Saturday, November 29, 2008

Amitav Ghosh and I agree. He said it better.

Defeat isn’t determined by the success of the strike


November 29, 2008, Hindustan Times

Since the start of the terrorist invasion of Mumbai on November 26, the metaphor of the World Trade Center attacks has been repeatedly invoked. In India and elsewhere commentators have taken to saying, over and again, ‘This is India’s 9/11.’ There can be no doubt that there are certain clear analogies between the two attacks. In both cases the terrorists were clearly at great pains to single out urban landmarks, especially those that serve as points of reference in this increasingly interconnected world.

There are similarities too, in the unexpectedness of the attacks, the meticulousness of their planning, their shock value and the utter unpreparedness of the security services. But this is where the similarities end. Not only were the casualties far greater on September 11, 2001, but the shock of the attack was also greatly magnified by the fact that it had no real precedent in America’s historical experience.

Our experience of terror attacks, on the other hand, far predates 2001. Although this year has been one of the worst in recent history, the year 1984 was arguably worse still. That year a burgeoning insurgency in the Punjab culminated in the assassination of Prime Minister Indira Gandhi. This in turn led to riots, which took the lives of some two thousand Sikhs.

I was living in Delhi then and I recall vividly the sense of besetting crisis, of extreme fragility, of being pushed to the edge of an abyss. It was the only time I can recall when the very project of the Indian republic seemed to be seriously endangered.

Yet for all its horror, the portents of 1984 were by no means obvious. In the following years, there was a slow turnaround; the Punjab insurgency gradually quietened down; and although the victims of the massacres never received justice in full measure, a process of judicial retribution was indeed initiated.

This has been another terrible year. Even before the invasion of Mumbai several hundred people had been killed and injured in terror attacks. Yet, let us recall that the attacks on Jaipur, Ahmedabad, New Delhi and Guwahati did not succeed in setting off chains of retaliatory violence of the sort that would almost certainly have resulted ten or fifteen years ago. Nor did the violence create a sense of existential crisis for the nation, as in 1984. Thus, despite all its horrors, this year could well be counted as a victory not for terrorism but for India’s citizenry.

The question now is: will the November invasion of Mumbai change this?

Although there is no way of knowing, this at least is certain: if the precedent of 9/11 is taken seriously the outcome will be profoundly counterproductive. As a metaphor, the words ‘9/11’ are invested not just with the memory of what happened in Manhattan on September 11, 2001, but also with the penumbra of emotions that surround the events: the feeling that ‘the world will never be the same’, the notion that this was ‘the day the world woke up’ and so on. In this sense ‘9/11’ refers not just to the attacks but also to its aftermath, in particular to an utterly misconceived military and judicial response, one that has had disastrous consequences around the world.

When commentators repeat the metaphor of ‘9/11’ they are in effect pushing the Indian government to mount a comparable response. If they succeed in doing this the consequences are sure to be equally disastrous. The very power of the 9/11 metaphor blinds us to the possibility that there might be other, more productive analogies for the November invasion of Mumbai. One such is the Madrid train bombings of March 11, 2004, which led to a comparable number of casualties and created a similar sense of shock and grief. If 9/11 is a metaphor for one kind of reaction to terror, then 11-M (as it is known in Spanish) should serve as shorthand for a different kind of response: one that emphasises vigilance, patience, and careful police work in coordination with neighbouring countries.

This is exactly the kind of response that India needs now: a refusal to panic, heightened vigilance, and most particularly, judicious cooperation with those elements of the Pakistani State who have come around to a belated recognition of the dangers of terrorism.

The choice of targets in Mumbai clearly owes something to the September bombing of the Islamabad Marriott. Here already there is common ground between the two countries — for if this has been a bad year for India in regard to terrorism, then for Pakistan it has been still worse. It is clear now that Pakistan’s establishment is so deeply divided that it no longer makes sense to treat it as a single entity. Sometimes a crisis is also an opportunity. This, if any, is a moment when India can forge strategic alliances with those sections of Pakistani society who also perceive themselves to be under fire.

Much will depend, in the coming days, on Mumbai’s reaction to the invasion. The fact that the city was not stricken by turmoil in the immediate aftermath of the attack is undoubtedly a positive sign. The fact that the terrorists concentrated their assault on the most upscale parts of the city had the odd consequence of limiting the disruption in the everyday lives of most Mumbaikars.

Chhatrapati Shivaji station, for instance, was open within a few hours of the attack. Although there was much fear and uncertainty, the city was not panic-stricken. But with each succeeding day, tensions are rising and the natural anxieties of the inhabitants are being played upon. But this is not a moment for precipitate action.

If India can react with dispassionate but determined resolve then 2008 may yet be remembered as a moment when the tide turned in a long, long battle. For if there is any one lesson to be learnt from the wave of terror attacks that has convulsed the globe over the last decade it is this: defeat or victory is not determined by the success of the strike itself. It is determined by the response.

Amitav Ghosh is the author of Sea of Poppies.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Bombay, Responsible Journalism and the “War on Terror”

I did not budge from the television for almost the whole day yesterday. Now I can judge (at least for myself) which channel was providing the ‘best’ coverage. In situations like this, “best” is not necessarily an objective adjective. So, when I think about the ‘best’ news channel coverage of the terrorist attacks on Bombay, I am not necessarily considering who broke the news first. In situations like this, news itself becomes an ambiguous category of speculations, rumours and half-truths. Until Friday evening I really did think that the old experienced horse, NDTV 24x7 had done the best job. They indulged less in the competitive game of “breaking news” and did not report anything until they had some sort of public or anonymous official confirmation. This meant that while they were reporting everything twenty minutes after everybody else, the viewers could also be more confident that what they were seeing as news, was in fact that and not a reporter’s or anybody else’s speculation.

Note, of course, that I said ‘until Friday evening’ NDTV was being a responsible journalist. By Friday evening, only the encounter at Taj was yet ongoing. So, having declared every other encounter as over, the analysis of repercussions began. I have been worried since.

What troubles me is not a jingoistic anti-Pakistan rhetoric. In fact, both the Indian government and the English news channels I was watching were very careful about not equating the Pakistani government with “elements in Pakistan”. What troubles me though is that by creating an “Indian 9/11” analogy, we also think that the only solution to the “Indian 9/11” is an Indian “War on Terror”. I don’t think the use of such analogies is an accident or a coincidence.

Prannoy Roy, the head honcho of NDTV, asked “will the Indian people be ready to sacrifice their personal liberties to be safe?” Americans were asked the same question right after 9/11, and in terror and fear they shelved their doubts and answered a resounding “Yes!” Everybody knows what followed – the Patriot Act, the Department of Homeland Security, Guantanamo Bay, violation of personal liberties, a superficial patriotism of lapel pins, and a government that lied to its own people. Is this the “war on terror” we want? Indeed, the hovering uncertainty of one’s life while walking through the local bazaar, commuting by the local trains/buses or eating at a café, is terrifying, but one has to be equally aware of the repercussions of this other kind of fear. It does not necessarily manifest itself in the form of physical violence, but rather sneaks into how a society functions and thinks. We start adding qualifiers to our rights – freedom of speech unless it is to voice doubts, freedom to practice your religion unless you are of a particular faith, right to due process of law unless you are a suspect.

I have been hearing calls for political unity across political parties. This is heartening in a political landscape bitterly polarised due to ongoing elections. But one has to be careful about blurring the differences between politicians and political parties in terms of how they read the current situation and their solutions. One can only hope that we the people will be taken into confidence of the various policy alternatives that are being considered by those in the know-how.

Home

I am home after fifteen months. I have been home for over a week now and its only now when my trip is almost at an end do I feel the urge to type out a blog. Of course, now that I am slouching at my laptop, I am confused about what to write about. Should I write about the tremendous joy of a friend’s wedding; of sitting down at ‘my’ chair at the dining table; of the exhilaration of running on a stadium track where I previously only walked; of the tumble of memories that falls out of every cranny of JNU; of the drunken re-unions yet to happen? Or, should I talk about wincing at the loud car horns; finding myself a political ignorant about my own city’s elections; and waking up to Bombay?

Friday, December 28, 2007

A Happy New January to Everybody!

In the midst of preparing for my exams I have suddenly been hit by the complete meaninglessness of New Year. No – this is not about the cynicism that gets to most people including this blogger from time to time about New Year celebrations or the depressive tendencies it engenders in others. It has brought upon me that ‘a year’ has become an irrelevant unit of measurement of most lives. Almost every conversation in the last one third of every year is peppered by comments like the “year flew by” or “March seems so far away”. The point is that March is far away from the perspective of December and every twelve months seem to either experience a lot more, very little and/or does both in spurts. A year is too much time to account for activities, conversations, trips and non-events. And it seems sometimes that so much has taken place between that to plug it on the same calendar is constraining. 365 days seem to stretch on in the wake of the realization that by the time another year gets over we would have probably lived through what feels like multiple years.

So here is wishing everybody a very Happy January, a Happy Semester, a fun Spring Break! And for all those who hold onto the fantastic notion of year 2008 – A Happy 2008.

Monday, September 03, 2007

This is My Space, This is Your Space

To
Mr. Anurag Mathur
New Delhi/New York, India/USA

Dear Mr. Mathur,

I am a great admirer of your book Inscrutable Americans and have voraciously read the whole of it many times and some of it innumerably. If your book was allowed as a valid academic reference, I would have cited it several times. It has been almost twenty years since its publication and the advent of cable television in India notwithstanding it continues to be the most reliable travel guide for Indian students travelling to the US. It has been some months now that I have scoured through reams and reams of mental notes to add to your narrative of what made the people of this land inscrutable even to the most discerning observer. But everything that I noted seemed to be some sort of a modification on what you had already observed. A revised edition of Inscrutable Americans which seemed as an awesome literary project at first seemed woefully thin of new ideas and observations. But two events lead me to write this blog that has been festering on my mind for a little over a year. One, the arrival of my best friend from India; and second, a procrastinating surf through The Onion.

My friend arrived in the heretofore anonymous big city bogged down with luggage but fortified by the satisfaction of being exactly where she wanted to be. Having put an emotional investment in this friendship for over ten years I wanted to make her transition to a new city as smooth as possible. Amidst the confusion of helping her move to her new apartment, translating the menu from American to English and explaining the demography and racial politics of the city, I searched to leave her with one definitive that could be the lynchpin around which she could build her own body of knowledge about the America around her. I wasn’t able to leave her with one but as it turns out my seemingly random ramblings to her did have certain coherence. My weekly perusal through The Onion led me to it.
I realise in hindsight that what I really wanted her to understand at the outset was the American sense of personal space. Of all that is published in The Onion in a deliberately exaggerated manner, this one did not need any embellishment to make it funny. Since I myself have arrived at an accurate measurement of American Personal Space after numerous trials (and errors) the article about somebody apologising for accidentally encroaching into somebody’s Personal Space is right on target.

The Onion

Slightest Amount Of Physical Contact Apologized For

NEW YORK—During a crowded rush-hour subway ride Monday, an inadvertent brushing of one human being's hand against the forearm of another...

The Americans value Personal Space over comfort. I never noticed this until one day I was travelling back home during “rush hour”. The bus was almost full by the time I got in and I looked for an empty seat without much hope of finding one. But surprisingly (not since then) I found that there were plenty of seats unoccupied. Back home, finding people standing in the aisle was a confident sign that all the seats were occupied. But here I saw that passengers apparently preferred to stand for the long ride to Wherever even though there were plenty of seats available. I was puzzled but survival instinct honed from years of practice in public transport led me to plant myself on a seat first. Two uncomfortable expressions on either side of me stared back before they went back to studying their literature and fiddling with their I-pod. Having assured my back of a long rest, I returned my attention to the situation that had puzzled me. Why would Americans prefer to stand in a (crowded) bus when there are empty seats available? What could they possibly hold dearer than the sitting comfort of a ride to Wherever?
I figured out that every alternate seat was empty – the early passengers having occupied all the seats that were the most distant from each other. As the bus filled up the latest passengers too took seats the furthest away from each other until the only seats left were the ones between sitting passengers. And that’s when Americans decide to stand. The width of a bus seat is the maximum that they will allow in terms of encroachment of their Personal Space. For an ignorant like me to go sit next to them was perhaps pardonable but for a fellow American to do so would be unthinkable. Hailing from a country that tries to pack in as many people and vehicles as possible in one square feet, all that space that Americans allow each other seems quite a waste. I learned later that it is illegal for a car to stop less than a bumper-length away from the car in front of it when the traffic signal is red because I think it the perfect measure of the average amount of personal space (front and back) that the Americans think ideal. In countries that do not hold Space as sacred as the Americans do, traffic is mostly bumper to bumper. If coincidentally the driver can see a bit of road between him and the car in front, he would accelerate to close the gap. That’s the reason you find traffic moving even when the traffic signal is red. In the US though, Space.. Personal Space is sacred. It is not inviolable because people like me encroach it all the time but it is the single-most valued cultural hallmark of the American persona today.

That is what I wanted my friend to learn first and foremost. To understand it, to know it and if she deems fit – to accept it.

And this Mr. Mathur is my first entry into the revised edition of Inscrutable Americans. Of course, it needs a humorous spin to it that only your pen can provide.

Best Regards,
X
(In case the Personal Space police catches me)

Sunday, April 22, 2007

This could be a lot of fun -mwahaha

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Guru, Fountainhead, Atlas Shrugged…– Mani Ratnam’s Ode to Ayn Rand

My progenitor called me last week and recommended watching Guru – there might be some lessons to be learnt I was told. The tip was well-timed because the movie released in a local theatre this weekend. I came out of the hall thinking that the movie was probably the truest rendition of Ayn Rand’s works. Now that I have seen the movie I can’t help but remember in how similar a language I was recommended The Fountainhead by somebody else.

Guru was sold to the audiences as the epitome of a poor man’s indefatigable spirit and courage at a time when India was picking itself up and growing. What it ends up being is an ode to pure, unadulterated capitalism. “I was corrupt because the system made me this way”; “I know my business and the rest be damned” -- Gurukant Desai’s famous speech towards the end of the movie – words which I’m sure were supposed to swell hearts and inspire people to dream, only ends up being a poor little rich man’s rant against an unjust system. Economic growth matters and not the means to it. The movie is less about how a man’s enterprise overcomes the inevitable obstacles that were put by the License Raj and more about celebrating an industrialist’s cunning. Much like Rand’s writing style of making a straw man out of any character that opposes the individualistic and capitalistic-entrepreneurial John Galt or Howard Roarke, Mani Ratnam exaggerates the deviousness of the counter-point. In the spirit of Ayn Rand Ratnam tries to show that when Atlas shrugs the world can collapse.

We are still standing.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Now in verse

A tickling hurt
that makes one cry through the smiles
Another life begins
as the last one lies

A freefall into the future
As the present stays behind
Groping through the darkness
Coming out to light

Swaying between What-Ifs and What-Could-bes
Hanging onto a loose end
Holding on for dear life

Was
Lost for direction
on a three-forked road
Lost for breath
in the deep end

But
Searching eyes spot tracks
Flaying arms discover surface
A tired mind
finds a bed
A restless heart
a place to stay