Monday, January 28, 2013

मैं देवी हूँ।

तेरी बर्बादियों में ही
तेरा उद्धार है,
तेरा नौकर रह जाना
तेरे जीवन का सारांश है।

आह! तुझे थी चाह क्या
मेरी बराबरी की?
जूठन चाट मेरी, उतरन पहन
और खुश रह।

तेरे हालात को समझ
तेरे समाज को बदलना,
मेरा मकसद नहीं;
बस होना है स्थापित वहाँ।

कुर्बान हो जा तू,
ये सौभाग्य है तेरा।
मुर्ख! तुझे तो बलि चढ़ना ही था।
मैं देवी हूँ।

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Teri barbadiyo me hi
tera udhdhar hai,
Tera naukar reh jaana,
Tere jeevan ka saraansh hai

Aah! Tujhe thi chah kya
meri barabari ki?
Joothan chaat meri, utaran pehan
Aur khush reh.

tere haalat ko samajh
tere samaaj ko badalana,
mera maksad nahi;
bas hona hai sthapit wahan.

Kurbaan hoja tu,
Ye saubhagya hai tera.
Murkh! tujhe to bali chadhna hi tha.
Main devi hoon.

This poem originates from some of the craziest, thoughtless work I see around in the name of development, charity and social work by the upper class for the lower class. Reading "Pedagogy of the Oppressed" by Paulo Freire has made me question my own role, social positioning and the work I do; along with several institutions around me. People who know me and know my quest would understand why this poem and why at this time in my life.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Beyond candles and the cries

I was talking to some friends about the value of discipline and the implications of the same when we lack it in our society. A friend proposed – Fear from an authority has successfully induced a sense of discipline and responsibility, even if it’s not sustainable. Is that not better than not having it at all? In such case, what is the role of democracy? Would some stricter laws and their implementation not help? People need to behave and for that if force is the only option, why not use it to discipline them a bit? 

I wonder, whose definition of discipline are we seeking, especially when we talk about it with respect to a social suffering or people’s movement? For some, lighting up the candles at India gate may be an act of indiscipline. For others, it’s a representation of their angst and call for justice. For some walking colourfully dressed in LGBT Pride March may be indiscipline. For others, it’s actualization of their identity and a demand for respect for their being. In my understanding, even a rape is not as much an act of sexual assault as it is an act of indiscipline in response to power imbalance. If I put myself in victim’s place, all I see is a heinous crime. It indeed is. However, for a moment if I slip into the skin of any of those men, what do I see of myself? The first question is, why did I rape? Why could I not control the want of such a sadist act? Why such want did arise in first place? Why are women, children – both boys and girls, and old people are being assaulted, left, right and center? Is it really about gender… or let me ask… is it only about gender? Or is it more about a deep apathy – to anything which is not “I”?

I fear any progressive action will arise from our discussions without looking at these questions. I think our current social framework (which is heavily derived from capitalism) has accentuated our desperation to institute this “I” so much that we don’t empathise any more. Even when we do charity, it is more for our self actualization than anything else. We don’t put ourselves in others’ shoes, not really. We want the best for our own feet. And in want of those perfect shoes for ourselves, we cheat others, abuse others, rape others and even kill them. It is this want to get the best shoes for ourselves that we have let a fucked up education system exist for so long. We want “better” school for “our” kids and let others go for whatever shitty schooling leftover. And when those “others” don’t behave in better ways than us, we say “oh, they are such an undisciplined lot!!” We suffer from this interesting paradox where on one hand we don’t want to let other people think and reason lest we won’t be able to rule over them. On the other, we want them to think and behave rationally. 

Have we ever wondered what went wrong in the upbringing of those six men that they committed themselves to do what they did? Were they born to be rapists? Do we ever reflect as parents of children who commit such errors in their lives, as to what is our role in what they do? By raising these questions, I am not saying that those whose crime is proven should not be punished. They must be. All I am saying is that we, I and you, are also responsible in whatever happened or might be happening to some other girl, or even a boy, in some other bus, train, home and elsewhere at this moment when you are reading this. 

And why do I say that? Because we are too busy with irrelevant things. Because we never question what our children are being equipped with in the name of education – not just in our schools but in our homes, playgrounds, streets, the roadside posters, movies, television and wherever there is an opportunity to learn. No, I am not saying that we start censoring every aspect of our child’s life. Rather, I am asking a different question. How often we select a school because it enables our children to start making rationale and just choices? A school that helps our children make sense of the world with their conscience? How often do we look beyond the infrastructural and academic facilities of a school? How many parents actually engage with the school of their children (and just attending PTA meetings is not engagement!)? How many times do we question if the school has clear goals for gender sensitization or sexuality education or social conscience building or any such thing, while selecting for a school for our children? It doesn’t really simply start in a bus on a Delhi road. It starts very well in the male washroom walls and doors where our children draw a vagina and a penis in most obscene form. It’s not just exploration. If exploration has to happen it should in the classroom and drawing rooms and not washrooms. But do we have any clue what is happening in our schools? Well to a good extent, whatever we want to happen is happening. 

So what do we seek for while selecting a school? If we are from upper economic class, we check for a swimming pool and a tennis court. If we are from the middle class, we look for the urgent attention on academics that we have come to believe, will change our state of affairs. And if we are from the lower economic class… oh forget it, who cares? And the major problem here is not what we choose, but that we come from a class. Because it is our sense of class identity that defines what we want and ask for. Our consumption of educational experiences is class-based. But do we realize that our social transactions in open society are not? And if we agree that our educational experiences do shape up what we do when we grow up, is it not only just that everyone gets similar quality of educational experience before we expect everyone to behave sanely in equal fashion?

Check this. In the Quality Education Study** released by Educational Initiatives Pvt. Ltd., a large majority of 67% of students think that it is ok not to consider others convenience if done only once in a while is or if they do not complain or one is clear that laws are not being broken. About 40-43% of students in classes 4, 6 and 8 felt that education for a girl is not as important as responsibility towards the family, if a choice has to be made between a boy or girl child in providing education, boys are to be preferred over girls. Some of them also felt that in the long run, educating a girl is a waste of resources. The report also tells us that over 60% of time, even in these schools, is spent on only academic learning. From the remaining, most of it is utilized for other co-scholastic learning. There is no clear mention of any engagement at the levels of social justice and conscience building. And here’s the twist. These are the “top” private schools that India has, the ones which almost everyone in our country would aspire to send their children for. 

In my entire educational experience, I learnt English, Math, Science and even a funny subject called Social Studies where I only parroted the dates certain people fought on or certain boundaries that some political leaders have drawn. I could see gender discrimination, sexual abuse, religion and caste based discrimination, stereotyping and class struggles all around me. But I could never make sense. And no one ever talked about it formally. Whatever I learnt I did from my peers who were equally clueless. It was not even decent to talk about any of these. “Tum in sab pe dhyaan mat do. Padhai me mann lagao. (Don’t bother about these things. Focus on your studies.)”  - was the typical response from family and teachers. And just that you should know, I went one of the ‘good’ schools in India. I wonder - what was that padhai which was so critical that nothing else was addressed?

Over the years, I have come to believe that our educational experience has a necessity of building a social conscience. “Preventing conflicts is the work of politics; establishing peace is the work of education,” said Maria Montessori*. We don’t exist as isolated atoms in the scheme of things. However independent we would like to assume that we are, even when we excrete in the morning in our closed toilets, it is a social transaction as there’s someone getting into that stinky sewer when it chokes. And we need to respect that. If a girl is travelling in a late night bus, that is not a sexual advance. She is just travelling late. We need to respect that. 

And this is the kind of discipline that I would like to see being developed in our schools. For me the fear of being punished for not walking in a line is not discipline. Because sooner than later, the fear will go and I will break the line. However, when we discipline our behaviour by developing our conscience, it is expected to stay on. So it’s not as much about stricter laws. It’s not even so much about government’s failure for providing safe spaces or transports. These institutions are as weak or strong as we ourselves are. The victim’s friend told a news channel, “We were without clothes. We tried to stop passersby. Several auto rickshaws, cars and bikes slowed down but none stopped for about 20 to 25 minutes.” Don’t we see that all those who just passed these victims that night, did contribute to her death, however miniscule the contribution be, along with the rapists, the ineffective police, slow hospitals and irresponsible government? No we don’t see that. And we don’t care to see that. Because that points a finger at us – the people.

I think next time when we get angry with what happened in that bus we need to think about what kind of education our child or sibling or any other child is receiving. And we should ask some different questions... some tough questions. That may help save a girl in some other bus or train. 


* Maria Montessori was the Italian physician and educator who developed Montessori education.
** Source: Quality Education Study, Educational Initiatives and Wipro

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Classroom Stories - II

A matter of choice

I felt jittery. What is she gonna decide? What if she chooses to go for the event over attending my class?

Though it may look very trivial, this was a classic situational dilemma. You want to be at one place while you also want to be at another place at the same time. What do you do? A student of mine was faced with a similar situation where she wanted to come for the class (she has a good attendance record) but then she had this opportunity to go for an event as well. 

She got through the selection process. She would be introducing a couple of speakers at the venue. I was asked to inform her that she will be dropped out if she can’t come for both days of the event for logistical reasons. For a moment I felt content. Cool, so she will not be missing the class. I really felt it’s an important class and all must attend. But then the teacher in me told me - This is a wonderful “teachable moment”! Who decides what is ‘more important’ for someone? This was a situation where my student could actually bring her decision making skills in use.

I called her and informed her about her selection. I explained to her the condition for attending the event and also explained her both scenarios, with what she has to lose and gain. She asked me, “Bhaiya, what should I do? I want to come for the class. But I also want to go for the event.” I told her, “You will have to decide for yourself.”

She got a little irritated, “What bhaiya! Someone is saying go for the event and someone is saying go for the class. I don’t know what to do!!”

“Look dear… this is one chance for you to bring in action the learning from our class. We always emphasize on the value of choice and decision making. I have explained you both scenarios. Now it is up to you to decide what you want to do. And your decision should not be affected by what I have to say or feel and what your other teachers (people involved in the event) have to. All that should matter to you is – what YOU want to do. Take your time. Think over it. Call me back once you have made up your mind.”

With not-so-confident voice, she said, “Ok bhaiya.”

In an hour’s time, I got a call from her. In a very sheepish voice, she asked me, “Bhaiya, is it important to come for the class? Can I miss this time?”

“Important or not is something that you should decide.”

She took a moment before she replied. “Bhaiya, I would like to go for the event.”

“Sure. So you will be going for both days…” and I gave her further instructions on what would be the next steps. When I got done with the call, I had to inform the event people. What do I inform them – my student chose to not attend my class and go for the event? But then another thought crossed my mind – More than what did she chose, it’s important for me as a teacher that she did chose. Whether she comes to my class for this one day or not, but she is a young girl now who can take her decisions without being hassled by the pressures of “precious teachers’ suggestions”. 

It’s really interesting how the person in us has to deal with the teacher in us, in every moment of our lives. I have to constantly remind myself that I am a good teacher not when my students become what I want them to become, rather when they become what they want to become

Sometimes they may not select the best things; so what’s the heck? Even I do. Recently a friend notified me of being so unsure of some of my own decisions. I think it’s important for our children to go wrong at times and own it up. That’s part of learning. As teachers (or parents) we, at times, become too cautious of things and start taking the decisions that our children should take for themselves. Funny thing is we are the same people who couldn’t take our own decisions (our teachers and parents did for us) and now we want to take someone else’s decisions! In such situations, we are actually disrespecting our children’s intellect. 

I feel happy that my students are making their own choices, and they have their reasons for those choices, irrespective of what I may have to think of them.

Friday, November 30, 2012

The city of hills and the sea VI

Where the mind is without fear...



When I expressed my disapproval upon the curfew imposed due to the death of Mr. Bal Thackeray and the resulting inconveniences caused, a very dear friend of mine told me, “Stop criticizing on things. Find solution. Respect the place where you stay… accept their culture. It’s same like people love Rajnikath in south India. And Amitabhji in Bihar. It’s their love for their leader.” 

I have always wondered what the “culture” of this city is. Is it bringing an entire city to halt if a certain group’s beloved leader dies? Or is it forcefully dumping one’s sorrow on another? Or is it to force the city  to shut shop? Can we use examples of fanatical behavior of another state or city to justify our own? 

And before you get judgmental about me, let me make this clear, I am not against what Mr. Thackeray stands for. In fact, I haven’t studied his work and life in much detail. I am only against any kind of fanaticism and blind faith which can pertain to any religion, caste, gender, sexuality, etc. So here, my views are not about Shiv Sena really. It’s about this city I am apparently in love with – the only place, of all that I have traveled so far, which let me be who I am and gives me the courage to let others be who they are.

I read A. Farooqui’s “Opium City: the making of early Victorian Bombay” a few days back. He writes, “the diverse composition of the capitalist class in terms of the communities from which it was drawn – Parsi, Marwari, Konkani Muslim, Gujrati Bania, Bohra, Armenian, Indo-Portuguese, to name only a few – gave it a cosmopolitan character, which was reinforced by a relatively high degree of collaboration with private European leaders. The openness that this implied rendered Mumbai less of a Maharashtrian and more of an imperial city.” 

If I believe Mr. Farooqui, which I have every reason to given the kind of research he has put into his work, it appears to me that the most significant characteristic of this city is its cosmopolitan nature. Hence, I ask whether the events unfolding on that Saturday and Sunday stand justified? 

In my exploration, I was talking to another friend of mine. She said, “Though ideologically, I condemn what happened, I think that was the best way it could have been handled. They released the news in the evening keeping in mind that people would already be going to their homes after work and least chaos was caused. Knowing Shiv Sainiks, it was important to give this national and state honour to keep them pacified and not cause riots, which otherwise would have.” 

I think this is important for us to understand. It definitely appears to be a thought out move; the best that could have been done ‘knowing the Shiv Sainiks’.  However, this hints at a very interesting question – do we legitimize fear because we expect it - fear of something concrete and practical – or do we prepare ourselves to deal with it? Likewise then, should we simply give away Kashmir because there exists a perpetual state of fear and people do get killed in everyday affairs, isn’t it? 

I woke up at around 08:30 pm on Saturday and went out on a stroll to grab a bite. The only people on the streets were the police and the Sena youth in their SUVs bearing the Shiv Sena jhanda. And  a few random strange people like me. Hadn’t seen Chembur station like that before; not even at midnight. While treading those barren streets that evening, it wasn’t fear that ran through me but a mix of anger and sadness.  My understanding of Mumbai was shaken that day.

Mumbai, a city, where when hundreds of people die in a train bomb blast or a market blow up, it only takes sensational breaking news features and a few moments of mourning to get  it moving again. Mumbai, the same city, comes to a standstill  to mourn the death of one political head. Is that how the balance shifts?  A Bal Thackeray’s life is more precious than all those people, it seems. Not because he was a great leader, but more because he was a demi-god. I was attending a book launch on Gandhi a few days back where Justice Dharmadhikari mentioned that we Indians have this tendency to create gods out of human beings. We revere our leaders with such fanaticism that we just don’t want to look at the other side. And then we make their status unattainable and continue to remain who we are, instead of learning from their lives. We did that with Gandhi so much that he has almost become a joke in our country. Whereas many other nations and leaders across the world, from Malcolm X to Nelson Mandela to Martin Luther King, critically analyzed his work and learnt from him, saw a possibility of doing similar things and actually went ahead and did something about it. Gandhi sadly for us remains lying shut in our text books; folded in our pockets and garlanded every 2nd Oct in every public institution, street and park.

Another interesting thing about us -  we make death sacred. It’s an auto-correction for all faults one commits in his/her life. So all of a sudden Mr. Thackeray becomes a national leader – though he may not have even vaguely effected say a Tamil Nadu or Nagaland. All TV channels spoke about this “tiger’ and his brave life, he was given a national honour- his body being draped in the Tiranga and the police force giving him  the official Salami.

I go back to my original question – does creating a fearful environment in Mumbai because of a Marathi-Hindu leader stand justified? And where does it lead us to from here?  Does Mumbai now live on the mercy and ‘goodness’ of organizations like Shiv Sena?

A city known for its cosmopolitan outlook, and probably the only city in India, almost died that evening. It was drenched in the cruel fear of a dead man and his army of irrational men. It’s the same fear that I suppose, and what most Shiv Sainiks believe, Mr. Bal Thackeray fought against, during Mumbai’s underworld days.

Today, they forced us inside our homes. Tomorrow, they will force us outside it. And we will simply sit and enjoy a non-working day. I think the Shiv Sena supporters’ loss is not in the fact that Mr. Bal Thackeray died. Rather while he was alive, he couldn’t develop and instil the critical, sane and researched perspective/ understanding of leadership. He may have given a lot to the city of Mumbai, but he has left it with some highly irrational people as his followers.

And for my friend and many others like her, I just hope that someday they start respecting the cosmopolitan culture that characterized Mumbai, and in my imagination still does. I hope that someday we all realize that fear can never be equated to respect and fear can never be won over by another set of fears. I hope that someday we all realize that a wrong done at one place doesn’t justify the wrongs done at other places.

I don’t have to justify or testify my love and respect for this city of Mumbai. However, how you, my readers, would understand what I am saying would depend a lot on your own understanding of love and respect.

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