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Sep 25, '08



How on earth did LK Chaudhury dare to put profit making and the health of his organisation ahead of employee concerns? Aren't we all proud Indian's who still believe Socialism is the path to economic prosperity and Capitalism is the curse of an amoral West?

There are only two instances in the past that i can recall when i felt such impotent rage and a murderous instinct to do irreversible damage (yeah, i share the same spirit of non-violence that so many of my brethren applaud.) The first time was as i gradually realised the extent of the injustice perpetrated on the victims of the Union Carbide tragedy and the blatant misuse of power by the Indian judiciary, bureaucracy, & an American corporate giant.

Then again when the preservers of our Hindu identity decided they'd had enough of these interfering outsiders. 

i don't know anymore why i still care about and want to return home and think people like us can make a difference by fighting small battles.










Jun 30, '08



Disclaimer: Long self indulgent post that shouldn't be attempted unless you're besotted by either AR Rehman or me.

all of us have our own ways of de-stressing when the going gets beyond tough. over a period of time i have realised nothing calms me down & soothes me more than two pet activities - a good ol' sweaty round of cleaning & listening to an AR Rehman CD where i have compiled a coupla dozen favourite tracks that i believe leave no doubt that he is God. not all of these songs went on to become hits & only the most avid rehman fan will probably claim acquaintance with all of them. here are some of them (in no particular order) & what makes them so special:

1. sarfaroshi ki tamanna from the 'legend of bhagat singh' - it doesn't have the pulsating, thumping beat that you'd normally associate with a rousing patriotic song. in fact the lyrics are wistful, dreamy & the tone sensual. as the slow first part of the song paves the way for the quickened antara sonu nigam beautifully convey the martyrs' silent resolve that death indeed is not the end for them when he sings:
khuhboo banke mehka karenge hum, lehlahati in faslo mein,
saans banke dehka karenge, aanewali in naslo mein

2. des mere des mere from the same film - it's no coincidence that this is the guy who along with the brilliant bharatbala reintroduced every indian to the glorious vande mataram in a new avatar. i think there's this surreal, inspired quality to his work that AR knows is rare which is why he respects it & reserves it for only a few pet genres, i.e. his patriotic & devotional numbers. one needs only to cast an eye on his incredible repertoire of such songs - piya haji ali, khwaja mere khwaja, bharat humko jaan se pyara hai and ye jo des hai tera to know what i'm talking about. what's incredible about this no. is the manner in which he again overturns the traditional rules of nationalist songs. yeah, even when he employs full thumping beats. nowhere else have i heard that note of infinite tenderness that sukhwinder infuses into his voice as he croons des mere, des mere, meri jaan hai tu. with that it isn't difficult to visualise the nation in terms of a frail mother or beloved, anyone deserving of protection & love. however, if he expresses such longing & respect for the country, unshakable resolve & anger are not far behind & thats when he hardens his tone & sings:
watan ke naam pe, hum sar katane se nahi darte.
it's almost like he begins on an angry note & then has to remind himself of some benign presence to calm himself so stark is the contrast between the military style & lyrics of the song & the des mere part. also, the des as opposed to desh sounds so moving & real.

3. lukka chuppi from rang de basanti - i have never much cared for lata mangeshkar & am always puzzled about what most directors still see in her to use her in their films. then i heard this one & understood the magic of that quivering, age-ravaged, yet evocative voice. it makes perfect sense to use lata here as she is echoing the sentiments of a 70+ mother who has lost her son. once again thwarting conventional expectations, there is neither shehnai nor sarangi, those two grand dames of all dirge instruments. on the contrary AR begins the song with a peppy guitar arrangement & if you're not aware of the film you could well mistake this song as unfolding in the background while a mom & kid play hide n seek in some wide open space. so profound is the mother's sense of disbelief that she thinks her son is up to one of his old tricks & will reappear soon. hence, the note of entreaty & not lament:
lukka chuppi, bahut hui, saamne aaja na, 
kaha kaha dhoonda tujhe thak gayi hai teri ma...

the second part of the song which is sung by AR in his sandpaper voice evocatively conveys the absolute freedom that only death allows & also the pain of separation when you are lost to all those who are still alive, still mortal:
meri patang ho befikar ud rahi hai ma, dor koi kate nahi beech me ma.....
.....yaha naya naya hai sab kuch, phir bhi lage bin tere akele.
can anybody be dry eyed as he hears this?

4. nahi saamne from Taal - can't understand why all those rangeela songs could become bigger hits than this subtle, sensuous melody. note the extended priyasiiiiiiiii..... with which hariharan begins the song. damn, the man is hurting & nothing captures better the sense of desperate longing when your beloved is away/lost, than this no. As his longing turns to a frenzied desperation, so does the pace of the song shift from languorous to vibrant & thunderous. however, there is some sort of reconciliation between his maddening junoon and current reality of the situation as the agony of separation is tempered with consolation that he is not all bereft; after all, her love wasn't untrue:
bichad ke bhi mujh se juda to nahi, khafa hai magar bewafa to nahi

5. khamosh raat from thakshak - anybody who's familiar with the song knows they have to strain the ears to catch the first few tentative guitar notes, groping as they seem to be for a foothold. And why not? doubt, a sense of mystery & elusiveness run riot in the hero's mind as he sings this lonely no. he has seen a chehra and he knows next to nothing about her, even whether she is real or imagined! so he sings:
ye sach hai, ya sapna ...dream vs. reality.

this is a song you must listen to when you've drowned a few too many, the weather's holding up and you're still reeling under the effect of something unexpectedly nice that happened, doesn't have to be a gal or boy kinda thing.

6. dheemi dheemi, bhini bhini from earth, 1947 a love story - ever tried imagining what would be that one song you'd want to make love to your beloved to. no? try this one & be prepared to be swept away by the raw sensuality hariharan unleashes as he confesses amidst the sound of bird calls:
tu jo paas hai, mujhe pyas hai, tere jism ka ehsaas hai, tu jo paas hai ....

there are so many more i could go on & on about...neem neem from yuva, kehna hi kya from bombay, ori chhori from lagaan, the list is endless for me as the maestro keeps reworking his magic in melody after melody.








Jun 13, '08



Have Fun ...

Dagny says, “This time it is not one but 2 games in one… and you either play both or you don’t play at all. You have to tag people in multiples of three only… minimum being 3 naturally.”

The Naughty Tag (Game 1)

1. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Please no corny answers like his/her personality, we all know what we notice first :-)

My answer: Since we are talking pure physicals here, I guess it’d be how tall he stands. Oh no, not in any metaphorical sense!
In inches, ok? Eeesh! Not THOSE inches u perverts. Oh the HEIGHTS of moral degradation I am alive to see. Tsk tsk!
Any woman above 5’5 who’s had the misfortune to spend time in kolkata will vouchsafe for this particular fixation. I’d never had the pleasure of dancing with a single male who was tall-er than me in college & every new year's eve wud get saddled with the 5'9 alok singh, who never managed to clear his 3rd yr engine-erring & finally became a chef. So there…


2. Who- of the opposite sex- would you want to be with if you were deserted on an island?

My answer: No way are we talking ‘lets-make-a-home’ stuff here. Dagny, how valid is this distinction b/w ‘what’ you’d do & ‘who’ you’d be with on the island. Theres only so MUCH u can do with limited resources, na? ;-)) After all ACTIONS speak louder than words.
So, I guess it’d be sm1 like ian mcewan or ishiguro. ah, the tales these men spin; Clooney or depp for the fantasies only they can fulfill & last but not the least my sweet ol’ hubby for all the thinking, planning & hard work that’d be required to return to mainland once all the story telling & (pro)creating is out of the way & I’m bored.


3. What turns you on about the opposite sex?

My answer: Unshakable integrity & a serious interest in things that do not directly touch his life. Stuff like iraq, stem cell research, GPS communication, new wave cinema..…anything. If u can only talk abt hockey or hedge funds ur too limited for my intelligence. I don’t mean to be immodest but it’s a sad fact.
Also, a good fragrance is such a rare pleasure in india where men still think ferrari black is a luxury car & stephen king is a writer of horror fiction!


4. What turns you off?

My answer: I’m easily irritated. shome, markiv know it only too well. However, these r a few of my…
- idiots who type ‘lol’ or post a ‘smiley’ when theres a lull in the conversation. Arrey, ever heard of serene silences?
- Those who crib coz their wives don’t work (in office) & also crib if they have to warm their own food for the one day when she is away when they return frm office.
- Those who cast furtive looks in the midst of a serious discussion whenever I wear a remotely sexy outfit to an evening party. Dekh lo, lech ..thats why I wore this…but after that, can we pls return to sanity?
- Those who think that by agreeing with me unconditionally they’ll make me happy. U cudnt be wrong-er. This is the extreme antithesis of chauvinism & I detest it as much.
- Diplomacy. Aargh!

5. Some Froppites have their real picture on the profile and some don't but just going by their blogs/ comments/ scraps who do you think is the hottest female (male bloggers answer this) and male blogger (female blogger answer this)?

My Answer: shomeonly coz i know him really well & rat race coz he leaves a lot to the imagination.


Bookworm Tag (Game 2)

RULES
1. Grab the nearest book you have been reading. And yes, when I say BOOK… I do NOT mean Cosmopolitan… or Playboy… or even Playgirl magazines. I am asking for words… not pics…
2. Open page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Acknowledge the person who tagged you. (Dagny tagged me)
6. Add the rules.


My Book: From Beirut to Jerusalem – Thomas Friedman
Page 123 – skip over first 5 sentences. Here are the next three sentences.

“So, just like any other Lebanese militia, the PLO became a machine for the social promotion & advancement of a certain class of people. Don’t think for a minute that they didn’t love giving orders to the sons of Parliament notables. In Lebanon, the PLO became so obsessed with social promotion it stopped caring about Palestine.”

And now for the diff part – tagging. Guys, don’t lemme lose face. Pls pls oblige.

1. rayn_cloud
2. ledzep
3. swiftmove
4. vintagewine
5. fulloffun
6. lustingforlife








May 22, '08



This post is written in response to the idea that Rabindranath Tagore wrote the song ‘Jana Gana Mana’ (JGM) for the British monarch George V. First, I would urge everyone to study Tagore more extensively before making unsubstantiated pronouncements for a deep understanding of his philosophy of universalism & spiritual Oneness is essential to any analysis of his work.

And before anybody assumes otherwise let me deny quite categorically that I’m not an apologist for fallen heroes, nor do I seek to explain away the frailties that often accompany greatness. As someone who is still unresolved about what truly constitutes plurality, this controversy bothers me immensely.

I first learnt abt the JGM controversy via one of those countless chain emails that also claim that the U.S. invented the AIDS virus to obliterate the tribes of Africa & that Doomsday is the absolute reality for all but the most devout Catholics. Ok. Sure. 

So, Tagore wrote JGM in the praise of George V? Nothing could be farther from the truth. As with many of his puja or devotional songs, if there was a Divine entity to whom Tagore addressed many of his heartfelt yearnings for communion, it was a Monarch infinitely greater than any mortal King could ever aspire to be. The Lord of India's Destiny, to whom Jana Gana Mana is officially addressed, is the perennial Bhagya Vidhata of India who has, from the very dawn of civilization, guided India through great triumphs and tragedies; it is India's eternal guiding spirit, and could never be merely the king of a colonial empire. 

It is hardly necessary to point out that if Tagore had the slightest weakness towards the British monarchy, his staunch and steadfast opposition to British rule would seriously contradict it. His relinquishing of the Knighthood (received at the hands of the very same monarch to whom, according to the detractors, he supposedly offered such unabashed tributes) in protest against the Jallianwallah Bagh tragedy in 1919 is just one obvious example of his principles. 

The Story
 
His sincere belief in India's crying need to be freed of colonial oppression has been expressed profoundly and eloquently in vast and profuse areas of his writings, some of which can be traced back to his earliest works like ‘Balmiki Protibha’ & ‘Bhanusingher Bodaboli’. He had deep-seated disdain and contempt for colonial rule and rulers, although he had the highest regards for European civilization and culture. No one but only the most avowed right wing fanatic will read any contradiction in this. 

The charge that JGM was composed for George V actually rests on false evidence given by the pro-British press. The song was first sung in a session of the Congress in 1911. This session had decided to felicitate George V since he had announced the abrogation of the partition of Bengal, thereby conceding the success of the Swadeshi agitation. The day after the session the nationalist Indian papers reported that a Tagore composition had been sung. The following year the song was published as ‘Bharat Vidatha’. A columnist in the vernacular Bharati described the song as one in "Praise of the Dispenser of human Destiny, who appears in every age." He probably came closest to capturing its spirit. This song was to later become known as JGM.

Initially the confusion about the song was stirred up by the ineptness of the pro-British Anglo-Indian press whose inefficiency was not surprising given the fact that The Sunday Times once ascribed the authorship of Bande Mataram (BM) to Tagore and described JGM as a Hindi song! The reports were based on understandable ignorance since the Anglo-Indian press had neither the linguistic abilities nor the interest to be accurate. Actually, two songs that had been sung that day. The JGM had been followed by a Hindi song composed specially for George V by Rambhuj Chaudhary. There was no real connection between the composition of the Jana Gana Mana and George V, except that the song was sung -- not written - at an event which also felicitated the king. 

In Tagore's collected works, it is mentioned that the Indian National Congress requested that Tagore write a felicitation to the Emperor as an appeasement gesture to the British monarchy in response to the annulment of the Bengal Partition Act. Not only was he troubled by the request, he was downright offended by it. JGM was written more out of protest and rebellion than adoration towards the monarchy. An objective reading of the song should make it eminently clear as to whom the poet decided to offer his worship.

In a letter to Pulin Behari Sen, Tagore later wrote, "A certain high official in His Majesty's service, who was also my friend, had requested that I write a song of felicitation towards the Emperor. The request simply amazed me. It caused a great stir in my heart. In response to that great mental turmoil, I pronounced the victory in Jana Gana Mana of that “Bhagya Vidhata” of India who has from age after age held steadfast the reins of India's chariot through rise and fall, through the straight path and the curved. That Lord of Destiny, that Reader of the Collective Mind of India, that Perennial Guide, could never be George V, George VI, or any other George." Yeats, an ardent admirer of Tagore also supported his claims. I may add here that we normally sing the first verse alone while the third verse of the song refers explicitly to the Eternal. 

Why JGM & not BM?

Now we come to the second part of the controversy. Why wasn’t Bande Mataram chosen as our national anthem? Sublime and lyrical as it is, BM treats India as a Goddess to be worshipped. The words of BM feature India as a “homogeneous Hindu” nation (on the other hand India today is a proudly heterogeneous secular republic) and the lyrics are understandably controversial since its invocation of the nation as a “Goddess” goes against Islamic theology which forbids the worship of any God other than Allah. Further, BM had been successfully (very tragically) converted into a sign of communal antagonism by Hindu communalists who chanted it as a slogan in riots, with the Muslims responding with “Allah ho Akbar”! Despite being a Hindu revivalist, Bankim Chandra would have been horrified at this divisive use of his beautiful creation by Hindus, if this happened during his life time. 

On the other hand, JGM evokes the country as composed of a multiplicity of regions and communities united in prayer to a universal lord. BM was composed by a Hindu scholar who could only visualize the nation in Hindu terms: religious identity was the only available idiom for conceptualizing the nation then. Bamkim Chandra’s picture of India was essentially “Hindu India”, with other religious groups on the fringes. In contrast, Tagore had seen the riots that broke up the Swadeshi movement and had divined the obvious: religious nationalism easily divided anti-colonial struggles. 

To quote from a Freeindia article: "When the objection was raised to the adoption of VM as the national anthem on the ground that it was full of idolatry, Rishi Aurobindo said Durga to whom it paid homage was none other than Bharata Mata symbolising Knowledge, Power, Greatness and Glory." At a personal level it is fine to associate one’s country with god/goddess, but to view Mother India in the form of “Durga”, “Lakshmi” or “Saraswati” in a national anthem, that is expected to be sung by all religious denominations, is outright communal and exclusionist in its conception. 

To quote another section from the article: “It came as a great shock to the people that Maulana Md. Ali should object the singing of Vande Mataram (at the INC session). There was no doubt that this was an indication of a mentality of separatism which refused to identify itself with the mainstream of national life”. This statement is nothing short of being outrageous because it indicates that anyone who doesn’t associate him/herself with “Hindu” symbols is not a part of the national main-stream. If Maulana Md. Ali was communal, so is the writer of that article. 

Lastly, to doubt Tagore’s love for India is akin to questioning Joan of Arc’s courage. Also, Tagore was far more than a patriotic figure- he would be the first to protest any claim to patriotism, which, like nationalism, he opposed as an ethical or moral principle. He was perhaps the first universalist, even before Gandhi, one of the first perhaps to truly dedicate his life to that cause; yet, as he himself wrote late in his life, "I have traveled far and wide, and seen the many great splendors of people and places around the world. Yet, when all is said and done, I truly love India best."

(Readers interested in more information may look up the writings of P.Sen, Amartya Sen, Monish R Chatterjee, Pradip k Dutta, Vani Doraiswami & Shumon Sengupta some of which I have used in my post.)









Apr 19, '08



i watched the film adaption of khaled hosseini's famous debut novel 'the kite runner' yday & contrary to expectations actually liked the film, a surprise considering the sense of outrage & disappointment that are still alive in my mind whenever i recall reading the book. that a piece of unabashed melodrama that employs every conceivable cliche could become such a bestseller really had me at my wit's end. not that i don't enjoy the occasional light reading, but my chief grouse with TKR was that its success evidenced a host of unpleasant revelations about our society, current literary tastes & the way we like to use hyperboles & confer high praise simply on account of the difficulty an author may have faced in his childhood or the disease he may have been battling while penning a particular saga. even that's discrimination!
anyway, i think one of the greatest reasons the book worked so well is due to the current geopolitical climate where every conflict seems destined to play out in terms of man's eternal search for 'home'. i know none of this has the profundity of the Ten Commandments but that's not how i'd initially read the heartbreaking tale of the upper class amir's friendship, betrayal & eventual reconciliation (of sorts) with his hazara servant hassan. there is that infinite tenderness & endless longing in the exiled amir's words whenever he evokes pictures of the kebab stalls with their aroma of woodsmoke & burnt lamb that overwhelmed the streets of kabul in the evenings, the first snow fall of the season that embraced the city in its cold yet welcome grasp, & the anxiety, excitement & thrill that one experienced the night before the annual kite flying competition. 

reminiscent of an old fashioned morality tale, hassan's betrayal & death mirrors the destruction of the afghan nation. the heartbreak is greater because not only is amir's past an endless series of wrong choices & may-have-been's, but also because the fate is shared by his beloved country too. for the first time i wondered what it would feel like if i were ever to know that i no longer had a home to return to, a country & culture i could call my own, a way of life where i was assured of being understood without the need for endless annotations. shattering doesn't quite cover it.

is this fear what inspires men to challenge the might of nations even at the risk of death? is it this fundamental desire for a home, a place to stake claim to, that lead the tibetan student to end his life in flames as a protest against china's complete disregard for tibet's claims of autonomy? is the desire to claim as rightfully theirs what was forcefully taken from them, at the root of the Palestinian suicide bomber's enormous courage & stoicism? 

in a world that gets flatter by the day, we need to seriously address this issue of 'home' for it concerns 'us' as much as 'them'. globalisation & knowledge sharing have brought enormous benefits, especially addressing the problem of higher costs for goods & services, but it hasn't left discontent far behind. thomas friedman in 'the world is flat' offers useful advice to nations & societies to adjust & adapt better in this brave new world where the 'lions' & 'gazelles' play together. the blurring of boundaries is inevitable & has already started. all those who cry for protectionism - be it the jobless voter in america's mid-west or raj thakeray - know they are arguing a lost cause. economic prosperity will outweigh all arguments. however, its time we stopped & took a look at the larger social fragmentation that globalisation has led to, the discontent it breeds amongst those who have had to share their homes & jobs with others. perhaps what we need more urgently is simple kindness to make way in our hearts for those different from us, to open the doors gladly to those who have had doors shut upon them & to raise the torch for those who have long suffered alone.








Feb 29, '08



This post is the result of much introspection after I had a minor misunderstanding with Nova on one of Dagny’s posts. Those interested may check the same here www.fropper.com/posts/11363

Needless to say, my comments on the Amchi Mumbai post were not directed at any particular individual or to hurt any sentiments. i don’t get my kicks that way. However, I do think my comments were misinterpreted without fully comprehending the underlying sentiment that prompted them. To even suppose that I regard the madness that has currently gripped Mumbai as banal is ridiculous. I could never imply that. Having said that, I do maintain that the majority of the posts that discuss the issue border on the banal & make for good examples of précis writing. 

I think the meaning & scope of the ‘blog’ has evolved so much in the last 10 years that it is no longer merely an online repository of existential angst. A recent Harvard Business Review study has shown that more than 17% of people across the world are using blogs today as a medium of information dissemination, an agent of change, an independent voice that can function sans government sanction & controls. For me there are 2 kinds of blogs – those that educate & those that entertain. I have absolutely nothing against people who share tales about their children, or list down 10 reasons why they hate men/women/dogs/bathing/sex…….. so long as it evokes laughter, employs wit & induces a feel-good sensation. Tall order? Wait till u hear next. 

I’m a lil more demanding when it comes to the former category of blogs, those that supposedly deal/discuss/dissect issues of great import. Unfortunately, my reading of them on frops, blogspot, wordpress has led me to the lamentable conclusion that most of them are pretentious, plagiarised, lazy & don’t accord the attention due to the serious matters they discuss. They are little more than a summary of what various newspapers/ columnists/celebrities are talking about with regard to any issue – be it the IPL, Tata Nano, or the U.S Elections. Most posts are almost xeroxed versions of the official or commonly held views with the blogger showing lil or no inclination to examine the issue from a different perspective or strive to dig a bit deeper into the surface to uncover other ways of examining it. For example, the IPL genesis must be read in terms of the 'prostitution of cricketing talent' theme. I have yet to come across a single blog here that is even interested in examining it as a model of free trade (which it is actually) or how it will free newcomers from the petty zone politics that has crippled Indian cricket for ages. 

Similarly, the story of the Nano has been discussed solely in terms of a for/against debate & nowhere have I come across a single piece talking about how the Nano is expected to dent Suzuki’s profits & capture its market share. While everyone is crying themselves hoarse blaming the Tata’s for precipitating traffic snarls, nowhere did I come across the simple & obvious logic that it is not the responsibility of the entrepreneur to provide roads. That is the government’s duty for which we pay taxes!! For me, that was the biggest drawback in any argument against the Nano. 

I recently commented on a blog here where the author merely summarized the 2008 Oscar winners. I mean, do I stay in a place where there’s no satellite TV or newspapers that I have to read THAT on a blog? When the blogsphere is inundated with posts screaming about the absurdity of Raj Thackeray’s divisive politics, the effect on me is pretty much the same as when my mom would rant endlessly, “You’ll never do well in exams unless you study hard.” Well, thank you mom but I don’t need you to tell me that. Why don’t you tell me if there’s any way I can ace those exams without studying? When you merely summarize the obvious & much discussed, are u not showing the utmost disrespect towards your mind? If the Maker saw it fit to endow us with diverse physical attributes, what right have we to be part of a herd where the only voice is that of a collective one? 

I know this is getting tedious & I’ll try & wrap up by reminding you that the pen is mightier than the sword. Good blogs & bloggers give me an opportunity to reexamine my views, reform my beliefs. They keep me reading till the wee hours of the morning & propel me to google facts & incidents endlessly, pore over data & then arrive at a clearer idea of the issue at hand than when I started out. They prompt thought. Period. Some of Vintagewine’s (with whom I perenially disagree) & Nike’s blogs have accomplished this. Many of Asylum’s comments (it’s a pity the lady doesn’t write) have led me to introspect & revaluate my opinions. I thought Dagny’s blog not banal because she chose to take a stand on the Thackeray fiasco in a manner that was so divorced from the ordinary; that showed character & that for me speaks volumes more than any number of pious denunciations of Raj Thackeray.