Nature of things...

Me:


 ‎Arvind What intrigues me more is not that we are so damn intelligent, but “WHY” is it that nature blessed us with so much intelligence, a capacity and also thirst, of almost infinite knowledge? Is it because of the propagation of our species? In that case all this intelligence has been surely self-defeating, with the alarming state of our planet that we have been able to reduce it to, thanks to our “intelligence”. While the “dumb” dinosaurs dominated this planet for millions of years (or billions?), perhaps only to be wiped out by a merciless meteor, we humans in spite of a relatively congenial planetary condition and so much “intelligence” and knowledge, has been able to put the planet on a “red-alert” by our own actions in a few thousand years of our unhindered domination. Which other species have been solely responsible for their own extinction? I sometimes wonder, isn’t so much “intelligence” actually self-defeating? It is true that what our species have achieved in a few thousand years have been simply stunningly spectacular. But what is a few thousand years compared to the billions of years this planet has been around? What worth is intelligence of if life itself is not sustained? Are we intelligent enough to really understand why we are so intelligent? Or we would be rather “dumb” and lazily say..we are a “freak” of nature?




Arvind:


Deb, it appears we have some disagreement. I want to try to address the points you made in your previous comments. Firstly I completely agree with your second comment. Yes, human beings are a truly marvelous species that has exercised control over almost all living and nonliving entities on this planet. And yes, it is due to this intellect are we on the brink of a thermonuclear war threatening us with extinction.


Coming to your first comment. I think your central argument can be captured by, "if nature blessed us with such high intelligence, then why are we using that to kill ourselves and everybody around us?" Here, I have major disagreements. Firstly, infidels like Akshay and I believe there is nothing blessing anything with anything. But I know you were not trying to get a supernatural angle out of this. So let us replace the statement with the following more accurate one, "if evolution by natural selection endowed us with a superior intellect, supposedly for dominating the gene pool, then why is this intellect trying to kill us, resulting in the removal of the very genes that it's supposed to protect?" This is a gross misunderstanding of the natural process leading to evolution.


Evolution cares about genes in the genepool only as much as gravity cares about the fate of passengers on a falling plane. There is no (and cannot be) a causal relationship between natural selection and the long term well being of the species. If a particular genetic mutation enables an individual to reproduce more then by definition its genes will dominate the genepool. That is “be all and end all”. There is nothing exotic about natural selection. For instance, if some genetic mutation arises in a cat that enormously enhances the sexual libido then these genes (along with others that the particular cat possess) will dominate the gene pool. But if it turned out that, that very gene causes the cat to commit suicide on the first of April every year, then all cats (it’s blood line) with that gene will die on that day (possibly extinction if the gene had managed to make its way into most living cats). There is no way natural selection can predict the side-effects of a reproduction enhancing gene. 


Intelligence is one such genetic trait that arose as a genetic mutation (bigger brains with a more foldings) in higher apes resulting in a greater reproductive capability (for e.g, by hunting predators effectively and living longer). As with all genetic traits, there is no way natural selection for predicting the ill effects of the intelligence when higher apes use them to build weapons destroying the world.


Understanding this viewpoint of life we see that there is no disagreement between what is and what ought to be. 


Let me know if you disagree.




Me:  



Aha…now it makes a lot of sense and clarifies to a large extent about the worldview held by you infidels. God Bless you! Haha..But truly, it was very well explained.  


So now if I understood it correctly, the underlying idea of the “Natural process” of Evolution is much like any other physical process, say the Force of Gravity. But even Gravity is one of the most amazing forces, yet beyond our complete understanding. For example, if the Theory of relativity is to be used to explain gravity, then what it boils down to is that gravity is there because we exist! And not the other way round! ( “ In other words just by existing, you are compelled to move through space - this is gravity.” http://math.ucr.edu/home/baez/physics/Relativity/GR/gravity.html UCR han!) 


Now if the world view that sees at Evolution as a purely mechanical process like most of the other physical laws, then I don’t think it would be too presumptuous on my part to hold that Evolutionary Biology stands today where Physics stood in the 17th and the 18th century….trying to explain all physical phenomenon with precise mechanistic laws, only to tumble upon the world of Quantum and sub-atomic physics to find all those certainties dissolve away…. and one has to conjure up things like “dark energy” and “dark matter” to shed some light on the darkness of our inadequate understanding! So indeed it would be incredibly fascinating to see the “evolution” of the Theory of Evolution in the coming years! May be I will have to wait for a few lifetimes to find out…while you infidels get roasted in the pit fire of hell..haha…


But more seriously, I would like to say something which I do not know if you have considered. 


 I am sure you are only too well aware of the two dominating ways to look at this world. One is God and His design and all that. The problem with this approach I don’t think I need to tell you and I agree to most of them. The other approach is to understand the world as a purely mechanistic process, governed by a set of laws. I also have serious problems with this. The fact is that even with all our knowledge and understanding as of 2012, an overwhelming portion of what this universe is and how this universe works lies beyond us. Even the most fundamental and intimate thing, the sense of “I”, an integrated consciousness that endows us with a sense of agency and individuality, we have grasped very little of it. The world of sub-atomic particles remains almost as elusive as it was a century ago. And finally even when we consider all those things that we have somewhat understood and made sense of, we did it with a thing called “mind” and the way the world outside maps to the world inside, and it remains a completely subjective experience, with its logical conclusions. To explain what I mean, we have been “blessed” (:P) with the power to experience only three dimensions. If String theory is to be true then there exists a few more dimensions, of which in our present state of consciousness we cannot have any subjective experience of. If we really had the power to experience more than three dimensions, would not that radically alter our way of looking and understanding the world? I know these remain purely speculative points, but nonetheless I think pertinent when we are trying to understand the nature of things.


So now that I have mentioned my problems with the two approaches, both of which I feel is too simplistic and convenient, this is what I feel and believe. I do not know who or what created this world. I do not know why things are the way things are in their totality. I perceive this world the way the world has wired me to, and in some ways I remain a prisoner to it. But like Andy Dufense in Shawshank Redemption, I believe I can break free from this prison one day. I do not know if “God” exists. Actually I believe, the idea of God as popular today is much of a human construct. But I know “I” exist. And I “believe” this “I” is the most extraordinary thing there is. I “believe” that this universe exist because this “I” exist in the first place just as I think, that most ideas of God as a supernatural power, distinct and different from this “I” is a figment of imagination, born of a childish sense of insecurity. I “believe” that what I understand and make of this “I” today, is only a tiny fraction of what the true possibilities and potential of “I” is. In the checkered history of mankind there have been certain individuals in whom this “I” has shone forth extra-ordinarily, almost inexplicably. And I “believe” that if there is, or should be a purpose to existence of life, it is the total manifestation of this “I”. All of life, all of evolution, all physical laws, and everything that we understand and do not understand, is for this purpose. I don’t believe there is a God other than this “I”. Can I prove this? No! because to prove we need mind, and mind is only secondary to “I”. I become aware of my mind, only after I become aware of “I”. So I do not think mind will be an effective tool in this enquiry. In fact, it is only when the mind stops buzzing, do we have some glimpse of this magnificent “I”. Haha…I don’t know if all this makes any sense to you. All this had no intention to bring you around to my view-point. But just to explain how I look at all this.

In the ocean of infinite space

In the ocean of infinite space, ceaseless time, and unbounded universe,
I a solitary, and insignificant man, filled with awe and wonder, traverse-
In Your magnificent fullness, shrouded by Your splendid silence-
You abide in eternity, as infinity pulsates with your presence.




In this cosmic stage of countless galaxies and boundless time,
You behold me in your effulgence, as I drink on your beauty sublime.
As all dissonance dissolves and all that is, is pervaded by your tranquil grace-
You reside in your splendorous solitude, and I reside in you undaunted, fearless…






An imperfect translation of Tagore's "Mahabishwe, Mahakashe.."

Kashmir, my refuge, my friend..

I wanted to escape. I wanted to go as far away as possible. As familiar things around me got shrouded with unfamiliarity, as certainties in life dissolved into uncertainties, as sensibilities got mired by things that made little sense, I wanted to run away to the unknown, embrace the ephemeral, and forget the past, even if fleetingly. Kashmir, paradise on earth, will you be the refuge to my fugitive soul?


As I looked out from the window pane of the lumbering Rajdhani trekking across the endless plains of middle India, at places brown, rocky and scorched, at places green, lush and verdant, on my journey from Hyderabad to Delhi, I wondered that in all its ageless history with all the countless number of lives lived in it from time immemorial, is not there one kindred soul in some distant past who went through the same feelings that raged in my heart, who would understand my deepest anguish, who would know exactly what it feels to be betrayed and wronged? In that silence of longing and loneliness, this ancient and formidable land of mine, which has witnessed perhaps like no other, the evolution of the human spirit, from the most savage to the lofty sublime, silently whispered- look at me, it is the power of  resilience, tolerance and acceptance that ultimately endures. I am the friend you are looking for. 


My friend drove me through the narrow misty path that split the sprawling emerald fields spreading across the plains of Jammu. The night was not yet done, and the sweet smell of the early morning and the ceaseless chirruping of the carefree birds filled the air.As I looked groggily far into the blurred horizon, my friend told me perhaps it was Pakistan that I was gazing at. That this land in all its oneness and continuity is actually divided between two inimical forces would have struck me as utterly absurd and befuddling, only if I would have been innocent of the insidious emotions that lie hidden in the crevices of the human heart, influencing much of human endeavors. What should have been one, lied divided, and even in the soft glow of the shimmering morning sun, did I notice the long pale shadows of the past lurking in those vulnerable innocuous fields. The wind blowing wistfully murmured-These are shadows of time. My spirit remains indivisible, untouched, unsullied. Ask your soul, my friend.

It was the following morning that I was finally face to face with the expansive Dal lake, nestled between the protective blue mountains, her water still, inviting and lustrous. Like a blushing maiden, embarrassed by her own breath-taking beauty, she welcomed my weary careworn spirit with an irresistible coyness. As I let myself loose in the drifting shikara, wandering aimlessly in her soft undulating bosom, my heart spilled with gladness, perhaps gratitude too. As time stood still and I drank dreamily from the azure chalice of her unblemished beauty, she accepted me just as I am. Come, unburden your heart and drink from my beauty. I have been waiting only for you. Forget everything, just as I have forgotten.

What a contrast to the intoxicating beauty of Dal Lake was the playful slopy Gulmarg, its mischievousness belied by its smooth white meadows. Promptly I joined scores of gay tourists happily slithering away on the yielding soft white snow in skiis or in sledges. If Dal lake was inebriating, this was  invigorating, but both were uniquely rewarding. After being sporty for some time, we took the hanging Gondola and soared through the dizzying heights of the proud Himalayas. At those rarefied heights the snow-clad enormous mountains, stood frozen in time, showering benediction by the unfathomable depth of their imposing presence, as gusts of white smoky wind, spread around the fragrance of their timeless deep meditation. I opened my soul and soaked in the grandeur and the grace, and let it smother my mind into a silent stillness. Son, remember you are my child, grand and pure just like me. Stand tall, and let it be.


The Indus gurgled by, as I galloped on a pony on the meandering track by its side. When we reached Sonmarg, the golden meadow was quite crowded by a motley group of tourists. The snowy mountains rose steeply, it’s white beautifully contrasting the cerulean sky. Over a few smaller rocks, strewn listlessly over the foamy mutinous river, I helped myself to a big smooth-edged stone sitting ponderously, unmindful of all the cacophony .  I sat on it for a few moments absorbing the vivacious ebullient spirit of the river as the raucous sound bathed my mind, refreshing and rejuvenating it with a new lease of life. Come join me in my celebration, and dance away your impediments. Don’t you see how lustily I am doing it? 

But apart from the spell binding beauty and bounty that mother Nature has splashed on this strip of our country, I could not but feel distressed by the appalling human condition I saw in the valley. The scale of human deprivation, amply evident by rickety houses, listless attires of the people and disheveled broken faces, I have scarcely seen anywhere else. Sunk in those sharp chiseled faces were large bright eyes, and whenever I happened to look into them, and their stare met mine, did I see in them a look of resentment and discontent? But whatever it is I saw, I found it quite unsettling and averted my gaze soon enough . It was as if the lines on their lean faces, their furrowed brows, their unsmiling lips, and their malcontent eyes- all quietly conspired, perhaps without the knowledge of their owners, to tell the story of the ravaging effect of the state’s tumultuous political experience. Peaceful it was, but a discernible uneasiness hang in the air. Who is to blame, which side is responsible, what are the causes - the political contours have become too muddied to come to any conclusive understanding of the woes plaguing the state that would be acceptable to all sides. But whatever it is, it is the human spirit that has to endure all this. But that it has to endure such unimaginable encumbrance in the midst of  such stunning grandeur, is an irony that is deeply heart-wrenching. 


 My Dear friend, now that you have seen me, have I touched your soul with understanding and solace? You are not the only one who is wronged. The human spirit is a marvelous thing. It can tarnish even the most unblemished beauty and blacken it with its meanness. But it can also brighten up the darkest and the gloomiest corner with hope and goodness. Come take away a part of my glorious beauty. But also carry a slice of my melancholy in your heart. Won’t you, my friend?

A trip to Joshua Tree National Park, California

Joshua Tree though only 80 miles from Riverside,  it is only after four years that the trip to this obscure desert park finally came to be. The ocean and the greener parks have a much stronger pull on me, and from what I had gathered about this place, spiny trees and barren rocks,  it is not surprising that there was not a strong desire in me to visit this deserted land scape. After spending one day driving and walking in this desolate wilderness, I have to admit that it has a charm and beauty of its own, which though not gregarious of the abundant greenery or the giggling river or the infinite ocean or the towering mountain, can be compared to that of a silent dissenter. 


Our team, ironically consisting of citizens of two different nations but speaking the same language-Bengali, started a little later than 8 in the morning. With six Bangladeshis , Tushar, Sourav da and myself, it had a pre-partition all Bengal representation. We got some fruits, breads and lots of drinks. It was less than two hours when we reached the Information Center of the Western Entrance of the Park. I called up mom to hear Mamata got an euphoric welcome back in Kolkata.


Armed with the map of the park, we embarked on our expedition. Soon we found ourselves surrounded by Joshua trees, from which the park derived its name, thousands of them. They were indeed interesting looking trees, bearing an uncanny resemblance to a lanky guy with a crazy hairdo and multiple stretched arms.The entire land scape was strewn with these trees when they were surrounded  by equally interesting looking rock formations. The most curious of them was the one aptly named "Skull Rock". We criss-crossed the park, at times scrambling the rocks, catching a misty panoramic view of the Palm Spring Valley from a vantage point ( the mist  a result of the pollution), and simply rambled in the rocky arid terrain. Other than the Joshua trees, there were different kinds of cactii and shrubs dotting the land. One remarkable kind was the Cholla Cactus. Woolly and innocuous in its appearance, light green in color, about three or four feet in height, they are notorious for their sharp spines. Hundreds of them covered a large area called the "Cholla Cactus Garden", which had a board at its entrance saying "If the plant bears any helpful or even innocent part in the scheme of things on this planet, I should be glad to hear of it"- J Smeaton Chase, curtly expressing the feeling of an utilitarian mind.


The most memorable part of the trip came with the sunset-saunter in the meandering sandy path, which can be mistaken to be a riverbed, cutting through the hilly slopes on two sides and flanked by trees greener and fleshier than the ones we saw all day. It was the Cottonwood Springs.The stroll in the shadow of the setting sun together with the cool breeze caressing our faces, and the gentleness of the place contrasted to the ragged landscape that we saw all day, brought a refreshing and rejuvenating element to it and we savored every moment of it.


The glow of the setting sun covered the entire landscape with a stillness and a quiet glory. Slowly the sky turned scarlet, then deep purple, finally dissolving into black. No sooner the entire sky revealed the countless gems which lied hidden in its bosom, the twinkling and sparkling stars, like crushed diamonds, popping up in endless numbers from every corner, unhindered and unobstructed from the city's pollution and light. The moon was conspicuous in its absence. The majesty and the mystery, which remains shrouded from us otherwise, as if in the characteristic divine humorous way, reminded us of how small and insignificant we are in the order of things, but at the same time, how we have been blessed with the most extraordinary of all things in creation, the awareness to witness them and get awed. 

His presence in everything I behold, His grandeur and glory, it filled my mind through out the day. It is He who envelops everything and fills it with His essence, consciousness. Once again I realized, that it's in nature, almost untouched by humans, that He reveals Himself the most. It is in such places that one feels connected to Him, almost effortlessly, with an intimacy which eludes us in the concrete jungle.

-May 2009

Obama and the Muslim world

President Barrack Obama addressed the Muslim world from the pulpit of the Cairo University a few hours ago. Exhorting Islam's hoary past, its myriad and rich contributions in making of the human civilization as we know today, as well as their inability to address some fundamental issues facing the world today, Obama brought out the dichotomy cutting across the Muslim world- that of their zealous adherence to their tradition and faith and that of confronting modernity and progress as defined by the West. Rather than commenting on Obama's speech, let me articulate my thoughts about the Muslim world, their complex world view and their even more complicated engagement with the non-muslim world.


From the 10th century till about 15th-16th century, the Muslim people where not only the most powerful, but where also intellectually, academically, and culturally much more advanced than their European counterparts, who were still rolling in the dark middle ages. That was the period which saw Islam spreading in all directions from its Arabic epi-center, taking with them not only their faith in One Allah and His Prophet, but also their art, science, culture and politics to distant lands. They came and conquered India, they swept through East Asian countries, they spread over Africa and interestingly they also conquered vast stretches of Europe, including Spain and France. It was the golden era of Islam. It is also reported that the works and philosophy of ancient Greece- that of Socrates, Plato and Aristotle, were preserved by the Arab intellectuals of the Muslim world, before passing them on to European hands, which would ultimately play a major role as a precursor to the European Renaissance and Enlightenment. It would not be an exaggeration to state that Islam was the dominating power of the world in those centuries.


But then with the rise of European Colonial powers, together with the explosion of ideas during the period of Renaissance, slowly but surely the baton of dominance passed on from the Muslim/Arab hands to the Christian/European hands. The Muslims also faced some crushing and humiliating defeats at the hands of the Europeans, especially in Europe and Eurasia. In Europe, political power got concentrated in the hands of the Church. But at the same time new world changing ideas in science and philosophy, influenced by the spirit of rationalism and skepticism of Aristotle and Plato, started rocking the new epi-center of world power- Europe. 


While Europe witnessed increasing conflict between the Faith and the Reason in those centuries and ideas like liberty, rationality, sovereignty, democracy, freedom were born of that tumultuous wedlock between the Church and Free thought,  the Muslim world quietly retreated into their ghetto, sulking in their loss of power, defensive and determined to remain free from European influence. Uninhibited pursuit of knowledge and an invigorating intellectual life, which was how Islamic civilization can be characterized between 8th-15th century was all but replaced by indoctrinated and dogmatic understanding of the Holy Quran, and a civilization based on it. Uncertainty and loss of power in the political domain led to certitude and exclusivity in religion.The separation of Europe  and the culture of European Enlightenment and the Arab world with its own understanding of the world, rooted in their interpretation of the Holy Quran, was almost complete. Perhaps some vestiges of interaction remained in the periodic clashes of the two sides, but that only increased the feelings of hostility and bitterness. 


Over the last few centuries majority of the followers of Islam have defined their identity based on a defensive mindset with regards to their faith. In their forced exclusion, they have rigorously created this division of Us vs. Them- the faithful vs the infidels. This differentiation was central to their self-identity. The difference in the attitude of the Muslims of the 9th-10th century, who at the height of their glory and power, self-confident and sure of their faith, were far more liberal and tolerant of diverse ideas, and even learning from and preserving those foreign ideas, and the Islam of 17th,18th and 19th century which was hostile to outside influence, parochial and inward looking, cannot be more striking.


But the world started changing very quickly from the middle of 19th century and by 20th century the two sides were again face to face. But clearly the Europeans and European ideas where ruling the world. All the major political ideologies of 20th century- Nationalism, Socialism, Communism, Nazism, Fascism- were born in Europe, as did all the major scientific break throughs and discoveries. The big colonial powers were European, in fact, large Muslim populated areas were colonies of Christian European powers- mainly British, but also Portuguese, French and Spanish.That is the proud and zealous Muslims, who were not completely reconciled to their humiliating defeat by the Christian Europeans, now vastly superior and definitely more powerful, where again confronting each other. Though a few centuries have passed, the tides of resentment have not really ebbed between the two worlds and the tension could always be felt under the surface. 


When we look at the events of the world today with this back ground, we would have a clearer perspective and a better understanding of them. 

June 5th 2009.

Dearest Didi

Dearest Didi,


       This letter is long over due, let me admit right away.


       I always thought of writing to you after your spectacular victory last year, not only to congratulate you but also to express the exhilaration I felt to see the Communists at last being thrown out of Bengal. When most of us resigned to the fate of an indefinite thuggish cadre-raj of the all pervasive party, to the indefinite subservience to the arrogance of the  self-righteous  dhuti-clad Marx-Lenin-Mao quoting bhodrolok netas, to the indefinite stifling of all creativity leading to the flight of the most talented and the brightest of Bengal’s boys and girls away from the shores of Bengal, to the indefinite irritation of a political culture of bandhs and empty slogans, and most of all, to the toxic intrusion of party politics in all spheres of life,  you carried on your improbable and almost impossible struggle against the most entrenched of powers, at times alone, sometimes battered, often ridiculed, but yet unfazed . In spite of facing mightiest of odds your spirit remained untrammeled. Your resolve and determination remained unshaken. And then at the end of a long and lonely battle of over three decades, when Bengal unabashedly rewarded and blessed you and your incredible doggedness, I was not only beside myself in joy, but also awed by your stupendous life-force. Didi, you veritably appeared to have personified the power of Shakti to many of us!


      Didi, I was born in the early years of the CPI(M)-regime. Many of us forget that it was in those years that contained the seed of your most humble political beginning. I heard that in those initial days of your political life, you went around pasting Congress party posters on the walls of Kolkata. Is it true indeed?  Coming as you did from lower-middle class strata of our society, with no convent education, or with little middle-class sophistication, perhaps the only way you could move ahead in the treacherous world of politics is by honing your raw street-fighting instincts in your uncompromising and often visceral opposition to the ruling establishment. You were a woman in the world dominated by men. Even today after all these years, I find it difficult to name one other woman politician of our country (or for that matter in all of south Asia) of any consequence, who did not come from the higher echelons of our society, or more importantly did not have a powerful male figure propping them up. How could you achieve this inconceivable feat Didi?


      Of course we know how you were physically assaulted by the CPI(M) goons, and at least on one of those occasions you were inches away from a fatal consequence.  We also know how you had to walk out of the Congress party, even as their wily leaders tried to contain you from your uncompromising crusade against the Communists. We remember how you caused wrinkles to form on the otherwise unfazed foreheads of the Left leadership in those first elections that you faced with your newly formed Trinamool Congress party. In those years, I remember, and I’ll be honest with you, though many of us eagerly wanted the Left to go, somewhere deep within we were wary of your impulsive emotional style of politics. Used to as we were to the façade of civility of the politicians of the day, your brand of deeply personal and earthy politics made us unsure of your viability as the administrative head of our state. The question was, would you be able to translate the fury on the street to the much needed functioning of the State? And it took almost ten years for us to cross over that hesitation and bless you with an overwhelming mandate. Surely Didi, you earned it and to an extent, we were convinced that you were squarely on the road to transformation from an unrelenting rebel to a responsible guardian of the state.


       But we forgot Didi, that like much of the pitiable state of affairs of Bengal, you too have been a product of the pernicious three decades of the CPI(M) regime. Your entire political life was shaped in the lurking shadow of the Communist rule, and your almost improbable political ascent has been defined by the magnitude of the shrillness of your reactions to the machinations of that regime. Perhaps in your incessant struggle against the Communists, in a cruel irony, unwittingly you internalized some of their perfidious ways.  In your austere life style, in your rallying behind the poor and the oppressed, in your courting the intellectuals and the civil society, in your obdurate street-fighting instincts, in your fasts and in your bouts of fury, you actually succeeded in out-smarting the Communists in their own political idiom. Borrowing their rhetoric, you actually made it more shrill and subverted them in their own home-turf. In some ways Didi, you embody the legacy of the three decades of a retrograde communist regime, may be much to your own chagrin. 


      In our excitement and jubilation in the initial months after your glorious victory, we perhaps overlooked this reality. So happy we were to see the Marxists gone, we indulged ourselves in thinking that at last we have cast off any lingering shadow of Marxist influence for good! But Didi, with the news of the recent events that are coming out of our state, and more disturbingly your reactions, perhaps inadvertently, to some of them, we have been almost violently shaken up from a state of blissful stupor. For us, who welcomed your meteoric rise and your eventual installation as the CM of our state, it is somewhat embarrassing and disturbing, but to be honest, not entirely surprising. Our disappointment  is mainly because we see in your recent actions a dark shadow of the vanquished Stalinist regime. 


      Didi, what you have achieved so far is nothing short of impossible. The biggest strength you possess is you grit and tenacity. You have your share of weaknesses too, which I am sure you very much aware of. But in spite of them, your strengths outdid your weaknesses and you succeeded in ejecting the malevolent Communist regime from our State of West Bengal. That was nothing short of a political miracle. Now Didi we are desperately hoping to see you perform even a greater miracle- that of cleansing your psyche of any remaining malicious Communist influence that you loathed and fought against for much of your life. 


     The tendency to see an insidious conspiracy lurking behind every mishap, the temptation to divide society based on political loyalty, the urge to indulge in foolhardy populism, the unfortunate compulsion of shielding thuggish political workers, the tendency to stifle any expression of dissent and disenchantment with the ruling establishment, the diffidence associated with transferring officials and restructuring the administration to serve one’s political purpose,  Didi we have seen this is what characterized the Communist regime in Bengal for over three decades. When we elected you, Didi,  with that overwhelming majority, we thought that we have brought an end to this baneful political culture that plagued our state for so long. But now we see some of these very qualities peeping out through the cracks and crevices of your government and your leadership. Will it be impossible Didi to get rid of these last vestiges of the Communist regime that you inherited in some ways, which is what the people of West Bengal actually wanted to see when they blessed you raising both their arms?


        You have thrown out the Marxists from the Writer's Building, now, will you not be able to throw them out of your system? Indeed this is a much more daunting task, needing much more than grit and guts. But on this will depend your true success, your enduring legacy and the fulfillment of hopes and aspirations of millions of hapless Bengalis, crushed under a brutal regime for far too long.


I must say, I have not lost hope on you Didi. Not yet.


Best regards,
-Debarshi.
Hyderabad.

A moment of lucidity...

          I was standing by the bus stop, like I do every day of the week, waiting for my office bus to come. To be honest, I was becoming a little impatient and badly wanted it to come as soon as possible, so that I can escape into its quiet air-conditioned space, away from the dust, heat and chaos that seemed to swirl all around me in that corner of the street. 


          The road in front of me was teeming with faces, making me feel as if half of Hyderabad has converged there. Though it was just ten in the morning, most of them already looked tired and weary. But in most of them, I could also discern a sense of quiet determination and a steely sense of purpose. Each of those faces, I surmised, must be clothing a mind, preoccupied with the intensity of their own narratives. And as this idea developed in my mind with all its implications, not only did I find it a revelation, but also redeeming!


          In a flash of a moment, I realized the complete fallacy and sheer absurdity of my self-pity, bitterness and a sense of betrayal with which I was approaching the many things that were happening around me. My helplessness was accentuated by the fact that there was little I could do to change or alter the chain of events, almost bordering on insanity, I was finding myself hemming me from all sides. Though I resisted every attempt to give into a sense of despair and dejection, a feeling of rancor would swell within me whenever I would dwell on the unfairness and unjustness of it all. 


        But on that morning, in all that chaos and confusion, submerged in an unknown crowd of humanity, a calm and contentment descended on my mind. And in that moment of unexpected lucidity, I realized how foolish it would be to depend on things, people and situations to make me happy. How futile it is to expect this world pulsating with a few billion souls, all entrapped in their own stories of woes and worries, to single me out, a puny speck of an individual, and relieve me of all my imagined feelings of pain and hurt. Every moment I loose in feelings of resentment and indignation, I have failed to appreciate the beauty and joy of life itself. The greatest miracle I have always held is to be alive and feel the throbbing force of life coursing through one’s veins. What can be more beautiful and exhilarating than accepting the incredible blessing of life itself with all it has to offer? 


       In the end, I realized, it’s a lonely world. And it is only up to me, how I choose to make the best of the time allotted to me by the unseen hands of destiny. At times we can choose the things we do, and at other times when there is little we can do, we can still choose the way we react to the things that happen to us.


 One alone is responsible for one's state of mind. No one and nothing else matters. 

उद्धरेदात्मनात्मानं नात्मानमवसादयेत् |

    आत्मैव ह्यात्मनो बन्धुरात्मैव रिपुरात्मनः ||

One should raise oneself through the self,

and never lower oneself;

For the self alone is one's friend,

And the self alone is one's enemy.

Bhagawad Gita 6:5.