January 27, 2021

In the absence of Karunanidhi’s hardnosed pragmatism

I use the term "unlikely” because someone born in Mustafabad, and raised in the Urdu ambience of Lucknow, would generally be expected to expire from culture shock in the four-storeyed office in which every forehead was decorated with vertical, horizontal even circular designs. One set of Ayyangars (Vaisnavites) called Vadagalai insisted on the U-design. Meanwhile, the AIADMK without Jayalalithaa and MGR is also something of a headless chicken. Annadurai, had an amusing take on "namams”. In his gruff, theatrical voice what he had drawn my attention to was a 200-year-old litigation on what should be the shape of the "namam” on the forehead of the elephant at the Kanchipuram (Devarajaswamy) temple. Karunanidhi’s much greater organisational control was being undermined by MGR’s cinematic glamour. He gestured that I sit on the sofa beside him. When industrialist Ramakrishna Dalmia set up his cement factory, he sought to change the name of the town to Dalmianagar. Not only was Karunanidhi more intellectually agile, he had his feet firmly on the ground. And yet, by every yardstick, he had shot into the charismatic stratosphere by projecting an inexplicable persona.The MGR-Jayalalithaa charisma had obscured the Dravida movement’s earlier anti-Hindi, anti-north and anti-brahmin edge. But the transition may still be problematic. Ramachandran were strained ever since Anna’s death in 1969.For me, raised on different aesthetics, MGR remained an enigma.K. "Aastha” is "aastha”, after all.


But with journalists MGR was both inaccessible and vindictive, if crossed. The journalist in me will be propelled in that direction 30 years after I bade goodbye to Chennai. Eventually, the matter went to the Privy Council in London, which in the days of the British Raj was the highest authority to which appeals could be made.Karunanidhi put his finger on the pulse. The things that he felt strongly about he proceeded to take up as themes around which he wove his transformational politics. Students led by Karunanidhi came out in large numbers, and the town reverted to its original name Kallakudi. If the lower court permitted one design, the opposite side would throw a ginger fit. The "manthan”, or the churning, will be within both parties, the DMK and AIADMK. So long as the brahmins were busy with the shape of "namams” on the forehead of the temple elephants, the Dravida movement had nothing to worry about. The interior of his chinese fabric manufacturer house was a series of criss-crossing, cavernous passages until you came to what in racing terms is called the "straight”, a 30-foot dimly-lit narrow hall, at the end of which, like a deity, sat MGR, with his trademark cap and dark glasses.K.Relations between Karunanidhi and M. Alagiri has already given notice of turbulent times ahead. It was a riot of vermillion, ashen and turmeric.It was only proper that he should have found a resting place beside his mentor "Anna”. M. The cadres are in place. The strain on Centre-state relations will be considerable and might reach breaking point as the new players jockey to inherit the Dravida mantle.We have seen the mess in the AIADMK that these two charismatic leaders mindlessly left behind. The DMK, however, has always more real in its politics. But the Thengalai sect would invite the elephant to walk over them unless it was of the Y-design.G. The next line of leadership, (Stalin, for instance) have been in the drill for quite some time. Meeting him, however, was both, a gastronomical treat and psychedelic show.

In the absence of Karunanidhi’s hardnosed pragmatism, however, the second line of leadership may fall back on more radical regionalism, possibly even parochialism, to score points over each other. Suddenly a trolley materialised, which heralded the beginning of elaborate hospitality, an endless procession of delicacies which served a twin purpose — they titillated the palate and discouraged conversation.N. The case zig zagged from one court to the next, but it was not resolved.If both sides were defying court orders, why were they or their office-bearers not sent to jail? As Charles de Gaulle told the French Cabinet as it was considering sedition charges against Jean-Paul Sartre for supporting the freedom fighters in Algeria: "No”, boomed De Gaulle, "you don’t send Voltaire to jail”.I never got to know either well — my inability with Tamil stood in the way. Two year later, the DMK came to power and soon abolished the three-language formula — in the state, Tamil and English would suffice. Jayalalithaa performed the impossible — she amplified charisma, which had already reached the nether regions. First each will churn separately, but eventually the overarching Dravida movement will have to accommodate the cadres and loyalists of both. Playwright Brian Friel had written Translations, a powerful play on a similar situation in Ireland in the 19th century.Karunanidhi’s passing away has brought back disparate images of my five unlikely years in Chennai as regional editor of the Indian Express. Ramaswamy Periyar and C.For Karunanidhi, all of this would be amusing.Tamil Nadu is in for interesting times. The way Karunanidhi burst upon the political scene in 1953 required political imagination. Stalin was always going to be a pipedream. How can anyone complain against the UP police for showering rose petals on the rioting kawarias.Karunanidhi, an atheist like his gurus, E. The sight stoked my curiosity, but it did not repel me.This agitation set the scene for the much bigger agitation in 1965 against the imposition of Hindi.

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January 21, 2021

Analysts explained that it was a vote for status quo

Analysts explained that it was a vote for status quo, for efficiency, or a slap in the face ofthe rampaging BJP. As a 21-year-old working in television there, I’d been molested, swindled, stalked, and nearly killed (with a karai – honest). Priti hates the marginalised, the sick and the poor, and in pole position to help them all in shiny new Brexit Britain, she delights in making their lives a misery instead. With love so unexpectedly given precedence, it was no wonder that Delhi went on to democratically sweep out hate.Nor will I hear a word against Pakistanis. Especially the kind that glower at you from behind the steering wheel till you bring up biryani. Yet, look into your past and see if you can’t find people who were ostracised when they first arrived, but through industry and the occasional opportunity sparked by the kindness of strangers, worked their way to where YOU are now. But I’d like to think it was a vote for solidarity. His incumbent party had swept the Delhi state elections, winning 62 seats to the ruling party’s paltry eight. Delhi = Love?? Pull the other one! That’s not an emotion we associate with our cut-throat capital, accounting for 40 per cent of rapes and 33 per cent of all crimes against women in India. And we both guffaw.Of course, if British Indians were celebrating the appointment of an apparently normal desi to the Cabinet, they were right, as the other two are Priti Patel and Cruella, sorry, Suella Braverman. Especially chuffed that he’d replaced Pakistani-origin Sajid Javid as Chancellor of the Exchequer, it only dawned on desis later that Rishi is as much of a privileged-and-not-parting-with-it toff as farcically malevolent Jacob Rees-Mogg. But he might win Hair of The Year yet and make us proud. You may never hear me say that again!P. Its true self? Prove us wrong, Delhi.S. For love. Then burrrrn ‘em with your democratic rights.Do as Delhi did. Briefly. March. Vote. As it turns out, you really won’t hear that from me again. It had been a good month — he’d felt the love.Four thousand, five hundred and fifty miles away in Delhi, so had chief minister Arvind Kejriwal. Panic-stricken, I began to call one barely known Facebook friend after another to see who might assist. Rise again.


That might make educational institutions think twice before humiliating harmlessly ovulating students again, but will it make even a dent on the taboo around menstruation? Not while "godmen” like Swami Krushnaswarup get away with decreeing that menstruating women who cook will be reborn as dogs, and the men who eat their cooking, as bullocks. When they failed to compensate or help, I turned to the peeps who’d invited me over, to find them as perverse. Subcontinental taxi drivers, with whom I have a heart-to-heart on every trip out of the Sherwoods, are my Best Ever Friends (not counting squirrels).How was it for you? This last month of love? I sat on my soapbox in Sherwood Forest and asked the squirrels gathering around me. The word you want is the British "pillock”, Dasji; many muck heaps worse than a harmless bovine, and the perfect name for brain-dead bigots like you. "Hah! What about yours?” I reply. Nor government largesse to the 15 million living in poverty in the UK. Speak up.Twenty years later, in 2016, I returned to Delhi to further disasters when the hotel fried my electronic devices to a crisp, barring me from both my money and contacts. Two days after I submitted my paean to Delhi’s love and kindness, it has descended into a hell of rioting and murder, and its worst self. Not with satin hearts and red velvet cupcakes, but with blood. Fan the flames of your rage at the fundamentalists, the brutish politicians and their circles of greed.So, if in these weeks of love, you didn’t feel it in the air, if your town was painted the wrong sorta red, have I got the month for you! For this is the month of warlike Mars, for the Ides of March, when warp knitting fabric factory the self-serving get their comeuppance.

From one brown gal to another, Priti, I’m not gonna beseech you to look into your heart, because you don’t have one. Cook up revenge all this month with a, er, vengeance, and don’t wait to serve it cold. "You’re calling me at seven in the morning? Jaante hain main kaun hoon?”one huffed. She ordered 68 of them to strip to prove their period-free status. The one that appeared to be sweeping the forest floors in search of nuts, with a dark ring of fur round his neck that could have been a muffler, and whiskers like a little black tache, nodded vigorously..Talking of British pillocks, BoJo lulled Brit-Indians into thinking they were feeling the lurrvvve when he scooped Narayana Murthy’s son-in-law Rishi Sunak into the blubbery bearhug of his Cabinet. The students complained and the enforcers were arrested. With his pots of money and perfect coiffure, I cannot see Rishi generously doling out love. Remember, pretty please, and consider paying it forward. Before long I had a host of offers from unexpected quarters of their company, cars and phones!If the kindness of strangers saved my bacon, it was also this generosity that led Delhi’ites in their thousands to turn out in support of the protesting women of tenacious Shaheen Bagh, and JNU and Jamia students, under attack from right-wing goons.A college in Kutch too was painting the town red. The principal of this Hindu sectarian institution, which prohibited menstruating women from participating in regular activities, suspected a large percentage of her students of lying to her so they could study unhindered (the gall! the depravity!). "What on earth is going on in your country?” they cry

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