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Showing posts with label 1984 anti-sikh riots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1984 anti-sikh riots. Show all posts

Friday, 31 October 2014

October 31: All Saints’ - and some Sinners’ - Day

October 31st. In the country of my recent residence, it is Halloween. When skeletons tangled in floaty fabric, strategically ripped, pop up at residence-fronts, and ghouls become part of our community. My daughter’s school has planned an extended lunch break for a Halloween party and we have invested some time in designing her costume: fierce, not macabre. I am glad. She is twelve and I am relieved that the ghastly, for her, is make believe. 

However, I grew up in India, in Punjab, and 31st October takes me back to a winter morning in 1984 when I had cycled to college as usual, cutting through the fog that floated over from the fields shrouding the streets of our small town. Before lessons could commence we were informed that lectures were suspended and we were to proceed home, immediately. Violence was expected. 

That was not unusual, the state of Punjab had been rife with militant activity for two decades. Indira Gandhi, the Indian Prime Minister, had galvanized an obscure Sikh preacher against the Akali party in Punjab in an attempt to divide the Sikh votes and gain electoral victory. However, as his fame spread, Bhindranwale became the Frankenstein who threatened the very existence of India with his demand for a separate state of Khalistan for the Sikhs. During the Partition of India in 1947 the state of Punjab had been bifurcated and the western part went to newly formed Pakistan, state of the pure. In the eighties, Bhindranwale was agitating for eastern Punjab to be made a separate nation of Khalistan, another state of the pure, where only Sikhs would reside. Ferozepur, my town that straddles the border between India and Pakistan, Janus-faced, was labelled a ‘militant hotbed’.

Thirty years back, on that crisp winter morning in Delhi, the Sikh bodyguards of Mrs Gandhi had pumped bullets into her, raised their hands and proclaimed their deed, convinced they had avenged a wrong. As news of the assassination percolated through the country, Sikhs became the target of communal violence, which, over the next three days, acquired the form of a pogrom. Senior leaders of Mrs Gandhi’s Congress party orchestrated and unleashed terror upon the Sikhs. Electoral roles were used to identify Sikh homes and businesses, which were then attacked, pillaged and set afire by mobs, even as the police were given instructions to stand by. A popular method of killing was to throw a rubber tyre around the victim, douse them with kerosene, and set them aflame. With reports of escalating violence, the Army chief sent additional troops, which the Delhi administration chose not to deploy. People woke up to rumors that evoked the horrors of Indian partition:  trains from Punjab were arriving in Delhi laden with corpses of non-Sikhs. ‘Blood for blood’, ran the war cry as marauders rampaged through the national capital. Apparently, the pogrom was internally called, ‘Teach the Sikhs a Lesson’. 

Mrs Gandhi’s son, Rajiv Gandhi, briskly assuming the mantle of party leadership, dismissed the pogrom with the facile statement that when a big tree falls, the earth shakes. The rest of the nation agreed wholeheartedly with him, soon returning the Congress to power with unprecedented majority. It is estimated that 3000 people died in that violence, mostly in the Indian capital, Delhi. India has instituted nine commissions to enquire into the 1984 anti-sikh violence. And yet, thirty years later, those victims have not received justice. The ‘riots’ have been declared variously to be spontaneous outbursts of grief, or uncoordinated acts committed by low-level Congress workers. The nation swallowed that rationale wholesale - in the last thirty years, the congress party was in power for 22. 

After 1984, for the first time India returned a single political party with an absolute majority on its own in the general elections held earlier this year. The BJP came to power, the Congress with a shockingly low tally of seats looks decimated, and India has a new Prime Minister in Mr Modi. Mr Modi’s promise of untrammeled economic growth is touted as his success mantra. And yet, behind this thundering victory lurks a grim parallel truth. 

Mr Modi was the Chief Minister of Gujarat in 2002 when an anti-Muslim pogrom racked his state for three days. It is estimated that 2000 Muslims were killed. Several commissions and enquiries have indicated that the State government was complicit. But Mr Modi was seen to have done something right as his state returned him to chief ministership for four consecutive terms thereafter. He resigned in May 2014 after being elected the Prime Minister.

In the Indian campaigning toolkit, one essential component appears to be the anti-minority riot, a vote magnet. While the results of general elections 2014 have been hailed as radical, is that really so? Or has India swapped one set of perpetrators for another? Time will tell. A reliable Indian response to equivocation. Not surprising in a culture where the word for tomorrow and yesterday is the same. A piece of trivia that foreigners find quixotic about India. Just as I do the grinning Halloween skeletons abounding on my NYC street. But for those who were caught up in the pogroms of 1984 and 2002, there is a chilling resonance to that trivia: with their future forever tangled in that past, their lives are in a perennial limbo. 


Wednesday, 29 January 2014

30 Years, 3000 Dead, 1 Bloody Hand

I tried to watch the Rahul Gandhi interview with Arnab Goswami of Times Now, I really did. However, instead of Frankly Speaking, I found Brazenly Waffling. He answers a question with a question; does more hoops than a jalebi; rants about a childhood from hell, even though it sounds suspiciously like the plot of a Manmohan Desai film; claims he is Arjuna from Mahabharat, blind to all but his goal, but pray, wasn’t Dhritarashtra the blind King blinded by his love for his sons -- all this prattle and mixing up of attributes of mythological figures is rendering me to inchoate, like the blind King on stage in ‘Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro’, Ye sab kya ho raha hai?

Or, as we say in Punjabi, Hain ji?!

To add to my watching woes, Arnab decides to behave impeccably, refusing me the opportunity for more Bollywood dialoguebaazi: Shaant, gadhadhari Bheem, shant!

And if you are bent upon lying through those pearlies, Rahul baba, know that there is stiff competition - the average Indian politician will tell you, Jhoot tere akele ka nahi, hum sab shareholder hain.

As for drama, you ain’t no good. All the differences you were attempting to point out between 1984 riots and Gujarat riots, how you were a child then, and yet you remember the Government did everything to stop the riots ... Now Rahul, such a poor rendition of Lady Macbeth! That’s why the classics are classics - you don’t need to mess with them. All you needed was to quote Shakespeare, specifically from Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 1, Page 2:

Out, damned spot! Out, I say! What! Will this hand ne’er be clean? All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this bloody hand. Oh! Oh! Oh!




Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Slapgate, Kolaveri, and A Conspiracy of Silence


Slapgate stirred up India last week, with journos and politicos going kolaveri over the thappad from the Sardar that shook up Pawar. Then Anna joined the fray with his query: ek hi maara kya? As he clarified to irate journos, he was innocently enquiring after the health of his bete noire (the two have been at loggerheads in the state of Maharashtra for two decades now). Right!


The slap managed to accomplish something rare: unanimity amongst the political parties as each raced to condemn the Sardar. Non-violence was dug out and aired in public and encomiums sung for Pawar.

“The party has never supported violence. Sharad Pawar is a non-violent and a good human being.” – BJP leader Sushma Swaraj

“The guilty must be punished.” – Samajwadi party chief Mulayam Singh

“The act is unfortunate and condemnable and these things should not happen in a democracy.” – Congress spokesperson.

Sharad Pawar’s daughter Supriya Sule, an MP, urged party members to forget the incident.

The gall of the common man, an ordinary citizen, a transporter, to have taken his hand to the withering cheek of a Union minister. When will the ordinary citizens of India learn from their leaders:

  • To protest in a non-violent manner: “If Walmart attempts to open any shop anywhere then I will personally burn them down.” BJP leader Uma Bharti
  • To punish the guilty: Congress leaders implicated in the 1984 anti-Sikh riots, BJP leaders implicated in the Babri Masjid demolition in 1992, Gujarat CM Narendra Modi implicated in the Godhra riots of 2002 are criminals who continue to be in power.
  • These things should not happen in a democracy: Each of the above was a pogrom organized by leaders on their own people, albeit on those of a different faith, in our sometimes-Nazi land of democratic India. Voter lists came handy in identifying victims, police was available to assist mobsters, witnesses and whistle-blowers were visited by the goon squad. 
  • To forget the incident: Our politicos are men with diminished limbic system, to forget and move on is their defining mantra. 

Oh stuff it, our leaders are telling us. The man who slapped, Harvinder Singh, is in Tihar jail, and we politicos are sharpening our knives over FDI. So long, political unity, now for the next scam.

And thus the cycle continues. 


If remembering the past gives power to the future, our future is bleak. We are governed by men who do not remember, and a conspiracy of silence is how they compensate.