Thursday, 10 May 2012

We Shall Meander ... for the point I shall make is rather vast


Monday, February 06, 2012


Hi! Wasn’t there a wonderful book called  “Chalice & the Blade” ?  I do not recall author’s name.  Do you? Have you come across it?  It was about Matriarchal social system at Isle of Crete; probably written by Salvador Allinde’s daughter, while in exile in Europe.

You wrote saying I’m a good man for looking after tribal kids. I am not really sure at all in crisis as to right course of action, at least on my part.  I’m not the leader type so I lead by personal example, but linguistic, class & cultural differences  leave yawning gaps in our communication, locally. One simple example comes to mind; something that  happened last evening an hour or so before sun set. 

A  girl of may be sixteen, studying 10th standard at our school, living in village, poured kerosene oil and burned herself to death, before her family could return from farms & fields. She has a younger brother at std. 8th. with us.  Apparently an ex-student from our school, from this same village, vacationing here from a job he is into at Bombay & she were in love.

Any further details I do not now. The school was closed for the day and all teachers went to her house for condolence; what I waned to know  was,  ‘what did they say at the house ?’.  Did they take side of the girl or did they support the social view,  ‘orthodox people take care their daughters do not fall in love & all that’. Teachers, incidentally, are opinion makers in our village society. They are most educated, rich, well mannered, aware and probably higher class than most villagers.

The news shook me to the quick; some said the boy must have jilted her. I feel it might have been parents who’d have threatened her against meeting her boy friend. I don’t know what should I do? I’m just waiting & watching from  my rooms….& writing to you! … how silly really.

Love rahat


Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Dear Jo,
Here are a few , (I won’t call them facts) details . The boy and girl were caught in another nearby school function, being intimate/ maybe just together alone in a secluded dark corner. The boy, not well off, with ailing father, slumming in Bombay, and here at the village house old,  poverty stricken  relatives. They are ‘Kunbi’ a low cast community and girl was ‘Maratha’ ; relatively higher cast. So it seems, the girl’s folks went to the boy asking to settle them in marriage, but he chickened out, not having money and support. The girl, in addition to this rebuttal, was taunted and teased by other village women, it seems, (That’s the one who got caught!) and was deeply hurt within. All this in quick succession, life in all villages  enjoys no “privacy’. Every body knows everything about everyone else. So she thought it is a life long stigma, an end of the road.

She actually put on dress on top of dress, some four layers; gagged her mouth in case screams of agony escape & betray her; she soaked all the layers of her dresses so that they will burn for long time. It seems she stood her ground till the end. Only in the last few moments, it seems, she dragged her body a couple of yards and she was completely burnt.


Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Hi jo. During the course of the day, a couple of details emerged.  One that the girl had left a suicide note in her school bag. She absolved her parents as well as the boy she loved.  The vernacular newspaper carried a piece saying she had done poorly in mid-term exams, so she set herself ablaze.

In a couple of days  /  nights from now; it will become a full moon night.  The moon already is very bright & looking quite full.  It illuminates landscapes , rolling country walks and modest hills around in our terrain.  People do not use too much electric lights, population density is very sparse. Most able bodied people are in Bombay.  Here population hasn’t risen in the past twenty years. My friends come seeking solitude, silence & peace of mind. They say, Rahat! Your village is like an open air sound proof studio!!

Most of us are free, non-commercial filmmakers and audio freaks. They are amazed at the quality of silence here. Full moon nights and days, as well as dark-moon durations are saturated with celestial power. The Oceans are pulled up and as you know, viscosity and salinity of human blood is equal to the viscosity & salinity of sea water. [not the dead sea water!] .  The blood, therefore, gets affected and charged during those many hours. They could fall during any part of day or night, although we seem to see and be aware of full moon only during nights when we can actually see the full or the dark moon.

One nice evening call placed by my dear friend Tarun Bedi was  icing on the cake that was today!
Love rahat.     [& rahat hopes he is not boring you Jo … hogging your time & emotional energy’ tell him …]


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Hi! Jo…
I think the news spread about our 10th grader’s self immolation.  Others on facebook have been asking me to meet her younger brother and console him.  I do what I do here, as you know in the absence of any ‘privacy’. When I sit on my laptop children crowd around me and yours and Tarunji’s and Gabriella’s and a few others’ conversations are public knowledge as it were. What I write to you and Gabriella I translate or children, or they just look & learn as the letters form into words on my screen. I notice it helps them learn English language as well. It’s better than reading a book because here they know the story & are keen to follow each word that  my un-trained two, sometimes three or four finger typing can form; that’s not too fast. My interactions with all of you are known through out the school. Every one is talking about it at the one & only grocer’s shop near by where all children go to buy some  cookies, munchies; and where most, if not all villagers have to come for their purchases. My views and reciprocally their news gets around fast.

Then there this other collateral aspect as well. First of all value of human life is no different, more or less than the value of any other form of life; a cow, a stray dog, a mendicant, myself, the dead girl or her living brother, a tree, river or a stone are all looked upon with same sort of complacent equanimity. If there is something  specific between boy / girl child it is this. The girl is the ‘financial deposit’ for another house, the boy shall attract money, an un-paid underling for doing all dirty work in the house;  the boy shall remain ‘mom’s baby’ and  shall inherit ancestral property. So prejudice for male off-spring is embedded in ‘Patriarchal System’  of organizing family, private property as well as the State / Governance ethos.

I shall stop now. Life has gone on since and time is passing. I feel hungry, my lunch has been brought in from school mess by one of our children who in his other hand carried my five Lit. Jerry can of water supply & before it grows cold I am going to sit down & eat it.
Love rahat

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