Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Open letter to my young PJU friends

Dear young PJU friends,
Our nation is faced with a threat. A threat that is somehow generic, subtle and evil at the same time, one that escapes definition except via rhetoric. 
Today I salute your courage for having chosen to fight this unequal battle against injustice, rationality and dictatorship. 
The coming few months are not going to be easy. You will be targeted by the same non-specific forces. They will not leave any stone unturned in trying to extract specificity and logic from your speeches. They will try to humiliate you by asking you if you have anything concrete to say. Clarity has always been the last resort of the oppressor. Every effort will be made to wean you away from vague melodrama and even force you to attend to your coursework for the only reason that you are still students. Do not fall prey to these forces.
You are the torchbearers of our collective hope and the future of our country, or what is left of it once you take charge. Your educational background in subaltern studies and postmodern Kenya is starkly relevant to contemporary India. And your idea of separate nation states wherever there are insurgent(s) is amazing. 
As the lyricist Sameer once famously wrote
dil dil dil dil main tere pyar me khoya main saari raat na soya main kya karoon
Do not sleep, my young friends, till you win back the broad hazy sense of freedom that you so love.
Long live the revolution
Another bahut krantikari

Sunday, May 8, 2016

The man whose wife didn't know English

Subtitles
Ramanujam (in English) : My little darling wife Janaki, how wonderful these numbers, how profound their meaning...
Janaki (in Tamil) : What's wrong with you? What language are you yapping in?
R : Why, my dear, it is Tamil, of course. Don't you see how sing-songy I'm being? And so full of quaint phrases. It has got to be Tamil, my little heart.
J : (Oh crap, we must be in a Hollywood movie again) I have no idea what you're on about. Is that English you're speaking?
R : Of course not, my love, how profound the stars above. As if Goddess Kaalilakshmi's blessings adorned the saree of the nightsky...
J : (This is probably the TB hitting his brain) Er...By the way, if we're newly married, aren't I like 10 years old now?
R : My sour little sweetheart, look at the heavens. Look at this little tree, it has 3 leaves. 3 is such a beautiful number. Oh Janaki, Oh Janaki. How beautiful these things. The weather is pretty good, maybe we should do an animal sacrifice or two and call the snake charmers for a quick round of black tea and scones. How I love speaking in my mother tongue Tamil. Oh Tamil, how identical you are to English, if not for the singsonginess and the weirdness.