Here's Looking at You, Gandhi

The more I read about M.K Gandhi, the more intrigued I become. Some of the contradictions and holes in the mahatma's position are big enough to sail supertankers through.

For example, the super-pacifist had no qualms in recruiting soldiers for the British during World War I, hoping to get some political mileage and inconsequential scraps from the British in return. The very secular mahatma also, ignoring better and saner advice, lent his whole-hearted support to the regressive and Islamo-fundamentalist Khilafat movement, and I personally would lay directly at his doorstep the Hindu vs Muslim riots that followed in the wake.

To add to the confusion, the mahatma suddenly lost his drafting zeal and turned into a conscientious objector during World War II. So much so that he even sent a few inane letters to Western leaders asking them to respond to Hitler's aggression with non-violence. I don't have the text of the letter handy to quote from, but it reads like something straight out of Alice in Wonderland. 

His plan for India was something similarly obtuse, because he was apparently of the notion that we should surrender our lands to the advancing Japanese.

You know, the more I think about it, the more I am of the mind that such a man could only have flourished in India, with our dimwitted, airy-fairy, undiscerning, uncritical notions of pseudo-tolerance. Any other country would have committed him a long time ago.

Also, being the prudent and calculating Gujju-bhai that the mahatma really was at heart, he saw the futility of trying any of his regular childish blackmail tactics on Jinnah. Had he tried for example, to go on a fast to make Jinnah back down from the Partition, Jinnah would simply have let him starve to death.

He also had no hopes of fasting into submission the rampaging Pakistani mobs who were butchering Hindus and Sikhs who found themselves on the wrong side of Partition. So he instead chose to blackmail the purblind cretins in India into giving the Pakis 55 crore rupees even as the Paki army regulars and tribesmen invaded Kashmir. Father of the nation indeed. A deadbeat, abusive stepfather, more like.

Even his contribution to our freedom must be seen in perspective. I quote from Koenraad Elst:

It cannot be denied that Gandhian non-violence has a few successes to its credit. But these were achieved under particularly favourable circumstances: the stakes weren’t very high and the opponents weren’t too foreign to Gandhi’s ethical standards. In South Africa, he had to deal with liberal British authorities who weren’t affected too seriously in their power and authority by conceding Gandhi’s demands. Upgrading the status of the small Indian minority from equality with the Blacks to an in-between status approaching that of the Whites made no real difference to the ruling class, so Gandhi’s agitation was rewarded with some concessions. Even in India, the stakes were never really high. Gandhi’s Salt March made the British rescind the Salt Tax, a limited financial price to pay for restoring native acquiescence in British paramountcy, but he never made them concede Independence or even Home Rule with a non-violent agitation. The one time he had started such an agitation, viz. in 1930-31, he himself stopped it in exchange for a few small concessions.

It is simply not true that India’s Independence was the fruit of Gandhian non-violent agitation. He was close to the British in terms of culture and shared ethical values, which is why sometimes he could successfully bargain with them, but even they stood firm against his pressure when their vital interests were at stake. It is only Britain’s bankruptcy due to World War 2 and the emergence of the anti-colonial United States and Soviet Union as the dominant world powers that forced Clement Attlee’s government into decolonising India. Even then, the trigger events in 1945-47 that demonstrated how the Indian people would not tolerate British rule for much longer, had to do with armed struggle rather than with non-violence: the naval mutiny of Indian troops and the ostentatious nationwide support for the officers of Subhas Bose’s Axis-collaborationist Indian National Army when they stood trial for treason in the Red Fort.




Are the Indians I meet who uncritically sing praises of the mahatma, and his uber-flunky butt-boy J. Nehru simply ill-read or just plain stupid? I certainly hope that it is the former, because that at least can be rectified.

Why look to the past and criticize dead men, you ask? Well, simple. The past can be a learning opportunity. Unlike the present or the future, the past has a distinct advantage: it has been recorded. The mistakes have been made and the effects of those mistakes duly noted.
 
It requires skill to deal with the present and tremendous foresight to anticipate the future. But how much of a fundamental moron do you have to be to ignore the past, which has been meticulously recorded for you?

Postscript: It may seem a little unfair of me to mention a Hitler in the same breath as a Gandhi. But I think that they were similar in at least one important respect--they both advocated total ideologies devoid of moderation. Hitler trained his guns on others, Gandhi turned the gun on himself and on those around him. Hitler was a sadist, Gandhi was a masochist. Both caused grief to people around them.

Idle Historical Questions

Why did Mohandas Gandhi not use his "fast unto death" tactic to force Jinnah to back down from his Partition Plan? He certainly used it on everyone else.

One must ask: Did he use this stupid tactic of his only when he was reasonably sure of a favorable outcome? To put it another way, did he use it only on the vast majority of backbone-free, bovine, uncritical Hindus, who would indulge him every time?

And is it thus fair to conclude that this tactic of Satyagraha, i.e. fasting/blackmailing unto death, only works against emotionally immature, terribly obtuse opponents, and stands no chance against a strong, determined one?

What good is a tool, moral or otherwise, that can only be used against the weak and stupid, eh?

The Last Question

The following is the best science-fiction short story I've read. Even if you don't like science fiction, give it a shot. You may be surprised to find resonance. In fact, I guarantee that you will.

http://www.aronson.co.il/adin/TheLastQ.htm

Symphony in Saffron

This is not breaking news, I know. 

I have observed that BJP, the "Hindu Nationalist" political party of India, suffers from extremely poor media management. I have watched with a sense of wonder the BJP (and the Hindutva folks in general) get bashed to putty by the media for transgressions that other, more "secular" folks get away with fluently.

Our language often reveals our biases. Take the term "Hindutva Brigade", for example. It is used often by the media to refer to the BJP. A flippant, mildly derisive term. Suggestive of rabble. Like the Keystone Kops. Suggestive of militancy. But the media never says, "Islamic Squad" or "Congress Horde", even when referring to those with blatantly pro-Muslim sympathies and decidedly un-secular and unconstitutional positions.

Or take the use of the term "Hindu Right" which is used with effect to paint a broad section of Indians who hold certain views or support certain policies. The vapid morons that infest the Indian media probably don't read the same sort of literature that I do, but in my book, (A) enacting the Uniform Civil Code, (B) removing any special status from Kashmir, (C) curbing illegal immigration, (D) kicking to death with nailed jackboots the unsavory bastards who instituted and perpetuated mindless sops like the Hajj subsidy, and (E) wanting to reduce the birth rate in India, all appear to be very middle-of-the-road and Centrist policies. So why does a Hindu who holds these views deemed to be from the Hindu Right? Shouldn't he be called a Hindu Centrist? Or just Centrist? Is his being Hindu relevant in some way?

Disclosure: I am a Centrist.

So we see that those who support the BJP and its pretty secular policies get no love from the media (the BJP is no more or less secular than the Congress, my little chickadee; pull it out of your behind). But as is my contention, a significant part of it must be blamed on poor media management. 

Let me bring up an example.

Recently, Praveen Togadia, a card-carrying member of the VHP, which is a sister organization to the BJP, shot off his mouth on the population issue.

Aside: It is popular knowledge that India has a population problem. Which is understating it. As everybody is well aware, India, to be blunt about it, needs to put a rubber on the end of its stick. Right now, as we speak.

Mr. Togadia, god bless his soul, was particularly concerned about this here population problem that India faces. And his concern was sharp when it came to the growth of Muslims. The Muslims were outbreeding the Hindus at a comfortable clip, he noted. His solution? Hindus should have more children.

Yes, that's right. Hindus should have more children to counter the Muslims and to add to the groaning weight of human beings that India already supports.

He did not advocate birth control. He did not talk about education about birth control. He did not talk about the economics of over-population. He instead suggested that we Hindus hit the hay and have some fun.

Now Mr. Togadia is associated with the Hindutva folks and like it or not, with the average, fair-minded Hindu on the street. He is also an embarassment to us all when he makes such statements. I am sitting here stratching my head and thinking why he does not have a full time spin doctor assigned to him.

I know that every cause needs its goons, but are people like Praveen Togadia really necessary?

Predictably, the media lost no time in jumping down the Hindu throat. I read the story on http://www.rediff.com/ a few weeks ago. Many reactions to Togadia--all unflattering--were reported. A Muslim leader from the Muslim Personal Law Board or somesuch came out (of the woodwork) and said, "Higher birth rates is not a solution. We should not make such statements."

Thanks, Mr. Togadia, for that. I do hope that you are as aware of the stark irony of this as the rest of us are. Because when a Muslim lectures to you about the virtues of a small family size, you are definitely not following the instructions on the label right.

Hold The Press!

I forgot to mention, under "Books that mean a lot to me":

(0) The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien.

(1) Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams (a trilogy in five parts).

(2) Little Women by Louisa May Alcott.

(3) Anything by Jules Verne.

Shame on me for missing those.

Book Tagging

This is a very belated response to Sukanya Majumdar's book tag. Sorry Sukanya, but better late than too late, true?

Total books I own: Dunno. "More than a few" is my best guess.

Last book I bought: Indian Controversies: Essays on Religion in Politics by Arun Shourie

Last book I read: Am reading the above book right now.

Books that mean a lot to me:

1. Anything by Saradindu Bandopadhyay. He, in my opinion, is the best short story writer who has written in Bangla. For that matter, I cannot think of any author in any language I know who can equal him.

2. Anything by Rajshekhar Basu. Nom de plume: Parashuram. The other brilliant short story writer of Bengal.

3. Anything by the Ray family. Upendrakishore Rowchoudhury, Sukumar Ray, and Satyajit Ray. Grandfather, father, and son. How so much talent can pass on from one generation to the next without dilution is still a mystery to me.

4. The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich by William L. Shirer. I love history and particularly like reading about the Great War, Part II.

5. Even though I am male and hetero, I have liked Pride and Prejudice. Besides being a deliciously sweet story, it is also a lesson in how to write in the English language.

6. I like Oscar Wilde's stories, plays and poems. Have you read The Importance of Being Earnest or The Ballad of Reading Gaol?

7. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess. A jarring, dystopic, disturbing work.

8. Datta and Debdas. Both are novellas by Saratchandra Roy. To those who cannot read Bangla, allow me to say that Debdas, notwithstanding the stereotypes it brings to mind thanks largely to the morons who infest the Hindi movie industry, is the most heart-wrenching and dignified story of love I have ever read. It is a tale of dignity. A story that loses everything in the translation. Thanks, Dilip Kumar and Shah Rukh, for hamming it up and making it painful for those of us who know better. Trust the Hindi movie folks to do the usual bang-up job of turning the sublime into the ridiculous.

9. The dohas of Kabirdas. He was a wise, wise man.

10. The poetry of Omar Khayyam. Beautiful!

11. Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini.

12. Stuff by Albert Camus.

13. Stuff by Stephen King.

(Some eclectic, anything-goes sorta list this is turning out to be!)

14. Stuff by George Orwell

15. Arthur C. Clarke -- how can I forget him?

16. Lolita -- Vladimir Nabokov

17. Everything by Isaac Asimov -- The Last Question is the best science-fiction short story I've ever read. It exists online and I will post the link.

This is by no means a complete list. It also not ordered. I cannot remember everything that I have read. And I am sure that I have missed mentioning many, many more that have impressed and influenced me.

Oh, Frederick Forsythe.

And G.B. Shaw. And Shakespeare.

And Dave Barry. And Bankimchandra Chatterjee.

And Wuthering Heights. And Robert Heinlein. And Maugham (read Of Human Bondage). And Michael Crichton (read Sphere, the book. Avoid the movie).

Like non-fiction? Read The Mythical Man-month. Read The Naked Ape, by Desmond Morris. Read Christopher Hitchens. Read The Final Verdict by Aroup Chatterjee, which is a damning indictment of that "saint", Mother Teresa.

Try Principia Mathematica by Bertrand Russell. Try Out of Africa, Dinesen. Try Peter Drucker.

And so many more come to mind. So many. This book tagging thing is quite unfair.

I shall stop.

P.S.: Oh, I need to pass on the flame and tag a few, according to established procedure. So, Balajee, Rob and Jyoti, you are it.

Never

Never be mediocre.

Be excellent; or be inadequate. But never mediocre.

Never.

Still Keeping it Short

There is this peculiar two-legged animal that exists on this good planet of ours. And competes with humans for the limited available resources that God has seen fit to put on his own green earth.

It is a strange and exotic animal. One that I am trying to understand and analyse. And I hope to complete this analysis some day soon and publish my findings in a learned journal, before I finish my tour of duty and go into the Great Yawning Beyond.

There is no accepted taxonomy for this animal at the time of this writing. But if one were to exist, it would say: "The Great Indian Mud-Dwelling One-Horned Non-Resident Leftist Liberal", and be classified under Invertebrates.

Interesting animal, this Great Indian Mud-Dwelling One-Horned Non-Resident Leftist Liberal. Or GRIMONOLL, for short. If you forget, just remember that it rhymes with "obscene troll".

I will one day lay out my limited take of this creature in some detail. But for now, let me consider a statement that this creature makes (this animal possesses a somewhat advanced larynx that enables it to sometimes create a sequence of high-pitched, harsh sounds that a lot of humans take for speech).

The statement is along the lines of: "India is going to the dogs. And the fault, in case you can't tell, lies squarely at the doorstep of those senseless brutes, the Hindu Nationalists. Always stirring up trouble, those Huns. And insisting on unreasonable things like an Uniform Civil Code, equal status for all states in the Union, cutting off illegal immigration into a country that already cannot provide jobs to a signficant number of its own citizens, stuff like that. Hmmphh, imagine that. Too much nationalism is not a good thing, I tell you. It destroys. Somebody should tell that to the Hindu Nationalists. Those Nazis!"

Now, the Grimonoll can be engaged in debate and nailed to the wall as a trophy with each one of the above points, but it is a tiresome and pointless exercise for the average human with things to do.

But I will say this much to a Grimonoll, if one ever wanders upon this blog (some of them actually have Internet access, which mystifies me greatly): Rest easy, my little, tortured, confused Grimonoll. Too much nationalism has never been India's problem.


Too Much Heaven (Or Sun)

Does it take a lot away from your heterosexuality if you tune into a music station while driving, find Barry Gibb singing Too Much Heaven, and don't change the channel?

I was driving to work Friday and this song was playing and I didn't change the channel. Doesn't know why, I doesn't.

Nobody gets too much Heaven no more
It's much harder to come by
I'm waiting in line

Nobody gets too much Love anymore
It's as high as a mountain
And harder to climb

Corny.

But I still didn't change the channel.

Going soft. And possibly in the head.

Fractured Wisdom

[Not too long ago, my sister was struggling with her decision to go to New Zealand to seek higher education. We exchanged a few emails then. It was not an easy decision for her because of several reasons and hurdles, and she needed some cheering up and pep talk once in a while. So one day, in a flashy-washy of inspiration, I came up with this cheesy-weesy bit of wisdom that I promptly sent her way. I put it up here, with a few minor embellishments to make it blog-worthy, just so you guys will have something to guffaw about in the evening at your respective country clubs. Remember to put my name in the credits, though.]

You know, there are only two basic types of people on earth--only two--and don't let anybody tell you different. 

The fighter and the peasant.

The fighter fights. It doesn't matter what he or she's fighting. The issues vary, what matters is that the fighter reacts. The peasant takes care of farm and looks after the chickens and sometimes cheers (or jeers) when the fighters go off to a war.

Being one type or the other does not imply success (however one defines success), merely two divergent worldviews. Some fighters fight all the way to the top and become kings and lords; and some just bleed to death on a nameless battlefield.

Some peasants, for their part, build fortunes by working hard with what they have and generally staying close to the ground. Some farm the same little patch of land all their lives to sustain an existence.

Fighters are marked by resistance. Peasants are marked by acceptance. And sometimes it is better to be a peasant than a fighter. Because fighters are often frustrated by the system, having no idea how to work it--there is no sadder sight than a bitter, lonely, thwarted, aging fighter. Peasants, on the other hand, are more comfortable with the system because they instinctively know how to work within the framework and flourish within it.

But sometimes it is better to be a fighter. To stand up and call it the way you see it. To not compromise, even against the seemingly inevitable. To push the boundaries, to stretch the limits of the possible. To fight for an unreachable ideal. To fight for a hopeless love. To scream your lust into the bitter, acrid wind of a lost battle.

Both are valid worldviews and there is no value judgement that I'm making here. The world needs both types. A world full of fighters would be chaotic. A world full of peasants would be dull. All I'm saying is that maybe one is born a certain way, with a certain "type-ness", if you will, encoded into them at birth, and you can no more change this "type-ness" later on than you can change your blood type.

The Cutest Human

Yeah, I am biased, but this is my daughter when she was seven or eight. Cute as a bug. This came up in a memories spotlight in Google Photos...