Monthly Archives: August 2012

Martin Niemöller about Pakistan?

First they came for the Sikhs, and I did not speak out
Because I was not a Sikh.

Then they came for the Christians, and I did not speak out
Because I was not a Christian.

Then they came for the Hindus, and I did not speak out
Because I was not a Hindus.

Then they came for the Ahmadis, and I did not speak out
Because I was not a Ahmadi.

Then they came for the Shias, and I did not speak out
Because I was not a Shia.

Then they came for me–and there was no one left to speak for me.

If you have read some similar stuff, you can pat yourself on the back, because you have. Martin Niemöller said these immortal words(which I have taken the liberty to adapt). Like Nazism dawned on the peaceful, cultured German people undetected and in stealth, Pakistan’s metamorphosis started in 1947 when that nation’s founder decided two sets of people cannot be together simply because they were from different Religions. The principle of division was just remodelled by the people of Pakistan: First to be targeted were the non-Muslims, later on some Muslim sects were declared non-Muslims.

As time went on, the number of non-Muslims fell from around 20% at the time of Partition to 3%, Ahmadis were declared to be non-Muslims and targeted. Hate, being a virus like creature, latched onto its host and spread. It was now the turn of the Shias.

India has to guard against a intolerant, violent Pakistan. When the Shias are eliminated or reduced to minuscule numbers, hate will start consuming the people who practiced it.

Pakistan is where the Indus river runs; a river from which India derived its name. Sikhism’s holiest places are in Pakistan. We have to contend with the fact that Pakistan’s decent into chaos is irreversible and we have to make sure the violence doesn’t spill over.

A sad end to a glorious land.

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All grown up

Few things will make you beam with joy and at the same time will make you appreciate how much not only have you grown and matured but people most nearest to you as well have.

Your ‘Sisya’ (a colloquial Kannada slang; literal meaning: Student) – who is in fact 3 years older to you; with whom you have spent the best part of your childhood and shared your dreams and aspirations; who has stood by you, has been your only Constant in this ever changing world – getting married is one such event.

Shreesha and Amruta at the advent of their new life together

This piece is not about me, its about my ‘Sisya’, who has been my ‘Guru’ more than him being my ‘Sisya’.

There are not many people in this world whom you remember as far back as memory goes. Let me not overstate our love for each other. We are not Jay and Veeru of the ‘Sholay’ fame. We are just ordinary mortals, doing our best to be a good friend to the other.

I have successfully taught him how to ride a bicycle, he has successfully corrected my ways(a guardian angel, if you will?), when I have started traversing down the wrong path. I have failed at teaching him to do a proper dive in the Swimming Pool, he has failed at teaching me how to Bat in Cricket. It is a relationship of convenience, yet even at times of inconvenience we have stood by each other.

Brothers fight, but we never have. You fight for various reasons, siblings do it in a quest for resources and self-interest. We do no carry such heavy burdens. We are brothers, but of the most noblest, kindest kind.

In a way our association is above these petty things.

Not to say our friendship has not been tested.. it has been. But, the bond was too great to break.

Amrita is the newest entrant to his life. One whom I can call the highly respected and revered word in India – ‘Bhabhi’.

When wonderful things happen, when pieces fall perfectly into their respective places in the gigantic jigsaw of life, you begin to believe in a force greater than you and I.

I do not know what the future holds, but I have a sense things will work out just great in this case.

Happy Married life, Sisya.

With Love,

Your Sisya.

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