I am like this only: The Indian woman

Today it’s the clothes I wear and the beer I drink
Tomorrow it’ll be the religion I believe and the God I call

Today it’s the places I’m in and the people I meet
Tomorrow it’ll be my patriotism and my country of origin

Today it’s the things I do and the woman I am
Tomorrow it’ll be my persona and my being-ness in question

Today it’s the way I am and the direction I take
Tomorrow it’ll be the diversions and disturbances I cause

Do what you want but reality remains
Whether you like it or not… ‘I am like this only’

Cause and effect: The Indian juggernaut’s moment of truth

India is the country to watch say experts across the globe. It’s the most happening place, recession or not. There are deadlines to meet and milestones to pass. So in all seriousness, the makeover has to be there. But what happens when the soothsayers are embarrassed with incidents like the Mangalore attack on women? The causes are laid on the table and the effects are then justified!

So what happened in Mangalore? It depends on which side of the fence you are. There are sane voices trying to say that this is an open and shut case of violence against women and that is that. But believe it or not there is the ‘cause and effect’ argument. The attack happened because the women were doing something immoral, they were not dressed properly (whatever that means), and they were performing something not befitting them? This then is the ‘cause and effect’ argument. ‘I’ did it because someone else did something else. What ‘I’ did then goes into the background conveniently.

How long will we go along with the cause and effect argument? How long will we justify violence in all it’s forms by hiding behind others? This then is India’s moment of truth. How far have we come? Who are we really? Where are we going?

Where is my freedom?

The Mangalore pub incident starts with the difficult proposition of being given a name at first. What should the media or civil society call it? Is it eve teasing, violence against women, or a fight against drugs and immorality along with a fight to save Indian cultural ethos? (The Shri Ram Sena argument) I would clearly call it violence against women, which resonates into all parts of India. It is a warning to all women to fall into line or risk being punished. (It is another matter that the punishment is meted out by unofficial armies. Coming to think of it India is building itself into a horde of unofficial groups).

It is interesting that violence against women happens in various spheres of Indian life. A father uses violence against his daughter, a brother against his sister, a husband against his wife, and then collective violence is let out against women in the shadow of war, communal clashes, and culture purification. All the talk about ‘all Indians are my brothers and sisters’ prove to be humbug and the word sister itself is open to further introspection.

The movie ‘Slum Dog Millionaire’ has come in for some slack because it shows a particular side of India. It has unsettled some because they feel India is not just it’s slums. Although India is not just it’s slums, the truth remains that this is the real India. Just like the Mangalore pub attack is the truth that stares at India. It may unsettle many in India as they would not like this to be publicised but this is what we are.

So then we need to get to the concept of freedom in India. It is the same concept which got us the freedom to build ourselves into a republic. It is the freedom which is constitutionally promised to every citizen of this country, man or woman, belonging to whichever caste, religion or class. It is the freedom to do what one wants to as long as it does not infringe upon the freedom of another person.

(Picture: http://wallpapers123.blogspot.com/2009/01/exclusive-mangalore-pub-attack-in.html)

Sermon on ‘Something about Mary: Hope, change and Obama’

Luke 1: 39-45: Mary visiting Elizabeth
Preaching and talking to the youth is always a challenge. It is so because the language we speak keeps changing and what I say may not be taken in the spirit of what I have said it. Nevertheless we all try to be as communicative as possible leaving all the faults and short comings aside.

There is a joke about a woman and a school master which in all truism puts into perspective what I have just said.
An English lady, while visiting Switzerland, was looking for a room for a more extended stay, and she asked the schoolmaster if he could recommend any to her. He took her to see several rooms, and when everything was settled, the lady returned to her home to make the final preparations to move.
When she arrived home, the thought suddenly occurred to her that she had not seen a "W.C." (Water closet) around the place. So she immediately wrote a note to the schoolmaster asking him if there were a "W.C." near the room.
The schoolmaster was a very poor student of English, so he asked the parish priest if he could help in the matter. Together they tried to discover the meaning of the letters "W.C.," and the only solution they could come up with for the letters was for a Wayside Chapel. The schoolmaster then wrote the following note to the English lady:


Dear Madam:
I take great pleasure in informing you that the W.C. is situated nine miles from the room that you will occupy, in the center of a beautiful grove of pine trees surrounded by lovely grounds. It is capable of holding about 229 people and it is only open on Sunday and Thursday. As there are a great number of people who are expected during the summer months, I would suggest that you come early; although, as a rule, there is plenty of standing room. You will no doubt be glad to hear that a good number of people bring their lunch and make a day of it. While others who can afford to go by car arrive just in time. I would especially recommend that your ladyship go on Thursday when there is a musical accompaniment. It may interest you to know that my daughter was married in the W.C. and it was there that she met her husband. I can remember the rush there was for seats. There were ten people to a seat ordinarily occupied by one. It was wonderful to see the expression on their faces. The newest attraction is a bell donated by a wealthy resident of the district. It rings every time a person enters. A bazaar is to be held to provide plush seats for all the people, since they feel it is a long felt need. My wife is rather delicate, so she can't attend regularly. I shall be delighted to reserve the best seat for you, if you wish, where you will be seen by everyone. For the children, there is a special time and place so they will not disturb the elders. Hoping to have been of service to you, I remain,
Sincerely,
The Schoolmaster.

Saying this I enter into the bible passage on which I will preach today. Mary, the mother of Jesus goes to meet Elizabeth, her relative. Prior to this both Elizabeth (Zechariah) and Mary have been visited by the angel Gabriel with the news that both of them are going to bear a child respectively. Elizabeth was old and even called barren while Mary was in her prime, very young by all standards.

Elizabeth is delighted to see Mary and she tells her so, even mentioning the great feeling she undergoes when she sees her.

How then should we see this passage in our time? Two women meeting each other? Elizabeth’s seal on Mary’s good fortune? The time of God which is imminent?

I would like to see this passage in the following ways.
1. Mary created community by reaching out to Elizabeth- What we strive for today is to be perfect individuals and when we can’t do that we are in a dilemma and this drives us to church to check whether we are all right or not. We gobble any message or thought that assures us that attaining individual glory is okay and therefore we are justified in what we are doing. Nothing wrong with that on the one hand. (The number of Christian groups that flourish and the number of God’s that are produced in Kerala. In Kerala we have a whole lot of groups who are known by the names of their founders. It is a personalised faith proclamation which glorifies humans rather than God).

On the other hand Mary reaches out and touches Elizabeth and by that creates community. Mary was just filled with a sense which was even beyond her own perception in a way. But she is filled by the Holy Spirit and she goes beyond her perception of life. It is not only her individual success that matters but she takes on board an old woman who was humiliated by all the talk of her being barren and then being pregnant at an old age.

We should take this as a model of Christian life. Our success becomes complete only when we can take on board the success of others. Others who are pushed away from the main stream and humiliated beyond recognition.

2. Mary reached out from a position of privilege- There are those who talk of community when they aspire for leadership but will forget about it once they are in a position of leadership. All of us including me like to talk about the advantages of being in community and communion when it suits us/me and then discard it conveniently when we come to positions of power. Mahatma Gandhi said that forgiveness only comes from those in power. Similarly community formation only makes sense when we are in a position of power or advantage. As we walk to church each Sunday we meet people who are looking to be included in our exclusive communities but we neglect them only to talk of the injustice being meted out to us.

The Mumbai attacks are still fresh in our memory. The attack on the Taj and Oberoi-Trident hotels have brought up a sense of urgency in us and now we are blaming the politicians saying ‘enough is enough.’ But who are the politicians? They are also people like us who have forgotten the value of being in community once they have come to power. Any talk of change in this country has to include being able to reach out when we are in a position of privilege.

3. We expect people to come to us rather than the reverse- A hero/heroine is one only because of the support they receive from ordinary people. Without the fans, the hero’s/heroine’s are nothing. But we expect them to come to us with their problems rather than going out to them to know what their problems are.

Going out to people is not disturbing them for our own gain but reaching out to them to be a part of their pain. It’s not like being tele-marketing executives. The ICICI case where a Mumbai high court judge was called and harassed during a case hearing was well covered by the media.

The question is whether I can lower myself from the pinnacle of my success or whether I want to have a rest, now that I have reached the pinnacle or the summit? We are what we are because of the community we live in. Our family, friends, church, workplace. These are the places where we have to make a difference.

4. Christian life is about bringing the excitement of hope- The child leaps in Elizabeth’s womb because Elizabeth feels the excitement that something is going to happen. Not just on a personal level but on a community, group and national level. It is not just something about Mary but it is beyond that. Something great is going to happen. It is so profound and strong that every part of us can feel it.

Obama stunned many through his victory. His victory speech was interesting. He talks of an old woman Ann Nixon Cooper. He says,

And tonight, I think about all that she’s seen throughout her century in America- the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can’t, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.

At a time when women’s voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.

When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.

When the bombs fell on our harbour and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.

She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that “We Shall Overcome.” Yes we can.

America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves- if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made? This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.

This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can’t, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.

I can’t help but bring in a comparison between Ann Nixon Cooper and Elizabeth, between Obama and Mary. Both Ann and Elizabeth lived long, they saw it all, and now they are on the verge of seeing something great happening. Even in their old age they are feeling the excitement of the baby inside them leap with joy feeling the change they are going to witness.

I am not a soothsayer and I can’t say what will happen come January 20, when Obama will take over as the president of the United States of America. What I can say is the excitement I saw and still see of a hope of change. Yes we can.


And so, dear friends, this is what we have to take with us and toil with. This excitement should be within each one of us. The excitement that tells us that Jesus was not born in the higher echelons of power in Rome, but in a manger/stable. The excitement that tells us that Jesus was born as the son of a carpenter and an ordinary mother who dared to dream. The excitement that Jesus is going to bring down the powerful from their thrones and lift up the lowly. The excitement that Jesus is going to fulfil the promise that was made to us by our God in the desert. Yes we can and we should.

Let this day be a day where we take sides with the poor, the underprivileged, the disadvantaged, the discriminated and let us fight with the excitement that has been shown to us by these two ordinary women, distanced by age but glued together by hope. Amen.

(Image from http://www.hoperc.org/)

Sorry, the number you are calling is out of coverage area!!!

Once upon a time there was God; Allah, Ram, Jesus et al.
Morning pujas, namaz and communion with one and all
Ordinary people would use simple words and gestures
All in the hope to pass the message to the ‘all in all’

Crowds decided the popularity and importance of the space
Which contained the picture or the symbol of the reality of faith
Each one managed to carve out a unique place
With rules, regulations and traditions to manage the race

With every passing day comes new avatars and God’s
Some with acute smelling flowers and others with acumen to lead the charge
The queue is diverted from known to unknown
In search of answers does the poor one go

Now we have technology God’s
BSNL, Airtel, Idea and Vodafone
They latch us up with catchy one liners
Best for us, express yourself, an idea can change your life and make the most of now

So in a hurry we make life into a punching frenzy
Trying to connect in this world spiritually
Until reality comes calling home differentially
With ‘network busy’ and ‘out of coverage area’ sequentially

New year musings 2009

I know it’s late and nearly over the board but I will put it along with my new set of new year resolutions. What must be done, must be done. ‘When’, does not really matter. But nevertheless I will start my first blog for the year 2009 with the seldom used word, ‘sorry.’ I won’t waste time with who is right and who is wrong, but will accept my part of the shortcoming and therefore with all sincerity offer my apologies for not writing for over six days into the new year.

One cannot escape the clubbing of new year with ‘resolutions’. It’s about what we are going to do ‘new’ this year. It’s about what we always wanted to do but could not do. It’s also about the (bad) habits we want to wean away, the deadlines we want to meet and the person we want to be.

In short it wouldn’t be wrong to say that we want to change what was wrong in our life. We want to close that chapter of our lives. Nothing wrong I would agree. But so is nothing wrong in begging to differ.

And therefore this new year is a year of giving thanks to all the people who have contributed to make the person that I am. I am not going to say that I will change beyond a certain point. (I will if others want me to). I am not going to cry over the time I may have (according to some) lost. I will not reflect pangs of hysteria over what I should have been.

The truth is that I like what and who I am. I cherish every moment that my life has gone through. I love and respect the people whom I have come across, both female and male, who have taught me so many things through simple conversation, journeys, phone calls, movie watching, eating out, visiting places of worship, playing games and sitting put.

In short this new year I would like to thank each and everyone of you whether you are reading this or not. My parents, family, childhood friends, teachers, girl friends, boy friends, wife, in-laws, colleagues, everyone I have met and talked to or just watched, or written to or spoke to over the phone without meeting in person. ‘You’ have contributed to making me ‘me.’ Thank you. (2009)
Picture: MailOnline

Christmas and ‘The gift of the Magi’: Sacrifice and joy amidst suffering.

O. Henry (William Sydney Porter), was a writer par excellence who could put across his message powerfully. It is indeed seen in the short story ‘The gift of the Magi’1 which is a story about a couple, Jim and Della, who love each other so much but are too poor to buy gifts for each other for Christmas because of the difficult times.

Even in trying times and the poverty which can’t be wiped away, the young couple decide to sacrifice the only things they truly own. Jim decides to sell his pocket watch to buy Della a comb set and Della decides to sell her beautiful hair to buy Jim a chain for his pocket watch. In every sense O. Henry makes each one of us think about what celebrations like Christmas are all about. Are they times to flaunt our wealth, or are they opportunities to sacrifice what we have for others?

Jesus makes a similar reference when he says that the contribution of the poor widow has much more significance than other contributions. It is important to understand how some people spend a part of their income and others have to make significant sacrifices to be a part of a celebration. In every sense Christmas and every other celebration should be just this. It should be a celebration of love, sacrifice and the importance of living beings rather than anything else.


1 http://www.auburn.edu/~vestmon/Gift_of_the_Magi.html
Go here to read the entire story.

Picture from
http://longisland.about.com/od/seasonalevents/ig/Holiday-Light-Spectacular/JB-Holiday-Lights-Magi.htm

Wishes for Christmas

Life is a mix n’ match of the good and the bad
It’s about just misses and unexpected kisses
The scales are tilted from one side to the next
Swinging in one feverish mishmash

One day you’d call me God and dog the next
You’d thank me for the rains one moment and curse me the next
Like a silent spectator I would get hit
In the violent cross fire and fighting

Then again I would be hailed during Christmas
Brought out from the manger into the glossy churches and homes
The cries of the children would be camouflaged by the hymns n’ crackers
The world would celebrate the celebration

What then is Christmas? Is it just me and you?
Is it doing good in a time of evil and closing wounds?
Feeding the hungry and sharing the loot?
Thinking how we can play our parts during Christmas?

Let there be peace, love and justice
Let human respect human and celebrate life
Let far become near and many, one
Let us congregate in the manger

Christmas wishes

Shoe-shoe

(Picture: MailOnline)
I never really understood why?
Why shoes n sandals n slippers
Were kept out of worship and high places
Keeping our eyes on the shoes and not the idol

I thought they would scratch the marble n tiles
Making the investment a second fiddle
And take the shine off the fable
Leaving the heart in shatters of cradle

The light then shone from the box of rituals
Stark pictures of the shoe in flight
The powerful bowed before the powerless
Missing the target by a whisker’s helplessness

It then struck me like lightning
That shoes were kept out of powerful places
To save the powerful from acts of survival
Coming forth from the shoes of repulsiveness


(The poem is a result of the (by now famous) shoe throwing incident at President Bush and Dr. Rudhran who blogged on the same)

Time up: Stop writing!!!

We are running out we are told
Of time and opportunities galore
Socks they have to be pulled up
Equipped to shake away tranquillity

There’s no time for growing up anymore
We are born with fighting qualities you know
What is the need to test and grow
With all the fun and 20-20 in tow

Waiting and curing, that is but past
Today we build, tomorrow we blast
Who cares about nature and her cast
Tomorrow will iron out today fast

Time is but used now to measure our speed
Of what we can quickly achieve
Wiping clean our slow and steady life indeed
With fast and quicker laps to feed

Humans are story tellers: The power of the narrative and the Mumbai attack.

Picture: www.storycenter.org
‘Tell me a story mummy’, she said as she was being tucked in to sleep. And then her mummy did just that. Every night it didn’t matter whether the story changed a lot. Mummy just had to be sure that there was a twist here and a turn there. As children we loved to hear stories from our parents. Mostly our sweet mom’s would take the burden upon themselves to entertain us. It is a fact that we like and love stories, that everything of essence which is of value to us, is in the form of a story. Our scriptures, our history, our talks are all story telling.

The November, 2008 Mumbai attack has brought everything into the open for a reluctant but precise post mortem. The media joined the elaborate exercise only to realise that it could not escape from being the object of scrutiny. The allegations against the media are that it made the attack into a soap opera, it sensationalised this particular event while ignoring others, the emotion of the people was commoditized and it put the army and commando’s at risk.

I won’t go into all this but would rather like to talk of what humans like to do and want to hear. My journalism teacher Fr. Michael Traber would keep reminding his class that ‘humans are story tellers.’ Keeping the initial objection to this aside, we realised that it was indeed true. As preachers and teachers it helps a lot to tell people stories as they want to hear them and relate with them.

The coverage of the Mumbai attack by the media was also a case of story telling to entertain and make us think as well. The story teller has mainly two things on mind. One to make sure we listen. Two to give a message. For this, tried and tested narrative formula’s are used. The Mumbai attack coverage followed a simple formula. One, the attack itself, the hostages and the pain, tension and sorrow related with it. Two, the wait for justice through a saviour/s. Three, the coming of the saviour/s (in the form of the black clothed NSG commando’s). Four, tilting the balance again in favour of good as over against evil. Five, debating the lessons uncovered from the narrative. (This could take any form).

It is then true that after we criticize the media we should also look at ourselves. There is a saying in Malayalam which is translated as ‘What the patient desired and what the doctor prescribed is milk.’ So, we have to debate the collective responsibility we share in the running of our country rather than blaming one group after the other and then forgetting all about it again. It is also a time for studying the stories and narratives we propagate and whether they serve the purposes that we need or whether it is time to think about counter narratives and stories.

Achuthanandan: Yesterday’s hero, today’s zero???

(Picture: India Today: Saurabh Singh)

If ever the media needed a quote, he was there. If ever the media wanted a controversy, he was there. If ever the media wanted a winner, he was there again. Kerala is a state which is a table tennis match between the Left Democratic Front with the Communist Party of India (Marxist) being a major constituent and the United Democratic Front, with the Congress party of India being a major constituent. For five years the ball is in one court and for the next five years it is in the other court. There is no alternative.

Two years ago, it was the turn of the LDF to come to power. But the UDF was not willing to let go easily. The LDF needed a face, a sure score winner. The leader of the opposition, V.S. Achuthanandan and his one liners became the darling of the media. Achuthanandan was denied a ticket initially but the public outcry changed that. Not only did he lead the alliance to victory, he then became the only choice for the post of the chief minister.

In the more than two years, Achuthanandan’s defining moment came in the form of the Munnar action plan, where illegal land holders where evicted and illegal constructions where demolished. (Mind you the illegal evictions did not include the small land of the poor). One of his most trusted and controversial lieutenants was Suresh Kumar, a bureaucrat who helped him implement this action plan.

The rich and famous cried foul. The enemies grouped together to form a formidable alliance. The action had to be stopped and the plan was dismantled. Many of you would have been introduced to Achu mama (as he is fondly called in Kerala) in the context of the Sandeep Unnikrishnan controversy, where it was reported that Achuthanandan made a statement saying if not for Sandeep not even a ‘dog’ would look in the direction of his house. This after a so-called rebuff by Sandip’s father which also included the use of the three letter word. But Achuthanandan is much more than the three letter word.

In this context it is understandable that people inside and outside Kerala look at Achuthanandan as an insensitive, old, and foolish man who is running things with a coterie rather than in a democratic way. (His own party has come up with this allegation). In the haze of all these allegations and counter allegations, one must not forget that a majority of the people in Kerala saw him as the leader they wanted. He did what no one dared to do, by taking on the rich and the powerful in Munnar. In a matter of months he has become a monster.

The media are hand in glove with the powerful, be it the politicians or others. Many are created and then pulled down with a few words. It is a much larger plot which we should see through. Many are working together to pull Achuthanandan down and this is a result of this. Yesterday everything he said was good, because the media wanted him to be a hero. Today everything he says is quoted out of context, because he must be made into a zero. This is a construction in which the media also has it’s own part to play. We should go beyond the newspaper reports and see the truth of it all. I am not saying that politicians are good as a group. What I am saying is that this man needs to be seen in the context of something else and not on the level of a three letter word.

Shame (less)

Picture: SmasHits.com






How long will we celebrate?
How bad can we get?
Who all have to die?
Where will we end up?

Today I cry for my mother
My land and all the people
Women, men, children of all colours and castes
From all states and religions

I can’t say what is wrong and what is right
I won’t take sides and preach
But I’ll fight for what I’m worth
To prevent blood shed and destruction

What is a structure worth you may ask?
Isn’t it just lime and brick?
It is till our roof is slick
Intact with our blood, life and memories in sync




(Dec 6 is the anniversary of one of the most terrible days of Indian democracy. As we mourn those who lost their lives in the recent Mumbai attacks we should also make sure that the lives lost to communal violence should be remembered and worth their weight in gold. It also asks for a response from us to go beyond our religious, caste, class, and geographical identities and be more responsive to human life).

Mediatricks

(Picture from Brisbane Times)






Serious and vilifying through tried and tested genres
Predictable and yet dramatic in presentation
Strong one day and fading away the next
Fighting for space and TRP ratings

Loves to fiddle in the muddle
Throwing muck on white mettle
Confusing and dividing right down the middle
Playing pied piper to all who are doodle

Tricking is indeed an art perfected
Used to arm twist the weak
And give a short in the arm to the strong
All the while making us cry wrong, wrong

Tera kya hoga kaliya?

(Picture from rediff.com)


The year 1975 has been etched in the history manuals of Indian cinema. That year Ramesh Sippy’s ‘Sholay’ (Flame or Embers) was released and ever since the movie set and broke records in India and all over the world. It grossed in atleast 60 million U.S. dollars and ran for five years consecutively in the Minerva theatre in Mumbai. Truly it is a movie which has been unmatched in it’s public acceptance.

The movie as such is about hero’s and one specific villain, Gabbar, played by Amjad Khan. He is on the one hand a dacoit, a rule unto himself and feared by the nearby villagers. In the absence of a rule by law, he himself becomes the rule and the law. My aim here is to see the commonalities between Gabbar and the present mode of functioning of the government in India by highlighting four critical dialogues in the movie. In the event of a public outcry in our country in the aftermath of the Mumbai attacks, it is noteworthy (in a satirical way ofcourse) how we can draw a similarity.

Gabbar’s henchmen get beaten up by two people (played by Dharmendra and Amitabh) and they come back to the dacoit's den with their heads hanging in shame. Gabbar questions them and is angry that they were beaten by two, whereas they were three in all. He points his gun at the main person in the three and tells him, ‘Tera kya hoga kaliya?’ (What will happen to you Kaliya?). Kaliya the dacoit answers, ‘Meine apka namak kaya.’ (I have eaten your (salt (literal)) food and remain loyal to you). Gabbar answers, ‘Ab goli ka.’ (Now, eat my bullet). After shooting all three men, Gabbar says, ‘Jo dar gaya, samjo mar gaya.’ (Those who are afraid (fear), will die. Death is imminent if fear overcomes you).

The Mumbai attacks have opened a can of worms. Everyone is blaming everyone else. But who thinks of the common person? The one who can’t even complain because of fear and lack of resources. The common person who is used in every election for votes and to stand in big crowds and clap for the leaders. The silent ones who listen to every bid of their so called masters. After a life long following and unrelenting loyalty, there comes the time when they need help from the ones that have used them so much. In true Gabbar style, the politician/leader will say, ‘Tera kya hoga kaliya?’, followed by the frantic cry by the commoner, ‘Meine apka namak kaya.’ After an eerie silence the leader says in total disrespect, ‘Ab goli ka.’ And then the electioneering will continue and people will be galvanised and ghettoised with the war like slogan, ‘Jo dar gaya, samjo mar gaya.’