Sunday, December 11, 2016

Obsession with death

Obsession with death
Man has always been obsessed with death. He has made elaborate rituals to be followed after someone dies and perpetuates the myth that somehow these rituals will lead to the Nirvana of the soul. The ancient man who did not have a lot of resources at his disposal to carry on elaborate rituals that entailed a lot of expenses had to rely on his wits to give a proper burial and show respect.
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The Egyptians made the funeral an art form where the rich spared no expense to give the proper burial to the deceased. It started with building a massive often underground crypt that took years to make so every Pharaoh was pre occupied with his posterity long before his time came. He undertook the construction of his pyramid or underground crypt and closely supervised the construction with emphasis on details like his wars, his life story, his reign and his good deeds all to be written or painted in hieroglyphs on the walls of his crypt with painstaking details. He saw his sarcophagus where he will sleep for eternity and instructed it to be decorated with gold and precious jewels.
He told his minions exactly what he will need in his afterlife that often included his concubines among many other precious things so these poor women who probably hated the old man had to be buried alive and the tomb sealed. Then the ghouls took over who were specialists in the art of preserving the body because it was no simple affair. It took weeks and months to do it by wrapping the entire body in scented linen soaked in preserving fluids after removing all the organs and emptying the skull of its contents and keeping them well preserved in myopic jars separately. The inside of the body was then filled with body preserving substances.
Then the body now called mummy was placed inside the decorated wooden casket that looked like the Pharaoh embellished with gold leaf and painted beautifully by the expert artists in myriads of colors. This was then placed inside the sarcophagus that was often carved out of solid granite or alabaster while the victims to be buried alive trembled in fear. These were the elaborate and very expensive rituals for the rich in Egypt long time ago.
The poor people who did not have such resources did the best they could and buried their dead in the desert often marking the spot with a simple rock.
The Romans were very practical people so they did not believe in all these elaborate rituals of Egyptians whom they considered decadent and inbreeding effeminate so they made huge bonfire and reduced their dead into ashes because it was the practical thing to do and hygienic too. The Hindus were also very practical person who perhaps learned a thing or two from the Romans or was it the other way around? The history does not say.
The Native Americans who followed and hunted the wild game for their sustenance did not have a permanent settlement because of their constant moving camps so had to seek a way to give a proper burial to their departed souls so they wrapped the bodies and often placed them high in trees to keep out the wild animals or covered with piles of stones where there were no trees.
So different people in different parts of the world developed their own methods and rituals that are still followed today although elaborate mummy making has gone out of style in most parts because no one has that kind of money. The pyramids and the crypts are for the tourists to see and photograph although I am sure it was not the original idea. The thieves over the years made a beeline to the crypts and broke into them to steal what they could to sell in the black market and still do. Just go to the remote villages in Egypt and pass the word around that you are looking for stolen artifacts and soon some thieves will show up with goods wrapped in dirty clothes and bargain hard to get the most value.
This is how the parchments of ancient Biblical texts called the lost gospels of Judas etc. were discovered. The illiterate villagers did not know the value of it so probably sold it for a pittance but that is getting away from the main story here.
When I was working in Mali, West Africa, I came to know about a strange and gruesome ritual still being practiced in the rural parts of the Ivory Coast where they buried heads of people along with the deceased so the Malian farm workers were often the victims. I saw one such grave myself in the northern part of the Ivory Coast. It is so bad that when some old geezer croaks or about to croak who was a village chief or a clan chief, the Malian farms worker just flee because hanging around is not good for their health so to speak. This has given rise to bounty hunters who supply the required heads for a price and perform a service. They also make 100% profit so it is a good business all round.
But the Christians  started the practice of burial although some did not fare so well and were fed to the lions alive by the Romans in the early part of their history  thus saving considerable expense and feeding the lions as well who were always kept hungry for such feasts. Romans were penny pinchers in such matters and claimed the practicality of it too because to them the Christians were just lion food for free.
They also decorated both sides of the Appian highway with the severed heads of their victims of war on stakes to show their aesthetic sense as well .Thankfully the Romans have gone now and the Appian highway is just for the camera toting tourists who take photos of anything just in case they miss something during their prepaid short and organized tours.
So I too walked the Appian highway once to see what was there to see with a German boy in tow and found a restaurant by the road side that looked very inviting so we went in for a cold beer but was surprised to find no one inside. This was very strange so we walked out pronto because we had seen too many mafia movies and did not want to investigate further. Who knew what we could have found?
So further down the road we came upon a sign that showed the way to a vast underground city of the dead  and sure enough a large group of tourists who were being lectured by a guide while they clicked their cameras furiously. We then joined the crowd because the guide could not remember all the faces anyway .To him perhaps all these weird foreigners looked alike so we took advantage of this fact and joined the tour for free.
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We descended a steep ramp that brought us to dimly lit tunnels that extended for kilometers and were so vast that no one had fully mapped them while the guide kept on saying that people should stay close to him at all the time and no one should venture out on his own. Many have died doing so and never could find their way out of the maze. On the walls on both sides of the tunnels were hand dug crypts stuffed with skeletons of untold number of Christians who were thus buried in secret. The Romans were after live victims and were not really interested in dead people anyway so these underground places remained hidden for centuries until someone in the tourist department thought of a way to make some money out of it, hence the guided tours.
But just go to Rome and Paris and you will come across some gruesome places where the bones are kept. Just in the vicinity of the Roman coliseum, there is a place where you have to climb the stairs to a height of some 60 feet or so to come to a door on a massive wall and will not realize what is inside until you step in and go past the tourist traps and cheap trinkets, photos etc for sale room and enter deeper after paying the obligatory entrance fee. This place is run by the monks of some order who collected bones for centuries and arranged them in an artistic way so all the thigh bones are placed together in a floral way  
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and all the finger bones in another way and the skulls together. Some of these monks must have been sick to take pleasure in this sort of hobby but it is good for business and the yokels pay to see these morbid collections so they feel that probably their effort was worth it after all. I warn you that in such tourist traps, photography is strictly prohibited because they want you to buy their expensive slides and photos although they cannot keep an eye on everyone so I am sure some people try.
Paris is another city where they have vast underground tunnels under the very street you are walking on without any awareness of what lies underground. They say that hundreds of thousands of skeletons are piled up there since no one knows when and no one cares. The locals avoid them like plague but the gullible tourists are another matter.  During the last war the French insurgents hid in these tunnels that the Germans did not dare to pursue because they did not know the extent of it but the locals knew. Now some drug addicts and weirdoes take shelter there because no one bothers them. They are also not afraid of ghosts that might still be lurking there.
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Now let us go to Ghana and see what they do when someone croaks. They make very elaborate coffins that look like a coke bottle or a jalopy and paint them in cheerful colors. The makes and the models of these coffins come in numerous shapes and sizes and are only limited by the imagination of the coffin maker. Now why would anyone want to be buried in a coke bottle is another matter that is perhaps not worth writing about so I will move on. Some traditions are just too weird.
Coming to Asia where the Hindus practice simple rituals have made funeral also simple. People in the community volunteer to carry the deceased in a quickly made bamboo stretcher to the cremation ground where after some bargaining with the undertaker they make a huge pile of wood to burn the body. It does not make any impression on them that millions of trees are felled for this purpose all over the country because it is the tradition.
Hindus do not value the body and take the Biblical words dust to dust seriously .The followers of Jesus could learn a thing or two from the practical Hindus who probably picked it up from the Romans or the Greeks. Good practises usually find their way into a culture if it saves them money.
But here in the Philippines it is a different matter. Here when someone dies, the hospital quickly informs the Funeral parlors that they have hit a jackpot so they waste no time in getting the body because there is a fierce competition among the parlors and a fight to get into the action is not unheard of. The hospitals also make a killing from the commission they earn from the funeral parlors. They are all commissioners here. They also hold the body until all the bills are paid so the bill meter keeps running at full speed if the relatives cannot come up with the money.
Once the deceased is in the hands of the funeral parlor people, they hold the relatives captive with their elaborate and expensive funerals packages. These packages include the rental of the hearse, cost of the coffin, balloons, band playing “I did it my way” ( Sinatra probably turns in his grave) or some such melody, guides to control the crowd or guide through the traffic, church services, embalming and many such sundry items to jack up the price of the “Puckage” as they call it. Now there are cremation services being offered as well in some places but the cost of the “puckage” still remains high because they have to charge for the electricity. ( the imported oil makes it expensive  etc.)
I still do not know how poor people can afford to pay ransom like this because death spares no one.The cost of purchasing a piece of land in the cemetery can be very high but don’t worry. They take credit cards and you can pay off the bill over a long period of time including the interest of course.
In America the business of funeral is run by professionals who promise to take care of everything for you for a hefty fee that you can pay using your plastic card. They have fancy air conditioned waiting rooms with nice chairs where they play music while the body burns in an oven. Later they will offer you a cheap ceramic jar to bring the ashes home but here again it is a part of the package deal you can seldom opt out of.  Those who prefer burial in a cemetery have nothing to worry about either. There too the parlor will arrange for an alcoholic old priest to say a few words that he has memorized by heart and delivers flawlessly because he has a lot of practice. He is not called a funeral priest for nothing.
So dying is a profitable business all around no matter how you cut it. But the Japanese and the Chinese have taken the business a step further being also a practical people. As you know Japan is a small rocky country for the most part so finding a grave site is harder than finding the hen’s tooth. Now they have built multi storied buildings in the heart of big cities everywhere that are called columbarium here in the Philippines but I do not know what they call in Japanese.  There you have rows after neat rows on both sides of the alleys on every floor the niches where people keep the ashes in jars. The name plate and other info are printed on a plaque to identify the owner of the ashes. It is all done very professionally by well dressed men and women who take their jobs very seriously and charge a pretty penny or Yen for it.
This solves the problem of finding a field where they can bury people. They have taken a step further by building   skyscrapers where on some floor you can play electronic golf and on other floors a columbarium or fancy shops selling Sony play stations and other stuff. It is all business after all. The Japan Inc has earned its name well.
The Chinese on the other hand make fancy grave stones carved with Chinese letters and painted in gold colors, embellished with a dragon or two to signify the wealth of the deceased. You just have to go to Hong Kong and visit some of these sites to know how lavish they can get. However, when it comes to lavishness, no one can beat the Mexican drug lords. There they start building their very fancy and elaborate mausoleums in marble and granite to make sure that they have a good place to lie dead in because they never know when the police will catch up with them to shorten their mortal lives.
If you go to their funerals, you will know who their associates are just like the mafia funerals in the US where the FBI people show up dressed as undertakers or gardeners but it may not be good for your health if you know what I mean. Mexican cemeteries are full of such elaborate mausoleums. These crooks perhaps visited Taj Mahal at some time in their lives or saw photos.
Now I come to the last part to discuss why posterity is so important to some people and why some people obsess with death so much. Among the Hindus death means just a transition to a new life somewhere else because of their belief in reincarnation. The body is discarded like old cloth and new clothes are put on meaning a new life somewhere so nothing remains of a person, not even the ashes that are thrown away in the Ganga river. A photo is hung on the wall for a while but that too disappears after a generation so no one knows who they were.
But in other cultures that are heavily influenced by the Christian faith, people practice elaborate rituals and pay for all the expenses. Then every year on the All Soul’s Day they gather in the cemeteries to clean the grave, paint it and put joss sticks and keep a watch for thieves who steal expensive bouquets of flowers to sell them somewhere else. Here in the Philippines this annual ritual often ends up in murder when someone tries to muscle out someone for a parking slot or over other simple matters.
So people obsess because their culture demands it, their tradition demands it and some people show off their wealth at the time of funeral. In other cultures they do not demand it so people keep it simple.
I really appreciate one thing about the Muslims. They say that in death everyone is equal so a Saudi King is buried in a simple wrap in a grave just like a pauper and the emperor of India Aurangjeb is buried by the roadside covered only by earth. They do not obsess with what happens after they are gone. May be that is something to think about seriously. I know that I do.


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Thursday, December 8, 2016

The military industrial complex

The military industrial complex:
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Synopsis : The countries fight wars for various reasons and to support the war,they set up vast military industrial complexes to make war materials that later become their prime export earners to fuel other wars. Such complexes are never dismantled after the war in the name of preserving jobs so it comes under scrutiny here.


On a day of infamy on December 7, 1941, the skies over Pearl Harbor in Hawaii suddenly filled with fighter bombers with the emblem of the rising sun on their wings. No one knew what was happening  but it did not take them long to find out when the bombers dived  low over the navy yards and dropped their bombs like rain on unsuspecting sailors who were going about their routine of scrubbing the decks.
They looked up in horror and saw ships after ships ablaze and people dying all around them in very large numbers. This had never happened on American soil until then so there was panic everywhere. The fact that this attack on Pearl Harbor happened  as a result of economic warfare that the US was waging on Japan was over looked by the uneducated and the patriots alike and a sense of outrage prevailed that led the US to declare war on Japan soon.
Up until then the war was being fought in Europe to contain or defeat Hitler but now another front opened up gobbling up resources that were meant to fight the war in Europe. The Americans realized for the first time that they had a worthy adversary in Japan that had brought war to their safe and secure shores and had destroyed in a short time the entire Pacific fleet of US war ships and planes on the ground without any inkling of what was to come.
The US government had mobilized their factories to produce war materials to fight the war in Europe which was taking its toll. The Nazi submarines played havoc on supply ships and made a graveyard of them in the Atlantic so they needed more ships, more guns , more bombs  and more planes to drop them with. But now with the war with Japan starting in the east, they made more war materials , ships and weapons that MacArthur needed to defeat the enemy so the factories worked 24, 7 to produce them in large quantities.
There was such a shortage of rubber, tin, steel and metals of all kind that people were asked to collect them and the factories then melted them down to make weapons and munitions. The whole country woke up to this new reality that their homeland was under threat for the first time so they had to do what they could to protect it. The citizens of Japanese descent living peacefully were rounded up and placed under guard in concentration camps like Manzanar in the middle of nowhere and the rabble excited by these opportunities looted their beautiful homes and treated their fellow citizens in this abominable way that caused deep and lasting anguish among the people of Japanese descent.
Now let us see what happened after the war was over. Hitler was defeated and people hung Mussolini by the lamp post. But the Japanese were still fighting on in the Pacific and had to be dealt with so a secret group of scientists developed the ultimate weapon of war called the atomic bomb and the eager military men convinced the government that dropping the bomb on Japan was the only way to end the war because they were taking heavy casualties everywhere.
The rest is known. USA was the only country in history to ever use the bomb on civilians in Hiroshima and Nagasaki that killed hundreds of thousands of civilians and left a legacy of death and destruction a single bomb could cause. It ended the war surely so the soldiers could go home to their mundane lives in their backwaters somewhere.
But the military industrial complex that produced the war materials remained and were refurbished after the war to continue to make planes, tanks and bombs that has not stopped since 1945. If anything, it has grown to be the most sophisticated military industrial complex on the planet and has become the number one arms exporter of the country earning them billions of dollars in revenue and keeping hundreds of thousands of people in jobs of making bombs and bullets.
Selling of weapons, planes and tanks to countries that want them to fight their war with their neighbors has kept these factories going and even expanding, such are the demands. The weapons have become more sophisticated and lethal and demand a hefty price tag that many countries are willing to pay to acquire them but it also give USA the power to dictate its terms and conditions for the sale of weapons. If the clients want more of them then they must agree to the terms or else the spare parts and future deliveries might be in jeopardy.
USA has dominated this industry because it is so profitable. When the military hardware are destroyed in a proxy war somewhere, there is no problem. New shipment will be made albeit at a higher price. There is such a demand for the military hardware that the factories in the US cannot supply them fast enough.
The worker who makes bombs and bullets in these vast factories does not care where it goes and where it is used because that is not for him to know. He is just an employee who gets his paycheck on time that keeps him and his family in gravy.  The fact that these bombs and bullets are raining down on civilians in the Middle East or somewhere else does not bother him because he just makes them.
If the US does not make war materials then someone else will and supply the clients. The governments make more money from the sale of planes and tanks than the shiploads of food that the poor countries can’t pay for anyway. One fighter jet can cost 150 million dollars that could build thousands of homes, feed a million people for a year or build scores of schools and hospitals but that is not the priority of the seller. It is just good business to make the hardware and sell it to those who want it. What they do with it is not the seller’s problem.
So the United States has not been able to move away from this business of making war materials after the last world war because it is just good business because there is always a war to fight somewhere. Yesterday it was Vietnam, today the Middle East and tomorrow who knows where but surely there will be always wars and it will mean windfall profit for the makers of war materials.
The logic is like what the godfather said in the movie. ” If we don’t sell it, someone else will so we might as well keep control of it”. They were talking about drugs but it could apply to military hardware as well. Many countries spend more money on war materials than on food for the poor, housing, schools and hospitals.
The Pentagon employees number in thousands who control this vast network of factories and what they make. They keep close tabs on the production, schedules, inventory, delivery dates, supply of raw materials to make these weapons and thousand other sundry items. They study new weapon systems, new technologies to make the bombs smarter and kill more people. They study how to automate the wars by the drones and the officers then visit the factories to see what is going on.
These military men who are responsible for the delivery of weapons and planes and tanks to the clients are wined and dined by them to get the most favorable terms and the most lethal of weapons.
People often resort to war to solve their problems of a bad dictator, bad neighboring country or bad something or other instead of talking and negotiating for a solution. Sometimes a war is brought to them even if they did not threaten the US like using the Gulf of Tonkin issue to start the war in Vietnam or using fake reports of WMD that Saddam Hussein was accumulating so he had to be stopped. Who cared if Hans Blix was right and they were wrong? A war had to be fought and money to be made in Iraq.
This is the logic. The money has to be made and the factories must keep on going to keep thousands employed. So as long as this logic is used, there will be always a client somewhere that will justify a new war, a new fake report of WMD or a new Gulf of Tonkin or Persia somewhere.
I could imagine a beautiful world without war, refugees, starvation and mutilation, without destruction of once beautiful cities, schools and hospitals. I could imagine what a wonderful world it would be totally at peace where everyone had food, shelter, clothes, education and means to earn a good living. I could imagine a world where there will no more AIDS, Cancer, Malaria and other diseases. But I know that it is a Utopian dream and will remain so unless the welfare of people comes first and money making from war comes a distant millionth.



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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The joys of festivals.


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Synopsis : Who does not know the joys of festivals? This is the time when we all let down our guards and purely enjoy the colors, the sounds and the rituals that the festivals offer in every country. Life would be boring without the festivals.



When I was in Algeria working in Mostaganem, I was invited by my office mates to the Id ul Fitr festival in their village. This was unprecedented because in India the Moslems never invite you to their festivals and the Hindus do the same so I never had a chance to see how the Muslims celebrated until then.

So very happily I took the bus to their village and found my friends waiting for me at the bus stop to bring me to their home. There I was received like a royalty and made comfortable. Then the feast began that included very sumptuous meals of delicious lamb mutton on couscous with raisins and many side dishes. The ladies of the house kept bringing more food and urged me to eat but I was so full I could burst. They put the food in a big platter from which everyone eats.

The couscous is a national dish of Algeria but also for the entire Maghreb that includes Tunisia in the east and Morocco in the west and is made of bulgar wheat kernels that are cooked to perfection with butter and raisins. It is really very good   when topped with delicious lamb.

Later we were given water that was kept in a goat skin bag hung from a tree that was sweet and fragrant because they put some herbs in it and I was told that the goat skin cools the water and makes the water so nice to drink.
We then went to see a movie but I can’t remember what it was all about but do remember their superb hospitality because not once they asked about my religion and I theirs and showed me friendship that is hard to believe. 

I have seen this hospitality in Muslims when I was asked to stay with the farm manager of Oued Rhiou where I was staying in a barn full of insecticide and fertilizer. The farm manager called Mohamed invited me to stay at his house because he felt that I as an Ingenieur should not stay in a barn .I was doing some research and experiments on rice in that area so with some trepidation I moved in with him and stayed there for a month. His lovely and young wife prepared my room and put a radio and a flask of water.

This would never happen in India where the separation due to religion is rigorously maintained and my Muslim classmates would never invite me to their festivals but in Algeria it was different and they saw nothing wrong in inviting a Hindu to their home and during their festivals.

I think the time of festivals is the time to bring people of different culture together so that a bond is created and greater understanding is made of how other people live. The festivals are a time when people relax and enjoy because it is such a respite from the drudgery of routine life. It is the time to make merry, eat fabulous food, wear new clothes and shoes, clean and whitewash the dwellings, make new friends and bring joy to the routine life of the average man.

The farmers made the harvest festival the highlight of their hard life of plowing, planting and harvesting so it was their way to show thanks to the harvest patron saint called San Isidro de Labrador here in the Philippines but all over the world, the farmers show their appreciation to their saints and Gods for the bumper harvest so they celebrate.

Among the Sikhs, they dance in joy after the harvest in very colorful clothes when men and women all dance together in steps called Bhangra dance which is truly amazing. You would not believe that those burly Sikhs could dance so nimbly.

In Mexico which is a Catholic country, they have huge festivals after the harvest  when they dance, sing and put out dazzling display of native costumes along with sumptuous meals and tequila that makes some people go overboard but they enjoy it just the same.
In America the farming is mostly done by large corporations and massive mechanization by which they have edged out the small private farmers so their festivals do not have much to do with farming as such but more to do with their national holidays like 4th of July or country fairs where kids bring in their sheep or goat or pigs for competition and win some prizes. This is to encourage children to raise animals in their farms and become successful farmers in the future.

The carnivals where the organizers put up Ferris wheels and merry-go-round for the kids to enjoy are professionals and not farmers but people enjoy just the same because it makes a break in their boring rural life. Various kiosks are set up to sell handicrafts and many things. The rodeos and country music keep people entertained. I attended one in Mojave desert town of Rosemond once.

I had the privilege of participating in many such festivals and carnivals in many countries and got to know how people enjoy. Once I was in Tokyo and joined their Bongodori festival  where people danced around  the drummers in their traditional clothes of yokatta and fancy kimonos and thoroughly enjoyed it even if I could not understand the Japanese music or their language because people accepted me as a participant and it did not matter to them that I was a foreigner.

This is the beauty of festivals when people open their hearts to strangers and try to make them feel welcome to join in their celebration. If you happen to be in Munich during their beer festival, you will be filled with beer until you cry uncle and made to dance with their buxom lasses who will throw in a few kisses at no extra charge just because everybody is celebrating and in a jovial mood.

I think that the joyful celebrations are very ancient in tradition in most countries because it served a very important social function. It brought people together to have fun and forget their petty differences and problems. In England the royalties organized May festivals when love was in the air so pretty young women and dashing young men danced together with an eye on their future bride or husband so it was called the spring festival after the long gloomy and often harsh winter to coincide with the nature’s bounty at that time.

In other countries like in India, there are numerous festivals mostly regional in nature but celebrated with pomp and pageantry that is breathtaking. Just go to Annam festival in Kerala sometime in October or Pushkar fair in Rajasthan in November or Bengali Durga Pooja in October and you will see a very different India at that time. Then there is Holi which is the color festival and Divali which is the festival of lamps just to name a few. What we as kids waited for anxiously each year the Durga Pooja festival when we got new clothes and shoes and when the parents were somewhat lenient so we tried to stretch the limit a bit but it was great fun just the same.

Once we were in Mexico city enjoying the celebrations there on the occasion of the feast of Guadalupe in front of the basilica of Guadalupe and were amazed at the sheer number of people dressed in Aztec fineries and feathers joyously dancing to music. The pick pockets were busy as well is another matter but we took lots of photos to remember that day.

In Africa where I spent quite some time of my life, I saw many dances in villages where the farmers and their kids enjoyed the fun after the harvest and often joined them dancing and beating their crude homemade cymbals making a racket.
Their balafonists and guitarists are superb to say the least and made music to liven up the crowd that waited to see the birdman and what he would do. This birdman was a mysterious fellow totally covered in feathers and wearing a mask of a bird who just chirped like a bird which was then interpreted by a shaman who asked questions regarding the weather, the harvest and sundry items and got his reply in chirps that he claimed to understand.  People enjoyed these shows immensely. The fire was kept going , the kids fell asleep and the women just let them lie in the dirt but the show went on until wee hours  such was their enthusiasm.

In Vietnam I was amused by their opera that they showed in small towns and were actually itinerant artists dressed in traditional flowing clothes who jumped and shrieked with the clash of cymbals and ear splitting flute music that kept people spell bound and entertained though I could not understand a word of it.  There was a serious war going on there in 1967 so people really needed this brief respite and enjoyed it.

Here in the Philippines the fiesta is taken seriously and all the barrios celebrate their patron saints all over the country but not on the same day so there is a fiesta going on somewhere every day. People prepare a lot of local dishes and offer to anyone who cares to eat it. The beer, the lambanog made from coconut sap and various other concoctions flow freely and some people get tipsy but hey it is fiesta. The fiesta of Lucban in Laguna is well known where their patron saint San Isidro de Labrador who is the saint of farmers is celebrated.

The tomato throwing festival in Spain, the chasing bulls and other dangerous sports are all part of their celebration where some people get hurt but hey it is only once a year so let us do foolish things and get dirty. Who cares?

I like safe festivals .The fire walking and piercing the cheek and nose etc. is not my thing but some people feel that fire walking is fun and do it every year even if they get burned. Running in front of crazy bulls who are hell bent on goring you is also not my thing but ask a Spaniard  why he takes such risks and he will say Oh it is fun. The bungee jumpers also claim it is fun until their rope snaps one day.


The point is that the festivals serve a very useful purpose of bringing people together. How else could I have tasted the wonderful lamb and couscous during their Id ul Fitr in Algeria if they had not invited me?



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Monday, December 5, 2016

The tyranny of traditions.

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Synopsis: Every country has it's tyranny of traditions. In Africa it can be welts and enlargement of lips while in other it may be the making the necks long with brass rings. The Indian traditions also call for the anointment of a Brahmin at a certain age with strict Hindu rituals that I had to undergo. But traditions fade if it is continued without any explanation or  meaning.




When I was 16 years old, I was told by my parents that I will have to undergo the ceremony that will proclaim me as a Brahmin. It is like a baptismal ceremony for the Christians when they dunk you in water to make you a good Christian as if the ceremony itself is paramount that will define you from then on.
They said that for me it was a necessary tradition because they had an obligation to anoint me as the good Brahmin because that is what the tradition called for. So the invitations were sent and food was prepared, gifts bought and the priest came to turn me into a good Brahmin in one shot.
On the given day a barber came to shave my head leaving a bit of rat tail that was a sure sign of a Brahmin and pierced my ears with a silver ring sharpened at the end but it hurt the same though I put up through all these inconveniences just so that the tradition was maintained.
I had to cover my head with a saffron cloth and ask for alms that people gave that was mostly money but I was not supposed to look at anyone just don’t ask me why because that too was the part of the tradition so I had to play my part. The girls who normally were shy to look at you and talk had a field day and I could hear their whispers but not see their faces because of the stupid veil and could not answer back so I let it pass. My day would come later when I will not have to cover my head in the cursed saffron cloth.
Then an uncle came to teach me some mantras in Sanskrit that I had to memorize and repeat everyday on demand like during the meal time. This is where it gets weird. I could not speak for one year during the meal time and could only nod or shake my head if I wanted something and I had to place bits of food in five places like a dice marked with dots for the ancestors before I ate my food. This was all part of being a fully fledged Brahmin now.
But the accoutrement that signaled my status of Brahmin was my sacred thread that I had to wear for the rest of my life. This thread with 14 strands in it signified that I was a Brahmin and the rat tail ensured it when people could not see my sacred thread which was hidden behind my undershirt. Don’t ask me why there were 14 threads and not more or less and what it meant because honestly I do not know because no one told me. So much of Hindu tradition entails a blind belief and people just have to follow the tradition without asking why. Those who ask too many questions are regarded with suspicion so it is better to keep quiet and get it over with so that you don’t rock the boat so to speak.
But the worst part was yet to come in the form of a wooden shoe called kharam that you had to wear while going to the holy river Ganga for some ceremonies. That too is part of the tradition but try walking in these infernal wooden shoes and you will know how hard it is to maintain this tradition in this day and age.
To make the matter worse, this piece of tradition was designed perhaps intentionally to make life difficult for the Brahmin just to remind him that being a Brahmin meant making some sacrifices. I had blisters to prove that I made more than my fair share .Walking several kilometers to the river was not only painful but extremely awkward because the shoe had only a platform and a peg that you had to hold with your big toe and the next one to it and no straps so the damn thing kept sliding left or right under my feet which was really an experience I will not wish my enemies to go through as a punishment.
Luckily like some traditions, it lasted only a short time just to satisfy the traditionalists so I never wore those infernal wooden shoes again because I did not have to. That is the funny part of tradition. No one will ask you later why you discard all the traditions like wearing the sacred thread and wooden shoes and cut off your rat tail because once you are a Brahmin, you remain one just like the Christians after the dunking in the cold water.
This was brought home when one day I happened to be bathing in the Ganga river when a fellow asked me to fetch some water for him so I took his brass pot, filled it with water and handed it to him when all of a sudden he realized that OMG I was a Brahmin may be because my sacred thread was showing and fell on his knees because he felt that he had committed a sin by asking a Brahmin to fetch water for him and was inconsolable.
This is the power of being a Brahmin that the Hindus try to perpetuate through the ceremony because the Brahmin is at the top of the society where he commands respect and certain benefits that accrue from it although it seems so archaic these days.  The constitution does not favor the Brahmins like in the old days but go to any river in South India to bathe, and you will be chased away by the fanatics who say that the ghats are reserved for the Brahmins only.
For female Brahmins, they must wear silk saris and a nose pin of diamond otherwise they are not Brahmins. This happened to my sister who was not allowed to bathe just because they did not believe that she was a true blooded and very respectable Brahmin because she did not have a nose pin and was not wearing silk at that time.
Thus the tradition continues generation after generation perpetuating a myth that some people are born in the caste and cannot change it. This leads to all kinds of mischief because a higher caste policeman will not look into any complaint by a low caste woman who says she was raped and needs their help to find and arrest the culprit. Instead they will blame her for her rape because they may believe that the low caste women are unchaste and perhaps consented to sex for money and calling it a rape if the money was not paid or enough.
The caste system that has been practiced since who knows when is strictly maintained by the self declared guardians of the society who see advantages in maintaining the system perhaps just like the white supremacists of South Africa who maintain that they are a superior race therefore entitled to certain privileges. This is playing out again in many countries where the racist people are claiming once again their God given right to rule over other less fortunate mortals.
Now I see the tyranny of tradition in many countries where in the name of tradition people perpetuate certain privileges they expect from others just because it has always been so. But the younger educated generation has started to question the validity of these traditions like in India where the so called lower caste people are getting education and jobs and no longer feel that they are inferior to anyone.
The Brahmins conspired to keep the education to themselves and made it punishable for lower caste people to learn to read and write that would threaten the status quo and may diminish the power of the educated Brahmins. This was also true in many ancient civilizations like in Egypt and Mesopotamia but it has no meaning in this day and age.
The idea of continuing a ritual or a practice just because the tradition demands it eventually erodes the foundation of that tradition because you cannot ask blind obedience from a person with education because he will ask what and why of these traditions and discard them if he does not get good and convincing answers.
I know I have discarded them because no one could answer my questions and believe that they themselves did not know and followed blindly what their forefathers taught them.
One tradition that is still being followed blindly is the Sanskrit chants during the religious ceremonies. The priest says something that everyone must mimic even if they do not understand what the chants mean because no one understands Sanskrit. I suspect that many rogue priests do not know it either but no one can question their authority.
The Mullahs are smarter because they teach Arabic to the kids in their madarsas so that later they can read and understand Koran but the Indians learn some basic Sanskrit in high school that they soon forget. They are not required to read their religious Vedas and Upanishads in Sanskrit because no one does.
The Roman Catholics were required to hear the mass in Latin not too long ago so they mimicked without understanding a word of it until the Vatican relaxed the rules so now the mass is heard in their local languages which they understand.
But the Hindus believe in tradition so they continue their obsolete traditions and language like Sanskrit. It even convinced some people to start reading the news in Sanskrit that no one understood so was discontinued. This is the tyranny of tradition I am writing about.
You have to move with the times and not insist on traditions that have seen better days and are not being followed by the more educated and savvy generation that uses Google when looking for answers.
But in many countries, the tyranny of tradition continues. In Egypt it is the tradition to force females to undergo genital circumcision although it has been outlawed by the government there. Especially in rural areas such laws are not implemented so this barbaric practice continues even today. In other countries like Burma, they put brass rings around the neck of women to stretch them in the name of beauty. In Southern Ethiopia they have the tradition of inserting discs in the lower lips of women that their government is trying to discourage but to no avail. The welts created on the face and the body on some tribes in South Sudan to distinguish one tribe from another is also a tradition that continues although there are easier and less painful ways to gain distinction.
But I think the worst tyranny of tradition is found in India where the caste system is practiced and where the lower caste people are treated as untouchables and are denied their basic rights by the upper caste people.
May be someday this practice of discrimination will be discontinued as India modernizes and opens schools and job opportunities to all irrespective of their caste. The old people will die with their hateful traditions and the younger generation will learn to treat others with dignity and respect they deserve.


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Friday, December 2, 2016

A curse in Kashmir

A curse in Kashmir



Source : Google photo of Srinagar Dahl lake in Kashmir


Synopsis :  Kashmir is like a paradise where the dark shadow of curse has descended making people there suffer daily. It is a political and military stand off between two adversaries that seems to be at an impasse since 1947 .No one knows when this curse will be lifted and people  will regain their paradise.



A Mughal emperor said that “if there is a paradise, it is here, it is here, it is here”  He was talking about Kashmir that indeed was a paradise hundreds of years ago .

Imagine a cool place surrounded by snow capped lofty hills of the Himalayas and a lake so clear that you could see the bottom, where the shikaras plied with beautiful flowers, fruits and exquisite handicraft made by the nimble hands of beautiful women of Kashmir who came to your houseboats on the Dahl lake and looked at you with their emerald green eyes and all their simplicity and smiled in their innocence that melted your heart at once. This was Srinagar before the curse of Kashmir descended on them.
Imagine the scent of deodar trees and the pine needles in the air where the air is so pure and cold that it hurts the lungs but invigorates you. Imagine a people  mired in poverty but with the heart of gold .

That is the Kashmir the Emperors of India talked about when they said it is paradise  inhabited by truly wonderful people who were not only beautiful, they were generous and very friendly who welcomed all to their paradise.
Kashmir sits at the top of a great country called India where the paradise is in trouble ever since the Pakistani troops invaded parts of it and occupied it forcibly that brought the curse of poverty, warfare and bloodletting to a people so gentle that it devastated them.

It was the year of 1947 when the Maharaja Hari Singh of Kashmir said that his princely state of Kashmir will join India but the new country of Pakistan had other ideas and claimed the entire Kashmir just because there were some Muslims there and attacked Kashmir with large number of troops.

Mountbatten who was still the governor general of India during the partition refused to send in the army to defend Kashmir and drive out the invaders although he had the power to do so. This emboldened the Pakistanis and they advanced toward Srinagar the capital.

The Indian defense minister was Sardar Patel who said that the Indian army was ready to defend its territory and he should be authorized by the prime minister to do so but Nehru dithered and quickly signed a cease fire agreement sponsored by the newly founded United Nations that sealed the status quo called the line of control where the UN troops still patrol after 50 years of independence. So this tragedy was created by Nehru and his fear of a war with the neighbor. Mountbatten did not help in the matter for his own reasons but now all are dead and the cancer has spread to such an extent that the life for the Kashmiris who were peace loving and gentle people has become living hell.

If you go to Kashmir and visit Srinagar, you will find that the flower that was called Kashmir is wilting under the on slaught of heavy police and military presence everywhere making normal life difficult. North of Srinagar it gets worse near the line of control where the Indian troops concentrate and face the insurgents across the line of control and fire whenever the terrorists fire at them. There are constant exchanges of gunfire and people get killed on both sides although it must be said that the insurgents suffer the most as the Indian army is well equipped and trained and very well supplied.

The tourism that was the mainstay of the economy has come to an end and all the jobs that depended on tourism has vanished making a poor people poorer.
The barbed wires and land mines litter the defacto border that is like a heap of dry leaves that are ready to catch fire and burn the whole forest down. The situation is tense and extremely volatile but its effect on the population has been nothing less than catastrophic. People can’t move around frequently like they used to. They cannot get on with the normal lives like they used to. They do not know what is in the future and how the problem of Kashmir will be solved that was created by a fearful leader like Nehru who was advised not to sign the cease fire agreement and chase out the invaders militarily.

India has fought three wars with Pakistan since 1947 and the 4th one is in the offing. It is not a matter of if but when so both sides are arming themselves to their teeth with all kinds of weapons and the Muslim terrorists from Pakistan are running amok on the other side where they have established training camps and from where they plan their attacks on India.

Recently India surprised the terrorists on the other side with a sudden surgical strike and killed scores of them and destroyed their training camps but it does not solve the problem because the Pakistan government actively supports, trains, arms and funds these terrorists to cause mayhem in India. The attack on the Indian parliament and Mumbai a few years ago brought the two sides very close to war again but cooler heads prevailed so the troops were pulled back at the last hour.  But will the cooler heads prevail again if such a confrontation looms somewhere? No one knows.

Now look at the rest of India and see how it is making progress in agriculture, in industries, in the infrastructure development building new roads, bridges,  airports, school, hospitals, bringing electricity to all corners of the country, making the country digitally wired , expanding railway lines  and improving the government services . The GDP is growing at a fantastic rate and India is making phenomenal progress in every sector one can think of lifting millions out of poverty by giving them better opportunities while Pakistan lags behind except in their fervor of the hate campaign against India that has become their national agenda.

I was struck by the scene at a railway station one night somewhere waiting for my train when I saw a freight train pass by loaded with new military hardware like trucks, tanks, artillery etc. It took a long time for the train to pass through as it was at least one kilometer in length. India makes these hard wares  and the factories work 24, 7 to churn them out for only one purpose- to use them when the time comes to defend India.
Imagine the resources that are tied up in the manufacture of all these hard wares  that could be used somewhere else and help develop the country if there were no threats from outside?

Imagine if there was peace in Kashmir ? Imagine if Kashmir once again became the paradise it once was that could bring prosperity to its people? The tourism could flourish again creating jobs for everybody. The Kashmiri handicraft like pashmina shawls and carpets that are world famous for their design and quality could once again be made and the trade revived that would bring smile on their sad but beautiful faces.

The Indian government has not stopped building roads and railway lines to join Kashmir with the rest of the country even if the mountainous terrain poses serious challenges to the engineers. Many hydro electric dams have been built on a massive scale that generate power that are being distributed to remote villages for the first time.




























Source .. Google photo of a Kashmiri girl

Kashmir is a jewel that shines even if covered with the dirty rags of violence and uncertain future because the people of Kashmir are irrepressible and smile even through their misery and poverty.
No threat of war and insurgency can dampen their spirit to reclaim their lost place in the paradise. All they are asking is peace. Is that too much to ask?





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