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Saturday, October 31, 1998

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Unleashing the dogs of war

By Amrita Dhingra

SHE had us in the doghouse. ‘She’ as in Madeliene Spence, a Shirley Temple look alike, characterised by devious treachery and sly conspiracy. ‘Us’ as in Spooky and myself. We had lost the last bout and ignominous defeat rankled. All Spooky’s heart-brimming, Labrador-enthusiasm for life had fizzled out in the face of Madeliene’s vindictiveness.

We lay in the warm sunshine — the birds were chirping, the butterflies were going about whatever it is that they do — but we were spent forces, shadows of our former selves. Well, I’m sure you’re wondering why? Just to get you into the picture I’ll go over the ghastly scene once again. I do hope you appreciate the trauma I’m going to undergo.

Situation: I have a dog named Spooky. Elder sister (I’m sure it’s a horrible mistake) Madeliene has a French poodle called Cherie. Madeliene and Cherie detest us. For us they don’t exist. Result: Frequent skirmishes.

But this time Maddy had caught us on the wrong paw — very wrong, very muddy set of paws to be precise. Spooky had chased Cherie right into enemy territory. Madeliene’s wall-to-wall pale pink carpet (everything she owns is various shades of pink) was to quote her, "Absolutely ruined, Mother!" A point hotly debated by us. "What kind of a person lives in a pink room with a pink carpet?" I demanded, when she marched me up to mother for a court-martial. Neverthe-less, the battle was lost. The gleam of triumph in Made-liene’s eye and the supercilious swagger affected by Cherie made our blood boil. Spooky was exiled from the house for a week, to be confined to her kennel at night.

We may be down but were definitely not out. Not yet. There had to be a way to get back at them. For a moment I considered the wisdom of saddling Madeliene or Cherie to my horse and making it gallop around the grounds. But no, it was too open to repercussions. We could, of course, capture Cherie and rid her of the awfully soppy ‘fur style’ Maddy is so proud of. The very thought made me smile. But no, that would be like gifting her with a use-as-and-when-you-please set of nuclear bombs. And use them she would. Then, just as I thought I could think no further and that the maggots had finally got my brain — it struck. Divine inspiration, there’s no other word for it. I am not a student of psychology for nothing you know. We could use Maddy’s love for all sorts of horror movies to retaliate. On guard Madeliene Spence!

Any general will tell you that no war is won without assessing the lay of the land. To plan, to prepare, to strike. I rubbed my hands with glee and patted myself on the back. Of all the ripe schemes I had ever come up with — this was the fruitiest. Dangerous? Of course it was dangerous! I fixed my face into its usual mask of unconcerned boredom (the one Maddy calls dumb), put my hands in my pockets and sauntered into the house, a tuneless whistle on my lips. A picture of innocence.

And then suddenly over lunch, the picture became rosy. Rosy and rosier. It was as if Lady Luck’s conscience had given her a mighty nudge and she rearranged the course of fate to suit my purpose to a T. Dad and Mum were going out that evening for a late night dinner party. Hip Hip Hooray Like Mark Antony I bided my time. All the while when Madeliene made pointed little barbs at Spooky and me over dinner, I held on. Gritted my teeth and held on. The time had not yet come to unleash the dogs of war.

She finally settled down to watch the X-Files. Madeliene just love to be scared within an inch of her life, provided of course she is cosily curled up on a couch, ensconced in a safe, warm living room. But safe, warm living rooms must be left...and upstairs I waited. Meanwhile I put on my black slacks and jumper. The ski-mask and a box of matches waited in readiness on my dresser.

At quarter past eleven, a funny little procession made its way up. Madeliene followed by Cherie, and as they came up, she switched on all the lights from the hall to the landing leading to our rooms. Well! What do you know! Madeliene was scared. Through the connecting door I heard her go about her changing and tucking-Cherie-in routine. This door, you must know, is kept bolted on both sides. By twelve she was in bed.

The time had come. I switched off the light and climbed out of the window. It was a dark, blustery night. Going to the corner of the balcony I shone the torch on to Spooky’s kennel. She looked up, saw me and let out a yelp of delight. I let out my owl imitation call. Spooky thought it was a new game, sat down, raised her head and let out a loud howl

"Ooooo-ooo-yoooo," went Spooky.

"Twoo-twoo," went the owl.

First I put on my ski mask, then I lit a match and let it burn. When it was almost fully burnt, I extinguished it. It left a magnificent cinder. I popped it into my mouth and clamped it between my teeth, just above the tongue. A few steps and I was at Maddy’s window.

"Yooooo-whoooo," continued Spooky.

I blew on the match-cinder, it glowed fiercely and I rapped on the window.

Maddy got a good look at a dark, distorted face which had a month of red glowing embers. She sat bolt upright, her eyes popped out, she went white...still the horrific figure gestured menacingly and the ghostly ‘hyooo-whooo’ continued.

She opened her month to yell but couldn’t fine her voice. The monster! Then her voice returned. "Ma...Mo—ther.......!: she jumped out of bed. Taking advantage of her turned back, I rushed back into my room, chucked the matchbox and mask into the closet. I think I changed into my pyjamas in thirty seconds that night. Maddy did not waste time. She banged the door.

"Ami! Open the door!"

"What"" I threw the jumper and slacks into the closet, slid my shoes under the bed. "Please, Plea...se!! Open the door!" the yelling grew even more desperate.

The sight that greeted my eyes was as pretty as any I’m ever likely to see. Madeliene Spence’s rosy complexion had turned a delicate green, her curlers were askew, her breath came in short gasps.

"It ...it’s going to eat my liver!"

"What?" Calm, surprised — that’s me.

"May I come into your room?" she clutched my shoulder as if expecting the liver-eating monster to spring out any second.

"Well yes, but you may get leprosy or die of asphyxiation," I can rub it in with the best of them.

"Where’s....where’s Spooky?"

"Confined to her kennel as you desired m"lady."

"Couldn’t ....couldn’t you get her up here?"

"Why? What happened to Cherie?" the question was purely rhetorical because we both could see Maddy’s ‘angel’ sound asleep in her basket.

"I am sorry Ami. Get Spooky in. I need protection."

I couldn’t ignore a beseeching look, could I? After some more grovelling on her part I gave in and Spooky was restored to her rightful place at the foot of my bed. Maddy, I might add, climbed into my spare cot and made me keep the light on all night.

The next day dawned bright and clear. There was no rain on our parade as we marched downstairs for breakfast. Madeliene’s voice was low as she narrated the night’s events to mother — I caught the last part, ".....let Spooky stay in please."

As we tucked into one of cook’s finest breakfasts, I appreciated the poetic justice of the situation. The battle had been won and we were home safe and dry. Was it my imagination or did I really see a knowing twinkle in my mother’s eye as she passed me the bacon? I guess I’ll never know, but then, neither will Madeliene.
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The doctrines of Bhakti and Shakti

By Gur Rattan Pal Singh

IN the autobiographical reminiscences contained in Bachittar Natak, Guru Gobind Singh, the Tenth Guru of the Sikhs, had specified the purpose of his coming to the world: "The Divine Guru had charged me with the duty of upholding religion (dharma), and on that account I had come into this world for extending righteousness everywhere and for seizing and destroying the evil and sinful. Oh saints! Be clear that I assumed birth for getting the wheel of dharma moving, saving saints and exterminating all tyrants."

Because of the imperfect condition of man, he is not fated to be a human being and he has been rightly compared to chimera (a fire-breathing monster having a lion’s head, a goat’s body and a serpent’s tail). Therefore, the invocation of religion becomes the only indispensable choice for taming the beastly instincts of a man.

According to the Sikh scripture, the aim of religion is to elevate man to the exalted level of an angel. (‘I hail my Guru many times a day who made angles of men and that too without delay.’)

In the epic age, the rishis involved in the spiritual affairs had always to look after the kings and princes for protection against the onslaught of demons. The rulers were also conscious that in no case could they find it safe and administratively prudent to permit the rishis or saints to overshadow their majesty, power and glory. In Khulaasa-Tut-Twarakh (Digest of histories), its author, Sujan Rai Bhandari, refers to the tragic end of saint Sayyadi Maulla at Delhi during the reign of Jalal-ud-din Khilji: "Lakhs fed in his langar where 1,000 maunds of refined flour, 500 maunds of meat and 200 maunds of ghee were cooked daily. Sayyadi Maulla, with lakhs of followers, could be a threat to the Sultan. A Sultan has to be cruel and merciless in the interest of his subjects. He has to do some pruning like a wise gardener. If lakhs of men collect even without the intention of making a riot, it is proper to disperse them for the royal satisfaction. The admirers of Sayyadi Maulla were sent to different places for the leader to be trampled by the elephants."

The Sikh Gurus were of the considered opinion that the mixing of parallel currents of Bhakti and Shakti was a sine qua non for protecting the hermits from the evil-doers. They embraced the unique proposition, so far considered impossible, of blending spirituality with temporality in one human personality — a saint-soldier. Evil must be nipped, even if it involves the use of force. In 1708, Guru Gobind Singh, after protracted discussions and parleys with the Mughal Emperor, Bahadur Shah, the son and successor of Aurangzeb, came to the firm conclusion that "all means of peaceful persuasion" had failed, and it had, therefore, become the right and duty of the Sikhs to "move the hand to the hilt of the sword".

In medieval and post-medieval period, the blessings of Ganesha and Sarasvati, the evil-destroyers, were invoked before embarking on any adventure, but the Tenth Guru, through a new phenomenon, invokes the power of the double-edged sword: "O sword, I can complete this volume if you help me. This sword cuts into pieces, destroys the evil-doers and remains to be the inner force of the battle-fields. This sword is the bestower of saints’ bliss and destroyer of the ill-will and evil tendencies. I hail this power and surrender before it which is the origin of this whole world." The sword, which symbolises Shakti in its supreme aspect, was not to be used as a butcher’s knife but as a surgeon’s instrument and it is the protector of saints, the scourge of the wicked and the scatterer of sinners. It is to be wielded by the selfless saint-soldiers ready to sacrifice their lives at the altar of truth and for doing away with once for all the Mephistophelean forces in society.

The confluence of faith and military expertise in the saint-soldier personality of the Khalsa had given a new dimension to the Indian philosophical thought. Religion bereft of political power degenerates into a mere study of philosophy. The fusion of religious and martial spirits, which are complimentary and supplementary to each other, is sure to strengthen
God-centred forces.

The above two doctrines had assailed the concept of Avtarvad, according to which evil is destroyed by its own suicidal nature or else it must be destroyed by the direct intervention of Godly power. As per above doctrines, the evil must be routed root and branch with the help of God without waiting for the intervention of extra-terrestrial powers.

According to Gokul Chand Narang, after centuries of subjection, Guru Nanak was the first among the Hindus to raise his voice against tyranny and oppression. In this struggle against injustice and oppression, the importance of the above two doctrines assume great relevance and significance.back

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