Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Conundrum that is Tibet

Its easy to be sympathetic towards the cause of Tibet, but its hard to not be critical of the Tibetans either. The Tibetans have a government in exile running out of Mcleodganj. The structure is basic but functional. Their setup is impressive and well thought out. The Tibetans realize that a democratic structure is the only feasible solution once they get their homeland and they seem to be grooming their population in exile for the same. But, the return to homeland is going to be one long and difficult haul, and they know it.

By their own admission, the Tibetan culture and their language is more congruent with India than China. Chinese claim that historically and culturally Tibet has always been a part of china and hence the invasion of Tibet in 1949. Their language has strong links with Sanskrit even though their script is their own. Dalai Lama, the Tibetan spiritual guru and a revered personality all over the world, has often likened India as the guru and Tibet as the Disciple.

The Indian connection explains why the Dalai Lama sought exile in India when the Chinese invaded his homeland in 1949. Since then almost two generation of Tibetans have made India their home. The younger ones have been born here and consider them as much a part of India as Tibet. Almost a decade after the invasion, in 1959, an uprising took place in Tibet. It was brutally crushed and added to the toll that Tibet had suffered during the invasion.

The Government of China is meticulously and ruthlessly destroying the unique cultural thread of Tibet. Human rights are frequently violated. Torture and media censorship is norm. The younger generation growing in Tibet haven't even seen what their spiritual guru Dalai Lama looks like owing to the blanket ban on media and information flow.

The environment is being destroyed too, bit by bit. The grasslands in Tibet are shrinking, giving way to deserts. The Chinese have also destroyed the nomadic tribes of Tibet by making them rudimentary structures and forcing them to abandon their century old lifestyle. Tibet is vital for water too as almost one quarter of the water feeding south east Asia flows from the glaciers in Tibet. The Chinese realize that and they are making dams on these rivers indiscriminately but secretly. The Tibetan environmental workers find it surprising that these issues are never at the forefront of any environmental discussions or forum even though they can potentially affect vast human population downstream.

The struggle for Tibet has become harder because of the might of China. No country wants to antagonize China, not even the current superpower, the US. Its hard for Tibetans living in Tibet to mobilize themselves because of the iron curtain that surrounds not just Tibet but also the mainland China. In these times, the exiled population is doing what it can to not let the world go complacent to the cause of Tibet.

The Tibet movement is strictly non-violent and has always been so. The fact that they are willing to fight out a long drawn battle full of sacrifices is laudatory too. But, somehow it just doesn't add up. They are too happy to remind the Indians that even their struggle took a couple of hundred century to bear results with great sacrifices from the population. They, however, seem to forget that the Indian struggle was not based out of some friendly neighboring country but it was based in India. The mass movement triggered by the appeal of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi brought the mighty British Empire to its feet. The Tibetans don't even know the status of protests in their homeland. Any movement that is going to crack China enough in yielding Tibet has to be in Tibet itself. The Tibetan dispensation working here in India seems to have no clue about how to go about it. They also mildly accuse India of being too neutral, which is a euphemism for India not pitching the case of Tibet strong enough at different international fora. They, however, seems to be oblivious of the fact that India does its best not to rub china the wrong way. China claims Arunachal as its own and we hardly even make a noise. The Chinese incursion into our territory is often reported but we sit back and review the situation. The scar that China inflicted on Indian minds in the 1962 war still haunts the decision makers here in India.

Tibet must realize that India can support them covertly as they have been doing for close to sixty years but its not yet ready to take China by the horns. Tibetans must be pro-active and learn lessons from history and other freedom struggles. They have to infiltrate the Tibet mainland in order to have an impact, which is a lot harder that it may even sound. However, that is their only recourse if they want to thwart the neo-imperialist expansionist designs of China in their neighborhood.

चोटी की ललक

समय को बाँधने वाला बाँध चाहिए,
वो मीठी सी थकान चाहिए.
रुको, ठेह्रो, बैठो ज़रा
इन नजारों को देखने वाला इंसान चाहिए

शिखर की ललक है तुम्हे
अस्तित्व विहीन खतरों की भनक है तुम्हे
सजीव कल्पनाओं से कोई वास्ता नहीं
मुर्दों की दौड़ में पहला स्थान चाहिए

खिलते फूलों की पुकार नहीं
डूबते सूरज के आखिरी लालिमा की दरकार नहीं
हमराहियों की ठिठोलियाँ नहीं
चाहिए तुम्हे तो बस शिखर का आधार चाहिए

चुभती हैं तुम्हे वोह साथियों के संग की यादें
पर भूल कैसे सकते हो उम्मीदों पर खरे उतरने के वादे
उहापोह से लथपथ, पीछे छूट गए तुम्हारे साए
टूटे हुए, चिता पर लदे हुए तुम्हारे इरादे

दिखने लगे सब, छटे घना कुहरा सारा
ले लो सांस, धैर्य धरो, ये सब है तुम्हारा
सूखने दो पसीने को, होने दो धडकनों को मद्धम
यहीं तो है वोह जिसकी खोज में भटक रहे तुम और हम

क्या ढूंढते हो चोटी पर
जो साथियों के संग में नहीं
क्षितिज पर सागर से मिले बिना
ऊंचा आसमान भी पूरा नहीं



Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Hate: the all pervasive emotion.

Love is powerful, so they say. What about hate? I can't escape it. In a sadistic, perverse way, i don't really wanna get away from it. But i hate it. It's like the surrounding flames, that burn the skin and threaten to melt the bones, but there is no way i can survive without its warmth. Hate is dripping out of the walls here, dark, sticky and vicious liquid. Its all over the floor. Constantly rising up.
What is this vile liquid? Where does this come from? Is my hate directed towards someone or something? NO. I don't feel that. It exists independently. It doesn't need a reason or a rhyme. On the contrary, love is nothing but lack of hate, just the way shadow is lack of sunlight. Love and shadow don't have an independent existence. One depends on the Sun or the lack of it and the other on the lack of love.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Straight As An Arrow

For a child of gay parents, would it be hard for the parents to accept if their kid turns out to be straight? I don't know. But considering the fight the parents must have fought all their lives to assert their identity which is, to put it mildly, somewhat disturbing to our social fabric, they would understand if their kid turns out to be different from them. My friend argues that all of us are gays and it's the society and its established conventions that forces people to be straight. I know he said that for effect and didn't really mean what he said. However, this raised a pertinent point. Imagine a social structure where parents ( both hetro and homosexuals) took it for granted that their kids could and would turn out to be of any of these sexual orientations namely : gay, straight or bi-sexual( is there any other kind?). In this environment of acceptance for all sorts of sexual orientations and behaviors, would we still have a staggering majority of straights in our midst?

My friend and I agree that the belief that sex is primarily for reproduction may be a fallacy. Sex is primarily for recreation and fun. Reproduction is just a byproduct.

However, that doesn't answer my question. Is she gay or not? My friend, who likes wuthering heights and calls himself MCG, says she looks like a gay. He has the tendency to swing from sublime to ridiculous. How can someone look gay? what do gays look like? They have been stereotyped, since time immemorial, through mannerisms. But it is surely not possible to identify a gay just by looking at him/her. And hence my problem remains unresolved. I must admit that i wouldn't mind if she turns out to be a bi-sexual.

P.S: My thoughts on the eve of Queer pride parade. But i need to find the answer to my all important question. Its eating me from inside.

St. Petersberg Vs Munirka

'Crime and Punishment' is a good read. After 100 or so pages, it resembles more like the psycho analysis of a man who is in a dark, suffocating tunnel walking aimlessly and knowing that he may never see the light at the end. He isn't even sure if there is an end. Claustrophobia is what i feel. It's brooding to the extent of being repulsive but i am surprised i do not feel repulsion. His discontinuous thoughts bordering on trivia isn't alien to me. He is obsessed with his torn and somewhat tilted hat. The urgency he feels in his thoughts to buy a new one only to forget it conveniently and drown in even more trivialities is also disturbingly familiar. i can not help but sport a weirdly suggestive wry smile at the way his thoughts leave and enter his evidently fucked up brain. He killed his landlady with an Axe.

I want to read more. I want to know me more.

P.S : The Saviour of the masses and oft-criticized internet wonder Wikipedia says " Dostoevsky could have written a book on Munirka. For so many lives are made and unmade here".
Purely on the basis of one third of the book, Munirka could well have been a part of mid nineteenth century St. Petersburg.




Sunday, September 26, 2010

My Experiments With Ironies

Do you remember....

The sobriety of drunken nights

And bonhomie of that fight

The mute tides

Do you remember....

The dark sunbathed balcony

And the glittering shadow under the mahogany

The bustling melancholy

Do u remember....

The lonesomeness in that crowd

And transparency of the shroud

The warmth of the rusted bench

Do u remember....

The sweaty winters

And the equally shivering summers

The exhilarating silences at night

Do you remember....

The meaningful stares into the space

And awkwardness in the fast pace

The craving for that stress

Do you remember....

The ephemeral solutions

And the significance of your ambulation

The carelessness in that precision

Do you remember

The strangeness of your home

And mild familiarity with the dreams

The knife-edge of that petal

Do you remember....

The sheer absurdity in definitions

And the ever changing constants

The futile circles made by the clock hands.

Dilemma, Freedom and Other Assorted Emotions

Standing at the crotch of forked paths
The brain whirs and the vision blurs
The shoulders are heavy with load
Trapped inside the snake's jaw, like a toad

Calm down, think straight
Fuck destiny, choose your own fate
Left path, fenced with barbed wire all along
Trimmed grass and pruned trees
Safe and stable at every furlong

Right one looks wild and thrilling
No fences to keep you on the course
Freedom is your thing, it fits the billing

Freedom, hard to define but easy to confine
Easy to deride but hard to justify
For the millions of crotches that may lie ahead
To cut through the maze of delusion and haze
Freedom must always be the shining blade.