Read more at: http://www.firstpost.com/bollywood/queen-review-kangana-ranauts-joyride-on-a-ladies-special-1424723.html?utm_source=hp-footer

The story begins in a
middle class Punjabi household in Rajouri Garden in Delhi, where Rani is
about to be married off to her boyfriend, Vijay (Rajkummar Rao). Amidst
electricity cuts, dance practice, last minute decorations and
overworked parents, we see Rani sitting and getting henna put on her
hands as her mind races with questions about her future and her “wedding
night”. Her London-returned fiancé, however, has completely different
plans. Vijay meets Rani at a coffee shop a day before their wedding, to
dump her. Grief stricken and depressed, Rani decides to go on the
couple’s pre-booked honeymoon to Paris and Amsterdam, alone. (Does she
do it because she wants to experience life abroad just as Vijay did? Or
is it because she had been saving up for this trip since she was a kid?)

Bahl handles Rani’s awkwardness and her eventual transformation
beautifully. From a confused and under-confident mouse, Rani slowly
turns into someone who learns to look within and not around for answers.
In one scene at a dance club, we see her change physically — finally
letting go of her fiance’s admonishments about dancing in public,
teaching the entire crowd a Bollywood step or two, and literally letting
her hair down. Such moments are where Queen really scores. Rani not
being able to cross the road in Paris for hours; her wanting to clutch a
random stranger’s hand as she roams around the city alone; her drunk
conversations with random strangers about how terrible her life is; her
joking about how girls aren’t even allowed to burp in India; her
silences and gentle nervous twitches as she navigates her way in a new
city — all of these make Queen far, far more nuanced than any ‘woman
centric’ film that’s released of late.

Read more at: http://www.firstpost.com/bollywood/queen-review-kangana-ranauts-joyride-on-a-ladies-special-1424723.html?utm_source=hp-footer

It starts with a loud Punjabi wedding, and you enter the film, mildly
diverted by Rani’s loud Punjabi family, doing ‘giddha-shiddha’,
‘mehendi-shendi’, but not before you’ve had time to register that the
Rajouri Garden ‘mithai’-shop-owning middle-class-ness of the Mehras is
just right. And that Mummyji, Daddyji, the plump ‘chota bhai’, and
Dadiji are all pitch perfect.

Rani (Kangana Ranaut) is dumped just a day before her wedding by her
fiance Vijay (Rajkumar Rao). Devastated, she decides to flee, because
staying home to lick her wounds is not an option. So, she finds herself
in Paris, and the journey she embarks on makes ‘Queen’ the kind of
coming- of-age, discovery-of-self tale….She does make silly touristy mistakes, nearly
gets mugged but doesn’t let it get to her, and discovers she has a
spine after all. Lucking into a long-legged hotel maid Vijay Lakshmi
(Lisa Haydon) is the first departure from standard Bollywood practice:
this other Vijay takes Rani under her wing, drags her into a store with
lovely Parisian clothes (these Paris maids are not just drop dead sexy,
and enjoy their libido, they can afford all those designer threads?),
and generally hand-holds Rani for an enjoyable spell.

(Vikas) Bahl’s second directorial venture is a delight: his first, ‘Chillar
Party’, had some spark, but nothing prepared me for this. The story,
which could easily have slipped into mush, stays free of drippy
sentimentality, barring one or two raised-violin scenes….Kangana Ranaut revels in her solidly-written role, and delivers a
first rate, heart-felt performance.

regards

0

The (Lady) Enforcer

What is striking about Manju Bhatia’s profile is that she comes from a low profile background, is only 27 years young and running a 500 crore business. India needs more women like this to assume leadership in new areas understood as “mardon wala kaam”. Also it is not possible (neither practical) to dream of a class-free and caste-free sister-hood but these ladies can take a free-wheeling approach- derive their strength from traditional and modern society as well.

Enter Manju Bhatia, joint MD of Vasuli Recovery, an all-female loan recovery agency. “Women are given respect all across the country, we are not
discounted,” she said in a telephone interview. Really? Yes, she
countered, “Look at our banks, from ICICI Bank to Dena Bank to the State
Bank of India, they’re all led by women.”

No surprise if Bhatia identifies with the likes of Chanda Kochchar
and Arundhati Bhattacharya
because they too, like her, have blazed their
trails in male bastions. Perhaps, it is this unprejudiced world view that made her entry into a male-dominated business–of loan recovery–easy.

At 27, Bhatia’s Vasuli handles recoveries valued at over Rs 500 crore
annually, with more than 250 staff in 26 locations across India. The
company has come a long way in the eight years since it first began
operations, with a monthly income of Rs 25,000, eight employees and one
client, the State Bank of India. It now boasts most of the country’s
publicly owned banks as clients.




As a 16-year-old growing up in Indore, Bhatia began working as a
receptionist at a pharmaceutical company the day after her last
twelfth standard board exam, in 2003.
In no time, she was handling
accounts and trading in raw materials.
Over the next two years she learnt the inner workings of the
business, including how to get export licenses and increasing the client
base, while getting her bachelors in law. It was then that her boss and
family friend Parag Shah asked her to help out with his loan recovery
company, Vasuli.
“There was only one client then, State Bank of India, and they
provided a list of defaulters,” Bhatia said. One of the defaulters was a
high profile minister, whom Bhatia decided to tackle. “The bank said he
won’t be accessible at all but I just called and got an appointment,”
she said. It turned out the minister had no idea he’d missed his loan
payments and the matter was sorted out in no time.



She decided to get into the recovery business full time and started
populating her team with women of all ages and for all roles – from
revenue licensing to legal procedures to recovery agents and everything
in between.
In 2007, Bhatia moved the company to Mumbai to be closer to
the major banks.




But, there have also been stray instances of violence that forced
Bhatia to now send recovery teams with police protection and
videographers. During a visit to a factory near Aurangabad to carry out
an inventory, the workers at the site locked Bhatia’s employees inside
the warehouse. Another time even the police weren’t of much help as the
defaulters rained down acid on the Vasuli employees and accompanying
police officials who had come to make collections.

But the dividends have made it all worth it. Bhatia’s success in
giving women purpose and putting their skills to constructive use pushes
her everyday. She had a real victory when talking to the Police
Commissioner of Kolkata about security protection last year. “I explained what we did and he was very interested,” she said, “and
then he asked if I could take on the widows of officers who had died in
duty so that they would have a revenue stream and come out of their
depression… I was very overwhelmed and said yes immediately.”

From smaller accounts and agricultural equipment, Vasuli has now
added property auctions to its retinue of services offered. Bhatia
continues to challenge herself by pursuing her PhD in law alongside
running the business.




On being asked what her advice would be to women entrepreneurs she
said, ”Belief is very important…if your mind can conceive it you can
achieve it.”
She illustrated her point by describing how family members
mocked her during the early days of Vasuli and how her conviction helped
her carry on.

regards

0