Saturday, February 14, 2009

CULPABLE SILENCE



Every time a strike is carried out by the Islamic terrorists, I find myself being haunted by the now- familiar feelings of guilt, anger and frustration. I find myself wishing that I were invisible, that I didn't have to face my friends and classmates. Time and again, I hold myself responsible for the atrocities inflicted by these criminals and brainwashed scapegoats in the name of the religion I belong to. Once, I even dared to voice my fears to a close friend of mine who was quick to brush aside these thoughts as unnecessary and wrong. "You are a good person, so are majority of the people who belong to your community. This majority is in no way responsible for the actions of a perverted few", she said.

In spite of her assurances, the question kept popping up in my mind: am I not responsible, though not directly, for the actions of these terrorists? And the answer was always the same, even though I dared not to speak it out in public: I am responsible for their actions, so is every person who claims to be a follower of Islam; for it is the silence of people like me which gives them the courage to keep doing these terrible things.

My friend, in her empathy for me, might have overlooked a few facts, but the truth is that the so called 'moderate' majority among Muslims is also a silent majority and their silence has often been interpreted as the silence of approval, both by the terrorists and the world. Their silence has, in fact, thus become culpable silence.

Except for the occasional 'condemnation' and 'fatwa' against terrorism, the Muslim society has done pretty much nothing to tell the world that they do not support this fanatic minority among them. The implications of this silence are manifold: not only have Muslims lost the trust of their brethrens of other religious faiths, but also have they become targets of sustained suspicion and false accusations. Today, having a Muslim name could seal off your chances to own an apartment in certain neighborhoods, you are looked upon with suspicion if you sport a beard, and many people tend to keep a distance from you once they come to know that you are a Muslim. One of my friends was frank enough to let me know of his parents' displeasure on him being friends with a Muslim, another told me- though embarrassed- that her father wouldn't ever lend his apartment to Muslim families.

And, Muslims have no one to blame but themselves. For, it is their own silence which breeds this distrust.

Why are the Muslims silent?

Why are the Muslims silent at a time when they ought to be shouting at the top of their voices to the world of their innocence? Why does the Muslim community isolate itself from the rest of the world?

The answer to these questions lies in the inherent nature of the Islam. Islam as a religion had to survive extremely hostile conditions during its earlier periods of existence. As such, its followers were taught to look at the world outside with suspicion; they were cautioned of the fact that there were many enemies who wished to delete Islam from the face of earth. These teachings were so very ingrained into the religion that they have been carried forward into even the 21st century by its followers.

As a result, even the modern Muslim is taught by the clergy to believe that the world is full of enemies of Islam who would wipe it off from earth if they were not to defend it. Unfortunately, the situations in Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and the West's notorious 'Islam phobia' all feed to this fire. The disastrous result has been that Muslims have become more of an introvert group, unwilling to let others into their circles or enter into others'. Sadly, Muslims have failed to realize the fact that what was true for the religion in the 7th century need not be true in the 21st century.

What needs to be done?

What needs to be done immediately by Muslims is to distance themselves completely from the activities of the terrorists. They need to literally shout to the world that nothing- NOTHING- can ever justify the actions of these criminals. Not even the pathetic condition of Muslims in Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and elsewhere in the world should be cited as a justification. Further, Muslims need to come out of their cocoons of distrust and start interacting positively with the society they live in.

The time has come for the Muslims world over and especially in India to take a long hard look at themselves and sort out a few things. If they don't, the situation will soon get out of hand. The world is becoming more and more impatient about the way Muslims carry themselves about, and there will soon come a day the majority of non Muslims would start holding the entire community responsible for the actions of a few.

It is foolish to expect the Islamic clergy to stand up and make a change in the current scenario. The Islamic society in India is in dire need of a dynamic leadership with a balanced view of the world, a leadership which would be proactive in its actions; a leadership which could lead the community during this time of darkness out into the sunshine.

Such a leadership can be provided only by the educated Muslims who have so far been unwittingly silent. They need to start talking for themselves soon enough, lest it will be too late. Only a spirited fight back with a sound plan of action can bring back peace to Islam and the world.


Saturday, January 24, 2009

Saarang Story No.1 : The Battlefield, Warriors, and the (missing) Weapon

The excitement was contagious. Even as we stuffed our clothes into the backpacks, we could feel our hearts beat faster in anticipation of all the goodies that lay awaiting us at the battlefield of Saarang’09 (Note that I use BOLD letters here; it is because I had some of the BEST days of my life at this FANTASTIC arena.).

Thanks to the f***ing senselessness of the aged clan leader of ours (HOD) who wouldn’t grant us permission to wage our wars at Chennai, the army- which had previously consisted of ten ruthless warriors from the Royal Mech clan of the CET tribe- was seriously depleted due to the abrupt withdrawal of five of our mighty warriors. The rest of us, however, were not ready to give up so easily and were prepared to even sacrifice our lives for the noble cause that we strongly believed in. Our mission: to have as much fun as a mortal man could in a span of 7 days, meet up with as many chicks as possible, and bring back home some precious trophies of happy memories and novel experiences.

While warrior Raman had his weapon (an HMT textbook that he wished to discuss with his equally enthusiastic friends at IITM!!) ready for his personal battle; rest of us were still in search of ours: thanks to Sanky’s last minute cancellation of plans to accompany us, we were left without a camera to get the pictures of all the beautiful damsels we hoped to find in our personal battlefield at Saarang. Our despair turned into astonishment and then anger even as we made calls after calls to get hold of our precious weapon. Mysteriously, all the cameras we knew were either terminally ill or busy fighting other battles, and we were left with no option but fight unarmed and be satisfied with our ‘photographic’ memories which had almost always deserted us during exams without fail so far.

Here’s the prologue in a nutshell:

Battle field
: Saarang’09 held on the campus grounds of IITM. Competition events were strictly out of bounds, though: none of the warriors were expected to indulge in any of the ‘foolish’ battles being fought at the competition venues since they were ‘much below’ the standards the warriors had set for themselves. Their only objective would be to go in search of, and wage battles with, the innumerable good looking females who gathered for Saarang.

Warriors: Five mighty Royal Mechs of CET who were assigned the following duties as per their areas of specializations:
1. Ziyad M M: Stealthy, silent and highly skilled at psychology and reading of female minds, this warrior was assigned the duty of spotting, analyzing, and reporting possible subjects of interest.
Code name: Silent Watcher.

2. Richard Babu: Shameless and a man with high end connections at Saarang, Richard was our natural choice for the most important post of the weapon wielder.
Code name: Weapon Wielder
3. Anthony Job Kannampally: The brother of Ninoy Job Kannampally, (the Finance Co-coordinator of our battlefield!), Anthony was our backup ticket out of tight situations.
Code name: Ass Saver.
4. Ramachandran A: Though this warrior was supposed to stay away from the group most of the time due to other preoccupations, he was expected to be the biggest source of entertainment for the group.
Code name: The Joker.
5. The Pilgrim: This particular warrior was entrusted with the duty of warning the weapon wielder of possible attacks by hostile elements. Also keep record of the events of the battle.
Code name: Archives Master.

Weapon: A camera, which still eluded the mighty warriors.
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TO BE CONTINUED

Saturday, January 17, 2009

2008: year of the rotten rat

In dedication to
the innocents who lost their lives at the hands of the f***ing terrorists who took us by surprise at Mumbai;
the hundreds of innocent children who lost their beautiful little lives at the hands of the Israeli BASTARDS.
May the peace which eluded you in life be with you in death at least.

"Oh Men of free spirits, where the HECK is your Goddamn God?"


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DISCLAIMER
Be warned that most of what is being said here are just exaggerated versions of what might actually have happened. No complaints, grievance or threats by anyone will be entertained. Any such comments will IMMEDIATELY be removed from the blog. In short: I do not give a damn about what anyone thinks, and be advised that you are entering at your own peril onto a minefield! In case you are foolish enough to be offended by the crap I type up, better buzz off before its too late to turn back!

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Synopsis

The Chinese claim that 2008 was the "Year of the rat". It was indeed the year of the rotten rat for the pilgrim as well; his year began with:
  1. a Goddamn university exam staring down his 'handsome' face,
  2. him getting dumped rather unceremoniously by a rather good looking female,
  3. him getting caught at home for bunking his exams, and
  4. him behaving as if he were out of his bloody mind;
and it ended with:
  1. another Goddamn university exam kicking his butt,
  2. him- after passing through the four stages of Denial ("This can't be happening, not to me!"), anger ("NO! NO! How can this happen?!"), Bargaining ("I'll do anything, can't you stretch it out? A few more years."), and Depression ("I'm so sad, why bother with anything?")- reaching the fifth and final stage of Acceptance ("I can't fight it, I may as well learn from it.") about getting dumped,
  3. him convincing his folks that they can trust him (with a host of lies, I must add!), and
  4. him trying to behave as if he was in perfect harmony with everything around him (what a fake!)
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The 'love' story that never was
I'll make it short and quick, here's the final piece of conversation between the pilgrim and his crush(?!).
pilgrim (after sending his ego on a tour to the outer space) : Did you ever have any feelings for me?
girl (very pleasantly, as if she was at her own marriage ceremony, laughing) : I'm sorry, no. It was just that I thought I was in love with you, but I wasn't actually in love with you.
pilgrim (to himself, inside his head) : Lord save the poor soul whom she would "actually" fall in love with, some day!

tailpiece: In case you failed to notice, some of the words have been stressed using italics and bold fonts. Try reading and comprehending the exact meaning of what I'm trying to say here! Btw, how does one realize whether he is in 'actual' love or not?! :)

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Examination woes
There once used to be a time when the pilgrim would turn stone- stiff even at the utterance of the word 'exams'. The good news is that he has grown over that, thanks to the Goddamn engineering course which practically drills him with exams: on an average, he was supposed (specially note the word 'supposed' in italics!) to face 18 University Question Papers (most of which he 'successfully' dodged!), 24 Series Question Papers (most of which managed to hit him by his nuts!), and an innumerable Supplementary and Improvement Question Papers. And to top it all, there were 'Surprise Tutorials' conducted by certain semi- retarded teachers who did not give a damn about what their students have to go through.

tailpiece: Now for the bad news: he has become addicted to exams, and is reported to have been seen at all kind of exams: from KG to the Civil Services. It has also been reported that government offices have installed a 'pilgrim- tracking- and- eliminating' device at all their sites of exams!

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The 'internal' bleeding

Right from his first year at college, the pilgrim has had a way with attendance and internals: one under in S1S2 (while all others were singing hymns of praise about their 'kind' teachers who had awarded them with so much internal marks!), which later on improved to a mighty 6 unders in S3 (out of a mere 8 papers!), then went on to 7 out of 8 in S4(with a RECORD- BREAKING 7 marks for HM labs!) and finally dipped slightly to 3 out 8 in S5(with 70 % internal marks!). And the crazy truth is that the last 3 internals all were scored in the 'year of the rotten rat'!

tailpiece: The pilgrim is desperately in search for a cure for his internal bleeding. For the first and last time, advices are welcome. But DO NOT overdo!

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TO BE CONCLUDED IN THE NEXT POST