Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts

Monday, October 10, 2016

to believe or not to believe


The last lecture someone asked me about the posturing that India Pakistan was doing across borders. There was a terrorist attack on a military base in India and India retaliated by conducting ‘surgical’ strikes across the border on alleged camps. Uff… that was just the thig to get me started off. A long short history about right wing governments versus leftists and the centers. How right wing governments thrive on conflict and the perceived threat perception from an outsider.

I just explained how the marketing theory will typically right wing governments. Why there is always some escalation of conflict that rallies a population when right wingers are in power. For some reason – there was Kargil war after which in the election they could cobble up a majority for a relatively stable coalition.

 In the second term there were the ‘attacks’ on the Indian Parliament. Some believe that these were staged.
I quote from an article published here

http://www.revolutionarydemocracy.org/afzal/afzal13.htm
“We know this much: On December 13, 2001, the Indian Parliament was in its winter session. (The NDA government was under attack for yet another corruption scandal.) At 11.30 in the morning, five armed men in a white Ambassador car fitted out with an Improvised Explosive Device drove through the gates of Parliament House. When they were challenged, they jumped out of the car and opened fire. In the gun battle that followed, all the attackers were killed. Eight security personnel and a gardener were killed too.
The dead terrorists, the police said, had enough explosives to blow up the Parliament building, and enough ammunition to take on a whole battalion of soldiers. Unlike most terrorists, these five left behind a thick trail of evidence – weapons, mobile phones, phone numbers, ID cards, photographs, packets of dry fruit, and even a love letter.
Not surprisingly, PM A.B. Vajpayee seized the opportunity to compare the assault to the September 11 attacks in the US that had happened only three months previously.
On December 14, 2001, the day after the attack on Parliament, the Special Cell of the Delhi Police claimed it had tracked down several people suspected to have been involved in the conspiracy. A day later, on December 15, it announced that it had "cracked the case": the attack, the police said, was a joint operation carried out by two Pakistan-based terrorist groups, Lashkar-e-Toiba and Jaish-e-Mohammed.
Twelve people were named as being part of the conspiracy. Ghazi Baba of the Jaish (Usual Suspect I), Maulana Masood Azhar also of the Jaish (Usual Suspect II); Tariq Ahmed (a "Pakistani"); five deceased "Pakistani terrorists" (we still don't know who they are). And three Kashmiri men, S.A.R. Geelani, Shaukat Hussain Guru, and Mohammed Afzal; and Shaukat's wife Afsan Guru. These were the only four to be arrested.
In the tense days that followed, Parliament was adjourned. On December 21, India recalled its high commissioner from Pakistan, suspended air, rail and bus communications and banned over-flights. It put into motion a massive mobilisation of its war machinery, and moved more than half-a-million troops to the Pakistan border. Foreign embassies evacuated their staff and citizens, and tourists travelling to India were issued cautionary travel advisories. The world watched with bated breath as the subcontinent was taken to the brink of nuclear war. (All this cost India an estimated Rs 10,000 crore of public money. A few hundred soldiers died just in the panicky process of mobilisation.)”
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And then somewhere else in the article she argues
“On the basis of this illegal confession extracted under torture, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were moved to the Pakistan border at huge cost to the public exchequer, and the subcontinent devolved into a game of nuclear brinkmanship in which the whole world was held hostage.
Big Whispered Question: Could it have been the other way around? Did the confession precipitate the war, or did the need for a war precipitate the need for the confession?”
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Whatever the truth, after the attack, the Indian army saw a mobilization where two nuclear powers eye balled each other https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001%E2%80%9302_India%E2%80%93Pakistan_standoff

Wow. That was two nuclear powers eye balling each other! Let that sink in for some time.
Now this time around as well, we have some posturing and in the ‘surgical’ strike one army crossed the border, ‘destroyed’ camps and came back. This was celebrated in the media and everyone in India rejoiced that finally as a country we have teeth. Jingoism all around you!

And now look at the centrist party. When they came to power, they implemented socialist schemes with a gusto. Right to education, right to food and right to employment. The last one was “MNREGA – the world’s largest workfare programme - formed the backbone of the UPA government’s anti-poverty programme, and may well represent its most important legacy in the long run.”

 - See more at: http://www.ideasforindia.in/article.aspx?article_id=292#sthash.1WVnU4gw.dpuf”

In the last paragraph the article states “It is no surprise therefore that MNREGA helped UPA gain re-election in the 2009 general elections. There is detailed RD-based evidence showing that UPA reaped electoral benefits from rolling out MNREGA in 2009, and that MNREGA budgetary allocations across districts and blocks have been manipulated in certain states to increase these benefits. “

So yes in the end, it’s up to you to weigh the substance of the propaganda and the schemes thrown at you. You can’t accept anything blindly.
I explained all of this to the class. In marketing I keep teaching, the first thing is to understand yourself and your brand and understand what it is that you are selling. Similarly if you are a consumer, you have to understand who is it that is selling something to you. What they seem to be selling versus what they are selling. Political parties are amongst the most dependent on marketing for survival. They have to understand their core philosophy so as to keep their core base intact and after that they go after the fence sitters. Without a detailed and vivid understanding of who they actually are, no political party can hope for long term survival. Funnily worldwide the philosophies seem to converge across three types – viz right left and center. The core principals are also very similar across. Rights tend to favor minimal government and are pro-business, while the center tries to lean left and increase governance and welfare for the underprivileged. The left of course, worldwide is stupidly rigid and completely veering towards state owned. You can understand world economics, trade, politics and news through the interplay of these thoughts and ideals.
So when the world is going bonkers and you have strong ideas on what is wrong and right and you want to box the crap out of your neighbors, sure, do so, but think again. Or as Arundhati Roy in the article says very very nicely – “To hang Mohammed Afzal without knowing what really happened is a misdeed that will not easily be forgotten. Or forgiven. Nor should it be.
Notwithstanding the 10% Growth Rate.”

The last line is the hardest hitting one that she has written. It’s a dig at the right wing which normally is super pro-business and pro-growth. The growth rate is an important metric on which they win votes and allegiance.

Yes – you have the freedom to vote right, left or centre. You have and must exercise the freedom to shout slogans, support war, surgical strikes, place of worship or whatever you want to do in a peaceful non violent way. You have the right to spew vitriol and choose sides. But all I tell the kids that I teach – listen carefully, not just to the message but also to the carrier and the originator? Within this itself there are many, multiple agendas. Look carefully!


It also amazes me that how much of a pacifist I have become. From a mother India lover who wanted to join the army and serve the motherland, I have become a skeptic. The fun bit is that I don’t know when this happened. No I am not disillusioned with the politicians of the country. That doesn’t work me up. We deserve the jokers we elect. Public service is very difficult, taxing and definitely not rewarding (if you are honest). We make life difficult for the guys doing public service. We believe that all problems come to their doorstep and we absolve ourselves of any solution. It also doesn’t help that most people in public service drive their own agendas and their own ways of doing things. They don’t allow for participation and block everything else. But yes, people inherently are to blame for the shit they get.
I have been involved with the Swimming pool of the gymkhana as an office bearer. It is a dam tough thing to do. People have strong agendas and counter agendas. They don’t help when needed but come across to criticize whatever you do. I think a few years of public service should be a must for anyone. Once that’s done you will do a better job of discharging your duties as a citizen, benefitting the collective whole.
But yes – I have over a period of time become an agno- nationalist. I don’t care about your nationality or mine. What I care about is how humans react to one another and treat each other. How people have to get involved in how they debate and conduct themselves in public. These are simple and important principals from which I want to draw the line. I love my city and my country but not in a jingoistic way. I love how my culture and my thought has been shaped by our geography and our history. I know what I am by knowing my past. But I also know that I have to shape my future and that of the generations to come from me. It cannot be shaped by propaganda but by listening to logic and to question everything. It can come from a deeper understanding of people and their emotions and their selfish interests. It comes from within. I have been lucky to be in marketing. It helps me understand the core of human behavior and their motivations. It makes me skeptic and dreamer at the same time. It is interesting.


In the aftermath of the terror attacks, Pakistani artistes are being singled out and have been asked leave the country. Producers have been told not to take them in their movies or songs. There is enough indian talent they say.

Here, listen to this absolutely amazing cover by a Pakistani band. Tell me, if they come to India and play a song, how would we not end up being enriched? Would we be poorer? But hell, thanks to youtube, they are broadcast across the world. I just love the song, the cover version which I argue is better than the original. I love the sitar notes which reverberate through the song giving it a strong constant sound lending a kind of stirring to the guitar. The crisp tabla creates an interesting contrast to the more muffled drums used. The contrast and the richness is there to be heard. Like Indian classical jugalbandi style, every instrument is given its two minutes of solo with the rest giving it beat support. This takes a song that was essentially a solo to a group effort, making it unforgettable. Seriously brilliant.



While watching TV over the weekend, we chanced upon Haider. Haider is an adaptation of the Hamlet and Jispa with her new found love for English thanks to her amazing teacher Mrs Ayesha Thomas was keen to see the Shakespeare adaptation. We had seen Omkara, the Othello adaptation together and now Hamlet. It’s fun watching the movie with her. I had to explain certain parts of it and the language is a bit difficult for her to pick up completely on her own. But nevertheless it was awesome fun. At the end of the movie, we went through Wikipedia to understand the original story better and therefore to better appreciate the adaptation. While reading the explanation, I chanced upon this paragraph that explains all that I have written so far in this blog – “The idea that nothing is real except in the mind of the individual finds its roots in the Greek Sophists, who argued that since nothing can be perceived except through the senses—and since all individuals sense, and therefore perceive things differently—there is no absolute truth, but rather only relative truth”

Tuesday, July 08, 2014

how do you say ghyeun tak in French?

There is so much you can learn from people. Especially if the people who you meet come from different backgrounds than yours. There is a great cultural exchange and it leaves everybody much richer. I blogged about this some days back – when we got friendly with our French neighbor - Andy. She was this massive lady who was in India on a secondment and was with us for 6 months. We only got to know her in the last two months and got pretty friendly. She was sweet and she was open. Open to sharing and open to learning. When both collide it makes for a great conversation.
We had good fun moments along the way as well. I realized by talking to her how racist we can get. She spoke about how being a racist is frowned upon and in meetings it is a complete no no. I realized that one has to try and stop being a racist everywhere to be truly neutral. In one office meeting one guy very insensitively spoke about the M word. A lot of us if office are actually racist and see Muslims as different from ‘us’ all. They give into the hype and they are completely taken in by it. When I was much younger I have seen the Mumbai riots and I fell to the fallacy of us versus them. It took me many years to come out and tell myself and the world – screw you. Stop being a racist. I keep arguing that it’s not a religious issue but for many it’s a social issue. The marginalized take to crime and brotherhood as they probably have no other option. If they are given stability and opportunity, crime will automatically fall. In every city there is a pocket of crime and marginalization. The more we propagate the cliché the more it will stick. It becomes self-fulfilling prophesy. In meetings I see people talk loosely about it. In one meeting a senior person spoke disparagingly about Muslims. It was just after my many conversations with Andy where she spoke about ticking a colleague off for being racist. Inspired I ticked him off – I told him you are being a racist. The conversation ended. I think it’s a start. This will take time but people will have to realize not be so. There are different people in this world. Their culture may differ from yours. It is up to us to be sensitive to all of them. To embrace this difference and enjoy them. It’s tough at many times, but to accept and to enjoy the difference is the first step to growing up and learning.
I keep looking out for titles to watch with Jispa. I want her to expand her scope of films to enjoy. So I think about movies I watched as a kid and try to get her to enjoy them. One such movie was Escape through Victory. Almost everyone my age and above would remember this movie. It was a Doordarshan favorite. English movies would be played typically on Friday evening at around 10. This movie was about a POW camp in WW2. Here the POWs have a match with the German national team to prove to the Germans themselves about the Aryan supremacy. With Stallone as a goalie and Pele playing a role as well, the movie quickly achieved cult status when I was a kid. I remember Pele doing a bicycle kick to score. So when I saw it at the library I brought it home. We called Andy to watch it along with us. Andy hails from Lyon in France and it seems Lyon was the base for the underground resistance during the German occupation in WW2. Andy’s family was also involved and at some level a few were even captured and executed. So her perspective was very real and very vivid as compared to anything I might have heard or read before. About how after her grand mom’s death, they found a cupboard stacked full of sugar. She knew that in war Sugar will be heavily rationed, the spectre of the cold war always loomed. In the movie at the end, thanks to the brutal German play and the one sided referring, the crowd goes behind the POW team and they start singing. Thanks to Andy after all these years I understood the significance of the act. Andy started singing along with them. They started singing the French national Anthem.
Then Andy explained the anthem (La Marseillaise) to us. And wow what a rousing violent anthem it is. Here is one part:
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your batallions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields
No wonder you can sing it at a football pitch and expect the team to kill and maim. In contrast the Indian anthem plays on as an ode to peace brotherhood and harmony. Not that I have anything against it but it’s not what I want to play and listen and imbibe before a sports event. You would need a different song.
And immediately I was in charge of doing an anthem for the Puneri Paltan kabaddi team. My brief to the lyrists and composer was simple – the French national anthem. I want the people to feel the passion, the beat the lyrics must inspire to kill , to attack and to maim… no brother hood here.
An excerpt:
Kasske pakkad,
jamm ke jhappat,
Todun, modun, gheyun taak!
The song came out amazing and then I spoke to Andy about it and told her how she inspired me to do this song!
Once the video comes out, I will put it up.
But its fun to have learnt so much and already begun to apply it everywhere… that’s the fun of cultures crossing and meeting. And our elders, idiots that they are still insist on opposing cross cultural love marriages…
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Full French anthem and the Puneri Paltan anthem as follows.
La Marseillaise
Let's go children of the fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us tyranny's
Bloody flag is raised! (repeat)
In the countryside, do you hear
The roaring of these fierce soldiers?
They come right to our arms
To slit the throats of our sons, our friends!
Refrain
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your batallions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
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This horde of slaves, traitors, plotting kings,
What do they want?
For whom these vile shackles,
These long-prepared irons? (repeat)
Frenchmen, for us, oh! what an insult!
What emotions that must excite!
It is us that they dare to consider
Returning to ancient slavery!
What! These foreign troops
Would make laws in our home!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would bring down our proud warriors! (repeat)
Good Lord! By chained hands
Our brows would bend beneath the yoke!
Vile despots would become
The masters of our fate!
Tremble, tyrants! and you, traitors,
The disgrace of all groups,
Tremble! Your parricidal plans
Will finally pay the price! (repeat)
Everyone is a soldier to fight you,
If they fall, our young heros,
France will make more,
Ready to battle you!
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors,
Bear or hold back your blows!
Spare these sad victims,
Regretfully arming against us. (repeat)
But not these bloodthirsty despots,
But not these accomplices of Bouillé,
All of these animals who, without pity,
Tear their mother's breast to pieces!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sacred love of France,
Lead, support our avenging arms!
Liberty, beloved Liberty,
Fight with your defenders! (repeat)
Under our flags, let victory
Hasten to your manly tones!
May your dying enemies
See your triumph and our glory!
Refrain
We will enter the pit
When our elders are no longer there;
There, we will find their dust
And the traces of their virtues. (repeat)
Much less eager to outlive them
Than to share their casket,
We will have the sublime pride
Of avenging them or following them!
Refrain
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Puneri Paltan theme song
Eh kass ke pakkad,
jamm ke jhappat,
todun, phodun, gheyun taak!

Kabbadi kabbadi Kabbadi kabbadi (2)
Kab kab kab Kabbadi kabbadi
Kab kab kab Kabbadi kabbadi
Kab kab kab Kabbadi kabbadi
Eh Puneri Paltan aaliiiii (tutaari)
Arre chodenge na…
arre modenge ha…
Hey chodenge na…
arre modenge ha..
inn lakeeron se aagein hai apna jahaan (2)
Rokein humein,
aisa kissmein hai dum,
na bacchega koi,
mitti ki kassam…
Chyaa maaila gheyun tak!
eh sodu nakko!
ek phodun tak!
(Chorus)
Kasske pakkad,
jamm ke jhappat,
Todun, modun, gheyun taak! (3)
Aasma kar dekhle,
kiss mein kitna zor hain,
Chingaariyaan nahi,
hum bhaddakti aag hai!
Ragon mein daudti, (hey)
zidd jeet ki, (hey)
bas khel hi nahi
yeh mahayudh hai (2)
Chyaa maaila gheyun tak!
Kasske pakkad,
jamm ke jhappat,
Todun, modun, gheyun taak! (3)
Puneri Puneri Puneri Puneri (2)
eh majhi Puneri Paltan aali aali re (4)
Todun, modun, gheyun taak!