Monday, April 10, 2017

Some thoughts while cycling

I had taken some wonderful pictures but unfortunately lost it as I deleted it unknowingly. It was a costly mistake as I lost hours and hours of effort. Before I post this blog, I have to point out that I had taken some telling pictures of elephants being used for begging inside Thiruchendur temple, also note that this temple (quite well known) is located on the beach much away from any greenery in what is arguably one of the driest terrain, further from elephant habitat, hence putting this hapless magnificent animal to utmost discomfort. The place of elephants is not in temples. It is an amazing level of animal abuse that no one seems to be bothered, indeed not even aware and that put serious questions on what kind of mindset religion perpetuates that it cannot make people see basic violations. Religion is clearly about self-aggrandisement while people queue to get boon where god is seen as distributor of favour that they stampede, and do whatever possible, to please and attain their desire. Meanwhile cleverer section exploit the situation, some as hereditary ordained priests with absolutely no moral bearings, while others as greedy businessmen ready to fleece money wagging Trump like tongue. There is no moment of contemplation or reflection, and this is served as aspects of myriad forms of religion that sane people are to respect and tolerate as part of humanity. Then there are holy book miracle driven bunch who instead of evolving have steadfastly been scrapping the bottom so much so they find it difficult to stay in any civilized setting constantly demanding and stretching what is to be humanly possible to tolerate hence in perpetual state of angst as victims…   
         
From Velankanni to Ramanathapuram to Thoothukudi along the beach it’s the same plight for people, scampering for precious water continues throughout, although places like Kilakarai there doesn’t seem to be much problem but further ahead the situation is dire. Incidentally, it is same place that find mention in Sainath’s iconic Everybody loves a Good Drought that was written more than two decades back. The situation hasn’t changed a bit. People have resigned to their fate, and finding innovative ways to carry water, a kind of trolley is used with some modification, and you see people of all ages, more of women, pushing these. And that is what occupies much of their lives and thoughts in here. There are small tankers with loud speakers hawking water, the kind I haven’t seen anywhere else. The situation is always been dire here, and a morally corrupt traditional ways riding on modern ideas of democracy through bureaucracy and elected representatives definitely has no chance. It just goes miserable for the people who have been domesticated on fatalism to somehow eke out, while these are celebrated as Indian democracy in party circuits with antennas attuned to west.    
  
At one point I saw a farmer judiciously cupping water in his hand from the container and dripping on to each sapling. I stopped to observe him. The sun had already started to sting and I felt extremely distressed for the old man, it was an overwhelming sight and so decided to get down. I know some basics of Tamil with that I set out. His name was Packiam (again, unfortunately the picture got deleted. All pictures herein are taken from the net), not sure but it could be a distorted version of bagyam (luck) which undoubtedly was ironical. He told me that if doesn’t atleast provide few drops of water to his crop (chillies in this case, and when was the last time anyone of us gave a proper price for chillies? We generally try to get it as freebees with other vegetables, atleast women in North Indian cities are quite vicious about it. There is no space for haggling in malls but then do the farmers get the price for their effort?) it will not survive the day. AND there has been no rain, he is expecting and fervently hoping for rain. These are stopgap arrangement that cannot go on for more than a week. Next few days I was quite concerned as there were no signs of rain and my thoughts fixed on his plight, fag end of the week cyclone, and not monsoon, threat loomed the region which brought scanty rain. I quite keenly followed the event to look at the region of rainfall in the weather map.      

In the caste cauldron of Tamil Nadu human life has no value as they are already classified, condemned and forgotten. While effete elite, themselves the nurturers and beneficiaries of these degradations, make all attempts to hide these, or else if it is unavoidable, work it out as diversity to cleverly not only discount their complicity in these horrendous realities but carefully showcase themselves as kindred souls. The level of degradation is amazingly dreadful, that tinges everyday dealings and varies in subtleties of indecent ways to horrible discriminations, lynching and murders. These are so normalised that even violence are cleverly contextualised into something personal. I was reading a news report from a nearby town of teenage school children brutally beating each other on caste related matters while a Tamil actor’s marginalized identity was being made into derogatory fun to provoke. It is sickening, and these are demographic dividends of India’s future. I scanned through the newspapers, even asking someone to read it for me in tamil. While one newspaper (in its Dravidian fervour) gave it much prominence even positing “Where is our society gone wrong for youth to behave like this?” It even suggested remedial measures to remove caste from society, most significantly suggesting that it be made important part of school teaching. Idealistic morons, is what caste entrenched effete elite is going to say with a smirk while nudge and wink it out. Likes of Ayerji will patronise “paakalaam” and sickular swing his arse. Precisely, the most common tamil word heard in corridors of power is ‘paakalaam’, (not quite coincidently this is something that sanctum scums also elucidate) as people queue up to find solutions to their miseries. Indeed, not at all surprisingly, Indian judiciary too is very much entrenched in ‘paakalaam’ as luminaries fattens (they charge on ‘appearance’, it’s amazing) and delay it as matter of fate. Not ironically this word is rarely used by common people.  
      
It need be pointed out that, as these horrendous happening were being debated, there was no mention of this in Kasturi&Son's world (it such a ‘unity in diversity’, ‘live and let live’ quaint world), there though was some serious bleating for french muslims!! While litters are now apprenticing in luxuries of European cities, cementing their embryonic link of pretentions and surely very soon will land to teach us about tolerance and subtleties of modernity. Leave them few kilometres away from even big cities like Chennai and, I can assure you, they will never find their way back. For an outsider these degradations and serious human rights violations are benignly morphed, cleverly presented, so that it cannot be deciphered at all, to make worst they are fed fictions of moralities that seem to miraculously bind the primitive society. That is why monarchy democracy representatives in London can be so easily be factored in with enlarged pupil and that sly wink that only colonial angst can patronise. Meanwhile back home castetva forces are now sharpening for hindutva forces.      

Great souls like Periyar (they don’t exaggerate as Mahatma, nor do they have manipulative coterie settled in power centres to viciously deal with any challenges) tried their best to remove these horrendous ways with their deep felt humanitarian concerns and channelized anger. The egalitarian intents of self-respect movement, probably the only movement in India that has close parallel to Civil rights movement of US and other egalitarian movements across the world, indeed leaders like Martin Luther King have more in common to Periyar than anyone else. I take strong exception for referring Gandhi as an inspiration for King (that too by Nobel Award website). Race discrimination is undoubtedly serious human right violation, that holy book (like any holy book has amazing level of nonsense in it, and has inspired many normal humans to behave like religious nutcase and viciously exploit in the name of god) believing whites expertise in. But casteism takes human degradation to next level, it creates distinction to discriminate and put everything on god’s will!! Gandhi is a product of this primitive ways, and cannot be accepted as any beacon for anyone anywhere. Nothing of value can come about from this horrendous structure, if ever then it is justifying and acceptance of ghastly. It will not be forgiven. Gandhi must be put in context, and scrutinised to his primitive bearings. Caste entrenched clever mahatmas are effete elite’s set up for self-justifying reasons and arrogance, to carry their nefarious acts with a glow. These are not part of what was once thriving narration of egalitarian traditions, indeed these are degraded counter narration that is now carefully posited to not only undermine and desecrate but usurp quaint traditions into its primitive fold, to create a grander narration to awestruck the world. From this putrid pit some even stake claim to be moral authority of the world. Gandhi is such an attempt; it has been fairly successful so far as castetva forces took a self-obsessed homerun bludgeoning any challenges with feudal might of the state. Not any longer, it will be fiercely resisted.