Sandipan Deb writes in the Indian Express about the weaknesses of the Bengali character and specifically about the futility of the actions of the passionate Bengali, seen in the larger context of history. As an example of this, he tells us how insignificant the contribution of Bengali revolutionaries was to the freedom struggle and how incompetent Bengali freedom fighters (as opposed to those from other parts of the country) were on the whole. (the Bengalis could not even hit their targets).
But Bengali passion has traditionally been unproductive.Thousands of young Bengalis went to the gallows or to the living nightmare called Cellular Jail for terrorist attacks on the British. But their fervour and their sacrifice hardly made a dent in the Raj. And most of the time, they could not even hit their targets. Sometimes, they ended up killing innocent men and women.
My grandfather Jyotirmoy Ray was one of those people who endured the living nightmare in Andaman Cellular Jail (Regular visitors to this blog may have read this post which is based on a letter my mother wrote to me after visiting Andaman Jail where my grandfather spent many years as a guest of the British empire. If you have not, kindly do so). So allow me to be a bit surprised when Mr. Sandipan Deb not only denies the impact my grandfather and his fellow Bengali revolutionaries’ sacrifices had on India’s history but also impugns their competence by saying that they were so punch drunk with “passion” that they could not shoot straight.
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January 11, 2007 in
History.
Taking a break from the attempted hilarity over here at RTDM , I present something serious—from an article published October 18, 1946 (I am assuming this is genuine)
[Update: Puneet points out a one typo in the piece which he feels calls into doubt its authenticity. So here, to support the above "suspect" article is another one (October 18, 1946 and containing essentially the same report about Gandhiji asking for women to commit suicide), written by one Preston Grover, whose bonafides as a correspondent for the Associated Press is attested to by this obit in the NY Times.I also now have the full scanned page of the front page of the newspaper where this article was published originally. If anyone else doubts the veracity of the piece, kindly email me.]
Mohandas K Gandhi advised women in the riot-torn areas of Noakhali tonight to commit suicide by poison or other means to avoid dishonor.
Later on in the article,
Gandhi addressing several hundred listeners in the untouchable’s colony here advised “everyone running the risk of dishonor to take poison before submission to dishonor. ”
In the official version of his statement given out by his secretary, no reference was made to other forms of suicide, but listeners fluent in Hindustani said he advised women in imminent danger of dishonor to use knives or guns to kill themselves, or to throw themselves into the water to drown.
[Full article here posted on this blog] (Link via Utsav)
For those who may be unaware, here is what Noakhali was. I urge you to follow this link and read about it, if you don’t already know the facts.
Continue reading ‘Dishonor and Death’
The HBO documentary “The Journalist and the Jihadi: The Murder of Daniel Pearl”, that premièred this Tueday is the story of two people: very similar to each other in terms of having had a privileged upbringing, having being high achievers in school and having achieved success in their respective professions at a very early age.
One of them is Daniel Pearl, a “rising star” journalist with the Wall Street Journal— a musician, a humanist and a true “liberal”.
And the other: Omar Sheikh, an urbane British-public-school educated Muslim fundamentalist who had made a name for himself in the world of Jihad with his masterfully executed kidnappings. [Yes the same Omar Sheikh who was released by India (along with his spiritual guru Azhar Masood, the founder of Jaish-e-Mohammed) during the IC814 crisis.]
Continue reading ‘The Urbane Murderer’
Boyfriend become boring? Well now you can dump him and feel good by invoking the Mahatma. Just like Shweta Polanki who cited “Gandhigiri” as the reason she broke off with her boyfriend after he made “hissing sounds to get the attention of the waiter”. Murderer and extortionist on the way to trial, looking to get some media attention? No problemo. Hand out roses in a Lucknow courthouse ala Babloo Srivastava. [More here]
If it was the Rang-de-Basanti-inspired “be the change” in early 2006 that captured the imagination of the nation, the last quarter has seen the the Return of Bapu—courtesy “Lage Raho Munnabhai”, a predictable yet pleasant movie about a Don who reforms himself after being visited by the spirit of Mahatma Gandhi.
Continue reading ‘Gandhi Reloaded’
So I get an email which asks me my opinion on the “Vande Mataram” controversy.
Simple. Making it mandatory to sing “Vande Mataram” is a gross infringement on individual freedom. No government has the authority to force a word out of my larynx. Or block me from reading a blog. Or prevent me from reading a book (like say for instance “Satanic Verses”) . End of story.
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In stores first week of March 2010.
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