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Who says you can make your own destiny?

2008-06-26T17:48:00.002+05:30

Every day I try to forget 'Aamir' and every day, the film seems to come up in discussion, the papers or as a TV spot. For over a week, I've been trying to tell myself, it's only a film. But try as I might, I cannot calm down the negative vibes it has evoked in me.

The fact that it is shot in Chor Bazar, Bhendi Bazar, Dongri, the areas that I grew up in, where I still have family, where my family still has family and friends, makes it difficult for me to view the film objectively. In my childhod, these areas were mohallahs, not ghettoes, as they have become now.

And I wonder, how did these traditional community enclaves become ghettoes? Is it due to overcrowding and a breakdown of infrastructure? Is it due to the takeover by communal and criminal elements? Or is it due to a changed perception of a community?

The director of 'Aamir' professes that the film is the story of a common person, and how easily a common man today can become a victim of elements beyond his control.

The dangerous part of the film is how every common man from Andheri to Dongri, in fact, seem to be part of the terrorist network, connected to Pakistan, actively a part of the terrorist nexus, or at least passively aware of it. From the taxi-driver at the airport to the seemingly friendly prostitute in the dingy lodge in Dongri, from restaurant owner to waiter to STD phone booth woman, from the manager of the lodge, petty gangsters to junk-yard workers, and countless other nameless, unidentified faces, they form a malevolent, hostile and inescapable trap for any innocent.

'Aamir' perpetrates the worst myths about Indian Muslims.

1. That most of them live in ghettoes.
2. That they live in filth and squalor.
3. That they do nothing to come out of it.
4. That they eat and butcher meat, and that enhances their inherent violence.
5. That they are more attached to the larger Islamic community rather than their own country.
6. That they get a huge amount of money from outside to fund their terrorist activities here.
7. That most of them are connected somehow with the terrorists or the underworld. Actively or passively.
8. That an outsider cannot say who or who may not be involved.
9. And of course, that anyone, who makes any attempt to get out of the larger community will still at the end be subsumed by it, becoming part of the terrorist nexus due to circumstance, or become a victim to it.

These are as absurd as the myths that all Gujaratis are right-wing Hindu fundamentalists, all Biharis are thieves and crooks, all Maharashtrians are lazy, unfriendly and insular, all Goans are amiable drunks and all Sikhs are either fools or trouble-makers.

The trouble with the film is that it is very well-shot. Anyone, who has anything at all to do with film-making in Mumbai will know how difficult it is to execute a shoot like that, given the crowds and traffic here.

That combined with the narrative form of a man chasing against time to save his loved ones, in fact, does not give any space for the protagonist Aamir, to be well-defined as a character. The one dialogue that makes his stand clear, that he believes that each person can make their own destiny, that they can pull themselves out of their circumstances, gets lost in the thrill of the chase. And of course, by the countering dialogue of The Bad Man who asks if this is the destiny (that is trying to save his family) is what he has chosen.

The Bad Man however gets enough time to repeat ad nauseam his stand on the Muslim issue, spending a lot of precious time haranguing Aamir about Islam, his responsibilities to the community, his infidelity in having a Hindu girl friend, not caring enough to send money to fund terrorist activities, and so on. To the extent, that it gets one wondering whether The Bad Man is more keen on teaching Aamir a fundamentalist lesson in Islam, or he wants him to get on with the job.

Was The Bad Man seriously hoping to convert Aamir to the terrorist cause, by kidnapping his family, having him wade through shit, not letting him drink water (a very un-Islamic thing to do, by the way, because not giving someone a glass of water when they ask for it, is tantamount to a sin in Muslim households), having him beaten up??

In the same vein, it is not clear why Aamir, an innocent and reluctant man, has to be emotionally blackmailed into putting a bomb in a bus, after a complicated, convoluted journey through the city, when it would be the easiest thing in the world for any one of The Bad Man's minions to walk into a crowded bus with a bomb, leave it there, and walk away, without any trace.

But of course, The Bad Man is a dark, bald, fat, meat-eating monster who shuns light, and sits in a dark room all day. He exudes menace when he holds up a kid, and then proceeds to beat up a toy monkey. So perhaps, one can expect only illogical planning from him.

Review written by Batul Mukhtiar

Ramrajya thi Rajghat, a lecture in Surat

2008-06-19T11:39:00.001+05:30

Billo Tillo Tachh

2007-09-11T21:08:00.000+05:30

Bhai, Kishor Kaka, Raman Kaka at Nariman Point, 9 Sep 2007

One plus one

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In the mathematics of love, one plus one is infinity.

"Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves." Which great man could have made such a sharp observation? However much you scratch your head, you'll be wrong. This romantic statement cannot be made by Buddha, Mahavir, Jesus Christ or Mohammed. Nor were Vinoba or Gandhi known for uttering such truths. This statement is not by Rabindranath or J.Krishnamurthi. It is not made by Woody Allen, Bill Clinton or Bill Gates. This great statement has been made by the great scientist and lover Albert Einstein. The romantic truth in the statement is something that today's young people can accept. The older people who understand the emotion in this statement will never be unhappy. What does youth have to do with age?

Are you beautiful because you are loving, or are you loving because you are beautiful? Answering this riddle takes up an entire life. Man's heart has its own reasons, which the mind cannot understand. Remember that age does not stop you from loving, but love can stop you from getting old. The mathematics of love is different from the mathematics of the mind. The mind calculates that one plus one is two. The heart is different. The mathematics of love finds that one plus one is infinity. Those who have empty hearts and very logical minds can do business, but cannot love. The mind copes well with the internet. The heart undertands the interior-net.

To fall in love, one does not need the power of gravity.

Translated by Batul Mukhtiar, Oct 2006

Is the Gita a holy book?

2006-11-13T15:01:00.000+05:30

I do not think the Gita should be worshipped as a holy book. What can be accomplished by wrapping it up in a piece of red cloth and anointing it with flowers? That would be a meaningless ritual, to escape from reading it. The Gita can have meaning only if the verses on paper, printed and bound, help to keep us away from any deviation from the right path. Otherwise, the Gita would only be a bundle of lifeless pages, without any real relation to our lives. It is nothing to be happy about, if you have the chapters of the Gita at the tip of your tongue. Sometimes, that too is a matter of vanity. In such a case, there is no difference between the croaking of a frog, and reciting the Gita, if it's message does not impress your heart and soul.

I wonder, are our young men and women interested in reading and understanding the Gita. I find the answer in Teilhard de Chardin's statement, " The future is in the hands of the people who can give enough reasons to hope and live to the coming generations". The Vedas are our invaluable reference books. The Upanishads are our textbooks. The Gita is our guide.

It is a pity that the Gita is considered as a book for the aged. To become old without understanding the Gita, is a loss. After all, what has Krishna got to do with any particular phase of age?

From Prof. Gunvant Shah's 'Symphony of Krishna' @ 2005
// posted by Batul @ 12:24 PM July 27, 2006

Ed Viswanathan said...

You are 100% right in saying Gita should be worshipped as a holy book. I also agree with your statement "What can be accomplished by wrapping it up in a piece of red cloth and anointing it with flowers?"

GITA SHOULD BE DISCUSSED to help us in day to day lives. After listening to 18 chapters and 600 verses of ADVICE, Arjuna did NOT become a hermit. He did NOT run away from life. He stood up and fought a ferocious war.

I understand people who are in their 80’s leading a hermit’s life. …BUT I can never ever understand, when young people in their 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s etc lead a very lazy life after reading Gita.

GITA DOES NOT TEACH US INACTION. GITA ONLY TEACHES ACTION and that to SELFLESS ACTIONS.

10:33 PM, September 20, 2006

When we forget nationalism

2006-11-13T15:00:00.000+05:30

It's a horrid thing to say, but for argument's sake, let us assume that there isn't a single Muslim nationalist in the country. Come on! Let's assume that the Muslim girl in Maharashtra fighting the elections from the Shivsena is also not a nationalist. Let's assume that the first woman judge in the Supreme Court, a Muslim lady from Kerala, is also a communalist. Let us assume that every single Muslim in this country looks towards Pakistan. Let's assume that they don't practice birth control and are increasing the population. Even if they ask for a second Pakistan tomorrow, we should not be surprised! That should be the limit of the bitter fear that the Hindus have about Muslims.

Gandhari's blindfold is nothing compared to the blindfold that Hindus have tied around their eyes about India's glory and culture. It is certainly a matter of pride to be a Hindu. But some Hindus take pleasure in being proud of being Hindus, without even looking at the Vedas and the Upanishads, without touching the Gita even once, and without reading the Ramayan and the Mahabharat.

We gave the world the gift of zero. Brahmagupta gave the zero the status of a number, for the first time in mankind's history. Bhaskacharya said that the equation "1 divided by 0 = infinity" is the symbol of Brahma, and eulogized the zero by considering it worthy of worship. After the four Vedas, the four Upvedas were created. Vast progress was made in the fields of dance, theatre, sculpture, Ayurveda, poetry, grammar, literature, art, music and philosophy. But when glory is shallow, it looks out of place, and when pride is too scattered, it does not take roots.

A while ago, when we organized a 'Panchshil' rally at Bhuj, there were around ten thousand young people present, apart from the DSP, the Collector and the DEO. In my address, I only said, that if we were to sing "Saare jahan se accha, Hindustan hamara" without embarrassment, were we prepared to give even one minute every day for our country? If so, each one of us, would have to give only six hours a year to our country. Even so, 20 crore aware citizens could give the country 1 & 1/4 billion man-hours a year. Who stops the Hindus from doing that much for the country? But here, Mahashivratri is celebrated by drinking hemp juice, and Gokul Asthami is a day for gambling! If you find a Hindu who reads the Ramayan, on Ramnaomi day, honor him with a shawl! I can guarantee you that, you won't have to spend too much money on shawls.

This is from when I was very little. My father read the Vedas, Upanishads and the Gita everyday, but because he had Surati blood in him, sometimes, he would go all the way from Randher to Surat to have the tasty snacks at Harishankar Dhanji's shop. He took me on this taste-bud trip a couple of times. After eating some ‘bhajiyas’ on Harishankar's greasy plates, we would want to drink some water. This is from memory. Maybe some senior Surati can correct me if I am wrong. Aluminium mugs were tied to the wall by a chain. Each mug had a caste label beside it on the wall: Brahmin, Vaniya, Kanbi-Koli, Harijan, etc. (There were some very offensive words, which I cannot repeat here, that used to be written beside the word - Harijan). I was a tiny tot then, but the memory is still fresh. The Brahmin's mug was the dirtiest and the Harijan's mug the cleanest! Do you understand the mystery? Most people would drink from the Brahmin's mug, and even Harijans would avoid the Harijan's mug. Caste was not written on anyone's forehead, and so this dirty game. These caste-colored aluminium mugs have dragged the Hindus into the pits. Shallow glory makes a lot of noise. Bhratahari described two kinds of clouds - the ones that pour unabashed, and the ones that only roar. The clouds that only roar are usually very proud.

A few years ago, I was travelling with an American friend Professor Nelson Hegerson, from Patan to Mehsana. On the way, near Moghera the diesel in our car got over. In Moghera, one question kept troubling me. Mohammed Ghazni, in 1024 AD, came all the way to Moghera and looted it, and how is it that no one stopped him on the way? When our car was stuck, a bunch of villagers gathered around us, and were looking at my American friend as if he were an animal specimen. A good villager was helping our driver whole-heartedly. He lived in Ahmedabad but his wife's family was in this village, and he had come to visit for 2-3 days. I happened to praise the man's sincerity to a villager standing next to me. He immediately informed me: "He's a Thakker but he's a good man, just like a Patel." When I heard that statement, I immediately knew the secret of Mohammed Ghazni's success. Patels are always good, and the Thakkers who may be good, can be counted as Patels! Great!

If Hindus are really proud of being Hindus, then I request them to think about the following questions with a quiet mind:

1. Why does such Brahminism exist, that in Mithila University, Darbhanga, even peon's jobs are given only to Brahmins?

2. In Tamil Nadu, why is it certain that Brahmins will get the jobs?

3. During the reservation agitation, when the upper-caste Hindus attacked groups of backward castes, were those who were attacked Hindus? Were the Muslims responsible for these attacks?

4. So many Hindu BJP candidates lost the elections in the Hindi-speaking belts, because it seems that most Hindus there had voted on a caste basis. Where was Hindutva then?

5. Why are there such few inter-caste marriages amongst the Hindus even now?

6. Are the women who commit suicide because their in-laws harass them for dowry, not Hindus?

7. How many Shankaracharyas have been to the Harijans' settlements and how many times? How often have they gone to court? What is the real reason for religious conversion?

8. Why do thousands of child marriages take place in Rajasthan on the Akha Treej day, every year?

9. Why are there more than 5,00,000 ‘devdasis’ even today, in Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh and Maharashtra? Isn't the custom of ‘devdasis’ a form of prostitution in the guise of religion?

A fan of the spiritually emancipated Bhakti poet, Dula Kaag asked him once: "Kaag Bapu! Saurashtra is the land of saints, of Krishna-Sudama, of Narsinh Mehta, of Mahatma Gandhi! This is the land of brave outlaws! Here the villagers will call out to unknown passersby, and feed them with care. In such a holy land, how is it that so many women commit suicide?" It is worth the while of every Hindu to ponder on the answer the poet Dula Kaag gave, so that there is no haste in taking pride. Kaag Bapu said: " Brother! There is a lot of hypocrisy here. In the day time the brothers-in-law, and father-in-law maintain great propriety with the widowed daughter-in-law who lives in a corner of the house, with her head shaven, dressed in white clothes. But at night, it is different. In the darkness of night, the man does not feel ashamed to enter the widow's room. There is a moment when both the veil and the skirt are overthrown! When the widow becomes pregnant, these men deride her before everybody, and call her a 'sinner.' Where else can she go except to the well?" Tell me, how many tons does our pride as Hindus weigh? Where are the Muslims Involved In this?

In North Gujarat, in the Choudhury community, even today girls are exchanged between families. When marriage becomes a bargain, then even the seven circles around the holy fire, can become a great misfortune. Women have still not got their individuality.

The people that are proud of their tradition but cannot examine the limits of those traditions, end up nurturing their backwardness. Hindus may have many limitations, but they have been able to survive only because of one wonderful quality. This is a people who are a little open about improving themselves. This openness is the shield of Hindus. This people can accept Buddha as an 'avatar' and call the Shankaracharaya, 'Prachanna Buddha'. The poet Jaidev said; "Vishnu took Buddha's form." If the Hindus had not shown such openness where would they have been? Arnold Toynbee says: " The only religion which I would like to be converted to is Hinduism. Because the Hindu religion is big-hearted and all encompassing. If the Hindus accept me and let me become one of them, I would like to be lower than a Shudra in their caste-system."

I would like all my BJP friends to reflect on the unpleasant points mentioned here. I repeat that only openness and the readiness to improve oneself can save Hindus. The Hindus have only to fear narrow-mindedness. I can write such a bitter article, being a Hindu. What if some Muslim writer criticized Islam in this bitter a way! Surely that writer could not remain alive.

From 'Ishwar Allah Tere Naam' by Prof. Gunvant Shah
@ January 1993

'Ishwar Allah Tere Naam' - Ishwar and Allah are Your names.
// posted by Batul @ 7:03 PM July 13, 2006

look at the sky!

2006-11-13T14:58:00.000+05:30

The rains come like a long-awaited beloved. To wait for someone is a sweet privilege given to man. Reunion after a long wait reaches the state of poetry. Many Sanskrit plays have been written about meeting after a long wait. To wait for someone is a human being’s fundamental right.

When the rains come while one is in a dreadful waiting, the pain of separation increases. When the rain falls, the longing of the earth is appeased. Tulsidas has described the beautiful rains in ‘Ram Charit Manas’ thus: “The sound of the frogs calling, drao, drao, in all four directions, is sweet. As if students are reciting the Vedas! The trees are blossoming again like the light in a devotee’s heart. The fertile land is laden with fruit and crop, like a rich man’s property. The glow worms sparkle like a gang of rogues meeting at night.”

From ‘Nirakhne Gagan ma’ by Prof. Gunvant Shah
@ August 2000

nirakhne gaganma – look at the sky!

// posted by Batul @ 12:36 PM June 23, 2006

Cobainess said...

"To wait for someone is a human being’s fundamental right"

That is so true. But i have come to accept that waiting for someone has become a human duty too..

It was a nice read..

4:03 PM, September 08, 2006

Gandhi V/S Godse

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When Martin Luther King was killed in Memphis in 1958, the Chicago Sun-Times published a cartoon. Gandhiji’s ghost tells a bullet-torn Martin Luther King, “Dr.King! These killers are weird. They think they have killed you!” Godse made the same mistake about Gandhiji on 30 January, 1948 at 5.15 pm. Gandhi is an event that continues to live even after he is dead. Those who are dead even while they live may find some things about him weird. It is true that he was a weird man. It is not necessary to agree with all he said, but when he is mocked, it feels as if not he, but humanity is insulted.

On Gandhiji’s 50th death anniversary, the director of the Hiroshima Peace Memorial, Minoru Hataguchi came to Mumbai. When the bomb fell on Hiroshima, Minoru was in his mother’s womb, and was saved. I was present at the prayer meeting held on 5th August, 1985, at 8.15 am, exactly 50 years after the nuclear bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. The Peace Memorial stands at the exact spot that the bomb fell. In that moment, these lines formed in my mind:

“In the Peace Park here, there is a crowd.
But there is no jostling.
There are a few noises,
But there is no cacophony.
Here there is peace.
But not a frightening silence.
There is the sun.
But not a sweltering heat.
Here there is prayer without words.
But there are no words without a prayer.”

Around 1920 – 1925, the young Communist S.A.Dange wrote a book: ‘Gandhi V/S Lenin.’ Such books should be written. In 1957, Gopal Godse’s book, ‘Gandhi, Murder and Me’ was banned. Such bans should not be placed. Even Gandhiji would not want that. Bal Thackeray admires Hitler. But one needs as much honesty as Gandhi had even to criticize him. Bal Thackeray himself knows, that he does not have that honesty.

Will we be able to live in a society, where we accept the custom of finishing off those whose thoughts or tendencies may be different from our own? Narsinh Mehta’s words have truth in them: “If we are born of men, then no one can be unhappy, kill the enemy and have a hundred friends.” Martin Luther King says: “If we do not learn to live like brothers, we will die together like fools.” When the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, the physicist Kenneth Bainbridge at the Los Alamos Nuclear Centre in New Mexico said to Oppenheimer after the planes carrying the nuclear bomb had left for Japan: “From today we are all fit to be called the sons of bitches.”

If the man of the age does not seem weird to the people of his times, how can he be a revolutionary or a seer? Is not Ram’s going to the forest in exile, to honor the promise of his father, weird? It was not difficult for Ram to kill Dashrath who gave in to Kaikeyi’s demands, and to become the king himself. Nor was it difficult for Bharat, returning home from his aunts, to accept the crown that fell into his lap, and become the darling of his mother. What would the Shiv Sena call Ram and Bharat? Will they call Ram and Bharat great fools? Will they call the truthful Harishchandra an idiot? If they call these great men fools, then where is the pride of Hindutva? If Hitler is to be praised, then Hiranyakashipu can also be worshipped as an incarnation of God. Only those men who take humanity one step forward on the path of compassion, goodness and love can be called great men.

Gandhiji’s honesty was also doubted. Nehru and Sardar Patel, too disagreed with his insisting on giving Pakistan it’s dues of 55 crores of rupees. We too may disagree. The disagreement was not about giving the money; the disagreement was about Gandhiji’s insistence on giving the money immediately. There was a possibility that the money would be used against us in war, therefore Sardar Patel was uneasy. Sardar and Gandhi had different duties at that time. As the Home Minister, Sardar rightly thought that they were justified in delaying paying the dues at a time of disquiet, and that was an internationally accepted norm. Gandhiji’s insistence was that of a great soul.

It was not wrong that Godse and the Hindu Mahasabha were angry with him. Many Congress leaders also found Gandhi unacceptable at that time, but if a difference of opinion is to be settled by killing someone, then what turn would society take? Can even Bal Thackeray be safe in such a society?

Gandhiji was not the kind of great soul that never makes a mistake, because he was a man. Do we even have the honesty of his mistakes? He took up actions that would benefit the country and the world, with great integrity. Do we follow our own thoughts with such integrity? In such cases, we are even less honest than Godse, because we do not have even his fearlessness.

There is no need to be upset about the plays on Gandhi and Harilal. I had the opportunity of reading the manuscript of Feroze Khan’s play, ‘Mahatma V/S Gandhi’ before it was performed. It is based strictly on facts, and at the same time, it has maintained a subtle discretion. It is not necessary to believe that Harilal did not suffer any injustice. Even admirers do not have the right to take away from Gandhiji’s human-ness. Let us hear Kaka Kalelkar carefully: “ Gandhiji is a man. He was susceptible to human passions. If Gandhiji was an incarnation of God, I swear I would not have worshipped him.”

If we can use our own judgment after watching the plays based on Gandhi, Godse and Harilal, then there won’t be any injustice done to the Mahatma. If Gandhi is an incomplete man, then Godse too is not a complete man. It cannot be expected that Gopal Godse or Bal Thackeray will understand this. They sell the stock of anger. The common man is more sensible than them. There is no need to fear that Gandhi’s thoughts will be suppressed because of a few plays. He experimented with truth, not with plays.

From Prof. Gunvant Shah's
‘Mahant, Mulla, Padre’@ October 1999

Mahant - Hindu priest
Mulla - Muslim priest
Padre - Christian priest

// posted by Batul @ 8:53 AM June 17, 2006

Max Babi said...

Very thought-provoking article, Batul, as always from the magic pen of a seasoned writer...I entirely agree with his point of view. Before I and you leave this planet, mark my words, Godse and Thackeray will be forgotten. Not Gandhi. Even in nations like Bolivia, the main road of the capital city La Paz is called M.G. Road. How many roads are named after merchants of hate and anger and where?
cheerz!

2:11 PM, June 17, 2006

Islam means

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Islam means peace. Islam means surrender. The end of the Bhagvad Gita is made strong by Arjun’s surrender. Arjun tells Krishna: “I will do as you say.” In these words, Arjun’s ‘Islam’ is revealed – we can take a slight liberty in saying that. In Jainism, it is important for saints, sages, teachers and great souls alike to surrender. In Buddhism, it is important to surrender to the sangha ie, the enlightened ones, to the Dharma or the laws of virtue laid down by Buddha; and to Buddha. The word ‘Islam’ means ‘surrender’. One can surrender only to God, no one else.

Islam’s greatest principle is: ‘Tauheed’, which means : ‘Belief in one God.’ There is only one merciful and benevolent God who takes care of the world, Allah. I was born into an Arya Samaj family. My father never asked me to go to a temple, but in our house, every morning, the Ved mantras would be recited. In the Arya Samaj, the belief in one God was very strong. Kakasaheb Kalelkar used to say lightly, that a strict Arya Samaji was a “Muslim who believed in the Vedas.”

The Prophet was asked “ What could be called virtues?” He answered, “ Those which give peace to the mind and calm your inner self.” The second question was: “What are vices?” The Prophet answered: “Those that make your heart restless and your inner self discontented.” I have never known virtues and vices described in such simple language, in such basic terms. Sufism believes in devotion. On my visit to Turkey, I was able to spend four hours at the shrine of the famous Sufi saint Jalaluddin Rumi. Islam’s true beauty is seen in the thoughts of Sufism. I can tell from experience that Sufism can help the cause of Hindu-Muslim unity.

Pakistan’s learned writer Akbar Ahmed has stated the four central concepts of Islam: equality, compassion, knowledge and patience. These four concepts are present in the Gita as well. The Gita says: Equality is the best. Krishna while describing the qualities of a devotee mentions friendship and compassion. In the Gita, steadfastness includes learning. And patience is considered a holy possession. These four virtues are lacking in our society, therefore there are riots. If you want to fight amongst yourselves, you are free to do so. But don’t forget there are many similarities between the Koran and the Gita. You are free to fight, but you are not free to fight in the name of religion. Christ said rightly: “He who lives by the sword, will die by the sword.”

On the day of the Urs, I remembered Ajmer’s Khwaja Moinuddin Chisthi. He is called “Khwaja Garib Nawaz” or “the comfort of the poor”. Devotees, out of love and respect, also call him the “Sultan of Hind”. Look at the poetry in calling a poor Sufi fakir, the Sultan of Hind! The one who has nothing, is the true “Sultan”! Vinobaji used to say: “Instead of saying that Tulsidas belonged to Akbar ’s times, say that Akbar belonged to Tulsidas’s times.” The people of India salute the king, but they bow before the saint.

Khwaja Moinuddin Chisthi explained the essence of two words: “lajmi” and “mutadi”. “Lajmi” is the private religion of each individual through prayer, fasting and pilgrimage. “Mutadi” is the service of others, sacrifice for others, and giving one’s all to others. Khwaja Garib Nawaz described two kinds of pride: “nafas” and “qalb”. 'Nafas' is the ego that comes from power, wealth, comforts, anger, jealousy and such coarse elements (material ego). 'Qalb' is the identity that comes from peace, goodwill and harmony. During riots, when we resort to violence, our religion becomes bankrupt. When will this evil in the name of religion, stop? Allah must surely be laughing at our foolishness!

Shankaracharya in his study of the Gita says: “Man does not need proof of his own body. We need even lesser proof of one’s soul, because the body is outside, but the soul is even closer to us.” Now compare the Shankaracharya’s words to what is said in the Koran. The Koran says: “Oh Allah! We are closer to you than we are to our own pulse.”

How shallow is our devotion? One Muslim was praying namaz by the side of the road. A girl, hurrying by, crossed him. After some time, when the girl returned, the Muslim asked her: “How did you dare to cross someone who is praying?” The girl answered: “I was going to meet my beloved, so I did not see you. But you were praying to Allah, and yet how did you see me?”

From a lecture in a madrasa in village Kanthariya near Bharuch, in Gujarat, India. The lecture, on 21 September 2002, was attended by around 4000 people – students, teachers, priests and guests.

posted by Batul @ 11:25 AM June 6, 2006

Batul: May be one day you will make Gunvantbhai's literature international. Very impressive

Suren
12:18 PM, June 06, 2006

Max Babi said...

Batul, this is amazingly succinct and potent like all of Gunvantbhai's writings... there's typo at 'TulsidasAkbar' which seems in need of correction. Great work... keep doing this, I have sent the link to hundreds.
Cheerz!

2:08 PM, June 06, 2006

Batul said...

Thank you, Surenbhai. And thanks, Max, specially for sending the link to others. Batul

2:30 PM, June 06, 2006

farrukh: copywriter & journalist said...

Thought provoking, Batul. Good stuff.

Just one little thingie - when you have written 'kalb' it is perhaps 'qalb'. 'Qalb' is heart and 'kalb' is dog in Arabic.

7:46 PM, June 06, 2006

Batul said...

Thanks, Farrukh. Will change accordingly. Batul

8:26 PM, June 06, 2006

Jugal said...

Brilliant, simply brilliant! This is one link that's going to make tremendous rounds of the internet :)

There isn't a man who has put forth everything in such simplicity and beauty *bows down to the writer* Can we get the original Gujarati transcript? It would be beautiful to listen to it in Gujarati.

9:31 AM, June 07, 2006

Batul said...

Thanks, Jugal. Do pass on the link to other people you think may be interested. Maybe I could scan the original essay in Gujarati and put it in as a link.

Any other ideas on how I can do it?

10:50 AM, June 07, 2006

scribe said...

Thanks for the Link, Batul. This is such a frustrating topic. Gunvantbhai puts it so simply and coherently. You would think a child could enjoy and understand this (and that's a tough one), and yet it seems like a whole world can't get it.
Cheers - Ania

12:12 PM, June 07, 2006

rehana ali said...

So simply explained and yet delves deep into the philosophy of Islam. Thanks for sharing the link that presents the essence of our religion in such a wonderfully impressive manner Batul

6:43 PM, June 09, 2006

The Rendezvous said...

Great article batul..

But please seriously separate Islam from various cultures..

Only then will you find Islam attractive to all mankind..

Do u suppose?

10:31 PM, July 12, 2006

Batul said...

Ibrahim, I don't believe that Islam needs to be seperated from various cultures, and to be the single most attractive religion to mankind. I believe that everyone has the right to their own faith.

7:01 PM, July 13, 2006

Gunnu’s mother

2006-11-13T14:48:00.000+05:30

A 20-odd year old girl got a job as a teacher in a primary girls’ school in Sanghiyer village, in the Olpad district. The girl was a Patel, and spirited. In 1920, Gandhiji had given a call to all government servants to give up their government jobs. In the very same year, Gandhiji went to Olpad with Sarojini Naidu, and at a big public meeting asked the women present to donate their gold ornaments for the freedom struggle. That Patel girl, who was there at the meeting, gave Bapu her gold ring. After about seventeen years, that girl became my mother.

I have never seen my mother wearing a ring, or a nose-ring, or earrings or a golden bangle. In those days, she wore, like the others, thick khadi saris, which were put together in three parts. When that sari was put into the wash, it would take up the entire bucket. Much later, Ba began to wear slightly finer khadi saris. Ba looked quite imposing in her white khadi saris with colored borders. When she died at 85, her hair was still long, reaching her thighs, and more black than grey. She was a determined woman, and her love of action could become at times, tiresome drudgery. She would always do what she wanted. Until the end, her spirit was unbroken. Sometimes, her strength seemed a nuisance, as well.

In those times, the Kadva Patels, obeying the orders of Umiya Mata, married off their children on a particular date every 12 years, whatever their age may be. If a husband were not found, they’d marry the girl off to a flowered twig. Then, they’d throw the twig away into a well, or a river, so the girl would become a widow. The girl would then be referred to as “the one who was married to a flower twig.” Later, the girl would be married to some boy, and sent to her in-laws. Ba was first married, at the age of 9. When she was 10 or 11, she’d go to her in-laws sometimes, and play with the other children there. Her sister-in-law would tell her, “It’s not proper for you to play with your elder brother-in-law.” After a year or so, there was an epidemic of flu in the village, and Ba’s child husband died. Ba was then married to my father in Randher. Even after her second marriage, her first in-laws would invite her for important family functions as if she were their daughter. Those who were married off were children, but even those who arranged such marriages were often, only grown-up children. The Patels did not have the system of dowry, so except for food, weddings did not cost too much.

I have never seen Ba in bed after sunrise. She’d be singing morning hymns while she ground the flour. Ba studied at Dakshinamurthi in Bhavnagar, where she was the pupil of Shri Gijjubhai Badheka, who was considered as a “mustached mother” by the children in his care. Ba had also learned the Montessori method of teaching children. Shri Nanabhai Bhatt at Dakshinamurthi was also her teacher. Even so, I would get spanked for my studies, once in a while. My mother revered her two teachers. Both of them came to our Randher home twice. Ba used to sing hymns, certainly, but the lines I heard most in her voice were:

"I rush to Mahadev
And offer him flowers.
Mahadev is pleased
And you came, my precious.

So many stones were made into gods
And garlanded.
But when Parvati was pleased,
Horses were tied outside the house."

I had four sisters, but two had died. My mother had two miscarriages, and though, two sisters were alive, I was ‘the one and only son’. Ba and Bapu were eager for a son. Ba, in her later years, wrote a diary about her life. She wrote:

“One cannot share what is in one’s heart. Shah was 14-15 years older than me, almost turning 50. So many times I would sit, disturbed and confused, in the moonlit courtyard. I would repeat Kalapi’s poem, ‘Wherever my glance rests’, to myself, pray. Go to Chandu Kaka’s place. There was school; there was housework, but what about the fifth child? I would pray everyday to God. If He gives me a child now, let it be a boy. Madalsa used to say that the child born of my womb cannot be born of another. Give him that much knowledge.”

My mother had told me this several times. I used to get a lot of attention in my family, maybe that’s why I became a little harsh in my behavior. My uncle always favored me. Even if someone made a legitimate complaint against me, my uncle would get annoyed. He believed in my capabilities and my potential. Sometimes, he would even scold my mother on behalf of me. So many people would say something bad about me before him, just to rile him. Uncle would give it to them. Not once did Uncle not stand up for me. Even if I was not in the right, for Uncle, I was always right. So, I would always insist on taking every dispute to Uncle’s Supreme Court. When Uncle and Ba faced each other, the other family members had fun watching their fight. Uncle and Ba could never agree on any issue. Ba thought that any point of view apart from hers was wrong, and what was wrong was therefore, the untruth. Thus, truth was always on Ba’s side.

I feel confused while writing about Ba. Can any child write about his mother objectively? Right now, in my mind, there’s a battle between testimony and affection. On one side, there is the image of the loving mother, and on the other side, is the innate honesty of the pen. Ba’s harmless tortures make interesting tales. I want to relate a few things here without being unfair to Ba. Those who write an autobiography are tested while revealing these delicate issues.

Excerpt from 'Billo Tillo Touch' by Prof. Gunvant Shah

khadi - a hand-woven cotton cloth, used by Gandhiji as a political symbol of self-reliance.

atul Mukhtiar said...

Just checking.

11:34 AM, May 29, 2006

Popat Savla said...

Excellent translation. I read Gujarati article in Mothersday issue of Gujarat Times. How about sending this english translation to other english newspapers or magazines

9:27 AM, June 05, 2006