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Let us hold
our heads high
By Manohar
Malgonkar
EVER since Kargil began, like
everyone else in the subcontinent, I became a positive
glutton for news. I began to spend long hours in front of
the magic box, impatiently surfing the major news
channels in an effort not to miss the summations of the pandits
of the media of what was happening in Kashmir. Every
day that passed without a declaration of war was
something to be thankful for.
In early July, the
tension began to ease, and there were news bulletins on
the BBC and CNN without so much as a mention of Kargil.
In this sort of situation, no news means good news. For
the time being, war had been averted. Common sense told
us that there would be a few aftershocks if only
as face-saving exercises, but these we had learned to
live with. From now on one could confront the TV set
without that knot of anxiety in the pit of ones
stomach, take a wholesome interest in what was happening
in the rest of the world which Kargil had blocked out for
close to two months.
That world was still
very much there and, as usual, a lot was happening in it.
Pride of place in the BBC and CNN news bulletins was
still given to Kosovo which, so the spin doctors never
tired of telling us, had been nearly brought to a state
of normalcy except that the people still lived in tents,
on doled out food and guarded by an army of occupants
which itself bickered over chains of command and areas of
control. In Northern Ireland, Tony Blair had brought
about a shotgun truce between the Protestants, the
Catholics and their militant wings or had he?
Famine raged in Sudan, and Bihar had its worst floods in
years, but there were equally serious floods in
Bangladesh, China, and of all places, Japan
surely, Japan didnt even have rivers big enough to
cause floods?
In short, business as
usual. But wait, something quite unprecedented was taking
place in that bastion of Islamic orthodoxy, Iran.
University students in Teheran had come out in the
streets, yelling slogans and setting fire to buses,
demanding a relaxation of the press laws, and to protest
against the prohibitions which laid down rules as to what
clothes they must wear, what books they must read, what
songs they could sing. This was nothing short of heresy,
a gesture of defiance against the Ayotollahs, a
recantation of the Islamic revolution.
And as such, a movement
to be stamped down with determination. So the right-wing
elements in Iran organised a counter-demonstration.
People were brought in hired buses from distant parts of
the country to participate in a mammoth procession to
express their resentment against the student agitation
and, on the contrary, to express solidarity and support
for the same things that the students were agitating
against. They carried slogans saying: Death to America.
Death to Israel!
Here was the classic
confrontation: dogma against common sense, orthodoxy
against liberalism. It had happened before only ten years
earlier, in China, and there the communists had stamped
it down with brute force. Here the mullahas had
their own methods which were just as ruthless. A counter
protest march by the believers. In speech after speech
they extolled the religious heads of the country and
condemned the students for being dissatisfied with the
rules regulating their lives. The paradox was that for me
( and, I sincerely hope for most of those who watched
this counter-demonstration on TV) it actually succeeded
in making the points of the student demonstration far
more forcefully than the students themselves had done.
On the TV screen, the
protest march of Irans rightists looked like any
other procession; a packed mass of humanity moving along
a city street, like a sluggish river. Except that this
procession contained a huge dark patch, a black shadow,
right at its centre. It moved forward like something
carried by the current, looking ominous. It was only
after the main portion of the procession came closer to
the TV cameras that the viewers realised what the moving
black mass was: It was formed by the women participants,
thousands of them, and all of them dressed in black
black robe, black shoulder cloth, black scarf
wound tightly round the head so that much of the face was
hidden.
That a nations
rulers should compel its women to go about looking like
crows was surely a crime against womanhood itself? Should
not the women of Iran have backed the agitating students
instead of the religious leaders who had dictated that
they must not appear in the streets in any other clothes
but this uniform of shrouds and veils? was this
not a denial of a womans natural instinct to
wear colourful clothes, ornaments, makeup to make
herself look beautiful?
And to think that even
these women of Iran condemned by the whim of some
religious rule-maker to go about their business wearing
nothing but black, would have been thought to be too
forward in other Islamic lands, such as Afghanistan
where, they would not have been allowed to parade in the
streets at all, even as black shrouds.
I watched in spellbound
disbelief, thinking: This surely was George Orwells
1984 transposed to 1999, with faith substituting for
Communism and the Big Brother with the moustache replaced
by a man with a turban and beard, in absolute control of
every aspect of human life. And in the wake of that
thought came a surge of sheer relief, that these same
rules did not apply in our country. Here college girls
need not wear black shrouds and cover their heads; here
the police dont have the power to march you off to
the prison for not keeping a beard or for watching
football at the hour of prayers. Here secularism was not
merely election-time rhetoric but a heritage
something that was a fact of history before they could
have devised a word to describe it: secularism. Only in
India we have had heads of state who did not belong to
the religion of the majority. Can you imagine a Hindu or
a Sikh captaining the Pakistani cricket team? To see
secularism in practice, first see a TV play on Pakistani
TV or a film made in Pakistan. Not a single un-Islamaic
name involved in its making. It is as though the ultimate
in ethnic cleansing the dream of Serbia has
been already achieved.
And then watch the
credits roll after an Indian film. About half the stars,
directors, technicians, singers are Muslims.
Here different religions
have lived side by side if not in complete amity,
at least in a spirit of tolerance. There have been
Christians ever since Christianity began and Jews even
before the Christians came. There were Arab colonies in
Malabar before the Arabs became Muslims. Here Buddha was
born and propagated a new faith. Here the Parsis were
given asylum and kept their sacred fire burning. Here the
Sikhs have made their home. Oh, yes, there are
differences among these different races; at that, in what
other country do so many diverse faiths live together
with so civilised a dismissal of their racial prejudices?
A glaring and,
fortunately, also gorgeous example of Indias living
secularism is the actress Shabana Azmi. I dont
believe that anyone thinks of her as either Muslim or
Hindu as, to all appearances, she herself doesnt.
Those who saw her on BBCs Hard Talk, being
interviewed by Tim Sebastian could not fail to have been
impressed by her performance. Sebastian has a way of
asking prying questions which often have the effect of
making his interviewees squirm and lose their cool. Azmi
proved a match for him. She was poised and relaxed and
full of confidence. She was dressed as though she was
going to attend a wedding ceremony, in a rich silk sari
and loaded with jewellery and with a prominent tikka on
her forehead. She stoutly defended her role as a lesbian
in a recent film, Fire.
It is not easy to think
of someone like Azmi muffled up in black robes and
veiled, shuffling along in a procession carrying placards
saying: Death to America. Death to Israel. One shudders
to think of the punishment a religious court would award
for her flagrant violation of the rules of behaviour for
ladies in Islamic countries: for appearing on British TV
dressed up as a Hindu bride and, even more shockingly,
defending her role as a lesbian.
In this country, they
have had the good sense to nominate Azmi to the Rajya
Sabha, the highest legislative council in the land.
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