Ungodly Barriers

This is an article from Barkha Dutt on the sabarimala issue.

We made the generals feel like geriatrics-old men with old ideas-when they dared to suggest that the soldiers liked going stag.

Our outrage pushed the Defence Minister into declaring that India's Army was ready to change with the times-women could be considered for combat.

And the anger spawned some unlikely paratroopers against prejudice - it was Sushma Swaraj who led the battle from the frontline. Indian women, it seemed were ready to storm any frontier.

Not quite. Not at all.

In the India of 2006, a temple described as an "unmatched instance of religious tolerance" keeps women firmly outside the circle of benign benediction, at least women between the ages of 10-50.

An array of excuses is provided by the influential temple board that controls the hill shrine of Sabarimala: - Lord Ayyappa was a bachelor god who made the hill top his home after a vow of celibacy; the eight kilometer arduous trek through the thick forests surrounding the hill isn't suitable for women; the forty-one day penance before the pilgrimage is far too strenuous for them; allowing women to mix with the millions of male pilgrims would create a "law and order" problem; and menstrual blood would stain the sacred spirit.

So, we will fight for the right of women to fly fighter jets; we will argue that women can jump into trenches, march up mountains and brave bullets; and we will bark at the suggestion that our monthly period is a biological barrier to physical equality.

But when it comes to Religion, we will silently accept the tyranny of tradition.

Look at the absurdity of the most recent controversy. An astrological invocation declared that the deity was distressed, among other things by the presence of women in the inner sanctorum of the temple. A yester year heroine "confessed" that she had violated rules and managed to sneak in, and touch the idol's feet, nineteen years ago, way back in 1987. She then asked for "forgiveness."

Temple authorities do not think saying sorry is quite enough; legal action is being threatened against the actress, and a "corrective purifying ritual" is being unveiled.

The astrologers have a master plan for how to cleanse the soul and spirit of the soiled temple-a temple pond will be built; the deity will be dressed up in new ornaments; all commercial establishments will be removed from the complex. All this will take two years and many lakhs of rupees to accomplish, but at least God will be happy again, and the temple scrubbed clean of the lingering shadow of female presence.

Isn't it strange that not a single woman politician of worth has spoken up against the institutionalized discrimination? Even more ominous is their silence at the obvious subtext of the controversy- menstruation is a bad word; a bodily shame that must be isolated and contained.

Isn't it a matter of some irony that this has unfolded in a state governed by non-believers? The Marxists, scornful of religion and rituals by definition, have simply chosen to look the other way, saying it was for the temple to set its own rules.

This despite the fact that the temple is partially funded by public money-the State of Kerala gives the temple board eighty lakh rupees every year in grants. Surely that makes the temple accountable to basic constitutional standards of equality?

And what about ordinary people? You and me; how do we feel? Some of the arguments I have heard are bewildering and even more problematic than the non-response of the political establishment. Our own newsroom erupted into a fierce debate over my proclamation that this was a temple of prejudice and should be reported as such. It all came down to a few familiar debating points.

The first and foremost is the assertion that Sabarimala is perhaps the most inclusive of all temples in India; that it dares to break down the entrenched caste hierarchy by throwing open its doors to men of all castes; even Non-Hindus are allowed in, the temple does not discriminate on the basis of religion, unlike say, the Puri Jagannath Temple, where even Indira Gandhi was not allowed to worship after she married a Parsi.

So yes, the temple is less rooted in bias and relatively more enlightened than many others. But does one sort of progressiveness obliterate another kind of prejudice? If we are appalled by temples that close their compounds to Dalits, we have a right to be just angry at a temple that denies women the right to worship.

One right doesn’t erase another wrong, and to be so selective in our outrage is to me a twisted sort of political correctness. It's a bit like saying that the Indian army is more secular, honest and incorruptible than any other public institution, so when we accuse it of being bigoted against women, we are unfair and incorrect.

Fact is, both are simultaneously true. And so it is with Sabarimala.

Some see the criticism of the temple's no-woman policy as "Hindu-bashing". Would I have reacted just as vociferously if the controversy had erupted in another Faith? The implication in the accusation is obvious-in India, liberals like myself steer clear of pronouncements on minority religions.

Not true.

I would feel just as strongly about the rights of Muslim women to be Imams; Christian women to be priests; and Sikh women to perform the seva at the Golden Temple. Nor do I buy the argument that people like myself have no right to take a position on matters of faith, since we are essentially too far removed from the world of the believing; too urban and deracinated to have an informed understanding.

Admittedly I'm not religious and my relationship with God is a deeply personal one. But does that mean that I cannot take a position in demanding certain absolute values of equality; values that should and must rise above the specifics of region, religion or race?

Change is always resisted; never accepted easily and rarely smooth. No wonder then that all across the world the mostly-male practitioners of religion are facing pretty much the same sort of challenges; the wall of obscurantism they have erected between God and ordinary believers is being chipped away at, bit by bit.

Are we, in India, going to remain silent?

J K Galbraith is no more

In some corner of the morning papers i saw 'JK Galbraith dead'.
A man of towering intellect and the one who saw it all for almost a century,
John Kenneth Galbraith was one of the beautiful minds of yesteryears, an eqivalent of today's Amartya sen or yesterday's Edward Said.

I grew up looking amazed at these folks communicating the world so effectively all its intricacies. Above all is their purity of mind which made them capable of speaking only what they think is truth.

Galbraith famously called india 'a functioning anarchy'. Not a proud thing,
but how true it is after 40 aodd years of his ambassadorship to this country.
in this age of 15 minute fame, we see no more of those convictions that made men like galbraith, who was also the earliest opponent of Vietnam war.

May the beautiful mind rest in peace.

Love's Labor is Never Lost

...... My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him
for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling
when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into
marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting
tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before,
has now transformed into the cause of all my
restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and
extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship
and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments,
like a little girl yearning for candy.

My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of
sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic
moments into our marriage has disheartened me about
love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision,
that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired,there are no reasons for everything in
the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep
thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My
feeling of disappointment only increased, here was
a man who can't even express his predicament, what
else can I hope from him? And finally he asked
me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody
said it right, it's hard to change a person's p
ersonality, and I guess, I have started losing
faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered :
"Here is the question, if you can answer and
convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's
say,I want a flower located on the face of a
mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking
the flower will cause your death, will you do it
for me?"

He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I wokeup the next morning to find him gone, and
saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting,
underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near
the front door, that goes....My dear,"I would not
pick that flower for you, but please allow me to
explain the reasons further.."

This first line was already breaking my heart. I
continued reading."When you use the computer you
always mess up the Software programs,and you cry
in front of the screen, I have to saved my fingers
so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I
have to save my legs to rush home to open the door
for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new
city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.You like
to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be
infected by infantile autism. I have to save my
mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your
boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that
will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save
my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to
clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying
white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while
strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine
and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of
flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young
face...Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is
someone who loves you more than I do... I could not
pick that flower yet, and die.. "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of
his handwriting...and as I conntinue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if
you are satisfied, please open the front door for
I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread
and fresh milk...I rush to pull open the door, and
saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his
hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now
I am very sure that no one will ever love me as
much as he does,and I have decided to leave the
flower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by
love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one
tends to ignore the true love that lies in between
the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms,
even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been
a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. .
flowers,and romantic moments are only used and appear
on the surface of the relationship. Under all this,
the pillar of true love stands...and that's our life...
Love, not words win arguments.