Friday, 25 August 2006

Caste System – Take a Break

India entered into the so-called Industrialization phase some 40 to 50 years back. That is when the huge industries started taking shape in our country. From then on – slowly but surely, technology has increased the comforts of our lives in this country. This tremendous leap in the condition is thanks to the competition that has come in the wake of advanced and viable options from other countries, as a result of opening up of the market. The last decade has proved that competition helps in steady growth of economy and also helps the society in general.

But then that is something we all know. Let me introduce you to the boundaries of this article. This article is meant to show how industrialization and improvement in technology has created caste disorder and what is it that we can do to stop it from deteriorating.

First, let me give you a brief background on the origins of the caste system/structure we have had in this country.

The word caste is not Indian but comes from the Portuguese word “casta” (breed or race). The rulers of earlier era, the philosophical thinkers and the planners, wanted an ideal society where there would be people who would know their responsibilities and would work to fulfill them. Where they would be respected for their respective work and would be crucial to the smooth running of administration and maintaining harmony. It was due to this that they created Caste system. Ones caste determined the range of jobs or professions from which one could choose. Caste system is all about - a stratified and hierarchical socio-economic organization of society that evolved as India's ancient civilizations (with its own social order, moral and ritual codes), absorbed the nomadic, Sanskrit speaking, Aryan populations who crossed the mountain passes from the steppes of Central Asia and settled in Northern India. The ancient Hindus, literally meaning people of the valley of the Indus River, soon took on functions and specializations that had little to do with tilling the soil. The four castes developed out of necessity, for with the evolution of society it was no longer possible for the tiller of the soil to assume the functions of priest, warrior, merchant, and artisan all rolled in one.

A new way of life brought with it a need for governance and order, defense and conquest, learning and trade, laborers and artisans. Roles began to be defined and people were classified according to their function, occupation and economic place in society. The Rigveda defines four such social castes. Brahmins' were to be the spiritual and temporal guides, teachers and exponents of law.  Kshatriyas were the warriors, princes and kings. Vaishyas took on the tasks of agriculture and business. And finally the Shudras included individuals who performed service communities – manual and agricultural laborers, artisans, masons, etc. No king was complete without his Brahmin eminence grilse and over the centuries the Brahmins attained immense power, upholding the law as well as dispensing it. Although there are four main sects, there is one more sect that finds mention in the Rigveda, the so called fifth group in the hierarchy, the "outcastes" or "untouchables", who lived on the fringes of society and were very much a part of mainstream society as the tasks of scavenging, cleaning up after funerals, killing or hunting animals for food, working in leather and other unclean materials. Mahatma Gandhi gave this sect a name in the 1940s – Harijan, which when literally translated means "the people of God".

Interestingly Rigveda compares the caste system with the functions of human body. Every member of each caste is a manifestation or derivative of the universe symbolized by the embodied human spirit and Purusha (body):

The Brahmin was his mouth,
Of both his arms was the (Kshatriya) made.
His thighs became the Vaishya,
From his feet the Sudhra was produced. (X.90.1-3)

Thus, the society was bifurcated with the intention of allowing everyone to work in his or her specialized field. Things went smoothly till the modern world took over. We came to be ruled by people who had no sense of caste system and who eventually destroyed this caste system. India finally abolished caste system in 1949. That is where I think the problem multiplied. We tend to look at the caste system with a wrong pre-conceived notion. It was meant for the betterment of the society and unlike what we think – the Shudras and the Harijans were respected for their work in those days. But then times have changed and so have the notions and perceptions.

This is where history lesson ends.

You must be wondering why should I take you through the history of how the caste system evolved? Well the intention is for you to understand the different castes and their work culture. I want to prove that industrialization and technological up-gradation has actually been the single largest reason in the deteriorating caste situation in this country and that it has led to alienation of the Shudras from mainstream. It is known that only Brahmins, Kshatriyas and Vaishyas who would get formal education and training in those days. Shudras were responsible for most of the physical work in the society. This did not require any formal education and hence they remained uneducated for a very long time. With time, these people did not want to be left aside while the opportunities evolved on the horizon. They wanted to study and work on par with the other sects. The rulers of the country did not allow this for some reason. And so Shudras suffered.

Now Industrialization brought machinery and these machineries were improved upon with technical advancement in the field of science & engineering. Use of machinery meant reduction of physical labor. With the improved machinery being used in every part of the country – the physical laborers (read as Shudras) started losing their jobs. They were good at physical labor – but most of the work was and is now being done by machinery. Even to operate and control the machinery you require educated and trained people. Shudras have never been able to get these trainings as these trainings and education come with a price tag. They being the lowest earners in the society have always been on the fringe and hence have never got those trainings or education. Now, in any society, you will find that there are almost 60-65% laborers or people who do physical work i.e. Shudras, 20-25% Business community i.e. Vaishyas, 5-10% Police, Armed Forces etc i.e. Kshatriyas and 5-10% Politicians or strategists i.e. Brahmins.  Thus, we are looking at almost 50-60% people who have suffered because of this improvement in technology and impetus on Industrialization! That is a huge number. That amounts to 500-600 million people in our country? The current day rulers got this idea of giving them reservations in education and in service. How well it has been implemented and at who’s cost – is a question that would be a topic of debate for times to come. But how do you otherwise bring this huge sect of people up – who have been rendered homeless and without job due to industrialization? Industrialization and growth have reduced job opportunities for this sect. This sect specializes in a particular art – but the same was and is now been done by some or the other machine/tool.  There is definitely a case for Shudras to feel that they have been victimized/ oppressed - & so they feel too. This has led to all this caste disorder in the country – where Shudras have now started questioning on why should they be discriminated against in terms of education and right to earn? It is important to note that this has never happened in the history of our country. History proves that never before has a Vaishya asked why should only Kshatriyas rule or be the king? Similarly, in the thousands of years of our ancient history there is no reference of Shudras ever raising this issue of discrimination. Why? They were always doing the hard part of physical work. They always knew that they are the lowest earners in the society structure. So why this discontent today? It is simply because they had never been neglected. They always had a job, which could help them earn. But now, thanks to Industrialization and technical up-gradation, they are losing their jobs and their right to earn, which has pushed them to the brink of revolt. And revolt they will someday.

Don’t under-estimate these millions of people. They have the power of numbers and it is a “number game” these days. The day they rise together – they will create uproar. The years of suppression and oppression will come to the fore some day and that will be the day of reckoning. Just a case in point is the political scenario taking shape in our country. Our leaders have got a sniff of this discontent and it is no wonder that people like Mayawati have got tremendous clout. Rise of Bahujan Samaj Party (BSP) is by no means a fluke. Kanshiram (the founder of BSP) was not a fool after all. He could see the fire within this sect of modern day Shudras and decided to do something. He floated a political party and made Mayawati (a Harijan) the head of the party. Her party has made inroads in almost all the states that they have fought elections in. Be it Uttar Pradesh, or Madhya Pradesh, Delhi, Haryana, Maharastra or even Orissa. They may not have made Government in most of these states – but latest figure show that they do spoil the party of some other political unit by grabbing 5-6% votes (or more) in most of these states. And the percentage of votes is growing in numbers everyday. You think it is just a passing phase? Well – think again. Look deeper.

I ask you – do you want to see your country in turmoil? Do you seriously think that by working so hard to bring technology to the fore you will achieve harmony and prosperity for all? You have done enough damage by bringing in industrialization – forcing people to go out of jobs. You have rendered so many millions homeless. So here is what I suggest – I say it is time you STOP WORKING so hard for heavens’ sake!

Yes, the whole intention of the article was for you to know that you all are working too hard (Did you think there was some other intention of writing this article?). Relax. Take a break. Have a Kit-Kat or whatever. The country needs your sacrifice you know. So give it. Take your time out. For all you know you may help the country avert the impending disaster of caste disorder.

Amen!

Mantosh Singh..
25th Aug 2006'

Tuesday, 25 July 2006

The Train I took…

Ah finally the work is over. I have to catch the bus to reach Churchgate now. I have to catch the 6:04 local to Borivali at any cost. I have to. It is already late. I should run to the bus stop. Oh god there is a big queue here for the bus. Bus No. 82… 82… – Hah – here it comes. I run and jump on the bus. Boy, had to cling on to the door handle lest I fall. But at least I am on my way! Oh damn the red light. C’mon it’s getting late to reach the station. I look at my watch. C’mon…C’mon.

Oh well finally I can see the station. Am getting late – I must jump before the stop and rush to the station. I jump and fall on the road. Damn. Now I will have to get the shirt washed tonight. Never mind. I am ok otherwise. I should run to the station now or I won’t catch my train. There… There I see the local all set and ready. I must run. Oh shit – I should have seen that lady coming from the other side. “Oh Sorry Madam – I did not intend to trip over you”. I mumble – “Sorry – I hope you are fine. I have to really rush. Have to take that train Maam. Please don’t mind. I am extremely sorry”. I remember I have to also take the ticket. I glance at the ticket counters. Oh shit. How many people need tickets today? It’s a huge queue. Never mind – I shall go without ticket today for once. I have to catch this train. I simply have to. Oh God no – the train is moving. I must forget about the ticket and run. Yes run. I hold my top shirt pocket (lest my mobile falls) and run. There are others running too. What do I do – what do I do? I have to… I have to catch the train. God please. I see a hand stretched out to pull me in. I have to hold that hand somehow. But it’s dangerous. What the hell – I need to get in somehow. I see a man slowing down on the platform in front of me. Bloody hell – he will hit me… he will hit me. I take the outstretched hand and put my right foot on the floor of the train. With all my strength I catch the bar on the entrance of the train with other hand and lift my other foot to hang on to the running train. I brushed against the arm of the man who was slowing down. I just missed hitting him. I looked back and shouted “Sorry!”

I was relieved. I had finally managed to take my train. Now I shall have no problems. Boy! It was a close shave though! With the wind hitting me hard from other side I felt my sweat drying up. This position is uncomfortable really. Will have to get in at the next station when some people get down. I don’t think I will get a seat – will I? I see some people getting down at Marine Lines station. I push myself inside to finally get jammed amongst others. Oh God – this is worse. It is sultry in here. Was I ok in my original position? Too late to change that now - I already see 5 other hands on the bar where mine was. I have to be in this position for some more time I guess. Fine – so be it.

It is my son’s Birthday today. I have to get down at Borivali station and buy a gift for him. He has always wanted a Video game. I shall buy him the one Mr. Sharma has bought for his son. It is costly though. But I did a smart thing by saving a few rupees in the last 4 months – just for this day. Oh it doesn’t matter that I have not bought regular medicines for myself. Could not have done both in my salary! My Medicines are so bloody costly. But then I am sure the happiness and the smile on my son’s face would compensate for the lack of medicines. I can start taking my medicines from next month onwards. I will not die if I don’t take medicines for a few days. Nah. My Blood Pressure seems to be doing well! Well, a bit on the higher side lately. But that’s ok. Should not bother my family with such small things – should I?

My thoughts go back to my son. What a lovely kid. He is so cute. He stood first in his class you know. He loves drawing. He will be a great artist in future. I will have to save a few bucks next month to buy him a big drawing board and a few drawing sheets along with those colors that he keeps using up! Yes I will do that next month (forget the medicines). I also have to buy him a bicycle. He keeps referring to the small bicycle his friend has. It indeed looks very good. But it is worth 4K. How will I arrange for his Bicycle? Mmmmm… we will see. I shall gift it to him on the new year – he will be very happy. Yes – I will have to do it for him. Don’t want him to feel let down by his father. I want to do everything I can for him. He won’t have to struggle like me. I will make sure of it. Yes Sir I will.

My son loves his Grandmother and adores my Dad too. They in turn love him more than I thought was possible from a human being. Oh yes – that reminds me, I have to show my mother to the doctor this week. What time was it? I think 7:00 PM on the coming Saturday. Yes – that is it. The doctor charges heavily I must say. But then what can be done? He is the best there is in our area. Can’t compromise on the treatment of my Parents. Ma has not been keeping well for some years now. This Doctor has been good. At least her pains have reduced. The earlier Doctor was useless – he just minted money – nothing else. Thanks to Shiva (my dear friend) for referring us to the current Doctor. He calls my Mother Mataji you know! He respects her a lot. He is like God to my Mother. Will have to leave early from work on Saturday to be at the Doctor’s clinic on time. But will I be able to get out early from work? Oh – will have to manage somehow. Will see if my wife can go with her this time otherwise. Don’t want to put extra pressure on my wife – poor lady has so much to do throughout the day as it is.

My heart goes out to her. She has been a darling ever since she has come into my life. I have not been able to fulfill most of her wishes due to my limited earnings – but she has always laughed off and trudged along. She has been a true companion. I don’t get much time to spend with her now after our kid was born and with my Parents having come in to stay with us. She is so happy to have Ma & Papa around. She keeps telling me “they are our real source of strength”. Our Wedding Anniversary is approaching. I have not done much for her off late. I will present her gold earrings this time. Will have to borrow money to do it. But will do it anyways. Have been planning for last couple of years and have not been able to buy any ornament for her. This time I want to do it. She will be very happy I know. She has been wearing the same old earrings for the last 6 years. I feel ashamed and feel helpless. No more of that helplessness anymore. Will borrow some money and will return it once I get my salary increment this time. Would do anything to bring a smile on her face really.

We have reached Khar Road Station. Will have to shift my position now just to stretch a bit. Will go… Is this my phone ringing? Oh gosh. Now who is this? How do I get my hand to the shirt pocket? Wait – let me try. Ah… yeah I got it. I almost drop my Cell. Oops… Here it is. “Hello? Hello? Oh Shiva - Hey man – where are you?” Shiva is asking me where am I? I tell him “I am at Khar Road Station”. He is shouting about something. I ask him “What? What? …” He is still shouting at the top of his voice – BOMB BOMB…

BOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM… 6:24PM


Where am I? Where am I? Oh God. What happened? Where am I? Why am I lying on the floor? Where am I? Oh please no… there is blood all around me. Oh God, Oh God… What is it on my stomach? Oh bloody hell – it’s someone’s hand. It’s someone’s hand. I must remove it. Why am I not able to lift my hand? Where is my right hand? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Where is my right hand? Where…. I fainted.

Oh… I am thirsty. I am thirsty. Please someone give me water. Give me some water please. Ah here you go. “Thank you Sir”. I must get up. Where am I? Oh so much blood around. What happened? What happened? Where is my phone? Where? I should get up and run. I can’t – I can’t – there is too much of pain. Someone please help me. Please help me. I have to go home. Today is my son’s birthday. I have to buy him a gift. He loves video games. I am getting late. It’s getting dark already. I have to… I have to get up… I fainted.

I am thirsty. There is water being pored on my face. I am moving. Oh finally I am moving. Good God – thank you. But no – I am not moving – I am being carried away. Two people. I can see two people carrying me in some kind of a bed sheet. There are too many people around. What happened? Where am I? Where is my son? Where is my family? Oh God – there… there has been an accident. Oh yes… it was terrible. Why don’t I remember anything? There has been an accident. There… no wait. There was a huge sound. Terribly loud. Was it… Was it a Bomb? Yes… now I remember. Shiva had called me… There is darkness all around. I fainted.

I am thirsty. I have pain, severe pain in my body. There is blood in my eyes I think. I must clear it. I can’t, I can’t. I look to my right. Oh God no… no… no… Please no… “Excuse me… Excuse me Sir. You have left my hand somewhere”. The person in my front never looks back. I call him again. “Excuse me Excuse me… my hand.. my hand… We have left it behind. Please bring it back. Please. I can’t go without my hand. Oh God please. Please help me. My hand… My hand…” I don’t have strength… I am feeling weak...

Oh it is paining. Where am I? Where am I? Where are other people? Is this some kind of hospital? Oh yes looks like. There is blood all over my body. I see a nurse on my right side. She is trying to do something on my arm. I turn to her. “I … Oh my hand. My hand… Sister I have left my hand near the train. You must get it. Please for God’s sake. Please Maam. Get me my hand”. I am crying loudly now. I hold her with my left hand. I must try to get up. I can see her eyes. She is crying… She is crying. “Oh please don’t cry. I will ask someone else. Or I will go myself. Please don’t cry”. I can see a lot of blood on the bed sheet on my right side. I must get up… I…

Am thirsty. Am extremely thirsty. Have severe headache. Where am I? Oh there was an accident… no-no a Bomb went off. I am wearing hospital clothes. There is no blood on the cloth. I look around. There are many like me on other beds. Doctors are running around. There have been many injured I guess. I must go home. I must at least inform my family – they must be getting worried. I… Oh I have lost my cell phone. How to contact my home? I must call the nurse. “Excuse me Sister. Excuse me. Can I make a phone call”? She says “Later Sir. Please bear with us. We have other patients to look at too. I shall get you my cell phone later for you to make a call – ok?” I see someone I know on the other side on bed. I must go and see him. I try to get up. Oh it is painful. I try to take support. Where is my hand? Where is my right hand? Oh god no… I have lost it. I have lost my right hand. No, No, No… how will I live without a hand. How will I live? I start crying. I can’t stop tears anymore. I have lost my hand. I keep crying. I feel very weak. I try to get up somehow. I take support from my only hand. I try to put my foot to the edge of my bed. Oh God nooooooooooooooo… I am falling down. I… I am falling down. There is darkness.

Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday dear Son – happy Birthday to you… “Dad! Dad! This is a beautiful Game Dad! I love this game. I knew you would get me one this time! I am so happy. I am so happy Dad! I love you”. My Son is a real beauty. It feels so wonderful to see him happy and smiling. Life seems so beautiful at these times. My Wife is smiling and laughing at the other end with one of her friends. There is a crowd of 50 odd people around. This is a wonderful evening. My son looks like a prince in his white dress his Grandparents gifted him. He is running around showing everyone the video game. I will never allow sadness anywhere near him. Never…

I am lying on the bed. Have been crying ever since I woke up. I have lost my right hand… my… my… both legs.  I have got crippled for life. I have a whole life to live – a family to support. I can feel a mask on my nose. Oh, looks like an Oxygen mask. My other parts of the body must also be malfunctioning. Oh God all this violence… What a waste? What a bloody waste?

There was a young Nurse and a Doctor standing near by. “Nurse did you hear the news? Looks like there were 6-7 blasts. Many hundred have died and many more have got injured. Those damn terrorists. What have these innocent people got to do with their objectives? What will they achieve by killing innocent men/women? What – for devils sake – what?” Doctor continues to show his anguish at no one in particular – “Those people claim it as a victory of Jihad. Is this victory? They should be brought here and made to look at these unfortunate people. Is this victory?” The Nurse had tears in her eyes. “ I know how it is Doctor. I… I… I lost my fiancée in one of the blasts. He was on that train from Churchgate and … and was in the same First Class compartment which got bombed. We were supposed to get…”

“Excuse me Excuse me…” I shouted. They both turned. I asked the Nurse on which train was her Fiancée coming? She told me the 6:04 Borivali local. “Where did the Bomb go off? In the First Class compartment?” I ask. She looked down and nodded her head. But I was… I was in second-class compartment. I regularly travel in 2nd class compartments. How was I injured? This must be a mistake. I must be dreaming. I cannot be in the First Class … Oh no. Oh God no. I was running on the platform… I caught the hand of a person and… and jumped in. Oh – it must have been the First class compartment.  Oh of all the days – of all the days, was it necessary for me to travel in the First Class compartment today? Why God – Why?  Didn’t I have enough troubles in life already? Did I deserve to… Oh God I am sweating. My… There is pain in my chest. My body is shaking. “Nurse… Nurse…” There is darkness.

“Ma… Ma… Ma… I have got 95% marks this year Ma. I have come 4th in my class. Isn’t that great Ma?” “Oh my son… that is absolutely great”. She is hugging me. Hugging me tight. She has tears in her eyes. “Why are you crying Ma? Have I done anything wrong? I could not top in my class. Are you sad because of that?” “No, No… No my son. You have always made us proud. We will always be proud of you irrespective of whether you top the class or not. For us whatever you do is the best for us. We love you without any inhibitions Son. I am sure your Dad will be extremely happy to hear the results.” I hug her tighter  “Oh Ma… Thank You. Thank You Ma… Ma… Ma…”

I open my eyes. I am in a more isolated room. There are lots of machines around me. There are some wires attached to my body. There is no one around. Things look hazy. How did I land up here? I make an attempt to call the Nurse. A Nurse comes to me and tells me I will be fine. I had a major Heart Attack and asks me if it was my first attack. I start crying. I nod my head and close my eyes. Can’t stop my tears. Where is my Family? Where are they? They must be extremely worried by now. What do I do?

I hear someone talking in hushed tones near me. I think they are two nurses talking. They were saying… what were they saying? Oh I am not able to hear clearly. I try to concentrate. “Everyone is talking about the Mumbai Spirit. Isn’t it great? To see all the schools and offices open the very next day of the blasts? Mumbai is such a great place to be in. Isn’t it”? Oh yeah? Why don’t you ask me? I am getting worked up even in this state. They continue talking… “Government has announced a relief package for all the people affected in the terrible bomb blasts. Even Indian Railways will give out compensation to deceased people”. I hear them say something to the tune of 6-7 lacs in total to be given to the deceased. I can’t concentrate anymore. Oh God… what day is it? How long have I been…? I call out. I scream. The two nurses rush to me. I ask them what date was it? They tell me it was 13th of July. Oh God I have been here for more than 48 hours and… and… I have to call my family. I ask the nurses for a phone. They tell me it is not possible to call from an ICU. They ask me for my residence phone number and assure me that they will inform my family immediately. No. No. “I want you to do it NOW”. I feel my pulse rising. “Please go. Please go and call them. Please…” And I think I fainted again.

“Listen, I went to the doctor today?” I look at my wife and ask her why? I am getting worried. “Is there some problem you have not been telling me lately?” “No No” – my wife looks down. “Then why did you go to the doctor? Tell me”. She looks at my worried face and starts laughing. I am perplexed. She just continued laughing. Oh she looks so beautiful when she laughs. I must remember to make her laugh more in life. I ask her again “Why did you go to the Doctor?” I hold her and ask again. I will never forget the expression on her face – she said – “You are going to become a father?” I just kept looking at her. Didn’t know what to say! This was the happiest thing to have happened to us in a long, long time. I looked in her eyes and asked her – “Oh boy – your friend Nisha is Pregnant?!!!” She did not know how to react! Then she realized that I was already running away from her! She ran after me. She was laughing and cursing! We kept running around the house from one room to other. When finally I stopped and allowed her to catch me. Oh – I am so happy. I hold her tight and ask her – “What can I gift you for giving me such a wonderful news?” I would have done anything she asked for then! She looked at me and said – “You know what – I just want to breathe my last in your arms whenever that is”. Oh I loved her all the more then. But I promised myself to get her a good ornament soon. She would look beautiful with a new ornament. I am so lucky to have her as my wife. I am…

It is partially dark in the room this time when I opened my eyes. Looks like it is night outside. I still have the oxygen mask on my face and all kinds of wires attached to my body and monitors around by bed. I am sure my Family would be coming to pick me up soon. Oh… Please come fast. Please… I want to hug you all. I want to be with you. Ma, Papa, I want to cry on your shoulders.

I keep looking at the ceiling of the room. How will I earn for a living? How will I feed my family? How will I take care of my Parents medical and other needs? My Kid is small. How will he be able to continue his studies with me not able to pay for his studies? How will I be able to fulfill his needs? Who will employ a crippled man? I don’t have other skills than the one required for my job. What work can I do with only one hand anyways? And… And what about my wife? What kind of life will she have with a crippled husband by her side? No… No… Oh God no. Why me? Why me God? What have I done to you to deserve this? Why me? I have never got involved in any violent activity in my life. I have never raised my voice against anyone. What have I done to these terrorists to bring me to this state? Why God – Why? Who is going to take care of us now? Will the government feed us for the remaining life? Will they take care of all our needs? What about my Parents God? What have they done to deserve this at this old age? Haven’t they suffered enough in this life? What had terrorists got against them? Why make us suffer? Will the terrorist take care of us – now that we have got burnt in their fury? If they can’t take responsibility of people like us – why make us the target of their violent plans? What have we Mumbaites got to do with Kashmir? Why are Kashmiri militants planting Bombs in Mumbai? Why God? Why indeed? What is the government doing to stop all this? Why can’t the government stop such attacks? What are they doing? Don’t we citizens mean anything to them? Who will remember a crippled man bombed in a train a few months down the line? Will the government give me concessions all my life? Will it give me job? Shouldn’t the government be punished for their laxness? What is the point of doling out a few lacs of rupees to the deceased? What about people like us who are injured – who are crippled? How do they plan to treat us for the rest of our lives?

I am getting agitated. But I feel no strength within me. I can feel my pulse rising. My Blood Pressure must be rising. But the questions just kept on coming. My mind was racing. What did the nurses say about the Mumbai Spirit? Well what about it? So the whole world has always talked about Mumbai Spirit. But what is this Spirit? Ask people like me. There is no spirit. There is only one type of spirit after such dastardly acts – those of the ones who are dead. Stop talking about Spirit, for God sake. Ask us. Ask me today. I am crippled and there is no spirit left in me to survive. I feel helpless. I feel let down by everyone – including… including God and my fate. Why God – why did you let me down?

I don’t want my family to suffer. I don’t want them to carry a crippled man all their life. I don’t want my son to see me in this helpless state. He has always thought of me as his protector. I can’t have him see me with no legs and no hands. I want the terrorists to be punished. I want the government to be punished. I curse the terrorists to hell. I also curse this government for not being able to save me from these unjustified attacks. They have always talked about winning the war against terror. For me – they have lost the war already. Ask me. I feel I… I… have lost the battle of life. I have no desire to live anymore. I cannot live like a loser. Oh God – I can feel my tears building up again. No… No… I shall not allow myself to suffer anymore than I have to.

Give me strength God. Give me Strength – for what I want to do – I cannot do without your support. Hang on with me this last time God. Please. I have no other option. I have to do this – for my family – for my kid and… and for myself. I am losing out on my consciousness. Oh God – don’t let me falter at this stage. Please… Please give me strength one more time…

I see faces of my son, my wife, Ma & Papa. Everyone is smiling. They are my strength. They are…Tears are rolling down my face. I manage to smile.

I can feel the darkness coming again. I must do it before I lose conciousness. I must… I look around and check for the Nurse. There is no one around. I take a deep breath. I lift my left hand and remove my Oxygen mask. I wait… I… I… I… am struggling for breath. Oh God – just hang on with me… just for a few more moments – help me through these last moments. I feel suffocated. Everything seems so hazy. There is an urge to shout for help. I cover my mouth tightly with my left hand. I can see a huge black object coming towards me from space. I see my wife crying with both her arms stretched out. I see my Father holding me. I see the image of my Mother in front of my face telling me to sleep in her lap. Oh thank you Ma… I… I… need to sleep one… one… last time in your lap. I See… I see… my Son – standing at the far end of the room – looking at me with red eyes. I… I… see tears in his eyes. Oh God – no… no… I am struggling. I want to move away from the black object. It is coming down… It is… It is…

I can see Nurses trying to pump my heart but there is no response from the body. They are trying everything to revive my heartbeats – but why am I not responding. Why? Why? Who is there at the door of the ICU? Oh. I see my Parents, my wife & my Son staring through the glass on the door.  They are all crying. Praying for me to get up. Oh dear God – make me live. Make me live. I… I…

Postscript

I had to do this as my last act of service to my family. I know my Family would get compensation from Government and Indian Railways if I die. They are anyways compensating only to the families of dead people. I have some Life Insurances done. That together with the compensation would help my family live for a few more years and I hope… I only hope by then they would find a way to earn some money through other means. Government has not bothered to care for me when I was alive and healthy. At least they will do something for my Family and perhaps offer some job to my wife when I am no more. I know I would have been a burden on them and on the society in my crippled state.

I did this, also to prove to the others unaffected by the bombings, that there are other spirits that need more attention in this whole tragedy. I did not deserve to be in the state that I am in – as much as anyone of you. But the fact is – you have survived this time. For you who have got lucky this time, it is a matter of keeping that ridiculous Mumbai Spirit running. I did not want to be a part of that phony paranormal spirit and hence I chose the real one.

Till you catch the train I took… its goodbye from me.

Mantosh Singh..
25th July 2006’

Wednesday, 28 June 2006

Fourth Estate – The Indian Perspective

Electronic & Visual Media have taken the Indian viewers by storm. There has been a spurt of Indian News Channels in the last half decade. As many as 25 Hindi/ English News Channels are on air as of today! Add to that the regional Private News channels (and I am not even counting the Doordarshan’s Regional News channels) and we are looking at 30-35 (if not more) news channels splashing news to us in their own unique style and setup.

Thanks to these channels I am always up-to-date with all the current events around me. Now I know “Who” Kissed “whom” at which party. I now know how some Rahul Mahajan took drugs. Even to the detail of how many glasses of champagne he had, which champagne he had and with which drink he had the fateful drug! The case was tried in media and judgment was delivered. It was an open and shut case as far as I was concerned. No more waiting for the verdict of highly paid Judges of High Court/ Supreme Court. I knew everything even before the police could decide on what case to put up for trial! Now that’s News! Going further, I now also know how the last rites of a political leader (Pramod Mahajan) were conducted – even to the detail of from where the woods (for the last rites) were brought! Some important International news (Indian “ishtyle”) that I was made to “know”: What does every foreign President/ Head of State eat when they are in India as a guest. I also came to know what they “liked” in the whole assemble of food prepared for them and how much did they eat while they were in the hotel. I now know the color of the rooms painted especially for the Head of States on visit to India. By the way, to the credit of these channels I am now also enlightened as to the type of food the recently caught cook of famous “Don” Dawood Ibrahim & Anees would cook regularly and which dish would the dons really like!! This news was served to me as an EXCLUSIVE Item! I mean nothing could be of more importance to me. After all National News channels were showing them as PRIME NEWS item and hence all the above and many more such important issues must be important to me!

I have now understood that for me it is not important to know how many people died in Iraq in everyday bombing campaign that terrorists carry out. I should not be bothered about the floods/ earthquake situation in Malaysia/ Indonesia. It definitely is not important for me to know about the problems in Dafur (Sudan), in Somalia or what is happening in most of the Africa/ South America, Europe, Russia, China or for that matter The US of A. Problems currently faced by the international community like that of Nuclear threats from North Korea and Iran are definitely not of concern to me. The least I should be bothered about is say, the Naxalite problem in India. What is more important to me? Well – I should be bothered about the medical status shown in hourly “Medical Bulletins” (whoever coined that term) of Pramod Mahajan. I should be shown this 24 hours a day and should be “rightfully” kept informed of every heartbeat that Mr. Mahajan took. After all, his demise would affect this nation much more than anything else happening around the world or even other calamities happening in our country. That the earthquake in Indonesia killed hundreds in the same period was hardly of significance to me. No Sir it was not! I should definitely bother about how Mica (the now famous Brother of Daler Mehendi and a Pop Singer of some note) kissed Rakhi Sawant (the “Item” Girl). After all how does it matter that there were hundreds killed in blasts (in Iraq) over a period of 2-3 days while Rakhi Sawant was accusing Mica of brutally kissing her. After all it is important for me to know what transpired between the lips of Mica and Rakhi. And lo-behold – it is much more important for me to know the type of goggles Amitabh Bachchan wears and indeed its actual cost. After all it affects nation’s psyche and my personal life. Yes Sir – it does. I indeed should not be worried about the flood situation getting worsened in Assam. Who cares if some people die in floods or indeed many people get displaced in that region? For us Amitabh’s Bunglow, his specs, his company, is of much more importance. So much so that it should be made the first and THE Breaking news of every hour! O! C’mon, people keep dying everywhere – you cannot keep reporting that – now can you? Huh! Amitabh’s specs were stated to be of 2.7 lacs – now that is absolutely important to know. That the Income Tax department dared to ask for his family’s IT Returns was criminal to say the least. I was rightfully informed about it as breaking news and I was justifiably ashamed of myself as an Indian, at the conduct of IT personnel and was outraged at the whole episode. I can tolerate people suffering elsewhere in the country – but for we Indians – to trouble Amitabh is like committing murder! It deserved special Analysis (end to end) and thanks to the News channels – I got the Full story. Now that is reporting at its best! Yes Sir – it is.

Look at the “Breaking News” or “Flash News” as some of these News Channels call them:
“Rakhi Sawant accuses Mica of forcibly Kissing her”
“Mica presented in court”
“Mica gets Bail. Rakhi devastated”
“Medical Bulletin of Pramod Mahajan to be held at 5:30 PM”
“Pramod Mahajan fighting for life – Medical Bulletin”
“Pramod Mahajan is taken to his home after declared dead”
“Rahul Mahajan remains calm and poised during the funeral”
“Star News Exclusive: Rahul Mahajan took Champagne with Drugs”
“Apollo to conduct Medical Bulletin at 5:00PM – Rahul Mahajan Case”
“Rahul Mahajan presented before Tis Hazari court”
“Rahul Mahajan has trouble sleeping in Tihar Jail – Inside sources”
“Cook of Anees Ibrahim in Aajtak Studio”
“Abu Salem cries at night in jail”
“Govinda denies links with Dawood – tape recording shows otherwise”
“Karishma talks to her husband for 10 minutes”
“Kareena decries media over MMS scandal”
“Randhir Kappor upset with the tiff between Karishma and Sanjay”
“A child beaten brutally by his caretaker. Parents file complaint”
“Amar Singh cries foul - Amitabh Bachchan vs Income Tax Department”
“BJP Leaders meet Rahul Mahajan”
“We don’t only bark, we can also bite: Sitaram Yechury”
“Bush to have Indian Food as Lunch”
“Blair gets Kababs packed to take with him to UK

In fact the likes of Star News/ Aaj Tak/ Sahara/ India TV/ Total/ Headlines Today, take the cake in such matters. They will leave no stone unturned to dramatize any matter. You just have to hear them breaking a news to realize: “Did Rakhi Sawant provoke Mica?”; “Did Mica actually kiss Rakhi?”; “Why did Mica instruct his Bodyguards to beat Rakhi’s Brother?”; To know all these and much more on the story – watch our special program “Miss ka Kiss”; (or something of the sort). Or check out the dramatization of Rahul Mahajan’s case: “Did Rahul actually take drugs”; “Did Rahul give money to Sahil to buy Drugs”; “Did Sahil take drugs along with Rahul”; Was Vivek Maitra a drug addict”; checkout our special bulletin at 12:30 PM – “Rahul Drugged”. I remember we used to hear a program on All India Radio some years back in which our very own Ameen Sayani would be heard advertising about a new movie in much the same way. Sample this; “Did Akshay kill Vijay”; “Was Manisha a part of the whole Conspiracy”; “Was Vijay actually dead?”; To know the answers – watch the most entertaining suspense movie of the year – “Kaatil ki Kahani” (The Story of Murderer). I mean – though these are all names from my wild imaginations – but I hope you get my point here.

It is my firm belief and I know most of you have already reached the conclusion by now that these channels don’t “just” deliver news. They deliver sensationalism coated with dramatics buttressed by the histrionics of the anchors of the program. What’s more (and as mentioned earlier) – they deliver judgments even before a civil or a criminal court passes it’s ruling. They solve mysteries fast enough to put even Scotland Yard to shame! And if they are taken to task for infringement on the judicial matters – they talk of freedom of speech and expression enshrined in our constitution and create a hue and cry about freedom to Press and Media.

There is no such thing as an objective journalist. The best we can be is fair (Rod Scott, editor of the Launceston Examiner)

And all my life I thought “News” means an unadulterated version of what actually happened. News was not supposed to be an “analysis” or a “prediction” of any kind. I firmly believe (even today) that all the analysis and Predictions make a reported item biased – biased in the direction a journalist or a newsreader wants it to be. An analysis should cater to all the aspects of a given story – isn’t it? If one can do that – well – go ahead – do the analysis. But then how many times have we seen an analysis being fair? Take the following example: When Pramod Mahajan was killed – his brother was the villain of the script. Period. The journalists went out of their way to crucify him before any court could do it. Pravin Mahajan was the big time villain in this script. “Cut to” Rahul Mahajan’s Drug scandal; these same journalists wanted us to take Pravin Mahajan’s statement seriously when he said – “Rahul Mahajan was innocent and part of a big conspiracy!” They kept on reporting his statement throughout that day as justification for proving Rahul innocent. Pravin Mahajan was not exactly a Villain here – was he?

Don’t forget that each of the headlines/ breaking news/ flash news/ main news I have chosen to mention here are the ones that have all been reported for days together until some other sensational news takes over. A case in point; Does anyone hear about Rahul Mahajan now? I kind of miss him after hearing every heartbeat of his (courtesy our news channels!) for weeks till not so long ago. But he got bail, was released from police custody, gave a good press statement. Over. He became a stale item to report. He was hence dumped in favor of a kiss between two of the most irrelevant people one can think off (Rakhi and Mica)!

Anyways – if we were to believe these channels – there is no life beyond Delhi, Uttar Pradesh, Punjab, Rajasthan, Bihar, Kashmir, Bengal, Maharastra and Madhya Pradesh. The whole of India for them is limited to Central, western and Northern India. For them nothing happens in States like Tamil Nadu (which comes into news only when Karunanidhi is arrested or J Jayalalitha is harassed or when there is election in that state), Kerela, Andhra Pradesh (which again comes in news only when a farmer commits suicide there), Orissa, Northeastern states (like Mizoram, Assam, Meghalaya, Tripura, Nagaland), Himachal, Goa, Uttranchal or for that matter Karnataka (which again is always in news ONLY when there is Kaveri river water distribution issue – I mean ever since the “news maker” Mr. Veerappan was killed). How many times have we heard any news from these regions otherwise? Or should we just believe that there is nothing happening in those parts of our country? Will someone explain how are people of other states worried about a couple killed in Delhi or a girl raped in Delhi or for that matter dowry being taken in UP or Bihar? Excuse me for saying this – but these are local issues. Aren’t they? So why bombard the news (in most cases throughout the day) and its (by now familiar) analysis undertaken by the anchors of the news channels to all the people around the country? And if they have to report Rapes and Murders happening in Delhi/Northern regions – why don’t they report such cases from all over the country – or at least from all major cities? No wonder people feel that all the criminals, rapists & Dowry seekers reside in either Delhi, UP or Bihar. I am sure people do know that Andhra Pradesh beats all these states in Dowry Practices. Why not report that? Or does it not qualify for these reporters as News? Is it not known that Politicians of South or Northeast are equally corrupt? Why don’t they cover that as news? What about the criminal links of MLAs and MPs in Norhteast or Bengal or for that matter even Southern States. Why don’t they report that? And excuse me – sad that it is – heinous crimes like Rape happens and are reported in Police stations of every major city regularly. Then why subject Northern regions alone to such scrutiny. Isn’t it unfair and grossly unjustified reporting?

Someone very rightly said – “Selective reporting has always been harmful for the society – but true as it is – it shall remain so”. Period.

For devils sake – these are “National” News channels dammit. They are supposed to cover news from around the country (I don’t even mean international news – since most of the news channels are incompetent to handle international issues). Is there something wrong if I want them to do that? And again - why always report news of Murder, Extortion, Rape, Terrorism, Naxalism, underworld shootings and their ilk. News has to go beyond all that. To report all the ghastly things invariably leave a horrific impression in the minds of people – especially the youth. It is no surprise to see the current generation of Indians who feel their country is full of shit. An aspect handled particularly well in the Film “Rang De Basanti”. Thanks to the portrayal and, in most of the cases, exaggeration of a news item – today an ordinary citizen is forced to feel that there is no justice for honest people in this country. That everything can be bought (including justice); that all politicians are criminals; that all government employees work only when their palms are “greased”; that police officers in general can be bought; that there are more tax evaders than tax payers; that Indians by nature are looters who would skin you bare if you were not street smart. I can’t blame people for thinking what they do about the country as a whole. They are regularly being served all the horror stories of criminalization of society/ polity and the bureaucracy by these channels. There just isn’t any good “news” shown in these channels (except for occasional Indian Victory of our Cricket team). It’s as if “good” news is no news for them.

So what is it that an ideal News channel should do? I would rather have these news channels follow some guidelines & social protocols that border around respectability of a human being and which do not compromise the integrity of the news being reported. Report facts that are known. Be the first one to relay the news to keep your TRP ahead of others. Analysis of the news should be done as a separate segment with a clear disclaimer that views expressed in the program are the views of the channel and that it may not entirely be correct representation of the actual event. I would also like these news channels to divide the timings of the channel such that there are specific timings for news of a particular region. There should also be a segment for news from around the world. This will make the News channels more representative. And yes, one segment should be devoted to detective journalism too – as this seems to be doing more good than bad for the society. If need be – have a segment for quenching sensationalist thirst of viewers who want them.

And finally I would like these channels to know – an actor falls in love with an actress or a son of a politician is a drug edict or a couple is murdered in a city is not NEWS (not main news at least). News should cover stories that the whole country (or at least the majority of the viewers) is interested in and that it should not be limited only to the areas of coverage that an individual channel has. Sensationalism is a different form of reporting – keep a separate section if need be – just to spare the viewers from all the false rhetoric and drama surrounding such sensationalism. It may help increase the TRP of the channel – but it definitely ain’t no “Breaking news” to be splashed for days altogether. Remember – what sells need not always be News for the masses.

These channels should not forget that they are not in the business to MAKE news. They are here to report events that HAVE occurred – fairly, honorably and truthfully. And that for them should be the starting mantra in the editorial room. Failing which they should shut their shops and spare us.

Think about it.

Mantosh Singh..
28th June 2006’

Thursday, 15 June 2006

Success or Failure

Success or Failure! Everybody’s life can be divided into these two phases. Life today has no “in betweens”. Either you are successful in life or if you are not successful then you must be a failure. Gone are the days when people would be happy to lead a stable, normal life in/as a middle class family. Today we measure everything. And in a measurement, the parameters are set – either Black or White. Grey areas are simply overlooked or rather are non-entities. And as I say, either we are successful or else we must be failures. For most of us the choice is pretty clear – success is what matters and we will do everything possible to achieve that elusive “Success”.

Now, why are we so crazy for success? Why is it that people who are successful are always looked up to? Why is Failure such a stigma? After all every GOOD has an EVIL to support. There can be no Success without a failure – isn’t it? Those who have not faced failures will never enjoy the so-called Success. And once you taste that elusive Success – you inevitably remember the period of failure with a lot of pride. Even then - when you are not successful (read it as Failure) you end up being a mental wreck. In those periods of failure you try too hard to achieve your goal and since none of them work, you end up feeling both mentally and psychologically down. You not only ruin yourself – you also leave a wrong/sad impact on your family and friends. Your lack of confidence in your own self in these times of failure makes people around you nervous. You – by being a nervous wreck lose opportunities that come your way – simply because you are too pre-occupied by your self-indulgent trauma. These opportunities would/may have been the route towards that alluding goal of success and since you inevitably miss those or fear to grab those opportunities – you end up prolonging the so-called unsuccessful rein. The quote of William Shakespeare is quite relevant here – “Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good that we oft may win, by fearing to attempt”. We tend to forget that it is we and only we who can bring ourselves back on track and hence we should be more on alert than succumb to the unreliable fate. And as Bernard Shaw says – “When I was young I observed that nine out of ten things I did were failures, so I did ten times more work”. That is precisely the way to deal with this period of failure.

In any case – why do we fear failure? Success is meant to bring happiness. Agreed. But why be sad when you are not? All Good things follow the Evil ones. That is what we are taught and that is precisely what happens in almost all the cases. Yes, all the cases – except the ones in which the person is not ready to identify the opportunity. So, when we know that Good times shall come, why do we get scared of the bad times? Bad times (read again as the period of Failure) will not last long – not unless you really sleep through it. Not unless you are not willing to take your chances that are on offer. Not unless you build a wall of resistance around you which will stop the current of opportunities to come near you. The future belongs to those who see possibilities before they become obvious. And you have to be at your best to trap these possibilities

Friends, Times of failure are the ones to be treated with utmost care. These are the times when you should double up and be at your best. And as my Dad keeps telling me during my bad times – Bad times are the times when you should be happier – since you have a hope. You have a hope of achieving success and a hope of better times to come. So why fear? Though it is a bit difficult to be happy at such times. But he does have a point. Hope is the companion of power and the mother of success, for those of us who hope strongest have within us the gift of miracles. Again, Success is not the key to happiness. It is happiness that is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful. In fact if you have ever happened to notice – it is the Good times or the successful period of one’s life that he/she is more scared. Scared of losing everything with that one wrong move that would destroy everything you have achieved. Ask any successful movie star or a rock star and you will know what I mean. They are scared of losing their popularity and success. And I contend that it is because they have not enjoyed their times of failure. They are scared of going back into the period of Failure. I find this simply amazing. I mean, look at it this way – We are scared for our present and our future in the period of Failure, and when we are successful, we still are scared to hell about doing something wrong which may bring back the same period of failure. Do we ever come out of this fear psychosis? Well I say in most of the cases – No.

Failures are as much a part of our lives as success. Behind every successful man there's a lot of unsuccessful years. You will, and dare I say you should, fail once in a while. The one who has not tasted failure cannot enjoy success. Unless you know how black color looks, how will you differentiate between Black and White? Unless you know what is darkness – how will you define Daylight? Unless you know Bad times or failure, how will you know the difference between Bad and Good times or, in this context – between a failure and a success?

I wish you could see the things in a different perspective for a change.

There is no point in getting scared or living in fear in any of these phases. As said earlier you never tend to come out of that Fear psychosis – neither in times of Failure nor in times of success. You have to decide for yourself whether you really want to live this life of subversion (?) – Subversion from your own in-built fear. Life is short dear friends. We make it look big by spending every moment of it in a kind of fear. Stop fearing. In fact I would say – Be a bit more careless about things around you. Why not? It will not hurt. It is fun to be careless at times. Life is not such a serious journey friends. We don’t have to make mountain of moles. Success or Failure – we are going to leave everything behind when we take that final bow from this life. So why live in fear?

All I say is – try to enjoy the period of Failure. Employ whatever method suits you. But just be your self. Remember – when getting whipped is inevitable – well as they say – Try and enjoy it. Sick saying (?) – Yes – but philosophically it’s the best way of looking at it. A period of Failure is just a passing phase. Keep in mind that neither success nor failure is ever final. So don’t bother too much? Failures are not to be scared of. Though they are not welcome, there is something in failure that has its own charm. Your true character comes through when you are in this phase. This is the phase in which you can try different things. Things that you would definitely not try in the Good times, in the fear of doing something wrong and losing the initiative. You can be adventurous and you can be enterprising or as my Dad says you (can) be happy – happy in the hope for the good times to come. Losing is not bad – provided we show some grace in losing. Remember we can win by losing provided we try to enjoy the period of such failures.

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is for you.

Think about it.

Mantosh Singh..
15th June 2006'

Thursday, 13 April 2006

First Among Equal

Nostradamus is one of the most famous authors of prophecies, as we all know. He is best known for his book Les Propheties, which consists of one unrhymed and 941 rhymed quatrains, grouped into nine sets of 100 and one of 42, called "Centuries". Experts have tried to interpret the prophecies of Nostradamus some times successfully and sometimes unsuccessfully. That no one has been able to predict the future events in advance using prophecies of Nostradamus is another story altogether. Most of the prophecies have been found to mean an event that has already occurred. Nostradamus’s prophecies do predict emergence and rule of Napolean & Hitler. The people who have painstakingly tried to interpret the writings of Nostradamus also claim that he predicted “The Event” that has changed the world today – yes, the tragic “9/11”.

One such prophecy that most of the experts treat as logical is about the emergence of a leader of immense power and influence (in or after 2000 AD) who wears a “turban” and has a “beard” and who will be “a great King of Terror” – the “Antichrist”, who will create havoc on earth and who will be the ultimate “Prince”. Well – who knows who that man is? What I will try and prove to you today is that irrespective of whether Nostradamus was right or wrong – there cannot be an iota of doubt that there is one man who indeed is slowly becoming “The” leader of the world akin to an Emperor/King of Terror/Prince (albeit without a defined kingdom) – and he is Usama Bin Laden.

There is no denying the fact that Usama (Osama) Bin Laden seems to enjoy a huge following across national and international borders. Not many – other than The Pope can claim to such devotion towards himself in the world that we live in. George Bush, Tony Blair and the gang may keep chanting about the terrorist that Usama is – but they too are aware of the fact that he is slowly gaining in popularity amongst his Arab and Moslem brethrens. What they would never acknowledge officially is the fact that he has followers around the world who would be ready to lay their lives for him and would do it willingly. Something neither Bush, nor Tony nor any of the so-called leaders of other countries can boost of. They may claim loyalty of their own countrymen – but the allegiance stops there. They can force people/leaders of some other countries to follow them – but there are no guaranties of steady support. Whereas Usama is the light under which all the disgruntled people of a particular religion stand – and mind you – they stand united. That difference alone, makes Usama much more powerful than any other leader in this world. And don’t have any misgivings on the number of followers that he has – you would be surprised.

Are we getting carried away here? Hardly so. I have been reading and researching a lot on Usama for quite some time and I, through this article, propose to prove that he indeed is larger than life figure and does qualify to be called the “first among equal”. I shall try and put my perspective to the world order, as I see it. If, what I believe is indeed true – we sure are staring down a big dark barrel, which dare I say, is quoted with red-hot blood. I am sure – by the time I have finished this article – you would be asking yourself if the time has come for the world to brace itself to another bloody war. Let me also state that this war will not be fought between the “Axis of Evil” and the “Free world”. It will be a war between the leaders/people of the “so-called” Free World and the devout followers of Islam, led in majority by a man called Usama Bin Laden.

So then, let us get some history lessons first.

Who is Usama Bin Laden?


Born in Saudi Arabia in 1957 to a wealthy Yemeni father and a Syrian mother, he had a comfortable childhood. His father made his fortune from the construction business and had close ties with the Saudi royal family. Young Bin Laden had religious leanings right from his childhood.  At school and university, he was a member of the Muslim Brotherhood.

In 1977, Egypt signed a peace treaty with Israel. Many claim that this was the time when Usama bin Laden began his jihad. When the Soviets invaded Afghanistan in 1979, he went to Pakistan, where he met Afghan rebel leaders resisting the occupation. He returned to Saudi Arabia to collect money and supplies for the Afghan resistance, the Mujahideen. He made further trips to Pakistan and Afghanistan, delivering aid and arms, and eventually joining the fight against the Soviets. As a wealthy Saudi and a military commander, Bin Laden was respected for his organizational skills, his bravery and, above all, for his ability to survive. He stood out and acquired a huge following. Egyptians, Lebanese, Turks and others - numbering thousands - joined their Afghan Muslim brothers in the struggle against a Soviet ideology that spurned religion. Eventually, he built camps for Arab Mujahideen fighters inside Afghanistan. He gave the umbrella group for his camps a name: Al-Qaeda, Arabic for "The Base".

The Western Axis powers (especially United States) aided and helped Usama and Afghan leaders to defeat the Soviets. An ecstatic Usama looked for a huge welcome for himself and his Jihadi unit (which was then called “Arab Afghans”) in Saudi Arabia – his homeland. But none came. Usama then offered the Saudi King his band of Mujahideen fighters during the first Gulf War – to protect Saudi Arabia from any misadventure on the part of United States and Coalition forces. This was also rejected by the rulers – instead US was allowed to place their troops in Saudi Land to help attack Iraq. This infuriated Usama and he vowed to avenge the humiliation that he thought was brought upon Saudi Arabia by their rulers. He was later ousted from Saudi Arabia for his anti-government activities. He finally settled down to build upon his strength from Afghanistan where he became increasingly messianic and radical. He took up the task of increasing the number of Jihadis/ Mujahideens who were (till recently) trained and bred in Afganistan.

Violent struggle - Why?

As Martha Crenshaw has observed, “Terrorism can be considered a reasonable way of pursuing extreme interests in the political arena.” We can begin to examine the logic only if we understand its root, its teleology, if you will. To determine that root and identify the aim of the jihad we must first delve into its history and theology.

Since its very beginning Islam established that one of the foremost roles of the Muslim state was to carry out jihad (striving) against the unbelievers. In fact, Muslim tradition recounts how Muhammad sent letters to the kings of all foreign nations demanding their submission to the new religion and law. This early prerogative divides the world into two competing and mutually exclusive spheres. The first is the dar al-Islam (land of Islam). The corollary to this world is the dar-al-harb (land of war). The land of war is that part of the world that is not yet living under the justice of Islamic rule. It is, therefore, the duty of every Muslim to expand the former at the expense of the latter.

An additional interpretation, and one that ultimately gave rise to Al Qaeda, is found in the writings and thought of Mohamed ibn Abd al-Wahhab. Wahhab was a religious reformer from central Arabia in the early part of the eighteenth century. He deplored what he saw as the moral laxness of the faithful and their devotion to religious innovations not in keeping with the lives of the original followers of the Prophet. He labeled the prevailing reverence for Muslim saints and the mysticism of the Sufi orders as irreligious. Wahhab believed that the Islamic community had descended back into a condition of jahiliyya, the barbarism and idolatry that had typified Arabia before the coming of Mohammed. Wahhab vehemently condemned much of Muslim tradition at that moment as pagan accretions and therefore idolatrous. He advocated death for those who had slipped into and persevered in this unacceptable malaise. Wahhab eventually garnered the support of a local ruler, Mohamed ibn Sa’ud. Under their auspices the new virulent form of Islam ransacked the Arabian Peninsula, killing many Muslim pilgrims and destroying a host of sacred sites. Their alliance justified this war against fellow Muslims by liberally applying the label of jahiliyya to the unconvinced. Ottoman intervention foiled the Wahhabist alliance for some time, but by 1925 the Sa’ud family, along with their version of religious purity, had conquered what is now the kingdom of Saudi Arabia

In general the nineteenth and twentieth centuries were not kind to the Islamic world. Their former majesty was crushed and most of them fell under the sway of some foreign power. Inchoate socialism and Arab nationalism tried to solve the problem, but both courses seemed always lackluster. The abject failure of the 1967 war against Israel highlighted the prostrate nature of the Arab world and spurred many to look for different solutions.

It was Sayyid Qutb (1906-1966), an Egyptian, who revived the thought of Wahhab and offered a compelling diagnosis of the Islamic world’s problem. Qutb touted originalism. In his mind the power of the original Islamic state had been compromised because it has deviated from the path of true righteousness. God, in his displeasure, will not restore the glory of the Islamic empire until correct belief once again reigns as it did in the first century of Islam. He argued for the formation of a vanguard that would clear away the obstacles through violence. After that, correct preaching would reinvigorate the lost faithful. Qutb, like Wahhab, pronounced all societies on the world to be jahili. By doing so he established the legitimacy of jihad against all powers on the earth, to include the secular rulers of places like his homeland, Egypt. In essence, Qutb sought an Islamic society based on the model of the original umma (community or nation). To that end Qutb justified numerous means of coercion, not the least of which were violence and sedition. Qutb's message was indeed readily received. The call to a Salafi style Islam spread quickly and found resonance throughout the Muslim world. His disciples included many of the founders of Al Qaeda, including Ayman al-Zawahiri, Ali Amin Ali al-Rashidi and Subhi Muhammad Abu Sittah. Their vitriolic attitudes furthered Qutb’s cause, which gained immortal status after his execution by the Nasser (President of Egypt) government in 1966.

Fundamental to this new thought was the notion of the original Muslim state guided by a righteous ruler and devoted to the strict application of Islamic law, Sharia. Salam Faraj, one of Qutb’s most eloquent devotees, argued that the formation of a truly Islamic state was a duty for all Muslims. He, furthermore, argued that since war would be necessary for this end, war too was an obligation. But perhaps the most influential of all of Qutb’s disciplines was Ayman al-Zawahiri. Zawahiri would eventually join with Usama bin Laden in Al Qaeda, and in Zawahiri the Salafi movement found its most concrete spokesman.

This desire for a rebuilt caliphate is what separates and defines the Salafi jihad from other Islamic movements. The West often chooses to label Al Qaeda as an organization of hate, as if that hate were an end in and of itself. This is profoundly not the case. The Salafis bemoan the position of Islam and seek to redress this grievance, and in doing so have found themselves drawn into conflict with Western powers. As Zawahiri saw it there was a confluence of factors preventing the emergence of a renewed caliphate. Among these was the acquiescence of Muslim rulers to the narcotic “secular” culture and the semi-covert attempts by Western powers to prevent what should be the ascendance of the Islamic world. By viewing the Salafi objective in its proper light we can understand that Al Qaeda’s hatred of the West is actually ancillary to its primary objective. From this we may postulate that were there no ‘West,’ but still no caliphate, Al Qaeda would yet exist.

In short, the restoration of the caliphate is the source and origin of the Salafist jihad. Though individuals may pursue martyrdom, the collective goal is a material aim granted legitimacy by religious prerogative. Any discussion, which relegates the goal of Al Qaeda solely to the political sphere, will also not succeed. Al Qaeda, in keeping with Islamic tradition, recognizes no distinction between politics and religion. A religious mandate therefore translates immediately into a political goal. Any and all attempts to split the two constitute an inappropriate grafting of Western systems onto Islamic patterns of thought.

The Soviet invasion of Afghanistan gave an international flavor to the Salafi jihad. For the first time jihadis from different countries met and discussed their predicaments. This cross-polarization of ideas along with the apparent failure of targeting the ‘near enemy’ led the Salafi movement to readdress its strategy. In Afghanistan the Salafi movement coalesced around the figure of Usama bin Laden. Bin Laden had created the Mekhtab al-Khidemat (Service Bureau), an organization that aided foreign volunteers in the Afghan jihad. Possessed of substantial financial resources, bin Laden came to direct much of the wider movement and was instrumental in the formation of Al Qaeda. He, like Zawahiri, viewed the fight in Afghanistan as a transitory state, a stepping-stone for the larger jihad. Yet even at this point the jihad itself was directed primarily against the facile Muslim world or her periphery.

The withdrawal of Russian forces from Afghanistan robbed Al Qaeda, in a certain sense, of its raison d’etre. The infidel had departed and the Salafis were left again to agonize over the hurdles involved with tackling the ‘near enemy.’ Still the organization retained Afghanistan as a base and center of operations. The U.S. involvement in the 1991 Gulf War changed things. Men like Usama and Zawahiri came to see in U.S. policy a secret attempt to conquer Muslim lands. They furthermore came to attribute their failures against the ‘near enemy’ as a product of the support rendered to those governments by Western interlopers, particularly the U.S. To topple any apostate regimes became an exercise in futility so long as the U.S. was present to prop up flagging governments. By this strategic logic, the Salafi jihad abandoned the ‘near enemy’ in favor of targeting the ‘far enemy,’ i.e. the U.S. and its supporters.

Al Qaeda was quick to put their strategy to the test. The ignominious withdrawal of U.S. troops from Somalia in 1993 and the timid response to attacks like the first World Trade Center bombing seemed to validate the strategy. The 1998 bombings of U.S. embassies in Nairobi and in Dar es Salaam and the subsequent lack of response further vindicated the move to switch to the ‘far enemy.’ These efforts also earned bin Laden an international acclaim that cemented his control of the worldwide Salafi jihad. Believing firmly in the success of his new strategy bin Laden then planned his masterstroke. It would fall on New York City on September 11th, 2001. The invasion of Afghanistan left the organization wounded, but certainly not dead. The subsequent incursion of the U.S. into Iraq provided Al Qaeda with room for maneuver and, above all, opportunity. Soon after the defeat of the decrepit Iraqi military, the U.S. forces in Iraq found they faced a more sinister, nebulous opponent. Though certainly no fan of a secularist like Saddam Hussein, the Al Qaeda faithful flocked to Iraq to repel the infidel invader.

The “Warriors” of the movement


A study conducted by Dr. Marc Sageman on a sample of Salafi jihadis indicated that most members of the movement are middle or upper class young men with fairly impressive educations. Sageman, in fact, observed that over 60 percent had at least some amount of college education. This, of course, debunks the idea that terrorists are country rubes tricked into a life of murder by silver-tongued ideologues. Of importance is the knowledge that these men are not recidivist criminals nor are they brainwashed lunatics.

So how many Jihadi/Islamist groups there really are in this world? In my small research I have come across 100-plus known Jihadi and Islamist organizations around the world that perpetrate and/or are involved in terrorist type activities around the world. Phew - that is a huge number. Let me list out the names of a few here. Note that only the popular and known organizations are listed.

The Known Jihaid Groups:

Abu Hafs al-Masri Brigades, Abu Sayyaf, Abu Theeb, Aden-Abyan Islamic Army, Al-Gama'a al-Islamiyya, Al-Qaeda in Iraq, Al-Qanoon, Ansar al-Islam, Armed Islamic Group, East Turkestan Islamic Movement, Egyptian Islamic Jihad aka al jihad, Great Eastern Islamic Raiders' Front, Harakat ul-Mujahidin, Harkat-ul-Mujahideen, Hizbul Mujahideen, Hofstad NetworkI, Islamic Army in Iraq, Islamic Movement of Central Asia, Islamic Movement of Kurdistan, Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan, Islamic Resistance Movement (Iraq), Jagrata Muslim Janata Bangladesh, Jaish Ansar al-Sunna, Jaish-e-Mohammed, Jemaah IslamiyahK, (Turkish) Kurdish-Hizbullah, Kurd HamasL, Lashkar-e-Toiba, Laskar Jihad, Libyan Islamic Fighting Group, Maktab al-Khadamat, Markaz Dawa-Wal-Irshad, Mohammad's Army, Moro Islamic Liberation Front, Moroccan Islamic Combatant Group, Muslim Brotherhood, Muttahida Majlis-e-Amal, Palestinian Islamic Jihad Movement, People Against Gangsterism and Drugs, Salafist Group for Preaching and Combat, Sipah-e-Sahaba Pakistan, Students Islamic Movement of India, Takfir wal-Hijra, Takfiri, The Al-Quds brigades

The Known Islamist Groups:

Abu Sayyaf, Aden-Abyan Islamic Army, Al Adl Wa Al Ihssane, Al Barakaat, Al Ghurabaa, Al Wefaq, Al-Muhajiroun, Ayman al-Zawahiri, Bahrain Centre for Human Rights, Bahrain Freedom Movement, Benevolence International Foundation, Hamas, Hezbolla, Hofstad Network, Hojjatieh, Islamic Front for the Liberation of Bahrain, Islamic Jihad, Islamic Thinkers Society, Jemaah Islamiyah, Lashkar-e-Toiba, Markaz Dawa-Wal-Irshad, Metin Kaplan, Mohammad's Army, Moro Islamic Liberation Front, Muntada al-Ansar, Nation of Islam, Students Islamic Movement of India, Takfiri Terrorists, Tanzeem-e-Islami, The Saviour Sect, Wäisi movement

Devil only knows how many more “unlisted/unofficial” groups are out there waiting to kill people.

Anyways, most of the groups listed above have known allegiance to Al-Qaeda – the parent group – led by our very own Usama. Most of the terrorist attacks we know of in Europe, Middle East, South East Asia, Russia, United States of America and a few in North-Africa and South America have been masterminded and executed by the recruits of one or more than one of the above listed organizations.

It is a matter of record that more than half a million Jihadis took training in the Al-Qaeda bases of Afghanistan. Lessons of Hatred against United States and Saudi regime and “Non-believers” in general, were preached and ingrained amongst the trainees. These highly trained militants/ jihadis have now dispersed around the world and have been spreading the message amongst the followers of Islam. They have been very successful and have increased their numbers manifolds. So much so that the Intelligence and Police forces of most of the European Countries, North America, The South East Asian Countries (like India, Pakistan, Malaysia, Indonesia etc), Russia, North African Countries are spending increasing number of hours in tracking and trapping the Terrorists, in addition to the prize catch - Usama. That is more than 2/3rd of the world worrying about a phenomenon that is lead by Usama.

Conclusion

It is thanks to the groundwork done by Usama in the initial days in Afghanistan (from 1991) that today he is the undisputed Emir of all the Jihadi/ Mujahideen/ Terrorist organizations. How we refer to them is of no consequence. What matters is that – here is a man who commands undiluted, unwavering loyalty from hordes of men/women and children, so much so that they are ready to lay their life for the cause taken up by him. The attack on the World Trade Center, Bombings in London, In Madrid, In Istanbul, Yemen, Tunisia Djerba, Morocco, Egypt, Nairobi, Bali (Indonesia), Chechnya, Uzbekistan and many and many more in Pakistan, India, Bangladesh, Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, Iraq are just a few examples of the terror that Salafai Jihadis, led by Usama have spread around the globe. Destiny has placed Usama in a position to carry out the task of taking forward the Salafi movement. It so happens that he is increasingly being seen as the champion of the cause and hence has attained all the necessary importance being bestowed on him. He has managed to bring a whole gamut of Jihadi & Islamic outfits under one umbrella and has formed a lethal force of trans-oceanic aficionado who are ready to execute his orders without a second thought. And mind you – these people are dangerous – ruthless to say the least. They are ready for war and have been preparing for it for a long-long time now.

What makes it more dangerous this time is, that the “other” side is not bound by a common race, they don’t belong to a particular nation and neither are they some diverse group of people supporting a fanatic. These people are bound by one religion – Islam. History has proved time and again that religious conflicts have been cruel and nasty. During the Roman Era and afterwards – fight for religious supremacy have led to major bloodshed and killings. It is easier to break a loosely bound ideological group – but to break a group bound by religious beliefs is another story altogether. These Islamic Jihadis have been carrying out their attacks at will for quite sometime now – even though there are many more being apprehended around the world even as you read this article. Hard to believe those Maulvis who keep telling every one how Islam preaches peace in world and harmony amongst all religions. Frankly speaking I don’t remember the last time I heard a terrorist caught or killed who is not an Arab or a Muslim. Speaks volumes about the confusion there is amongst the very followers of Islam.

In any case – we all know that Usama enjoys a popular support amongst his Islamic Jihadis. His allusiveness coupled with his growing popularity amongst his brethrens is a matter of grave concern amongst the most powerful nations of the world. He is indeed fearsome. He is undisputedly the most wanted man in this world. He threatens the world when he wants to (via print and electronic media). In fact he decides the time he wants the world to listen to him – and we do listen when he speaks – don’t we? He challenges all the nations to nab him and irrespective of the efforts of international intelligence hounds chasing him – he communicates with his associates at his will. Only he knows what his future plans are for the world that he holds at ransom.

Not George Bush, not even Tony Blair and don’t even bother to consider Putin and Hu Jintao. There is only one man who truly is in a position to influence the course of the immediate future of this world. This man continues to enjoy the support of millions of multi-national battle-hardened group of warriors and also commands God-like loyalty from them. This man views war more as an obligation than a necessity. This man may well be deciding our fate at this very moment sitting in his safe abode. This Emperor-like, audacious, self-confessed Salafist Jihadi, Ladies and Gentlemen, is – Usama Bin Laden.

Today, he indeed is - First among Equal.

Love him or hate him – you better wake up to the reality – as you would be stupid to ignore him. And dare I say - we may choose to ignore him only at our own peril.

Think about it…

Mantosh Singh..
13th April 2006’

Note: The purpose of this article is not to influence people to form an opinion for or against Islam or Usama. I write this to present to you the world as I see it today.