The Birth of Rama and the Death of Yakub!

Today has been a historic day for the Indian judiciary and probably a mundane day for all Indians. Today one of the convicts of the ’93 cataclysmic blasts in Mumbai was sent to gallows and hanged till death.

My early memories of the blasts go way back, I was probably six or seven at the time of the riots and subsequent bombings, I watched on the television as the city burned and the communal carnage spread over two months and which killed over 900 people. And as majority of Indians I forgot about it and went on with my life. We in India have started accepting terrorism as a part of our existence, it does not seem like an awkward event anymore, and we live with the scare every day. We do forget about it amidst our busy day to day activities but we can’t deny the threat that hurls upon our heads every single day.

So I came back to the issue of the bombings a few years earlier when my brother insisted that I watch ‘Black Friday’, a movie based on the bombings and it turned about to be really good, Obviously for a day or two after that I was googling only about the victims or the convicts. And time went by once again.

It’s only recently when Yakub Memon was announced to be sent to the gallows on the 30th September 2015 that I came back to the topic. I revisited the history drilling down each and every detail, consuming most of my days (you ask why such fanaticism for a criminal, I say ‘that’s the way I am, I get obsessed and then it’s so hard for to get out of it’). So the whole media was filled with petitions for mercy or petitions to continue his hanging. Somehow the Indians (not all of course) were divided on this issue which had cost 257 lives and this only piqued my curiosity.

Everybody by now knows the background of it all but this is how I see it,

Babri Masjid is demolished by hindus in Ayodhya followed by riots two times in Mumbai where muslims are targeted and eventually hindus are targeted too and finally muslims upset about what has been done to their community led by a man who wants to climb high on the underworld fraternity decides to bomb and kill innocent people. The whole picture for me is confusing I find it hard to blame it on one person or one community.

But some points I want to make here:

In the first place politicians and the honorable Supreme Court should have tried to stop the demolition of the Babri Masjid.  They must have tried I am sure, but I think enough was not done.

Terrorism and bombing is wrong in any which way there can be never be a justification for it. Every country should do all in their might to curb them.

If in case Yakub memon had come back to help the Indian agencies and was promised leniency in return as many articles claim, then wrong was done to him too. Had he been wronged by the Indian agencies? (http://indianexpress.com/article/opinion/columns/yakub-memon-break-the-official-omerta/)

(http://www.firstpost.com/india/did-yakub-memon-make-a-mistake-by-trusting-indian-investigators-2369698.html)

It was great of the Chief Justice of India to open his doors at midnight to hear the last plea of the convict, only reassures my faith in democracy a bit atleast.

I just hope the victims of the blasts find the closure, a bit of it atleast while the main convict lives a comfortable life in some other country. (http://www.mid-day.com/articles/1993-mumbai-blasts-for-21-years-family-visits-blast-site-to-pay-tribute-to-dead-son/15156103)

I was closely following the developments of this case in the past week, I could never decide what I wanted for this case to turn out like. I was not sure if I wanted the punishment or mercy for him.

But I am sure and clear on some things we don’t value life, politics and power reigns supreme and the life of a common man does not matter to anyone.

On a cold December morning in 1992 Rama was born in Ayodhya yet again, and 23 years later Yakub Memon was hanged to death.

I cannot clearly say that justice prevailed or not!

The Miracle Man

This is about an amazing man I have come cross lately. He is considerate, kind, hardworking, and reliable. I know too many qualities for a man to have right!! He is a dream come true man, a conversation with him for a while increases his respect manifold times for me. And you must be wondering where did I find such a good catch, Ahhh, he is my new autowallah (Auto= a mode of transport in India, Autowllah=A man who drives the auto). I use the public transport a lot and the kind of city I live in, at times it can be hassle to find a means of transport and then be able to trust that guy (I mean did you just hear a taxi driver was masturbating while escorting a female customer).

So coming back to this amazing guy, I am sure my husband would be super jealous, but lest I care you have to hear about him to appreciate him.

Let the story begin,

So this man drives an auto for a living, he has recently purchased the vehicle and pays 7500 INR per month as emi, he makes between 20 to 25k per month and his wife who is a cook makes around 15k per month, hence a monthly income of around 35 to 40k per month, (OMG I am good with math). Anyway he starts his day at 7 am ends around 11 pm, plans to get rid of the emi as soon as possible so he can buy a cab and then he says he would make better money. He haggles like a pro when we stop for grocery shopping, also keeps recommending better places to shop and keeps giving me tricks and tips. You feel safe when he drives you around the city, yeah you can never be too sure of anyone and I am always on the alert especially when its late but in the past two months I have not felt unsafe, I live in India we learn to be alert.  But we have nice men around too and I think he is a good example of it, atleast till now.

So you say what is so amazing about this man he seems like a regular hardworking man, and I tell you ahead, Patience.

The other day he met my daughter for the first time, and as usual he started talking, he told me that he has a daughter who would turn 4 soon and he is on a lookout for a school for her, he asked where my daughter goes, enquired about the fee structure and dismissively admitted that he can’t afford it. And then he began in his usual baritone lyrical voice that he dreams that his daughter goes to a nice school, studies as much as she wants. He told me he would also start a school cab for her as he does not want her daughter to travel in his auto every day, it would be an additional expense he told me. He went on to explain that he has categorically explained to his parents that he is not planning a second kid, he wants the best for this one, he wants to make sure that his daughter gets the best of everything in the world and he is ready to stretch his limits. He goes on to explain that expenses are too much these days and it’s only sane to have a single child and raise irrespective of gender the child properly.

So there are multiple reasons I love this man (I mean not literally) I mean I love his thought process

  • He is ready to work really hard for the wellbeing of his child that too a girl in India where many are killed in the womb. He is uneducated but he wants the best education for his little girl. The other day he found out that I might be travelling abroad soon and he told me to take money from him and buy nice dresses for his daughter.
  • He does not want a second child, where we live second child is not a choice but a necessity, you have one and you are constantly pressurized for the second. A family of three is never complete that’s what we all believe in, irrespective of the fact whether you can fend their needs or not. In another world one of my known who is well-educated just delivered a fourth child who luckily this time is a boy, she has three daughters earlier. And they wanted a boy, or else who would continue the family name.
  • His thought process is clear he knows where he wants to be in life and is paving the path, whether he reaches where he wants to go is besides the point but his zeal to do the same is charismatic. Come on my husband is 31 and he is still not sure what he wants from life.
  • He loves his wife, he explained that a couple together can achieve so much and that he does not believe in fighting. He said he always says sorry first in the fight. He says that she puts food on the plate for him when he is tired from work and has given him a beautiful daughter. “Madamji, she works too and still makes sure everybody is fed and all clothes ready for next day before she sleeps”, he says. In simple words he appreciates what his wife does for him, a quality very very rare in the Indian XY chromosome.
  • Importantly he is not a pervert, he does not look at you as if you are naked which many men do (not all, before my brother tells me that I being biased), until now I have not felt anything strange or inappropriate about him. He seems like a nice simple guy who wants to make a living and raise his family by providing to them all possible in his might.
  • And lastly he is a Bengali knows and quotes Tagore and sings beautifully, he always hums with the radio playing in his auto.

So lately I have been a fan of him, I hope that god listens to his prayers because he is really working hard to make it happen. I have however decided to help him financially if he needs it, this is the least I can do to help rather than donating money to temples where those pundits who are already full with everything take our money and fill their pockets further.

When someone goes away!!

Just recently my friend’s mother left for the heavenly abode, it was untimely but she was not keeping well for a long time now and in a way it was believed that death set her free of all the pain. How is it that if you fall terribly sick you become a burden on your loved ones, they want you to get well but if you are not getting well they want you to leave, its best for all, for the caretakers who have a life of their own and also the one in pain who wants to get rid of everything. It is complicated.

So as I was attending the last rites of one of my favorite aunt, swarm of memories engulfed me and with these memories came the afterthought. Life took a halt suddenly, in the silence of the prayers ceremony I sat down thinking of how life is passing by, as to how we think that neither us or the ones close to us are ever going to die, we think we are immortals but during that moment time is slipping and we are approaching the end every minute.

I am not those philosophical types, come on I am not even 30 yet! But suddenly it crossed my mind I will turn 30 soon. Three decades of my life would be over, they are not coming back ever again. I am looking forward to getting old, I want to get old, that’s when I think my life would be relaxed, I would have earned enough, would have a small cottage in the mountains and would spend my life reading and writing and yes cooking also. But this recent death of my aunt has jolted my plans a bit, I have come to believe in the theory of ‘Man proposes, God disposes’. You never know what shall happen tomorrow so the best bet is to live in today.

I don’t believe in afterlife, Hinduism puts a lot of emphasis on afterlife, I follow Hinduism because that’s my religion I am told, but more than religion I believe in faith. I have faith that someone up above or down below or anywhere in the universe is taking care of me. And that’s what rocks my boat. I feel that my deeds count the most. I don’t care if I am taking re-birth or not, all that matters is that in my life I should be doing right without hurting anyone. Karma counts but in the present itself, if I do wrong, I would learn my lessons in this life only, and if I am doing right I would be rewarded in my present life only. Let’s just face it, let’s do good stuff now and not because we want a better after life but because we want to do good to others! Right?

Death of someone close to you does make you think for a bit, after a few days of course one forgets and gets back to the monotonous chores of life but there is no getting away from it right, it’s like lurking on you head. We really don’t know how much time we have or our close ones have, so let’s celebrate life the way it is. Because no matter how slowly we think but time is slipping. We live once and let’s make the most of it, let all live the way they want to, let gays be gay and happy, let happily unmarried people be unmarried if this is what they want, let children do what they wish to do. In other words just simply let everyone cultivate their passions because you never when your life is cut short!!

Before that let’s make the most of it.

In the end it is not years in your life that count but the life in your years – Abraham Lincoln