Saturday 20 December 2014

To Journalists with love from a fellow Indian



This blog is an answer to unasked questions indirectly posed by a journalist Mr Varghese K. George in his article featured on the Comment page of a prominent Indian daily The Hindu on 20 December 2014,Saturday.I have always refrained from taking names of journalists while writing an assessment on their ideological viewpoint, keeping myself strictly confined to the tradition of journalistic standards that our nation has seen in the past. This departure from my earlier stand utterly pains me, yet stands as the need of the hour when people in a highly responsible position of journalist, who are supposed to remain neutral and let the reader take a viewpoint have become the self appointed guardians of freedom of speech and every known area of human knowledge. While the journalists in television who have an excellent command over language and inimitable style of presentation examples being Arnab Goswamy, Rajdeep Sardesai, Barkha Dutt, Sagarika Ghose, Rahul Kanwal, Karan Thapar and Rajat Sharma have been tainted with opinionated news supporting a particular political ideology, the news papers have been less vocal. But there have been increasing cases of journalism taking a turn of entertainment as in the case of Times of India. Newspapers like Indian Express and The Hindu have set a standard for what is newsworthy and what is not.


It pains me immensely to see the journalists write supporting a particular political school of thought.

What is even more disturbing is their will to write against the idea of India being a truly Secular democratic republic in which any citizen belonging to any caste, race or religion and gender has the right to become the head of any Indian state no matter who are the majority people in that state namely Muslims or Hindus.


The writer of the artcle Mr Varghese seems disturbed that if BJP comes to power in Jammu and Kashmir, they might have a Hindu installed as the Chief Minister of the state where Muslims are a Majority. In his opinion not expressed directly and understood when read between the lines is a clear displeasure in a section of media on the emergence of BJP in Kashmir.


He goes on to point out the words of a PDP leader Nadeem Akhtar “When Jammu and Kashmir became a part of India in 1947, that was the first time in the 1400-year-old history of Islam that a Muslim nation became part of a secular, democratic country.”


This quoting of a thought is not a departure from journalistic ethic.But what follows is branding of National Conference and People's Democratic Party as pro India parties and the nationalistic cries of BJP in the call for Kashmir being a normal part of India are as communal and call for the development of the valley as Amit Shah- Narendra Modi combine's merchantile approach to Kashmir.


Dear Mr Journalist(not specific here) you have the right to write anything under the sun as proclaimed by the champion of Independence and pre-independent India's foremost nationalist freedom fighter and a torchbearer of fierce journalistic independence Sri Bal Gangadhar Tilak.
But Lokmanya Tilak launched Kesari with a nationalistic outlook and it was one of the foremost newspapers proclaiming Indian nationalism on the lines of Times of India and your own newspaper The Hindu.

Let's not forget that Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru had in 1932 Lahore declaration called for complete Independence or poorna swaraj from a part which is today's Pakistani Punjab. To the same Nehruvian School of thought initially the idea of poorna swaraj was dear which later faded out due to the advancing age of India's freedom fighters and a lack of clarity in the leadership of Nation's father Mahatma Gandhi in post Jinnah Era.

The founding fathers of this nation wanted the parts from Kashmir to Kanyakumari to be fully integrated in India with equal rights to people of all communities in all states irrespective of the caste and community name displayed in their birth certificate.

It was in the national interest and needs of the time the article 370 and a host of other laws were passed in 1947 and 1950's. The times have changed and people need to move on to a better future which is impossible without the complete integration of Kashmir in to India.

If the revered journalists of the land where God walked do not represent the secular idea of India, where a Hindu has the right to become the chief minister of a state with Muslim majority and a Muslim the right to become the chief minister of a state with Hindu or Sikh majority, I bow before them praying for their speedy recovery in to representing the Right (not right wing) idea of India !

I call it Bharat and do not have a problem with people calling it India. But if they have a problem with a Sampoorna Bharat from Kashmir to Kanyakumari joining Vaishnodevi to Ananta Padmanabha and Rozabel Shrine to Santhome all in one nation I pity them for their ignorance..

End.

Wednesday 10 December 2014

a death monologue on my birthday

Today is my birthday. I completed 23 years on earth today and I am thankful to my stars for that. Not everyone thinks of death everyday and definitely not on their birthday..But as my friends know I am a weird-confused-fool who happens to say north when people think of south and that led me to attempt a monologue of death... After all it is the ultimate reality of all living beings...Read on...

I am death...

The most feared and hated reality of your lives..

My name brings a sense of discomfort and shiver down your spine..

You hate me more than any other reality of life..

Yet I am the most sincere and uncontroversial thing happening to anybody..

I don't choose people based on their merits or demerits...in my eyes all are one living entity waiting for their turn to reach me..

I do not bother if someone hangs himself or is shot dead...my job is to help the soul reach the next world safely...

I don't give favours or take any and go on and on my duty irrespective of what time of the day it is or who the person is...that's why you call me Dharma...

Yet you do not respect me for doing my duty...for you the job was over on the day you named me Dharma...to forget Dharma in your own lives..

I stand behind you at every moment of your life trying to make you aware of my existence and make you follow my example...Dharma...yet you ignore me and go on and on pursuit of your endless passion for life and its imperfections...I do not complain and continue my duty and that is why you call me Kaala..

But here I am to remind you not with my dispassionate words of caution but with the love of a protector...do not ever cross the path of Dharma or waste Kaala...for you will be not be judged on the moments of your glory...but on your ability to remain humble in times of glory and stubborn to resist failure and keep your spirit of life alive until I arrive to take you forever...Dead are those who lose their spirit of life even before I arrive and immortals are the ones who embrace me with open arms with eyes full of life lived righteously...They are my chosen ones...Dharmiks and defeaters of Kaala..I bow before them...

Period.

Writing on writing by a writer of sorts!

These days words seem to flow on their own...My thoughts are taking the form of written expressions quite easily and I have never seemed more effortless than these days in my highly inconsistent and to a large extent non existent blogging life.I don't know who reads what I write other than me,but writing seems therapeutic to my unanswered questions on life and its unpredictable yet beautiful surprises.

As I put my thoughts word by word I seem to understand clearly the way my thoughts run. My scattered thoughts take the form of a few sentences binding around a central idea,thereby giving my thoughts the luxury of a clear cut boundary.

Every successful and versatile writer has had his share of writer's block. By that standard my inhibitions in the past to express what I feel should be seen as the begining of a destined journey of becoming a writer...for a person's thoughts when kept continuously under pressurised circumstances created by self not to express, eventually explode to help him explore that world further.

If writing can be compared to a philosophical journey, then the journey from being not able to write and being unable to control the urge of writing - should be seen as a journey of a nomad  finally finding his home.

This comparison brings me back to my central idea surrounding this blog...the journey of solitude. Writing may be influenced by people surrounding us but the process of writing is a journey of solitude. You may be writing something sitting in a corner of a restaurant full of people,yet you are the only person undertaking that journey through the ideas and characters that you have created. Someone once said that writing is a very personal thing and  I am a living example of that...writing a blog that hardly anyone reads..just to pursue my intense passion..

Sunday 7 December 2014

Breaking news...Breaking the trust...

Ever since I  wrote on the perils and pleasures of WhatsApp in my last post  there was not really a great discussion going on in the group due to the work pressure and prior commitments of group members. Then suddenly last night after I bid goodnight and slept my phone buzzed indicating a message and it was WhatsApp again.Some other day this would have been a customary goodnight message from one of the group members but yesterday it was different. It was posted by a doctor after a hectic day as usual and it read as follows..

Are you sure to justify:........
So many people die in road traffic accidents due to faulty roads...have you ever arrested any RTO ?

So many people get sick and some of them die due to polluted water..have you ever arrested any Public Health Department Official?

So many people evade taxes...have you ever arrested any Income Tax Returning Officer ?

So many students of government schools fail in exams... have you ever arrested any teacher ?

So many crimes take place in  area of every police station...have you ever arrested a police officer for failing to prevent crime ?

So many ATM'S and banks get looted...have you ever arrested any manager for it ?

So many judgments of lower courts get reversed in higher courts...have you ever arrested any judge for delivering wrong verdict?

So many politicians make false promises before elections and later on don't fulfill them...have you ever arrested any politician for cheating public?

So many films fail to entertain us...Have you ever arrested any filmmaker for making such a crap?

Then, beloved nation how could you expect a qualified Doctor to save every life he deals with???

This message came in the wake of recent incident in Chattisgarh Sterilization Camp disaster where about 8 women died on the same day and more were critical because of a drug antibiotic ciprofloxacin which got mixed with rat poison zinc phosphide resulting in the arrest of Doctors without background check.If this was the story it wouldn't have triggered this message to reach a non medical chat group in WhatsApp...A reputed media outlet went ahead with a news report claiming the doctors were responsible and if the doctors of this nation could do this how could the common man believe in them? After the media had found next round of breaking news and this news was out of coverage there appeared a drug company politician nexus which was the reason for the death of patients.It came to light that one of the Doctors arrested was a reputed and experienced hand and was on the verge of retirement. Such a negligence had never happened in his entire career...But the damage had already been done. Just because someone is arrested for questioning that does not mean the arrested person is a convict. He/she is just a suspect until the judgement comes and the suspect enjoys the possibility of being innocent. But in a hurry to publish breaking news way ahead of others that channel had given immense mental torture and pain to the arrested doctors and their family and medical fraternity as a whole.
Do these media men carry moral compass  and authority to put on trial every person they deem fit on national television ? If they claim that they were doing their duty and had no personal enmity with the person, what were the Doctors doing? Weren't they doing their duty with utmost devotion and belief in the medicine provided to them by the company? Does the same media outlet has the daredevilry to put on trial the drug company and politicians involved?? The answer is NO.

Every time an epidemic breaks out our Doctors respond to the call of duty putting aside their own family commitments and start working overnight to help cure people.They do so not because they are paid,It is the Hippocratic oath they have taken makes them respond to emergency. It has been internalized in their blood stream and they respond to any emergency at any time of the day just to see their patient getting cured. They are not personally involved with any patient.Every patient they come across is treated equally.

I am not keeping blind eye on genuine cases of medical negligence and exorbitant fees charged by hospitals.That has much to do with the greed of managements and a few greedy Doctors who malign the entire profession. 

There are corrupt and criminal people in every profession..but it is a major blow to journalistic standards if they charge a person of wrongdoing without giving a fair chance of defense. The media has every right to report incidents but THEY DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO PLANT STORIES and pass it of as fact...The sword of media is sharp but it must be used to cut the obstacles of free speech and not the hands of freedom...

I will end this long blog with the concluding message forwarded by that Doctor...

DOCTORS

We who were always overachievers. Who missed the dusk of our adolescence solving multiple choice questions.

We who began our adult lives spending alternate days with corpses. Who carry bones in our bags and books that break our backs. Who spend the prime of our youth in the grime of wards. Who have already witnessed a lifetime’s share of deaths. Who learn about depression but fail to recognize it in ourselves.


We who have no definite college hours. Who don white coats even in the heat of May. Who are accustomed to the dead weight of stethoscopes around our necks. Who will pursue likely teachers for a lesson even into the night.


We who also study law, sociology, psychology, entomology, nutrition, sanitation and statistics. Who are always between exams. Who neglect the pursuit of our other passions. Who sometimes cancel our own vacations. Who covet amphetamines.


We who touch people slathered with stools, slime and psoriasis. Who have been sprayed by every infective fluid. Who are protected from a life with HIV by the flimsy rubber of gloves. Who tempt its prolonged death every time we draw blood. Who laugh off our chances of contracting tuberculosis. Who know batch mates who have.


We who study for four-and-a-half years but intern as peons. Who graduate after our peers have finished post graduation. Who are the last to earn first salaries. Whose parents must support us well into our twenties. Whose futures are thwarted by the government every step of the way.

We who sacrifice weekends to classes that propel us towards specialization. Who must compete with each other for expertise you desperately need. Who will slog for years to earn the letters you look for suffixing our names.

We whose friends have designated us perpetually busy. Whose presence at family functions is always greeted with surprise. Who are sick of the question, ‘what are you going to specialize in?’

We who have befriended no non-medical person since our course began. Who are no longer with our loves from before it did. Who date each other and discuss medicine. Who will advise you to procreate before thirty but who marry after it.

We who trawl PlayStore for medical apps. Who have spent more on medical manuals than meals and movies combined. Who believe that the real problem is unregulated fertility. Who associate the first rains with malaria. Who are disillusioned by the fact that there is no health without wealth.

We who are hunted and haunted by questions that have no answers. Who feel guilty when we know less than we should. Who fear that we will never be good enough.

We who cannot round off numbers. Who are forbidden shortcuts. Who are not allowed to be judgmental. Who must help even the dregs of society.

We who cannot ever abandon logic. Who are rational but must allow for prejudices. Who have no choice but to listen.

We who will never tell you any of this.


We who really need to step back and appreciate ourselves...



I don't know who wrote this originally but a brilliantly written piece it is...Let the media not be judgemental....