Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The conflict of Kashmir

The image of Kashmir is one of blood, sweat, and bombs. And the other is that of a paradise, replete with lovely rivers, resplendent in the sunlight. Memories of this region are stretched. For people who share a diverse geographical contour, that is India, there is an unusual resonance of thought and action when Kashmir is invoked. Strangely, that resonance is absent in other issues mooted within federal territories. Kashmir has seeped into the DNA of India, and is inseparable, at any cost. Talks of acceding Kashmir hit a iron wall, at the outset. Surprisingly, public opinions and views on the Kashmir issue seem to be nonchalantly naive, and thus an understanding of the Kashmir conflict is wanting. This article seeks to elucidate the reader on Kashmir that was - to the Kashmir that is.

Anyone who wishes to mouth on Kashmir has to fundamentally understand this.Kashmir is not synonymous with J&K. Jammu & Kashmir is divide into 3 areas: Jammu, Kashmir, Ladakh or Leh. This is the underscore on which the contemporary situation rests.

The Kashmir of British India

Kashmir in the 14th and 15th centuries - well before the British set foot there - was reveling in the cultural integration of Hinduism and Islam. The concomitant culture that arose was that of the mystic Sufism, which then traveled out of India thereafter. Hinduism and Islam continued their journey, and the Kashmiris had a keen understanding of both the religions, and did not bear communal affectations. Kashmir then passed under the Sikh rule for a brief period, until they were defeated by the British in the Anglo - Sikh war of 1845. The British comprehended the implausibility of the long supply line that had to be maintained for Kashmir and sold the territory of Kashmir to Gulab Singh, a Hindu Dogra ruler for a measly amount of 75 lakhs. (Kashmir did not include the northern areas at that time. However, soon after, this was also captured). The area of Kashmir now spanned Muzaffarabad in the west (present NWFP), Pamir Knot in the north, and Aksai Chin in the east. Maharaja Ranjit Singh came to power in 1925 after the death of his grandfather.

The pre – partition era

Maharaja Ranjit Singh was a Dogra ruler, in the extended line of the Dogra kings who had ruled Kashmir. It can also be seen that in the other parts of India there was an increasing apprehension for British rule. Leaders such as Gandhi, Nehru, Patel had emerged from the masses and seemed fit to lead India to Independence. India, in spite of its unison against the British hold, had an underlying inferno: the communal divide of Hindus and Muslims. The communal schism was in the seminal stage, and some leaders, albeit for political reasons, saw a vested silver lining. The politics of vote had begun to take shape, much, much before the borders of India were drawn.

Jinnah was a Muslim, and was a member of the Indian National Congress, which also had Nehru and Gandhi in its ranks. Jinnah sought to attract the Muslim population whilst the rest of India chugged in the Hindu tracks. He was able to win the masses and press for the British to leave Indian soil. However, his other plans would soon come to the fore.

Up on the northern frontiers of British India, Kashmir had a predominantly Muslim population, and was under rule by a Hindu ruler. This Hindu ruler, in contrast to his ancestral lineage, sought discriminatory measures against the Muslims. This fomented resentment and anger among the Muslims. This was eventually addressed by a young leader, Sheikh Abdullah, a Muslim of Kashmiri Pundit descent, who galvanized the masses to form the National Muslim Conference. This conference served as a platform to address the issues of the Muslims, and also arose as a pain in the neck for the Hindu ruler, Maharaja Gulab Singh. Abdullah’s siding with Nehru also created an air of suspicion for the Hindu ruler, who saw political ambitions in his Muslim counterpart.

The pre – independence and the Mountbatten plan

We now fast-forward to the pre – independence setup. The whole of erstwhile India was posed with the Mountbatten plan, which aimed at dividing the nation into 2 on the basis of communal lines (two – nation theory, Jinnah). The princely states-565 in number-that littered the landscape of erstwhile India would be free to decide which side to toe. This thus set in motion of chain of events that decided the composition of the two soon-to-be nations, India and Pakistan. Some states were wooed by India and some by Pakistan, and 3 states sought more time, owing to their distribution of population: Hindu majority under Muslim rule, or Muslim majority under Hindu rule. The 3 states that fell under such parameters included Junagadh in present day Gujarat, Hyderabad, and Jammu & Kashmir.

Hyderabad and Junagadh were taken by police force. It also seemed pertinent that Hyderabad should remain within the lines of India. The one state that was still in decision making limbo was Kashmir. As discussed there existed hostilities, albeit mentally, between the Maharaja of Kashmir and Sheikh Abdullah. The Maharaja had Sheikh Abdullah arrested in pre – independence times. The Maharaja, although undecided about Kashmir, sought more time, and entered into a standstill agreement with Pakistan, whilst requesting them to maintain communication and other supplies. The Union of India and Pakistan were entering into Treaty of Accession with states that fell into their territory. In other words, the Treaty was a legal contract that accorded powers to the governments of the countries on the acceded state. This was to play a major role in the Kashmir Conflict.

Pakistan’s insecurity

Pakistan, along with East Pakistan (ridiculous), obtained independence on the 14th of August 1947. India followed suit the following day, the 15th of August 1947. The only disputed matter that remained was Kashmir. Since the Maharaja was skeptical about the Indian National Congress, he remained still. The people of Kashmir were also divided in their opinion, but a majority of them abhorred any schisms on communal lines.

Pakistan was growing impatient, and in a bid to wrest Kashmir away, set up some tribal troops (Kabayalees) who were to take over the capital of Kashmir, Srinagar, and then declare Kashmir independent, thus securing Kashmir to Pakistan once and for all. The story of the pillage caused by the invading tribes is one of destruction, and gore, and pitiful. The tribes were also backed by members of the Pakistani army, who were disguised as tribes themselves. This is a popular and regular tactic that Pakistan uses even today.

The Maharaja of Kashmir was bemused as equally anxious about Pakistan’s invasion. His royal guards a certainly unfit outfit against an invading army of this size. He subsequently requested for Indian troops to counter teh invaders. The Indian government sensed a rare window of opportunity, pressed for Sheikh Abdullah’s release from gaol and the Maharaja's signature to the Treaty of Accession. With few alternatives, the Maharaja then signed the Treaty of Accession that conferred the entirety of the territory of erstwhile Jammu & Kashmir to the Union of India. Note: The erstwhile J & K refers to the Kashmir, Jammu, and Ladakh as discussed earlier.

Once the Treaty was put to paper, the Indian army carried an aerial survey. Troops were then airlifted and dropped into Kashmir to fight the invaders, who were stationed 30 miles off Srinagar. Meanwhile, Sheikh Abdullah focused the Muslim support against Pakistan. In the hostilities that followed, the Indian army, in spite of its lack of experience successfully held off the invaders.

Myopic visions

The birth of the UN in 1945 witnessed Nehru kow – towing to the same. In a liberalist stance, he requested the UN to intervene and settle the war on Kashmir, much against the wishes of Sardar Vallabhai Patel. Nehru went to the UN when India was in a position of strength, and more time could have warded off Pakistan from Kashmir territory. In a spate of myopic vision, the UN mandated a ceasefire when Pakistan held close to 35% of Kashmir territory, and it was dubiously accepted by Nehru. This was a nail on the coffin for the Indian forces who had successfully defended the integrity of the new nation of India. Thus Pakistan now came to hold the Northern areas that had Gilgit, Hunza, etc. and the western parts of Muzaffarabad, Uri, Punch.

The Kashmir conflict still persists today as much as it existed then. Kashmir serves as a strategic location, and the control of the remaining 35% of the Kashmir (Azad Kashmir) helps Pakistan maintain a regular momentum of infiltration activities and covert strikes. Nehru’s stance reflected a shocking acquiescence of Indian integrity. This is the Kashmir conflict. India and Pakistan have traded 3 wars over Kashmir.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Khan, Kajol, and Karan

Disappointing fare. My Name is Khan is a letdown of sorts. If you were expecting the travails of an autist, stay away. If you were expecting a pensive case of blurring of Muslim Identity in the US, I reckon you could watch New York from the Yash Raj stable.

Not that My Name is Khan is slipshod. It is faintly scripted. The film holds immense promise in the opening minutes, but then waywardly yawns to the typical Karan Johar style: love, cush, and Kajol (come on, its a KJ film!). In a title that veritably elevates the film to higher levels, little justice is done.

Rizwan Khan (Shah Rukh Khan) portrays the role of a autistic man, afflicted with Asperger's syndrome. He flies to the US to stay along with his brother (Jimmy Shergill) and his wife (Wow, isn't she beautiful!) played by Sonya Jehan. He is commisioned to market his brother's company's beauty products and thereby he meets Mandira, a divorced Hindu girl (Kajol), who has a son from her previous marriage, Samir. Sparks fly, Rizwan makes Mandira fall in love with him (Sweet Autist!) and all's well. Period.

The second half screeches open with the traumatic instance of 9/11. The identity of the Muslim is thrown into question, as Americans commence to view all Muslims as potential terrorists. At one such instance, Kajol's life changes forever, and Khan (being the uber non-socialite that he is) finds it hard to comprehend the fuss all around. He is then seethingly reprimanded by Mandira: to go find the US President and let him know that Muslims are not terrorists. Then in a Forrest Gumpic style, Rizwan begins his journey to meet the President and his journey is chronicled.

Karan Johar has definitely moved up the ladder as a filmmaker. Metaphorical scenes are many in the screenplay. Examples include scenes that show the Muslim-identity question, and they have been done quite brilliantly. But, the film slags in its pace, and loses the plot by the end. Did Kjo want it to be hard-hitting? Or did he want an entertainment fare at the end of it all? Films like these leave a global stamp(owing to the overtime marketing), and I reckon the film maker to handle it more seriously, keeping in mind the potential the film had. Kjo, if you want a romantic film, go make a romantic film, and stick to your strengths. They are misplaced in this movie.

Shah Rukh is apt in his portrayal. He doesn't let his scene go off the hooks, and keeps a taut grip on the story. Kajol is pretty, gorgeouos, ravishing, matured, boisterous. Cinematography is par exellence (Ravi K Chandran). Other characters do justice to their rule. Music gels well to the story. So that's five thumbs up! Where the film fails is at the story and scripting.

Nevertheless, watch it once. It's already made a lot of money. Burn your pockets.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

AC MILAN vs MANCHESTER UNITED


David Beckham is hard to miss. With the Champions League match between AC Milan and Manchester United today, it becomes a little more than impossible to obfuscate Beckham. That said, debates range from the speculative to the statistical about Beckham's qualities as a footballer. After proving his mettle at Manchester United, and Real Madrid, it was a setback to move out to the USA. Loaning him to AC Milan proved to be a masterstroke by Capello, and the player warmed to this initiative. He has exhibited fine skill throughout his career, sans the dribbling of Ronaldo, and the pace of Giggs. Yet, Beckham stuck to his natural strengths and reading of the game. And boy has he grown! In contemporary football, he is one of the those few who epitomize dedication, work, practice, and overall intelligence. A lot view Beckham as a mere model, but it would deem wise to accord him a better place: one of a responsible footballer and an appropriate role model.

AC Milan, apart from Beckham, have also Seedorf, Pirlo, and a few others who are indisputably, masters of the Champion League games. They might not run all over the pitch, but their ability to read and construe the game in seconds might be all that matters. Manchester United, on the other hand are buoyed by a run in form for Wayne Rooney, who has been the lynch-pin of the team this season. Alex's team building abilities are paying rich dividends, and Manchester United are threatening in the second half of the season. Victory at the San Siro might be the due for the Red Devils; the gaffer is certain to be relishing this mouth watering tie.

Monday, December 21, 2009


"Baasha Paadhi, Sivaji Paadhi kalandhu seidha kalavai naan" screams Vettaikaran. Some novelty in the story or screenplay could have indeed earmarked a new beginning for Vijay, but alas, the movie makes Perarasu look like James Cameron.

It was a first day outing for me with my friends, and we were forced to straddle in queues to finally land tickets for the same. After all the hoopla, we settled in less-than-cozy seats. That was ok, in tune with our deplorable propensities for mass-oriented movies. Bats flying in the theatre, people screaming, papers thrown set the tone. We were all revved up. Over to the movie, friends. The beginning frames a certain police officer who an ambitious young fellow wants to emulate. And surprise of surprise, the young lad is none other than Vijay himself! Now, what was I expecting in a Vijay movie? (rhetorical) Whistles flew. We went berserk. People screamed. Nevertheless, Vijay's entry was usurped from Pokkiri sans the flying vegetables. And after that, It is Vijay all the way. The film holds a fair amount of promise in the first half, but shockingly, fails to build up on the same momentum in the second and proves irritable.

Vijay (hold your breath!) is a 12th standard yet-to-pass student awaiting his results for the fourth time. And although unsurprising for the audience, he clears his papers this time. In view of his ambitions of becoming a police officer in the lines of a certain Devaraj(Srihari), he goes to Chennai. He meets his lady love Anushka on the way, and loses his kidney...sorry, heart to her. Sukumari and Vijay form a potent combination and bring relief with few comic exchanges. Vijay (Police Ravi) befriends Uma (Sanchita Padukone), a zombie who rents her father's auto for him to earn while he learns. Soon after, The zombie Uma is abused by Chella (Ravishankar), a local goon (Truly beats me as to why the zombie was abused!) Vijay goes to teach him a lesson, and the stunts are commendable. Vijay later realises that the goon is a son of a greater goon, Vedanayagam (Salim Ghouse) who makes a return to Tamil films. What happens after is left to anyone's guess, and does not require intellect. The second half sparks to life, although fizzes out as soon as it sparks (like the "kuruvi vedi", pun intended).

The Vijay-Anushka combo looks good on screen, and the songs are refreshing to an otherwise sombre venture. A little spice in the storyline could have worked wonders for the Ilayathalapathi ,who surprisingly, chooses to toe the same line, yet again, and again, and again.

Guffaws:

Vijay's character of a 12th standard student. Reminds me of a certain Satyaraj comedy, from 0:41 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zdo3HrmNoEg

Points to look for:

Exchanges between Vijay and Sukumari

Indubitable color xerox of Baasha, Sivaji, Pokkiri, etc. in the movie. More marks for guessing more films.

Character Suicide of Salim Ghouse. Why was he in the movie in the first place? He made Vijay look like an acting genius.

When Vijay sings 'Thaai pechai miradhe' in the opening song, skimpily clad women dancers (thaaikulam) are around him. How hypocritical!

Throw the zombie outta the movie!

I really am lost with words to review this movie. Watch it for the songs and the first half. Period.

P.S: At you own risk

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Rendezvous with my blog

Hello There! Been a shocker to see my blog in existence. It always tempts you to write, doesn't it? A ravenous affair, I should mutter. Well, I am close to packing my bags in one of the IT majors that has been housing me for the past, well, a magnanimous 2 years. Tut, tut, nothing to do with my performance (love that Disney like imagination of yours!). My propensity lies elsewhere, and the brace reinforced the veracity of the same. Barring the fact that there is nothing much to hunt in a services major, I have been successful in adding a certain biological/chemical/metabolic value to my being: my weight. As I walk out in a few days, there is a certain pride and a definite sense of achievement that I can truly carry forward.


I: Why?
Me: Of course yes!
Myself: No way!


And so, repeated iterations of the above sample conversation have fostered direction in my case, as I map Genesis II - Re-beginning. The dialogue was tortuous, albeit establishing a vantage point. All angels & demons, gods & spirits, the dead and the living dead have walked out from my life, sore with my constant coquetry with atheism. Do I stand on the verge of life?

Friday, February 15, 2008


Dark nights
A rainy day it was,
Wading thro’ flooded streets,
The good roads non existent,
A dark night it was going to be.

Walking with my classmates,
Amusing an unusual phenomenon,
The heavy rains, I meant.
I nudged alongside my mates,
Holding on to deserted crates,
God bless them,
For I had seen road at ten.

My happiness exits as soon as it enters,
The trains cancelled; an expected matter,
I stranded amidst muddy pools and waters.

Off I went, with little money to be spent,
To catch the bus in the rush,
Hush! Hush! Hush!
I am wading thro’ the waters again.

The lightning strikes,
As I cross some parked bikes,
Scan at people walking and trotting,
Across the other end of the rotting road.

It was there I saw,
Beneath the beautiful sky,
Above the sacred earth,
A flash in my mind,
A beautiful girl,
Set my heart on fire,
The wind, a smooth zephyr,
Drowned me in the elemental ether.

The beautiful girl,
Was one I had seen,
But not been, and a chill passed up my spleen.

Ripples in my heart,
Feeling blood flow thro’ the body,
I fell from grace,
I felt human again.
Some guts I garnered,
And bits of speech I bantered,
But her beauty amidst the dark night,
Reminded me of the Arabian nights,
And Chinese kites.

She was a fairy tale,
Looking gorgeous and hale,
A surreal energy accompanying me,
But words deserting me,
Felt numb down the knee.

The mystery of the life,
The mystery of the universe,
The mystery of the creator,
The mystery of love,
The mystery of death,
Time stood still.
The heaven’s opened up,
I fell in love.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

And then, there was light!


The new year's passed by. I was sleepy when the first rays of 2008 greeted me. I, for a moment could see the entire of 2007 pass in a flicker. Issues, that rocked me and were rocking were aplenty. I guess I had let the entire year pass by, and had not any specifics tattooed to my inner self. Well, specifics not on terms of mere credentials, but they add that minimal meaning to the purpose of our existence. Joining Infosys being the high point of the year, and that point being partly aided by the fact that my joining date coincided with the unearthing of the new 7 wonders of the world; led to quite a frenzy of number logic from my mom. It was a day that wouldn't step out of my memories; no, not for the numbers; those moments would forever be pressed on to my finer being. All's good. Period.

I get up from the bed and happily nudge myself into the living room. I am wished by my mom and the aunt who's come over from Bombay. Birthday wishes, they were and strikingly, it has been almost a month since the new year passed. I am in into my year 22 of existence. The training's done at Infy and I am into a project over which my dad happens to be very happy about. But, I think. And I am still thinking. Something doesn't seemingly set in. What was that? Life sucks? No. The new bike? No. Like for the job? No. Love for the job? No. Passion? Bingo! The passion's conspicuous by its absence. It is the defining factor and I can feel that void. Men have made and moved armies, built societies, spoken about singularities and sex, not by mere adrenalin, but passion in their being and doing. It drove them to do things that seemed outright crazy and preposterous for their fellow beings. Life has offered me glimpses of it, but they have remained mere sneak peeks. It is in us to shed mortal coils and step into the fab world of impossibilities. I guess, it was there, that humans figured that the impossible was very possible. Contentment at a mere peep would amount to murder. A plunge. Perhaps. Living there. An unwavering yes. But where? And how?

My journey begins.