Happy Independence Day, India.
Bharat, you too would have yours, some day!
S P Singh
By all available accounts, the blood and pain of dismembered Punjabis seems to have been decisively left behind as Indian media searched for its heroes and villains.
Not one of the mainstream Indian dailies even referred to the fact that a brave nation of Sikhs went through hell and more and was separated from their beloved Nankana Sahib and other shrines. Not one news channel even broached the subject that every single day, and several times in a day, every Sikh wants to be reunited with its heritage and legacy left behind due to short-sighted policies and ambitions of small men in the years leading to the August 15, 1947 Partition.
Never has history witnessed so much of blood and shared pain going waste amidst corporate din and crafty politics. Never has the media covered the day so poorly.
India’s Outlook magazine, zeal overflowing in presenting the new India, drew up a list of villains and bunged in Sant Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale and someone it named "The faceless terrorist" alongwith the likes of Nathu Ram Godse etc.
How seriously should one take this list is clear from the fact that while recounting the difficulties of life in Kashmir for the common people in another story in the same issue, it thought the long queue at the airport is a major problem for the valley residents. That’s the kind of worldview you formulate sitting miles away from reality. It is so rare to meet an editor a couple of hundred miles away from the national highway.
A few years back, it was none other than the Outlook which had a sketch of a donkey on the cover and a story called "Dumbing Down of the Media" to go with it. It might as well have put the Outlook's thinking brains on the cover of that issue, or perhaps it did.
No serious contemplation of the national or international problems was undertaken before declaring that the unnamed terrorist is a villain and "His existence is symptomatic of India's hopes gone awry." Yes, but how? Did Outlook even try to understand what it takes to tie some RDX around your stomach and blow yourself up at a time when the only punishment that the Indian justice dispensing system can think of is capital punishment? In times of Jihad, capital punishment is a temptation. Beant Singh was killed because the Indian state was apathetic to a Chief Minister and a DGP letting loose a regime of fake encounters, and the Centre was actively backing that. You can call someone a terrorist and your courts can pronounce verdicts of death, but the history's verdict is still awaited. The little kids in the streets of Gaza throwing but only a small stone at the marauding tanks are the kind of terrorists such thinking is nurturing.
But then editors can't be blamed in times when world powers went with open eyes to look for WMDs in regions where their best sleuths told them none existed.
Of the 500
plus districts in India, more than 200 are directly affected by naxalite
violence, violence at the roots of which is poverty, discrimination, stupid
development policies, a stubboorn refusal to understand that other ways of
life and living style exist, officialdom's apathy, and Indian state's
decision that everything can be handled by its security forces. In the
north, Kashmir has been in ferment for so long that no Urdu poetry about the
Dal Lake brings joy anymore. The north-east has been smouldering for
decades. In India's west, entire swathes of Gujarat and Maharastra are
swamped in either rank communalism or parochialism while media focusses on
the colour of Sanjay Dutt's shirt. The combined Indian opposition and
sections of the ruling UPA are accusing the Congress of flouting the will of
the Parliament and surrendering the sovereignty of the country. Every single
protest is handled now by the police, paramilitary and army. Fake encounters
are not stopping. Police custody deaths have stopped making it to front
pages. Hundreds of thousands are dying simply because they want to cross
rivers in rickety boats; hundreds die because buses roll over into khuds
regularly. Millions sleep on hungry stomachs when grain godowns are bursting
at the seams. Official India does not hear the cries. It is dumb and deaf
and blind but not helpless. New Delhi talks of cell phone density when
farmers commit suicide. Landless labourers are unable to understand why
every inch of India's visible skyline suddenly sports huge hoardings asking
everyone to buy foreign brands, wear Gucci shoes, sport Channel bags, and ad
lib. This Independence Day, India's Jana Gana Mana on myriad TV channels was
paid for by Airtel, a cellular provider company. The state has turned on
against its citizens so that a few can have a good life, the state has
obliterated the concept of human rights, the state has given up the idea of
welfare state, the state has turned into an oppressor. Official India has
taken a side, and it is not in favour of the millions of oppressed, poor,
deprived, and discriminated against. If we do have an outlook, any Outlook
would have identified it as the villain. Some years ago, at least sections
of the media used to do that, but then Delhi's cozy offices and nice
evenings among the Indian power elite do change a magazine man. Some time he
looks like the sketch on its cover.■
August 15, 2007