Age of Treason

We are a hypocritical culture. We have always been one. And by that I do not mean our country. Somewhere in our evolution since the “Early Man” days we have suddenly developed the urge to point fingers and blame people. So because we continue to look to blame, we end up being paranoid.
Few days ago when the Boston bombings happened, a handful of messages were sent to my relatives in or near Boston wondering if they were ok. Minutes later a journalist in Times of India chided the Indian government and the media for its behavior during an act of terror and hailed America as a country who has learnt its lesson and now conducts all its investigations in a fair manner. A couple of days later, the New Yorker posted an article on how a Saudi Arabian 20-year-old student who had gravely injured himself in the blast had his apartment ransacked; he was questioned for hours at end. Everything he did post the blast like running away from the blast site where considered incriminating enough that the Fox News eventually asked his roommate “Did you know you were living with a killer for years?”
 So, Mr Talking-Terms, America has not learnt its lesson. It will continue to harass innocent people from guilty countries, like we continue to blame Pakistan without looking at our own failures. All over the world the result of a terror strike is the same that of blaming a country and hoping the people of the country do not see the gaping holes in the intelligence systems. They fail to see the deeper more complex issues facing these countries; they do not see that in most cases terrorists recruit the Kasabs of the world not with religion but with the hope of a better life and a promising death. America, of all the countries, should be the first ones to understand that it’s not a country but an organization led by a few individuals either for profit or to settle their sociopathic tendencies that causes the carnage of the likes of 9/11. They have been waging a wasteful war, destroying two countries (one of them simply to help a son avenge his father’s embarrassment) for years now. Ironically, they attacked Afghanistan with the intent of capturing one man, eventually ended up killing him in a country that is a supposed ally. Isn’t that the very clear lesson to the country that it is not the country that causes actions but a group of individuals?
We, as a nation, for example, love to chide our leaders at their “soft” stance with our neighbors. We fail to understand that in Pakistan, things are much more complex. The middle class is struggling to stay afloat and keep its kids out of the streets because they know what they are exposing them to. No one in the country talks of the Human Rights violations and breach of ceasefire by the Indian Army during the Kargil war. What we do remember and constantly remind the world of are the mutilated bodies of our soldiers. It was a war. Both sides did things they were not proud of. Yet instead of hating the war in itself and condemning the violence, we look to hate a country when we ourselves have met people from that country far more peaceful and understanding than us. We brand them as exceptions: The “good” Muslims as Obama pointed out. And we hail America for not pointing fingers publicly instead ransacking a young students apartment quietly. This post is sort of why we will never find peace irrespective of the country we are in. I hate to be the Gandhian, but the world is going to be blind soon and the “we” would have done nothing to stop it.

Dewarists Season 2: The story of the World and its subjects

Its rare that a song fits almost as if it was coincidental with the life and death of a totally unrelated figure. Of course, the second episode of dewarists wasn’t about the death of a populist leader (whom I am scared to mention for the fear of my own life), but listening to the song Tom, Dick and Harry, it was suddenly so apt.

What’s different about this collaboration is that it isn’t about the music. It’s about the poetry behind it. That’s why rappers (if they bother to write intelligently) end up sending a much deeper message and other song writers.
Piyush Mishra and Akala are not very different in their content but are miles apart when it comes to expression. Piyush being the sarcastic, caustic genre of Contemporary Hindi poets (aka Gulaal style) and Akala being the refined, smarter version of ghetto hip hop.
The song is basic, it reeks of Piyush’s ideology of a nation gone to the dogs with its people lost in translation. After an evening of buying water from the back of a shuttered shop, and a weekend spent in house arrest because a city was mourning the death of an influential albeit slightly extremist leader, I wonder. What is that I am turning this nation into? I vote for the most convenient choice. I have stopped caring what the rulers of our so called democracy do or don’t do. I do what I have learnt to do over my lifetime. Turn the other cheek.

Very recently, in a not so important TV series, I had heard. Jesus turned the other cheek because at the time, turning the other cheek was an insult to the tyrants. The point of it all was to stand up and raise a voice, not to take things lying down. Of course, translations are what contaminate our beliefs over a period of time.

“Resist Me and You die!” says Akala in this lyrical piece. Is that really what our nation has come down to?
or are we the ones smiling away at our clueless “Raja and Rani” and being hung by the noose for paying taxes “ragyulaarly”

This one here is a wake up call. Only it doesn’t really furnish the thought of rising up, to me its an anthem about the “Andher nageri” this nation has become. It’s a sad state of affairs this. When one only thinks of one’s religion when stopped by an angry mob, when one quietly puts one’s head down and walks away even after seeing a child being beaten by bullies on the road.
When any “Tom, Dick and Harry” can be PM and any unsecular leader can be given full state honors for his burial in a so called “secular country” where else will be headed but towards the end.