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For readers, simple New Year gifts and thoughts

Sentinel Digital DeskBy : Sentinel Digital Desk

  |  5 Jan 2015 12:00 AM GMT

By Saeed qvi

In recent years, I have been alert to the possibility that I may one day be identified as a Muslim. Instead of pride, this new sense of being has arrived with doubt. Some items of identity are so close to one’s skin that one grows up without noticing them. But we are now advancing towards an age of such concentrated focus that we need to rrow our vision.

I fear I may now be called upon to declare where I stand, say, on the Imam of Jama Masjid or on Khushi Mohammad, the ‘pujari’ of Goga Mehri temple, the latter being of greater sociological interest because the legend survives teciously, away from major highways. I am perfectly willing to put it down to a kind of cowardice, but I have become increasingly quiet on many issues.

Some of this self imposed silence is actually tactical. Since commul polarization is the staple of current discourse, the best step some of us can take for self preservation is to fall deafeningly silent. On provocative issues, if you say nothing, those trying to provoke you cannot retaliate. If you do not present yourself as a foil, commul polarization cannot be affected. Of course, this tactic of silence is offered with the full knowledge that sometimes nothing works.

In Julius Caesar the mob turns upon Cin the conspirator. The man throws up his hands. “I am Cin the poet”. Someone in the mob, all charged up, shouts. “Kill him for his bad verses.”

Let us, however, persist with the “silence” theme.

How do you give effect to this policy of silence on a wider, public stage. Well, one trick is to deter self appointed Muslim spokesmen from trooping into prime time TV shows where they are generally knocked out by the double–fisted tattoos of professiol harangues.

If this commul polarization can be contained by reigning in the professiol Muslim spokesman, the other much more important polarization could grow exponentially – the polarization between good sense and its exact opposite.

A few days ago one thought the tion was on edge because of televised reports of mayhem at cinema halls screening “PK”. But the film, which takes a dig at Godmen, Hindus, Muslims, Christians and Sikhs, down to sects, Shias and Sunnis, has actually, broken all box office records.

This is the important polarization which is obscured by the TRP chasing prioritization of news. Lumpens digging up pitches is news but magement of the world’s largest cricket crowds is not. Vested interests keeping artists in exile is news; exponential growth of art galleries exhibiting their work is not. A few vandals outside cinema halls in opposition to PK is news, but record crowds are not.

My sister, heed, has given me a simple New Year gift I would like to share with you. She has returned from a driving holiday from parts of north India with an observation which will appear commonplace but it made my New Year day.

“Spend a fortnight in rural areas, away from TV and newspapers, and the country is quite as lovely as it was when we were children.”

Brother Shanney’s gift for the New Year is a poem which may well have been the inspiration for “PK”.

“Yeh Mussalman hai, woh Hindu,

yeh Masihi, woh Yehud

Ispe yeh pabandiyan hain,

aur uspar ye qayud,

Shaikh–o–Pandit ne bhi kya

ahmaq baya hai hamein

Chotey chotey, tung khanon mein

bithaya hai hamein

Koi iss zulmat mein soorat hi

hin hai noor ki

Mohr har dil par lagi hai

ek ek dastoor ki

Ghat tey ghat tey mehr e aalam

tab sey tara hua

Aadmi hai mazhab–o–tehzeeb ka

mara hua

Kuch tamaddun ke khalaf, kuch

deen ke farzand hain

Qulzumon mein rehne wale

bulbulon mein band hain.

Kya karey Hindostan, Allah ki

hai yeh bhi dayn

Dudh Muslim, chai Hindu, riyal Sikh,

ber Jain

Apney hum jinson se keeney mein

bhala kya faaeda?

Tukre tukre hoke jeey mein bhala faeda.

(Here’s a Muslim, there a Hindu, Christian


Here these rules apply to me, and there

those ones are meant for you

In God’s fair me,

these priestly types have made such idiots of us all,

They’ve pinned us down in tiny square, where none of us can grow at all,

Man, meant to beam his glorious rays, is now

all darkness and all strife

Confined to curious, cults and cant,

promoting just some rrow life.

In his imagition man was meant to

hold the oceans, wide

But he now lives in little bubbles, protected from both, time and tide.

Now our fair India shows these trends, why are we worried, you and me? Muslim milk, and Jaini Jam, Sardarji nuts and Hindu tea. Let’s free ourselves of bogus priests, who make us quarrel for their gain let’s fly with birds or hide in groves and trample on sweet sugarcane. (IANS)

(A senior commentator on political and diplomatic affairs, Saeed qvi can be reached on The views expressed are persol.)

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