Discussion with Narayan Desai--Hindu-Muslim Conflict Part 2

Discussions with ND continues....he is calm and composed. We are confused; not him.

3. Is there anyway that we can overcome this? What can we youth do?

Yes, you can. Keep your mind and heart open. Welcome Muslims into your life and homes. Invite them. They may not come the first time; call them. May not come. Call again. Keep at it. Keep the channels of communication open. You will see that there is so much misconceptions that we carry about each other.

The minute we start to see this, our fears dissolve. Get them together for your festivals. Play together....not necessarily competitive sport as it may lead to aggression in the beginning. But anything small....

Politicians play on fear---they use it to manipulate.

4. Why are all terrorists Muslims?

Indira Gandhi was killed by a Sikh. Rajiv Gandhi was killed by LTTE cadre. They were not muslims. We have witnessed several killings not done by the muslims. Yes, in Bombay, the killings were done by the Muslims. It is the act of the weak. This is how the weak responds to the strong.

Then there is this story that we have been fed for years. Hindus are weak and cannot fight but Muslims are strong and are fighters. We then tend to magnify this and say if this is what Hindus do, imagine what Muslims can do.

Forget everything...you don't have to like a mussalman; you may not relate to anything but you can surely look at him as a human being? As a person and relate to him like that? What stops us from seeing them as people?

5. But the system drives it one way. You cannot mention a muslim as a friend in a visa application as it will get rejected.

If you let the system muscle you, do you call it freedom? You are not free then. You must stand up as an individual. For yourself.

6. How do you look at the globalisation of Islam with Muslims from India aligning with the cause of Palestine? Where do you think all this is going?

Yes, that is happening. There are reasons for it. You cannot only blame the muslims for this. Christians are equally responsible. When words such as crusade is used by the American president to describe violence by a few individuals, it indicates the coming together of the Christian world against Islam. Such statements can only cause trouble.

FG

Discussion with Narayan Desai--Hindu-Muslim Conflict Part 1

We were a motley bunch of city breds visiting Vedchi as guests of Narayan Desai. It was 4.30 pm and we all assembled in the community hall to hear his views on Hindu-Muslim conflict.

Strange, why we never considered Hindu-Christian conflict?

We tossed him many questions. And this is what he had to say.

1. What is relgion?
Religion (dharm) is that which brings people together. Irreligion (adharm) is that which separates people.

So, now we are in the grips of irreligious feelings. Now I know why we feel the way we do.

2. Muslims are being appeased by the Indian government.
Sure they are being appeased by the government. Look closely and see in what ways they are being appeased. By giving them subsidy for Haj. But do they have subsides for anything else? The politicians make sure that they do not get anything significant but they make a lot of noise about it. The facts are different. Go for facts and not what politicians tell you.

This tactic was deployed by the British and our politicians (irrespective of party) have simply taken up from where British left. Our history has been coloured to ensure that the divide between Hindus and Muslims remain. Did you know that there was no history of communal riots prior to the British? There were occasional fights between muslims and hindus but never communal fights, where people of one religion revenged another because of the act of an individual.

Like the Babri Masjid demolition. Carrying out an act 400 years later. Politicians want to highlight this and it has been documented thus in history. But how about the land gifted by Babar to build temple of Kashi? We don't want to highlight this. We are fed information which will keep us apart.

contd in part 2

Narayan Desai, a Gandhian

I had never heard of Narayan Desai. Learnt of him from my colleague and friend Nachiketa Desai, his son. 

A Gandhian, Narayan Desai spent his childhood with Mahatma Gandhi as his father Mahadev Desai was Mahatma Gandhi's personal assistant/diarist, and who for 25 years captured everything that happened until his death on Aug 15, 1942 in the Aga Khan Palace jail where he was imprisioned along with MK Gandhi and Kasturba Gandhi and others. 

I was going to meet a Gandhian. And someone who had actually spent time with MK Gandhi. I am thrilled and excited. Note that at no point in time did ND, that's how I called Nachiketa, made it seem like a big thing or overwhelming.  Imagine, father and grand father, both with close contact with Gandhi. 

I am blown by the fact that there are hundreds of dairies, some hand written and others, typed, that remain unknown to us. Conversations between the giants of those times. Anecdotes of those times. Setting up Sampoorna Kranthi Vidyalaya (Institute for Total Revolution) to impart training on non violence and the Gandhian way of life. Writer of a 4-volume biography of Mahatma Gandhi in Gujarati. 

Frankly, I think ND is wasting his life working as an assistant editor in a technology media company. He should be translating or even digitising all those precious content. 

I am not sure what I was expecting to see or even encounter.  For sure, the ashram and the state it was in was not quite what I had in mind. The 10-acre property was, for lack of a better word, rather unkept.  It seemed like a microcosm of a rural village in the hinterland of India with no access to electricity and modern amenities.  It somehow appeared frozen in time. 

We are supposed to bathe and be in the prayer hall by 5.30am for the morning prayer to nature-sunrise. I was glad that there was hot water, though one had to haul the bucket of water by one self. Everything was barely enough. The first class begins at around 6.15 am, post the prayer session. 

Narayan Desai himself wakes up at 3.30am every day, and bathes in cold water. Breakfast at 7am, Lunch at 12.30 and dinner at 7 pm with classes all day. he reads and writes in between. Retires at 9.30pm.

Sampoorna Kranti, the call of Jayaprakash Narayan, stands for grassroots level transformation of the people, and through them, the Nation. Clearly, Narayan Desai lives it. I also clearly see the challenges and why Nachiketa does not live it. More than anything else, I could see that despite the lofty goals, somehow a very important element of being a thinking, sentient being also means to carry elements of different aspirations, and I felt that this was ignored or dismissed as being irrelevant. 

Is living simply and frugal living one and the same? I didn't think so. 

The story of the village of Vedchi, on the outskirts of Surat on the Bombay Ahmedabad expressway, too is uninteresting bit of history. It witnessed the Bardoli movement. Remnants of the movement tell the story of Adivasis who live with dignity and pride, having been provided basic education. The village, however, stands isolated for reasons better known to politicians, business men, officers, bureaucrats...

We could/should have been a nation with far less disparity, in terms of income, class, creed, religion. Where did we go wrong? How did we go wrong? Can't figure out how we messed it all up so badly.

The answer perhaps lies in a statement of Narayan Desai in response to a question on why we responded the way we did despite being educated. "Because we are educated the way we are." 

May be. May be it is time we relooked at the word education and figured out what it is that we are telling our future generation. Are we subliminally teaching them to discriminate? Are these inherently woven into the very structure of the system meant to deliver education?

But it's not just the place that is frozen in time but people and their thoughts and attitude too seem frozen in time. Shouldn't we look at incubating those ideals in a new vocabulary, perhaps.  I don't know. 

Mixed feelings. Indeed there is so much to learn. Clearly, we need people from that era to teach us. I for one am glad that I had the opportunity to meet someone like Narayan Desai.

FG

Journey to Surat

Ammu and I are traveling to a village called Vedchi near Surat.  The village itself is located a little over an hour's journey from Surat. We are in Mumbai, having flown from Bangalore the previous day. We did not have train reservation and so hoped into the ladies general compartment. 

Ammu is 8, and by now a seasoned traveler and a terrific travel mate. As expected, the lower berth was full and so the two of us clambered to the top berth, backpack and all. 

The lower berth had Gujarati women of sizeable proportion and engaged in their favourite pass time - eating. The journey was to take a little over 4 hours; we thought we were better off on top. But shortly we were joined by other women. And there we were sandwiched between two other women. The women to my right had a 3 year old son as well. And oh, the train was packed. More like squeeze packed. 

In less than the time it took us to reach Surat, I took the decision that I would oppose Ammu tooth and nail if she ever chose to marry a North Indian boy. Yeah, I am prejudiced that way. She was free to marry anyone, of any faith provided he was a South Indian. No compromises on that one. This is what prejudice does. Makes you take random decisions.   

Well, not quite random actually. My backpack is hauled and dropped to the ground. No prizes for guessing who does that. By the way, you can't outshout Gujarati people - women and children included. They take the cake and bakery for the volume of racket they create when merely having a conversation. And when compartment is squeeze packed, and they are arguing as well, wisdom teaches you to look away and stay quiet. 

After being tossed around a bit, a kind, well endowed lady decided to use the backpack as a foot rest. Fortunately, Ammu was having none of my meditative approach. She said Amma, you speak Hindi. Tell them to not trample it. Ammu doesn't know the difference between Hindi and Gujarati. 

Four hours can seem dreadfully long sometimes. We managed to retrieve the bag, get down without touching any of those women who refused to move as their destination was Ahmedabad! We were not done yet. At Surat station, another wave of women awaited us. With some dexterity and heaving, the two of us managed to jump out of the train.  

Phase 1: Successful. Now to Gandhi Ashram. 

FG

That time of the month

It is that time of the month. Hormones are having a field day. Everyone around is having a terrible time. That includes husband, mom-in-law and daughter. My dog, of course, is spared my foul temper.

It impedes, among other things, hearing as well. This is what I figured later, when calm descended. Hubby said something; I heard something; I interpreted it my way; chaos prevailed.

Ammu must have thought that mom has lost it. I surely must have for those few minutes. The only saving grace is that she will turn a woman too and I can tell her.

I suppose it is best to take off on those days to some land unknown.

FG
20th Jan 2008

Umbrellas, bedsheets and snacks

Last Saturday was crazy. I went totally ballistic. Came home to find the hallroom a holy mess. Ammu had made a house from two umbrellas and several bedsheets, blankets and pillows. To make matters worse, there was biscuits and chocos all over the floor.

What do you think I did? Thwack, thwack. Made her sweep and mop the floor. She is all of 7 and a half.

I should have been more gentle. But this is how it all happens.

FG
19th Jan 2008