Friday, March 27, 2009

Mumbai Attacks-- some basic questions

The main faces behind any terror attacks or so called “Zihads” are never known; they are the persons who inspire others to act in cowardice manner to achieve their own interest. Some persons will be there who wants to gain personally from any incident and to achieve so they never think of such “foolish” concepts like wellbeing of their own people or their country. So are the cases with Pakistan and Afghanistan. Some ultra-religious maulvis or extremist leaders are there, who wants to achieve a higher position of power by creating unrest in India. My blame is never against them. They will be in all countries, be it in the form of Bin-Laden in Afghanistan or Raj Thackrey or Narendra Modi in India. Only a handful of people spread the concept of so called “Zihad”. So it would be not apt to say that all Pakistanis or Afghans believe in that concept. Like US went into Vietnam War but most of the Americans did not support this. In every case, every situation, every country, critical decisions are taken by few, and they are short-sighted (in most of the cases) about welfare etc.

My concern is different. We know, a lot of people are angry against Pakistan now, especially for the Mumbai attacks. But if I ask for some volunteers today, that “let’s go, have some guns and kill some Pakis”- how many would come forward? Probably none, because we all fear death. It is well established theory in psychology that fear is the greatest motivator, and fear for life is supreme among all fears. So what is so strong to motivate this bunch of youths to take a gun and attack Indians? What is so strong they believe in so that they even overcome the fear of death? Some devilish people are behind the curtain, agreed; but what about the front runners? They are common man like you and me- many of them are Indian citizen also (involved in past attacks). We don’t take a gun and go on killing Pakis, so what made them so angry, so retaliate that they don’t fear even death? Does not this problem rooted somewhere deep in our system? I wish I could have the answers.

Does not it say that there are some problems from our side? Why after 60 years of independence some Muslims rejoice on the Independence Day of Pakistan, cry when Pakistan loose? Does not it point a finger towards us? We, Bengalis, always think of “Amra” and “Ora”. I remember, Aparna Sen, the editor of Desh, written in 2006 Desh Editorial that “Kaalipuja and Bhaiphota” are the two festivals with which the festival seasons of Bengalis end. I protested and sent a letter saying that just after 4 days of Bhaiphota, Id is there (on 2006). So we consider Bengalis and Muslims to be separate. Muslims can’t be Bengalis, right? If you observe the common language of Bengalis, they always point out to Muslims saying “oder” or “ora”. We separated them from us for the last 60 years, and if they try to find out that separate “oder” identity by celebrating Pakistan’s Independence Day, it makes us angry. Why? Has not the time come for a self assessment for all of us? It is very easy to blame others, but it is difficult to own the responsibility. I own the responsibility saying that even my parents discriminate between a Bengali and a Muslim (like there is nothing as “Bengali Muslim”). I don’t like it.

It is high time we must find the cause that why some young Indians are going in wrong direction? Some people are brain-washing them, agreed; but can a brain wash be done without even some valid points? Nobody can brain wash us, right? So why are they being targeted? Why they feel separated from us? They are my brothers. And I can’t let my countrymen die. We must find a solution. Alas, if I had had one.

Thursday, March 19, 2009


After a long time today I felt that I can write something; or rather I have to write something. The daily chores and back-to-back busy schedule is taking a toll on me, and I am feeling depressed. Something you cannot share with anybody- some primal fears. Blog is the right place to take out your sweat, to spit your venom against this ruthless heartless world.

Am I sounding a bit taciturn and not in the gay self of me? Sorry, but that’s life.




Anyway, forget it. Today I am going to talk about something which is eternal, boring and till everybody wants to fall in to it. Yes, it is love.

What is love? I don’t know, simply!! I feel that it is a bond between me and my extension. I love those persons whom I think are extensions of myself- conforms to the beliefs, culture, mental set up, values that I believe in. can you love Osama? Probably not, because he does not fit in to your bill of a “good” person. We love those who strengthen our views toward life and its components. That’s what I believe in. I may be wrong, but then please correct me.

We have been told from the childhood that we must respect others. But how? Nobody tells us. I believe to respect someone I need to respect his choices. I may love to read poetry and he may hate every bit of it, I may hate terrorism and he may worship Lashkar, but I need to respect those choices to respect the person. We only respect those choices which conform to our shell of safe-beliefs; any other thing can be termed anything as “rebellious” or “weird” or “nerdy” or anything. That’s why when a south Indian eats sambar-rassam we say “Oh look, what a shit he is eating.” But when someone questions my food habit of “maachh-bhaat” (fish curry and rice) I call him a “moron”. Actually we are brought up like that. From childhood we are taught to be in a small boundary of social beliefs and norms, confronting that or crossing that was a strict “no-no” and parents would have told us to “discipline” ourselves.

These narrow-mindedness, not to respect others’ choices, not to accept someone as he/she is, are the reason of not respecting each other. How could you? And then started clashes- in name of Allah or God; in name of country, in name of culture and so on so forth.

Lets spread love, lets make this world beautiful. Lets accept someone as he/she is. Lets respect his/her choices and wishes. Let peace prevail. Ahem.