Thursday, June 11, 2009

Rampaging ragging

It is one of those pieces where I feel angry with myself for writing so late. Not that I was unaware of the incident which brought this ever-prevalent monster back to light, but the thoughts had flickered and died out amidst the platitudes of routine life. The revival was triggered when I recently caught up with episode of 'We The People' on NDTV. The discussion was covering recent acts of violence committed in the name of ragging, particularly the one which took place in Dr. Rajendra Prasad Medical College in Himachal Pradesh leading to death of a teenager Aman Kachroo due to severe beating by his drunken seniors.

One of the panelists was the father of deceased boy --- Dr. Raj Kachroo, who had the courage to come out and voice a balanced opinion against this growing menace even in the wake of his own terrible loss. There were a few other noted names on the show --- like Deepak Paintal, the VC of University of Delhi who took the controversial yet sanest stand of complete eradication and defended it adequately, famous columnist Jug Suraiya who insisted on discriminating between 'good' and 'bad ragging, based on the halcyon days of his adolescence. He recounted, to the glee of some members of the audience, how ragging used to be indeed quite innocuos in his hostel, and just involved hurling water-filled condom balloons --- really innocuous and stupid....yeah! Other panelists included R. K. Raghavan of the Raghavan committee which submitted a report with the government in 2007 advising certain measures to eradicate the evil, filmmaker Manish Gupta who has made a movie 'Hostel' based on his real experiences of ragging in engineering college and who was ballistic in his support for complete ban and also towards likes of another movie maker Apoorv Lakia. Lakia is an alumnus of Lawrence School Sanawar, which was the spot for a recent incident involving beating of some junior students by their Class XII seniors. He, however, expressed surprise of a 10-year old on the occurrence of this incident at his revered school and tried to make us believe in the golden days he had spent there interspersed with being made 'murga' by the prefects (form of punishment where the defaulter crouches and holds his ears_more details on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murga_Punishment) --- but that was it, he insisted.

I think the show was pretty good and covered most of the related issues, giving space to all viewpoints (.. how else can you get Lakia on airwaves for so long a time - it exceeded the combined run-time of all his movies at the theaters !!). Nonetheless, I still want to share my sentiments on this through this blog. The reason in part being that, though I have had a fair share of fun in my college life spanning DU's St. Stephen's and IIT Delhi without perpetrating or suffering this menace myself, yet I kept seeing around myself and reading about varying forms of it - consensual, coercive, light fun, sick - really the complete spectrum! And again and again I have been convinced of the complete futility and hypocrisy of this mindless exercise, which had reared its ugliest face in the case of Aman Kachroo and cost him his life.

Let us face it guys (and girls) - there is really no justification of ragging. If we are making ourselves or someone else believe that, without ragging, the students who attend the same institution for 3-4 years will be left exchanging nods as strangers at their graduation ceremonies, the whole argument crumbles on being dealt with an iota of logic. Alas we never-got-to-know-you-better excuse because there was no ragging, is so hollow and cliched that even a political speech before elections will sound fresh to that. If there is a sincere intention of both seniors and juniors of extending a hand out, I don't see why such an awkward, and often embarrassing, interaction required to break the ice. And seriously, if a senior refuses to help you and makes the above excuse, it's good that you escaped the clutches of that psycho. 'Dance for me so if you need this set of notes' - sounds like a perfect gentleman, isn't it! So once and for all, let us give a rest to this friendship argument for ragging - we all know that there are much healthier avenues to know each other better.

A related issue is that of 'good' and 'bad' ragging. But 'good' for one can be a 'torture' for other. If you are a dancing sensation in your school, asking to burn the dance floor on a hip bollywood number is a cakewalk and surely a lot of fun (On second thoughts, even if I dance like Hrithik Roshan, I will not be willing to shake a leg on someone's command) - but the person standing next to you might have been born with two left feet. The prospect of dancing in front of a group including his own peers and seniors can be horrifying. Yet another excuse often furnished by seniors/raggers is 'you-need-to-open-up' program. Not every student thinks that he/she requires a majors in dance/drama/poetry.. and maybe harassment by the end of program! Another hazard of letting even non-physical ragging unabated is the danger of it quickly devolving into something more perverse. Unbridled authority is dangerous, esp. in hands of 20-year somethings. There have been ample examples of physical and sexual abuse in the name of ragging - it might just have started with the usually thought to be innocent song and dance routine or something of that order. And really, the whole idea of any sort of authority exercised in this hierarchical fashion is quite perverse in itself. As far as lighthearted teasing goes, that is a usual riot even in close-knitted friend circles - but demanding such a right just because of academic seniority is pretty baseless. All the people who pass off as teasing seniors are just a bunch of deeply insecure people who vent their insecurities and impress themselves in a twisted fashion through an aggressive act of ragging - rest all the excuses are rubbish and mere hypocrisy. So we need not bother ourselves with drawing lines between good and bad ragging - there is just one line to be drawn, that of ragging (in any form) or no ragging.

This also brings us to an important question of responsibility. I think besides meting out irrevocable punishments to those directly involved in propagating this menace, the relevant authorities should also be held accountable. The importance of the institutional responsibility cannot be diluted, esp. after the report tabled by Additional District Magistrate of Kangra makes it clear that, in Kachroo case, the college authorities behaved imperviously to student complaints of rampant ragging in the institution. Moreover, evidence for physically abusive ragging in the college dates back to at least 2006. Such apathy on the part of the institution should lead to charges of criminal neglect against the top management and in absence of remedial measures educational licenses may be revoked. Also, each student, junior or senior, should feel responsible towards curbing this menace and fearlessly report the perpetrators to the authorities. To ensure and encourage the report of such incidents without any fear of retribution, setting up anonymous helplines for students should be helpful. It has reached a proportion where any price is a small price to pay because nothing is more precious than human life and dignity.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Atonement

Media: Movie
Genre: Fiction

This post is about the movie made by Joe Wright on the novel by the same name from Ian McEwan. The views expressed are solely based on the visual depiction as the author is blissfully unaware of how true a rendition of the book the screenplay is.

I got this movie issued last week from the library. The movie section at Yale's BASS library boasts of a small yet excellent collection of new and old English movies (with some crossover cinema ---couldn't think of an alternative to this awful and widely used word --- thrown in here and there). Besides, if the DVD cover boasts of some academy award nominations/awards, it may serve to boost the confidence of the viewer and this one had a golden globe for best movie to its credit in 2008. (Though the last test doesn't always work as I discovered in the case of American Beauty :-X ).

This movie is set in the backdrop of a British country estate before and during the period of World War II. The story revolves around three main characters - Cecilia, Briony and Robbie. Briony is a fledgling teenage writer who gets jealous of a passionate romance between her beautiful elder sister Cecilia and her childhood crush Robbie - the housekeeper's suave, Cambridge-educated son. Her jealousy drives her to tell a lie which changes the lives of all three characters irrevocably.

The movie has a taut screenplay, which develops and catches pace as the movie evolves. The director uses the clever trick of first showing a compelling visual at a dramatic turn and then depicts the sequence of events leading up to it. It has a desired effect in most places but makes the narrative confusing at some others.

You might be thinking that I would really be recommending this movie to everyone. Well..yes and no. Cinematically, it is of course a unique presentation of a unique story and the viewer revels in the richness of exposition of the characters. But me being a lover of Hindi movies believes in happy endings (gullible me - at least I am honest!) - so at that front it might fail as it makes you sad, really sad.

Nonetheless, why I thought of writing about this movie on the blog was the deep influence it exercises on you through Briony. You can almost feel the stifling existence she practices bearing the penance of her lie in form of a lifelong guilt. The screenplay conveys both her imagination and existence perspicaciously to the viewer.

I am still not sure whether I want to read the book!

Friday, April 24, 2009

Pen is Mightier than the sword *...

..* and SHOE IS MIGHTIER THAN THE PEN. The next time you step out of the house, have a closer look at your shoes. Apparently innocuous accessories for our feet have transformed into a new weapon in the hands of the media to deal with love-to-hate politicians.

This unusual trend, acting as the harbinger of dirty shoes in dirty politics, started when an angry Iraqi journalist became the pioneer of this novel mode of freedom of expression by throwing a shoe at U.S. President George Bush at a press conference in Baghdad. People who think that it was just a strange and maybe unacceptable way of expressing one's anger should take a chill pill and continue reading this piece by the end of which I will try to convince the cynics of the power of this new revolution. Besides giving some good practice to both Mr. Bush and Iraqi Prime minister Nouri Maliki in 'grenade-catching' (yes, he threw the second shoe too - of course it would have been useless anyways without its partner whose chances of recovery were..er.. slim!!), it also inspired some restless minds in search of a breakthrough in communication revolution -- at last they found their calling! The importance of the former advantage can not be undermined though, esp. given the usual games two countries have indulged in the past few years but that deserves to be a topic for a separate article. Let us concentrate on the mini-revolution of shoe hurling here.

As always, Indians are fast on catching up with the western trends, or at least in this case what happens to people out there. And for all his dropping popularity ratings, President Bush remains a westerner, that too reasonably well known. So fast forward to April 2009. The venue is again a press conference, though summoned by Indian Finance Minister P. Chidambram..and whalloa! Whoever said history repeats itself, forgot to add, very often!! A shoe again flew through the air and missed the target. The launchpad was again a journo, aggrieved by the pronouncements of a politician. Funny ..?? Outrageous... maybe!

But let us not forget the strategic issues which the above two incidents bring to light, in our haste to condemn them or be bemused. First and foremost, being a politician is no longer as safe as it used to be. The recent overhaul of military equipment for our security forces in the wake of Mumbai terror attacks is urgently required to cater to our politicians too. They should be provided with ballistic helmets and headgear before attending any press conference or public event. The helmets should, of course, be proven resistant to bullets, grenades and SHOES. Also all that paunchy fat won't do sir... remember that it was the agility of the target after all (at least in Baghdad case) which saved it from the surface-to-surface shoe missile. So any elected Member of Parliament should be elected on interim basis. The interns should then be required to run at least a mile every morning to keep in shape. In fact, they can use this opportunity to manage a look into their respective constituencies, a rare feat which they otherwise undertake only during elections. This may be followed by a training where the security personnel can throw shoes on them for 30 minutes to test their proficiency on dodging them. Only those who are able to maintain a high 'duck-rate', averaged over a period of month or so can qualify to take up the dangerous job of being a parliamentarian. (Have I given myself way - yes I am an experimentalist! 8-).

Besides this, to ensure the safety of our shoo-able political bosses, some measures are recommended at other end of spectrum too. All the public visitors should be profiled, at least their shoes most definitely, and anyone sporting footwear hevaier than a kilogram should be booked under S-POTA = Shoes on Politician Obstruction and Termination Act. As an added precaution, sale of such footwear can be banned altogether. Of course, this would halve the business of brands like Woodland.. but nothing is more important than national security! And ladies, heels are an absolute no-no. Try to find less hazardous and head-splitting avenues to display the woman-power.

Also, a legislation may be considered which requires that in rallies which are attended by a large number of people, all the attendees should come bare-footed (else imagine a single slip in the speech and what a zoo of shoes can end up being on the stage..... scary man). On second thoughts, it might have been sheer farsightedness on part of our leaders, to ensure that most of their humble subjects remain humble... deprived of food, shelter and shoes!

So while our media schools are busy including a shoe-hurling class in their curriculum and the scribes are honing their skills at shooting and targeting (I would keep a tab on all the shoe sales to journos if I was a M.P., seriously), let us continue to keep a watch on this amazing new trend in our politics. And all you budding journalists out there, stop blogging and go buy yourself a pair of shoes.... shoo shoo!

Monday, March 2, 2009

Landmarks in Poetry II

The following is a beautiful nazm by Kaifi Azmi
- another gem of Urdu poetry.


बस एक झिझक है यही हाल-ऐ-दिल सुनाने में
की तेरा ज़िक्र भी आयेगा इस फ़साने में

(The chagrin in narrating the truth of my love
lies in your allusion in the tale of my heart)

बरस पड़ी थी जो रुख से नकाब उठाने में
वो चाँदनी है अभी तक मेरे गरीब-खाने में

(The light of your beauty which filled my life
still endures in my humble abode)

इसी में इश्क की किस्मत बदल भी सकती थी
जो वक्त बीत गया मुझ को आजमाने में

(The sands of time which flew past
could have changed the destiny of my love alas)

ये कह के टूट पड़ा शाख-ऐ-गुल से आखिरी फूल
अब और देर है कितनी बहार आने में

(The last blossom withered away
yearning for the spring of your love)
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The following poem is a very famous one by Makhanlal Chaturvedi. It probably one of the best and most heart-touching piece of poetry on nationalism which I have come across (without the awful rhetoric we all get used to ...)

चाह नहीं मैं सुरबाला के
गहनों में गूथा जाऊँ
चाह नहीं प्रेमी माला में
बिंध प्यारी को ललचाऊँ

चाह नहीं सम्राटों के
शव पर हे हरि डाला जाऊँ
चाह नहीं देवों के सिर पर
चढूँ भाग्य पर इतराऊँ

मुझे तोड़ लेना बनमाली
उस पथ पर तुम देना फेंक
मातृभूमि पर शीश चढ़ाने
जिस पथ जाएँ वीर अनेक

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Landmarks in Poetry I

In spite of my restricted reading of poetry, I have been fortunate enough to be introduced to works of some extraordinary Hindi, Urdu and English poets. The credit goes to my mother who is an astute reader of various forms of this art. Hence, it's only appropriate if I dedicate the first one of my collection to her - it is the most famous and one of her most favorites 'Madhushala' by Harivansh Rai Bachchan. I can recollect two of the couplets which have remained with me all these years. The full poem is a long and exhilarating piece of writing by one of the greatest poets of the last century and can be found at http://manaskriti.com/kaavyaalaya/mdhshla.stm.

मदिरालय जाने को घर से चलता है पीनेवाला,
किस पथ से जाऊं, है असमंजस में वो भोला-भाला।
अलग-अलग पथ बतलाते सब पर मैं ये बतलाता हूँ
राह पकड़ तू एक चला चल पा जाएगा मधुशाला ।।

(The drunkard starts from his home without a clue to get to his destination - the bar. Various people suggest him different routes but I suggest the followwing: choose one way and keep going - you'll find your destination.)

मुसलमान और हिंदू हैं दो, एक मगर उनका प्याला
एक मगर उनका मदिरालय, एक मगर उनकी हाला।
दोनों रहते एक न जब तक, मन्दिर मस्जिद में जाते
बैर बदाते मन्दिर मस्जिद, मेल कराती मधुशाला ।।

(Muslim and Hindus are two tribes but they drink from the same cup. They go to the same bar and drink the same wine. When they visit temple or mosque, they go separate ways but find themselves united in the drink bar.)


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This one is a charming couplet penned by Sahir Ludhianvi.

तुझको मुझको जीवन अमृत अब इन हाथों से पीना है
इनकी धड़कन में बसना है, इनकी साँसों में जीना है
तू अपनी अदाएं बख्श इन्हे,
मैं अपनी वफायें देता हूँ
अपने लिए जो सोची थीं कभी
वो सारी दुआएं देता हूँ।

P.S.: I have spared the translation after looking at the shoddy job I made out of Madhushala. Any volunteers are welcome.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

the Power and the Point of PowerPoint

Gone are the days when ppts. referred to the nauseating residues adorning the test tubes in the chemistry lab - reminiscent of the misadventure which students routinely indulged in, at the provocation of their high-school teachers. Nowadays, they spell out the new-age mantra of connecting to the world (okay barring cellphones!). Wanna convince your teacher that you did do some work in the semester after all - make a ppt. Wanna win over your next customer - welcome ppts. mr. manager! Even the trashiest of ideas and products seem appealing and even promising, when presented on this platform.

The reach of this invention of Microsoft can be guaged by the fact that any lesser mortal incapable of mastering the nuances of this art is instantly recognized, rather de-recognized, as a remain of the historical era of pen-and-paper or chalk-and-board.

Such is the power of PowerPoint (PP) !..but what's the point?

The point, which is usually shared by one and all, is the one of convenience offered by this software of presenting complex ideas in an easy and time-efficient manner. The user gets a chance not only to organize the ideas in an attractive format but also can include certain relevant accouterments, which are impossible to be conveyed by speech alone or are too hard to be delineated extempore. The former feature is especially important for people in areas like marketing who are required to deliver a high-impact proposal in a short period of time while the latter finds special use for educational purposes. For instance, imagine the agony of a biology teacher trying to depict the visceral system of a rat or that of a physics teacher attempting to recreate a three dimensional image of a crystal without the aid of ppts.

I, as a student of science, am a close witness of this phenomena. Obeying the call of the times, I have tried hard to keep up with the trends and try to squeeze in images and animations at the slightest scope in my slides (On one occasion, I made the various slides have different transition styles....yes, yes there are more features like this..... when everything else stubbornly refused to render themselves to any sort of movements. At another instance, I made my name appear on the first slide in a fashion which reminded a highly amused audience of applying breaks to their car in the event of a stray dog suddenly coming in the way). Also, I religiously check updates to my computer and usually never fail to install one esp. if it pertains to PP, even if I learn about it at inauspicious moments (which is usually the case). An ironical occurrence in this league was when I was alerted by the automatic update service of my computer about another such leap of human imagination right in the middle of a presentation, but of course on PP. I remember the internal struggle I went through as I swung between the curiosity of checking out yet another mini revolution in the world of ppts. and the annoyance at it screwing up my effort of two weeks.

But sometimes I feel that amidst all this ppt.-euphoria, we might have actually missed the point really. The above cited advantages are all valid and well-taken but how do they explain the mediocre job passed off as teaching, in the garb of flashy presentations. How do we condone a lecture where we do see a pretty 3D image of an intricate lattice but fail to appreciate the science behind, as it is blurred in the swooshing and who00oshing of one slide after the other? Even public seminars and presentations are not immune from such technical travesties.

The blame lies not with the technology (let us not sue Bill Gates for starting Microscoft!), but the consumers . The technology is only an aid to human understanding and cannot, and should not, act as a substitute. No amount of cool images and pretty animations can replace good instruction in classrooms. The talent of the teacher lies in helping the students connect with the concepts, rather than just awe them with intricacies. The awe-inspiring thing about science is its simplicity not the flamboyance of its presentation, esp. if it comes at the cost of rigor and understanding. This simplicity is passed down from generation to generation in classrooms by the connection which a teacher establishes with the minds of his students. This human connection is frequently obscured and threatened to be lost, if the connection begins and ends with the keys of a computer.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Life...

This was a result of those idle moments, which stretched themselves into a good hour and a half of complete detachment from physics - a love of my life in good hair days. It may not be a masterpiece but it should make for a tolerable reading. I must confess that the first four lines which culminated in the rest, are not mine though I can't clearly remember when and how I came across these simple, yet powerful words.

A little bit of everything
makes this little life
A little bit to laugh
and a little bit to cry

A little bit to hide
a little bit to share
A little bit to quit
a little bit to dare

A little bit to make
a little bit to break
A little bit to mend
a little bit to forsake

A little bit to forget
a little bit to remember
A little bit to know
a little bit to wonder

A little bit of sunshine
a little bit of sky
A little bit of rain
and little spells dry

A little bit of smiles
a little bit of tears
A little bit of dreams
a little bit of fears

A little bit of efforts
a little bit of fate
Lots to love
and a little bit to hate

A little bit of you
a little bit of me
makes this little life
a long story...


            -- Archana
(to be continued..)