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Is Mobocracy and Fascism our future?

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Disclaimer: This article is not intended to cause harm to any individuals beliefs’ nor is it against the government or a political stance. This is only written based on my observations.

As mentioned before, I am an NRI now living in India. Even then, never have I heard of issues such as killing people in the name of cows; at least not in this frequency or with such malice.

When did Indians decide that killings fellow beings in the name of animals was ok? I know for a fact that even animals don’t kill for sport, only to sate their hunger. Do the said cows care about humans? Or their names is being dragged into it?

Most of you will be asking why am I writing about this now. the answer is Junaid Khan. Out of all the innocents murdered for ‘consuming beef’, This name will forever be etched in my mind. Junaid was a 15-16 year old boy. Emphasis on BOY. He was just a boy, out with his relatives, looking forward to Eid. His only worry should have been about school, exams and other issues that plague the teen-aged years. It shouldn’t have been about fear of fellow beings; about the need to escape them.

Instead of celebrating the end of a successful fasting period, his family prepared and conducted a funeral. Instead of joy, happiness and a house and hearts filled with laughter, there were tears, heartbreak and numbness. Maybe one day, his family will fall back on the thought that it was his time. Even if it was so, it shouldn’t have been in such a cruel and horrifying way; filled with fear, pain and hurt. It shouldn’t have been decided by a bunch of drunken assholes. It shouldn’t have been the way it happened.

Why did this happen? How have we, as humans, with “advanced intelligence”, fallen to such a low point? How do we face ourselves knowing, that this is the possible future we are leaving for the coming generations? That we kill fellow Indians in the name of four legged creatures, and it’s ok to do so?

How did people not react? Not the general public, but people on the train? How did they let these murderers go? Why…? That is the question that haunts me. Why did they let them go? Fear, of the same fate? Not their problem? They don’t care? Why? Did they not hear his screams of fear? Why, did they let them go?

Where in our constitution or our laws do we give allowances for such acts? That, too, in the name of religion? Really? How are people not realizing that moral policing is being shoved down our throats and we are enabling this by keeping our silence?

How is there no tidal wave of fury flooding the streets against such mobs? Why are we keeping quiet? Are we waiting for a breaking point? Are we waiting to see how far we fall from humanity?

On 30th June 2017, PM Modi issued a statement regarding these murders and attacks, after maybe, in my understanding, a year of such incidents. After a year? Since the last 6 months I have seen numerous news broadcasts with individuals begging for their lives when accosted regarding cows. How did people get the time to watch and film this? How did they not get the time to put a stop to such atrocities?

Jaago India! Jaago!

Under the Microscope

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I was born and brought up in Dubai. Being a NRI (non-resident Indian) is quite the experience. Being a woman and NRI is out of the world. Here are a few things I’ve learnt, on my own or through my friends…

  1. Girls should not hug male members in public, even though they may your grandfather, brother or husband.
  2. Do not wear shorts, including knee length ones. Even if your parents and immediate family members are cool with it, the mauhalle waale (neighbours etc.) definitely will have problems. Not to mention the stares and whispers.
  3. Never question religious rituals. I once made the “mistake” of asking my mother why they waste litres of milk by pouring it on a stone idol flowing into the drain, when lots of destitute people, including young children are waiting outside the temples walls? Wouldn’t it e beneficial to give it to them; their stomachs would be relieved from the hunger pains for at least a while, right? Believe me when I say the expressions of horror would have burnt me had they had the power, and gasps of exclamation would have been heard throughout the city that day. Plus the lectures about respecting the Gods, and how I would have to ask for God’s forgiveness, failing which I would incur untold wrath. Since I am writing about this 2 years later, guess God thought my point valid.
  4. Girls should not talk or laugh out loud. Apparently doing so is considered as uncouth or disrespectful, God forbid. I still have no idea how that one works.
  5. We should never reveal the fact that we do not know cooking, or that we hate household chores. Or that we drink (BIG no-no); or have boys as friends, so on and so forth, you all get the idea.
  6. Be prepared for the assumptions that since you’ve been brought up outside, you don’t speak the mother tongue, eat the native dishes, and voicing your opinions on a subject is considered as being spoilt.
  7. Relatives will have an opinion about everything you do or want to do in life; education, clothing, how you behave, work etc.. Be prepared with PPTs if you decide to challenge said views or hold your silence forever.

I could go on and on about what’s wrong with people’s attitude. Thankfully people have started questioning the rigid thinking, so it is getting better.

Change is slow, yes?

Advice from Strangers

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You’re all gussied up or, maybe you’re in your rattiest sweats, whatever; you’re one of the hundreds walking down the street. You don’t know them, they don’t know you. The easiest way to introduce yourself to them? Throwing yourselves at their feet. Nope! You haven’t read that wrong…  What do I mean? Trip over you own feet and crash land near theirs…

I am one of those not so ‘normal’ humans; clumsy and accident prone. Someone who manages to trip on flat surfaces (no joke!) which, all of those ‘well-balanced’ strangers seem to navigate quite smoothly. And it doesn’t matter where I am, my legs never seem to co-operate with my brain or they are just jerking me around, literally!

My entire being feels like it’s on fire when this happens. However, I am so used to (translation ‘fed up’) of hearing the comments and suggestions given to me while I am lying flat on my back, with raised arms, hoping some of those ‘advicers’ (a.k.a. ‘idjeets’ as I like to call them), will realize that I am expecting a helping hand, not because I’ve been frozen like that in the fall. And to top it off, you are also dealing with the awesome pain that is making itself aware after the initial numbness. And let me tell you something, pain is pain. Whether it’s the gleaming tiles in malls, the concrete pavements or the mud path littered with gravel. Ouch! would be too small a word for that. The bigger ‘Ouch!’ is being subjected to the gawks and smirks and sometimes outright laughter, after such instances.

Yet, how does one cure clumsiness? My remedy is to not wear heeled footwear. It’s either flats or flats (though I am a proud owner of two, rarely used, pairs). But like any girl, my hands do automatically reach towards the pointy, attractive devils at the shoe stores, I hold myself back, ruthlessly, thinking of the after effects of falling down while wearing those beauties.

I’ve resigned myself to walking slowly (not snail like though). Each floor is stepped on after careful deliberation of its smoothness etc. So, if you all find someone whom you’ve seen doing the very thing I’ve described above, maybe you’ve seen me or someone just like me…