Wednesday, June 7, 2017

A NORTH - SOUTH DIVIDE? SORRY, I BEG TO DIFFER !!



                           

Being a Malayali, born and raised in Bombay, I grew up amidst a delightful concoction of religious beliefs and surprisingly unorthodox points of view. Today, these very beliefs and perspectives are being severely tested, as scepticism and doubt on the one hand come face to face with violence and bigotry in the name of religion. We live in dangerous times indeed.

Like many of my peers, I too have been thrown into a quandary over all my earlier philosophies. I constantly question myself, and the answers are not easy to come by. My state of mind notwithstanding, when I received this piece that has been doing the rounds on Whatsapp for months, for the fourth time today, I decided to add my two penny worth on the subject in question.

First of all let me transcribe the article I received.

“Ramachandra Aluri is Associate Editor of the mass-circulated Mathruboomi Daily & outstanding literary figure in Malayalam.
He is a devout Malayali Hindu.
Every Hindu should dutifully read & digest what he writes...”

"Certain ignorant fundamentalists now in power should understand this before targeting Malayalees for their defiance against myths of Akhand Bharat and the beliefs of north. We Hindus of Kerala don't worship cows as mothers. You will rather find bulls in Shiva temples here as stars. For us Sabarimala and Guruvayoor means a lot more than Haridwar or Ayodhya. Our major festivals are Onam and Vishu, not Diwali or Navaratri. We don't celebrate holi, bhai dooj, karwa chauth or rakhi. Christmas and Eid are pretty much part of our lives. Some ardent religious Keralites are vegetarians and a few others by choice. Most of us eat beef, chicken, mutton, duck and all sort of other meats. Fish is essentially a part of Kerala cuisine. Just because, some Northies worship beef, don't expect us to give up beef.




Buffalo meat is not banned anywhere in India. So it was a planned plot in Delhi and well executed by some Hindu Sena to hurt Keralite defiance. Malayalam is our mother tongue and so we are Malayalies. Neither Hindi nor Hindutva means anything to us. Islam and Christianity grew here peacefully and those who believe in those religions are a part of our multi-cultural society. In Kerala you will find churches, temples and mosques standing tall close to each other in peace and some of them are thousands of years old. Keep the sobbing stories of Mughals and other invasions of the North to yourselves. The oldest mosque in India built in 629 AD is right here in Kerala at Kodungallur.

We had trade relations with Jews, Arabs, Chinese and many South East Asian kingdoms for over two thousand years (i.e. during B.C.). We defeated the Dutch in Kolachal.

Travancore and Kochi were not part of British India. They were pretty much independent princely states. Travancore had its own elected people's assembly here in Trivandrum before Indian independence. RSS and other regressive forces should know that we won't bow before your Hindutva agenda, we joined the Indian Union, which is a Secular Federal Republic, and will never be a part of any Hindurashtra".

A Proud Malayali Hindu.






My Reply to Mr Ramachandra Aluri

Dear Mr Aluri,

Like you, I too am a proud Malayali Hindu, although I was born and raised in Bombay. Having carefully scrutinized all that you have written, I find myself quite unable to empathise with your views.

Let me explain.

At the outset, the very tone and tenor of your piece smacks of the typical, blustering, aggressive tendency that so defines our clan. Your attitude is insulting and supercilious. Taking a perverse pride in cutting yourself off from the rest of the country will not serve to make you independent of the ‘Northies’ as you call them.

Unless you think fish, coconuts and spices are sufficient to live on, please adopt a little more humility in your speech. You need the ‘Northies’ a little more than they need you. Instead of boasting “Keep the sobbing stories of Mughals and other invasions of the North to yourselves.”, say a silent prayer at Sabarimalai, or the temple of your choice, for never having known such intrusions. Perhaps they may have served to rid the Malayali psyche of its ill famed arrogance!

One glaring defect in your testimony is your apparent craven fear of Muslims when you speak of 'other' meats. You studiously avoid the mention of pork, which is such a popular and delicious meat eaten by both Hindus and Christians in Kerala. Are you appeasing your Muslim readers?? Worrying about hurting their sentiments, while your ride roughshod over the ‘Northies’?


 As for living together in peace, that was true years ago when the tolerant, mild-mannered Hindus were the majority, and ruled the roost. You live in a fool’s paradise if you think that still holds true. Like the proverbial ostrich, you have your head buried in ‘coconut husk’!

Muslims have aggressively multiplied and taken over the narrative. Kerala Hindus have, sad to say, cowed down in submission. They dare not open their mouths in opposition because Muslims won't think twice before hacking them to pieces, as they did during the communal riots years ago. (my mother, who was from Cannanore, witnessed it first hand).

They still do it, as news stories out of Kerala aver. That the Communists have had a huge hand in the mess that is Kerala is another matter altogether, and fodder for another cannon perhaps.

The truth is Kerala Muslims are joining ISIS and other Muslim Brotherhood organisations, and are being radicalized at an alarming rate. There is an entire Muslim village which has been segregated from the 'Kafirs' (yes, Hindus like you and me), and where Shariah now rules, unhindered and unobstructed. Yes, sir, its true!

Had I read your piece a few years ago I may have felt proud to be a Malayali. However, today your views, and indeed your  style of writing, only makes me sick! And to add insult to my grievous injury, is the sad fact that you represent an old and esteemed magazine like, ‘Mathrubhumi’, a magazine to which my late father made such erudite contributions. He surely must turn in his grave to read this misrepresentation by you.

 The tide has turned, Mr Ramachandra Aluri, and its time we Malayalis woke up and smelt the filter coffee we are so famous for!




Thursday, March 30, 2017





                                            The Tale of a Talisman!

Grandmother was very upset the day she lost her little locket. It was an exquisite talisman that had a purple garnet set within an intricate trellis, worked in gold. She wore it on a gold chain, around her neck. 

Most houses, in the 1930’s, in Cannanore, had a well. Grandfather had built a bathroom against one side of the well. A window in the bathroom opened out, over the well, making it convenient to draw water from it, to bathe in.

Grandmother was leaning out of the window when her chain came undone and the locket fell into the well. She lamented her loss for days, but the situation seemed impossible to amend.

A year later, Grandfather stood supervising the annual dredging and cleaning of the well. He noticed that the workers had stopped to gather around a shiny object that had surfaced. It was the locket! Grandmother’s joy knew no bounds and she immediately appeased the Gods, despite Grandfather’s atheistic, blatant, proclamations.

Years passed. Grandmother parted with her beloved locket when Mother was leaving home on her betrothal. Mother in turn wore it for several years before passing it on to me, on my wedding day.

I loved this little piece of jewellery and wore it around my neck on a delicate gold chain. But alas, the talisman possessed a wayward soul! It would often struggle free of my chain and fall to the ground. Each time my heart sank, and I would conduct a frantic search before finding and returning it to captivity, around my neck.

                                                                                                                                            The one time that I almost gave it up for lost was in January 1978. My son Siddhartha was seven months old, and I had my hands full looking after the baby and completing all the household chores. With no washing machine or other modern conveniences, life was indeed difficult.

The husband was away on field posting somewhere up in the mountains of Jammu and Kashmir. Letters took days on end to reach and telephone calls were unheard of. I was given a bunch of post-dated cheques to en-cash each month to meet my expenses.

It was the 5th of January and I needed money, so carrying a duffel bag of baby-basics and other bank books on one shoulder, I picked up little Sid and began my monthly pilgrimage to the State Bank of India, Parliament Street, New Delhi. I walked quickly to the bus stop. I took a bus to Shivaji Stadium, after which it was a long walk to the bank.

Every step seemed to increase the weight on my arm. The queue at the bank was long, and it took over an hour to accomplish this simple mission. The way back to the bus depot seemed longer, warmer. Just as I was shifting Sid from one arm to the other, I noticed the chain lying open around my neck. The locket was gone! I stood shock still for a moment, my mind racing. I would have to go back to look for it!

This time, I was almost running to reach the bank before it closed for the day. As I walked, my eyes swept the footpath, in search of the locket. Sid chuckled and laughed at the unusual sport he was enjoying. On arriving at the bank, I retraced my steps over the area I had traversed earlier. The locket was nowhere to be seen. The gates of the bank, were the typical shutters of the day, that ran sideways on rails. As I carefully stepped over the rails, balancing baby Sid, forlorn, disappointed - there it was!

The talisman lay between the narrow rails, the stone blinking up at me. I could barely believe my eyes. I picked it up and carefully returned it to its place, pressing the hook down tightly to prevent another getaway.

Finally, one day in 1984, while attending the Unit’s Battle Honor day in Jammu, I left my talisman at home along with other precious jewelry. A thief climbed in through an open window and alas, all my jewelry was stolen! The tiny Talisman, I had decided not to wear that day, was irrevocably lost! To this day a picture of the locket remains fresh in my mind. Perhaps, I just might find it some day?

You lose some and you win some!

C’est la vie, folks!