A befitting
tribute to Israel
By
Khushwant Singh
FIFTY years ago when Israel was
recognised as a sovereign state, Indians who rejoiced
over the event were immediately condemned for being
anti-Muslims. When I, who prided myself for being very
pro-Muslim, set up a society called The Indian Friends
of Israel, I was denounced by some Muslim friends.
"Anti-Muslim venom manifests itself in different
ways. One of them is supporting Israel against its Arab
neighbours," they said. This was absolute hogwash
(orthodox Jews and Muslims will forgive me for using an
expression offensive to both religions). However, I
concede that many who agreed to become members of the
society did not do so for any love for Israel but because
they harboured some grudge against Muslims. I wound up
the organisation. For four decades, our government
followed an anti-Israel policy dictated by Arab nations.
Since we had accorded
recognition to Israel and allowed them to open a
consulate in Bombay, our government continued accepting
dictates of the Arabs and the Israeli Consul was not
allowed to visit Delhi. Our government persisted in this
folly till Morarji Desai took over as Prime Minister.
Then we opened full diplomatic relations with Israel.
India has an embassy in Jerusalem; Israel has one in
Delhi. Now our ministers attend receptions given by the
Israeli Ambassador.
One instance of the
changed Indo-Israeli relations was the celebrations of
Israels 50th birthday in Delhis
Inter-Continental Hotel (old Holiday Inn). An Israeli
Jazz band, Dan Gottfried Quintet, represented its
country. Ustad Zakir, the tabla maestro represented
India. My friend Akram Fahmi, Chairman of Seagram and his
lovely Chinese wife supplied the beverage.
The auditorium of the
hotel was packed. What made the occasion memorable was
the jugalbandi between Zakir and the Jazz band. I
have heard Zakir perform with our top sitar, sarod and
santoor players: he was always a delight to watch and to
hear. He excelled himself in his musical dialogue with
the Israelis: he was superb. A more befitting tribute to
Israel on attaining half-a-century could not have been
paid than by our young ustad, the greatest tabla
player of all times.
Passion
for dance
I have not met anyone
quite like her: young, good looking and more animated
than any woman I have known. Dancer, scholar of dance
forms Indian and western and playwright.
Her mother tongue is Telugu but she writes in English.
Her dance-drama God has changed His name has been
staged in different cities of India, Europe and the USA.
It is the outcome of eight years of research in the
institution of devadasis which earned her a
doctorate and got her a lecturers job in
Northwestern University near Chicago.
The first time she came to
see me, she was a torrent of impassioned monologue about
her play: "Devadasis are married to God; God
is immortal; therefore, devadasis can never become
widows. God has no libido, so they remain virgins, no
matter how many men they sleep with or how many children
they have through them. People call them temple
prostitutes: they are and they are not. They dance for
temple deities and serve their priests. But for them
Bharatnatyam and other styles of South Indian dances
would have been lost." And so on. She jumped up from
her chair, stood facing me, turned round to examine
herself in the wall mirror, sat down on another chair,
stood up again, turned about and took the seat from where
she started. I was like one watching a tennis match
turning my face from one side to the other, following the
flight of a tennis ball. What restless energy the girl
had! I was enchanted. She paused and asked me if I wanted
to know any more about her. I replied I did but she had
not given me a chance to ask her any questions. She
laughed and said, "Okay, I agree I did not. Next
time we meet you can ask about all you want to know about
me." A date was fixed.
This time it was different
Avanthi was subdued and cautious in her answers. She is
the grand-daughter of T. Prakasam, the Andhra leader. She
was born in Madras; but would not give me her date of
birth. Her father, Murali Krishna, was an engineer with a
firm manufacturing motor cycles. Her mother, Shyamala,
was a dancer and is now a housewife looking after her
husband and home in Bangalore. She did her schooling in
Holy Angels Convent and took her degree from Madras
University. She started dancing at the age of three
and has been dancing ever since. It was after she
went abroad, she realised that there was nothing static
about classical forms of Indian dances and they were
undergoing subtle changes after exposure to western
ballet and modern rock-n-roll. It became the thesis of
her doctorate. She has amassed several awards as a dancer
and playwright.
How did you come by the
name Avanthi? I havent known anyone else with that
name? I asked her.
"When I was born, my
father happened to be in Italy. He was much taken by the
road sign Avanti and wrote to grandfather that it would
be a nice name for his daughter. My grandfather added the
letter h after the t to make it
sound authentically South Indian, Avanthi."
"Didnt your
parents arrange a marriage for you?"
She hesitated before she
replied: "I was married for two years. I realised I
could not continue my career as a dancer with my
obligations as a wife. So I called it off. Domesticity
and motherhood dont go with creativity."
"You are an
uncommonly attractive woman. You must be much sought
after as a companion?"
"A creative person
needs his or her own space to find full expression.
Marriage does not provide for that kind of space."
Avanthi means to return to
India next year for good. She has not decided whether she
will live in Bangalore or Delhi. I hope she opts for
Delhi.
The
perfect robot
Indian puppetry
compares well with the best
Available in countries
of the west.
In robotics though
India appeared to be
rather slow,
Until a mere Indian
Laloo,
Using purely Indian
knowhow
Could create
A robot that can walk,
cook and mate,
Can even talk, though
in private;
And amazing still,
Can even run a state!
The west may take a
century to catch up
To create something to
match up.
But, what a tragic
tale;
The Indian inventor was
sent to jail.
(Contributed by J.C.
Mehta, Delhi)
Add to
vocabulary
Banta took a crash course
in English. After a few days, he told his friend,
"Santa, I have mastered the English language. I can
say idhar aao in English and the fellow will come
to me."
"Thats
good," replied Santa, "but can you also say udhar
jao in English?"
Banta paused for a while
and replied, "In that case I will go over there and
say come here."
Contributed by Shivtar
Singh Dalla, Ludhiana)
Note:
This feature was published on November 19, 1998.
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