Some people in India have called for campaigning for the award of the Nobel Peace Prize to Father Stan Swamy (Stanislaus Lourduswamy) who’d been working on behalf of the oppressed indigenous peoples of India, and who was framed in a false case by cowardly, cynical agents of the Indian state and institutionally murdered.

Not going to happen as the Nobel Foundation resolved in 1974 not to award any posthumously. (

However — and here I speak with some trepidation as a non Catholic and, in fact, as an atheist but as someone who celebrates the presence of peoples of different faiths in our midst as well as their constitutionally guaranteed right to profess their faiths — perhaps the Vatican could be appealed to, to beatify Father Stan, leading to his canonisation, i.e. proclamation as a saint, as he was an absolutely saintly figure.

Who among those of us who adore our non-human fellow-beings hasn’t heard of Saint Francis of Assisi, after whom the current Pope, Jorge Mario Bergoglio, named himself on being elected the pontiff. Incidentally, Father Stan belonged to the same Society of Jesus (SJ) order within the Catholic Church that Pope Francis did.

Father Stan, who dedicated so much of his life to the welfare of the indigenous peoples of India and for the respect for environmental laws and the Constitution of India.

Father Stan deserves a Bharath Rathna, the highest civilian honour bestowed by the Indian state (including posthumously) but as that’s not going to happen under the current ruling hate-filled Hindu terrorist dispensation, could we at least aim for what is possible?

Such as the Catholic Church’s canonisation of the true saint whose presence we’d been blessed with in our midst, that Father Stan Swamy was?

That would also send a strong message to the cowardly cynics in New Delhi.

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In a country that used to preen itself as the ‘world’s largest democracy’

Does it still?

A list, most likely incomplete:

Professor Hany Babu

Sudha Bharadwaj (Do google her illustrious name and the “five books” rule with added conditions. Precisely what was the ‘learned’ judge smoking?)

Sudhir Dhawale

Gulshifa Fatima

Arun Ferreira (He’d previously been jailed for four years and had written a brilliant book, Colours of the Cage: A Prison Memoir, 2014, Aleph Book Company, about how those cynical amounts of criminality on the part of the state apparatuses happened and how he emerged.)

Surendra Gadling

Ramesh Gaichor

Akhil Gogoi

Vernon Gonsalves

Sagar Gorkhe

Meeran Haider

Sharjeel Imam

Jyoti Jagtap

Ishrat Jahan

Devangana Kalita

Siddique Kappan

Nodeep Kaur

Dr Umar Khalid

Athar Khan

Hem Mishra

Natasha Narwal

Gautam Navlakha

Shifa ur Rahman

Varavara Rao, 81, hospitalised with various ailments

Mahesh Raut

Professor G.N. Saibaba, 90% disabled

Khalid Saifi

Shoma Sen

Father Stan Swamy, SJ, 83-year-old suffering Parkinson’s. Please google his name and ‘sipper’ and read about the breath-taking cruelty of the Brahminical Sanghi fascists.

Asif Iqbal Tanha

Professor Anand Teltumbde

Rona Wilson

This list is likely incomplete.

All of them having been most bizarrely and cynically framed by the Sanghi terrorists in power.

These are some of our best academics, human rights activists, journalists, lawyers and social workers, who have stood steadfastly by the peoples of India, including the Adivasis (indigenous peoples), Dalit-Bahujan (peoples of oppressed castes) and the minorities.

If their crime is that they were adhering to, defending and upholding the articles of the Constitution of India authored by Dr B.R. Ambedkar and other visionaries, then innumerable others of us can be accused of harbouring criminal intent.

I plead guilty.

Shame on India!

(This list benefited from inputs from Aiman J. Khan and Mahtab Alam. However, the responsibility for its drawing up and any consequences thereof are entirely mine.)

P.S.: Added Mandeep Punia on Feb 1 but happily deleted on Feb 2 after he got bail. Also, as of Feb 5-6, deleting Munawar Faruqi but adding Nodeep Kaur.

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A year ago this day, Dec 26, I got invited to meet Father Cedric Prakash, SJ, one of our most prominent of human rights activists, who was briefly in Bangalore and who said then that 2019 had been among the WORST years in the life of the Republic of India, given many negative developments such as the repeal of Article 370 of the Constitution re the special status of Kashmir, the dastardly CAA-NRC-NPR[1] project and several other horrific occurrences such as numerous lynching incidents targeting Muslims and Dalits — reported as well as those unreported by the now mostly supine media.

The following words are mine, not his: the current Hindu-fanatic, proto-fascist regime in India is inspired, perhaps over-inspired by both Nazi Germany’s Genocide ‘laws’ and Israeli Apartheid-cum-genocide project against the people of occupied Palestine.

Fr Prakash was right as regards 2019 having been among the worst years yet.

Alas, 2020 has been worse still, I submit (and parts of the following are a repeat of what I’d said in a post yesterday: ‘Celebrating Jesus Christ, Politician and Revolutionary

We’ve witnessed the violent crackdowns on the anti-CAA-NRC-NPR protests, more jailings of some of our best activists on trumped-up charges, the sudden lockdown announced with next to zero notice by PM Modi in late March citing Covid 19 and the inept handling of the consequences thereof, such as the exodus of migrant workers by the PM and his minions, the stupendous cynicism of the judiciary in handling Habeas Corpus cases – Habeas Corpus, mind you, which any judiciary worth its name would hear post-haste — such as those from Kashmiri politicians as well as the appeals from the unjustly jailed frail old Father Stan Swamy, SJ, and Varavara Rao, Vernon Gonsalves, Sudha Bharadwaj, Shoma Sen, Hem Mishra, Gautam Navlakha, Arun Ferreira, Mahesh Raut, Dr Anand Teltumbde, and numerous other Prisoners of Conscience/Political Prisoners including those who simply ought not to be in jail but are merely because the cynical top member of the topmost Bench perhaps wondering whether he’ll get an ambassadorship or a governorship and if so where and with how much TA/DA…

For crying out loud, an 83-year-old and a 74-year-old being put through torture and near-blind Navlakha denied glasses (spectacles)… Mind you, these are all some of India’s most brilliant human rights activists who have zero connection with anything unlawful and in fact among those striving for the respecting, protecting and fulfilling of the rights enshrined in the Constitution of India. 

Add to this Modi’s cynical farm laws — incidentally opposed by farmers of all over the land, although sections of the media beholden to the said PM pretend that only a small section of farmers oppose it and are trying every trick to besmirch the brave farmers! And his sidekick, Home Minister Modi’s equally cynical attempts at buying time.

Away from the subcontinent, the July 1 Murder of Hong Kong as we knew it by the Robber Baron Capitalist Party of China, the ongoing quiet — largely unnoticed by most of the world — cultural genocide (almost akin to actual genocide given the accounts of brainwashing in concentration camps that have been emerging) of the peoples of East Turkestan (Xinjiang in the Han majoritarian regime’s parlance) and Tibet and the spectacle of the Drumpf, i.e. POTUS = President of the US behaving as shamelessly in public as the above-mentioned Indian Mass Murderer), the continued rule of proto-fascists such as Putin, Netanyahu and his Egyptian and Turkish counterparts, Hungary’s Orban, Britain’s Johnson (so much for the “mother of parliaments”, ha!), the Brazilian genocidal maniac Bolsenaro… a long list, alas.    


However, as this year ends, though, in India we’ve been witnessing some major instances of resistance against the cynical Mo-Sha-Ad-Am project: the huge farmers’ protests and other expressions of solidarity from many more members of the working classes all across the land.

You might not get to read/see references to this resistance in India’s mostly bought ‘mainstream media’, though.

Hope Springs Eternal!


[1] CAA = Citizenship Amendment Act
NPR = National Population Register
NRC = National Register of Citizens
(Please feel free to google the above terms.)
And in this context, please see this excellent work by Israeli academic, Dr Ornit Shani of the University of Haifa: How India Became Democratic: Citizenship and the Making of the Universal Franchise

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For many people, all through two millennia, the story of Jesus Christ has been that of the son of god.

Those rebelling against oppression and injustice, struggling for human rights and democracy, have drawn inspiration from the same story of one who challenged the prevalent exploitative order, i.e. a politician and a revolutionary. Who invited those without ‘sin’ to cast the first stone. 

Today my thoughts are with Father Stan Swamy, an 83-year-old human rights activist who has given his life to defend the rights of the Adivasis, i.e. the indigenous peoples of India, and who has been most cynically and unjustly jailed by a Hindu fanatic proto-fascist regime although he’s suffering from Parkinson’s and subject to other cruelties such as being denied a sipper so he can drink water (now restored after online uproar).

With the poet Varavara Rao (80), Professor G.N. Saibaba (90% disabled, for crying out loud), Vernon Gonsalves, Sudha Bharadwaj, Shoma Sen, Mahesh Raut, Hem Mishra, Gautam Navlakha, Arun Ferreira, Dr Anand Teltumbde, Devangana Kalita, Natasha Narwal, Siddique Kappan and numerous other Prisoners of Conscience/Political Prisoners in India and elsewhere, who are among our most brilliant activists and simply ought not to have been prevented from doing the wonderful work of researching and writing about human rights issues and defending or agitating on behalf of the most vulnerable that they had been doing.

And with Cardinal Joseph Zen Ze-kuin of Hong Kong, who has lived and breathed human rights, civil liberties and democracy most moments of his long life. Over the past few years, he has sought unsuccessfully thus far to persuade the high officials around Pope Francis – who, to his credit, has introduced some momentous reforms including a firm stand against the death penalty — not to compromise with the Robber-Baron Capitalist Party regime in Beijing. On July 1 this year, Cardinal Zen saw his beloved Hong Kong’s soul almost entirely snuffed out by Beijing with its ‘National Security Law’. 

Also with one of Hong Kong’s most prominent pro-democracy activists, Professor Benny Tai Yiu-ting, most unjustly removed from the Faculty of Law, University of Hong Kong, under diktat from the cynics in Beijing. And the numerous brilliant activists jailed in Hong Kong as well as illegally up north.

They and their comrades in Hong Kong are down. 

For now. 

Remembering the late Father Principal Ambrose Pinto of St Aloysius Degree College, Bangalore, who not only used to be seen regularly at pro-human rights protests on the steps of Town Hall shortly until his demise on 3 Jan 2018, but had the audacity to invite the likes of Umar Khalid (now jailed on trumped up charges), Teesta Setalvad, Shehla Rashid, Kanhaiya Kumar, Jignesh Mevani – incidentally, five of the aforementioned having been deemed the assassinated Gauri Lankesh’s children — and other activists for talks at his college and at the Indian Social Institute but when cops phoned and ordered him to desist, demanded the order in writing, knowing that none would be forthcoming, so steadfast having been his faith in the Constitution crafted by Dr B.R. Ambedkar and other visionaries.

A constitution under attack from Hindu fanatic proto-fascists.

Also remembering the Liberation Theologists of Latin America who have fought with varying degrees of albeit mostly failure — including at the cost of the lives of many of themselves — but some heart-warming patches of success, to resist horrendous US-backed right-wing regimes.

Today we celebrate the story of a birth. Of hope. Of the undying quest for justice.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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Mozart* - János Ferencsik, Hungarian State Orchestra, Hungarian Radio And  Television Chorus* - Requiem (1987, CD) | Discogs

As 2020 has been The Worst Year in my living memory — and I speak as a south Indian and not as a Kashmiri Muslim, Palestinian, Rohingya, Sri Lankan Tamil, Syrian, Tibetan, Uyghur, Yemeni or other ethnic/language/religious minorities (incl peoples who’d have been majorities if only their current colonisers vacated…) and in whose lifetimes others might have witnessed worse — I thought it needed to be seen off with a requiem (a solemn chant or dirge), my fave being Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s (those by Johannes Brahms, Guiseppe Verdi and Zbigniew Preisner also come to mind). 

While living briefly on a scholarship in Paris in 1984-85, I saw the film ‘Amadeus’ ( and fell head over h in love with no, not the film nor its weird American accented Mozart character and hatchet job on the composer Antonio Salieri, but with MOZART’s REQUIEM.
Oh, what a glorious work of music! 
Among THE most glorious ever!
In early ’85, I happened to travel to Budapest and stay briefly in a flat of friends of a fellow-participant in the journalists programme I was in. 
I still remember the wonderful couple’s names with gratitude but think it perhaps best to unmensh given that a proto-fascist named Orban now rules their land (and as proto-fascists and full-blown ones seem to be rather abundant around the globe) and found that they had a vinyl record of Mozart’s Requiem, featuring János Ferencsik conducting a Hungarian ensemble. 
Almost never left their flat except to interview some officials, soak in a bit of the official and non-official atmosphere and grab some food. Incidentally, I remember that my hosts had to register my presence at their flat in a police station, that being the rule in the then Stalinist set up. Also strictly enforced in China and Vietnam, as I was to learn later. 
Once, while travelling in a bus in Budapest, I got talking to an English speaking fellow commuter — who revealed that he was in the planning ministry — and when I put it to him rather sarcastically that the whole country seemed to be working up for a congress of the then ruling Hungarian Socialist Workers Party, HSWP (Stalinist and anything but socialist or pro-worker), protested: “Not the whole country”. Touché.  

It so happened that I was able to find a cassette featuring the same conductor and ensemble, which I got addicted to

While living in Beijing, (Aug 1988-Nov 1994) I once met a downstairs neighbour-couple and learned that — thanks to some huge water pipes next to which my radio-cassete-recorder contraption used to be parked, and programmed such that it shut up after playing whatever I’d fed it to play and woke me up 6ish with BBC news — they heard it all. 
A couple from one of the German-speaking countries.
Can only hope they did not resent my obsession with Mozart’s Requiem which used to play rather regularly on that contraption then.
In the late 1990s, living in Hong Kong, I acquired perhaps 20 or so CDs of different versions of Mozart’s R. 
If you’ve read thus far and wish to watch a recording of it being performed,among the best is this, IMO: Karl Böhm conducting the Vienna Philharmonic and chorus.

A kind of bare-bones version featuring the conductor Josef Krips and the Vienna Phil:
One of the more recent with better video-recording techniques:
THE most liveliest of performances is this featuring a MULTI-RACIAL orchestra and chorus as well as perhaps one of the most passionate conductors of the work, Gregory Carreño with the Simon Bolívar Orchestra of Venezuela.

Ah, Venezuela, that Bête Noire of the US of A and much of the West, besides!

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A large number of people, albeit not constituting majorities in many climes — blood lust, alas, being default response in rather too quick-fire opinion surveys — are implacably opposed to the death penalty in all, repeat, ALL cases.

Especially most feminist jurists and lawyers.

Staying in India and with lawyers and jurists alone — those who’ve spent years or decades struggling for women’s rights: Veteran lawyers and jurists such as Flavia Agnes, Pratiksha Baxi, Maja Daruwala, Vrinda Grover, Menaka Guruswamy, Indira Jaising, Kamini Jaiswal, Rebecca Mammen John, Arundhati Katju, Jayna Kothari, Karuna Nundy,  Nitya Ramakrishnan, Usha Ramanathan, Justice Prabha Sridevan, Saumya Uma, Judge Jyotsna Yagnik… (long, very very long list…).
And a number of younger and brilliant lawyers and law researchers too: Ragini Ahuja, Parijata Bharadwaj, Chandni Chawla, Avani Chokshi, Bindu Doddahatti, Ramya Jawahar, Lara Jesani, Guneet Kaur, Darshana Mitra, Malavika Prasad, Deeptha Rao, Vasudha Reddy, Neenu Suresh, Pyoli Swatija et al.

(These lists are open to additions. Please forgive me if in my advancing years I’ve forgotten some, including of those who self-declare to be feminists. Shall certainly add as advised. Needless to say, deletions sought, for various reasons that need not be stated, shall also be respected,)

Ms Swatija’s late grandfather Narayan Desai — father of Aflatoon and Nachiketa Desai — son of M.K. Gandhi’s legendary secretary Mahadev Desai, had appealed AGAINST the death penalty for Nathuram Godse, as had two of Gandhi’s sons! Whatever our current opinions of M.K. Gandhi, I believe that for the purposes of this discussion, we’re agreed that his assassination at the hands of Brahminical Hindu fanatics was condemnable.

Godse, who’d NEVER left the RSS, whose progeny — ABVP and BJP — have unleashed a reign of terror in Uttar Pradesh (Pop 200 m) and major universities such as AMU, BHU, JNU, Jamia and many others. (If anyone has doubts about Godse’s membership of the RSS in 1948 please look up the Jan 2020 issue of The Caravan magazine. There have previously been articles in Frontline fortnightly too stating Godse never left the RSS.)

The principal author of our constitution, Dr. B.R. AMBEDKAR, had called for ABOLITION of the death penalty.

While sentencing Babu Bajrangi and Maya Kodnani and others for their roles in the Naroda Pitiya massacres and rapes — repeat RAPES, or is it only an issue if a Hindu woman is raped and not if too many to count Muslim women are? — vandalism etc. as part of the 2002 anti-Muslim pogrom in Gujarat (under the then state chief minister’s, now prime minister’s watch) the good judge JYOTSNA YAGNIK ruled out capital punishment

Ms Yagnik rightly said it went against “human dignity”.

(It’s another matter that the two convicts who directed the massacres, rapes and vandalism — namely Babu Bajrangi and Maya Kodnani — are permanently out on bail as they’re the current Indian PM’s darlings.)

The late Justice LEILA SETH was a member of the Justice J.S. Verma Committee that was formed following the December 2012 horrific rape-and-murder case — whose perpetrators were hanged today, March 20 — and which recommended NON-recourse to DP.

A US-based organisation, Murder Victims’ Families for Human Rights (MVFHR), counts among its members those whose dear ones were raped and murdered.

It is NOT the SEVERITY of justice that feminists and other human rights activists seek but the CERTAINTY, which is so lacking, given that too many police stations in India fail to/refuse to even register complaints by women, what to speak of prosecution, conviction and sentencing.

Of the four people hanged in India since 2004 — Dhananjoy Chatterjee, Ajmal Kasab, Afzal Guru and Yakub Memon —  three of them were, many experts who’ve studied each of the cases threadbare, believe were innocent of the crimes they were convicted of and were murdered by the state merely to satiate the “collective conscience” of a mis/disinformed society.

(As for even the fourth, was he really afforded due process? Please google Kasab and V. Venkatesan. Please also note that the then public prosecutor Ujjwal Nikam later admitted that he’d concocted the yarn that Kasab was being fed chicken biryani in order to influence public opinion and thus the court.)

Entire books and erudite articles by the likes of Arundhati Roy, Prof Nirmalangshu Mukherji, Vinod K. Jose and others have been written and documentary films made on the issue, especially on Mr Guru’s case, such as Vani Subramanian’s 76-minute ‘The Death of Us’.

Mr Chatterjee — an indigent security guard despite his Brahmin-sounding name — was put to death following a shrill campaign led by the wife of the then CPI(M) chief minister Buddhadeb Bhattacharjee, party politburo member Brinda Karat having been part of that episode.

The then president A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, who’d signed off on that murder by the Indian state, expressed regret rather too late after the event for having done so.

Just as late former Chief Justice of India, Y.V. Chandrachud came around too late to abolitionism after having presided over Bachan Singh v. State of Punjab (1980), which set the ‘Rarest of Rare’ doctrine — observed more in the breach with too many trial court judges summarily pronouncing the death sentence.

Incidentally the majority verdict in Bachan Singh was written not by Justice Chandrachud but by Justice R.S. Sarkaria.

The dissent by Justice P.N. Bhagwati in Bachan Singh Vs State of Punjab (dissent dated 1982 as he took time to write it: This was in the pre-Internet era and he needed to get a vast amount of research done and which shines through) is a tour de force that ought to be a must read for every judge and lawyer.

“What might’ve been” is a question historians avoid. And yet it is tempting to speculate as to whether had Chandrachud J indicated doubts even then, might his and Bhagwati J’s opinions have persuaded the other three to swing towards abolition.

Mr Memon placed too much faith in what he bizarrely thought was the Indian executive’s and judiciary’s fairness and paid for it with his life.

Nearly 150 countries have discarded the death penalty in law or in practice (the latter term meaning that they’ve not passed a death sentence or carried out one for so long that they’re deemed abolitionist).

But we live in antediluvian, Modified times in India now.

In at least the lifetime of the young lawyers named above and their contemporaries and succeeding generations, dearly hope this land emerges from the current blood-thirsty nightmare.


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Last Saturday evening a receptionist at a private hospital showered praises out of the blue while I was admitting my father for Intensive Care.

“I compliment you, sir…” she repeatedly said expressing amazement that a 92-year-old’s son was actually present to check him in. Meaning that in her experience, elderly patients were being admitted on behalf of non-resident sons and daughters and that it was rare for her to see someone being wheeled in with resident kin shuffling in alongside.

I did NOT feel flattered or gratified at all. Embarrassed and feeling regretful that she should say so.

Especially as, in between filling forms, I caught a few words of an exchange in Tamil with a colleague of hers in which she said in a disapproving tone about some other patient who’d passed through, “… was shifted to KC General Hospital…” after which she turned to me and my brother and repeated, “I compl…”

Translation: taking your kin to a government-run/public/taxpayer-funded hospital is bad as you (are bound to) get lousy service there and so filial piety is exhibited in taking recourse to private ones which inflate bills and rip patients off, and how!

(We’d merely acted as recommended by private docs near our home who’d examined my father and following a scan that showed — lemme spare you the details — suggested, nay, ordered that we immediately head to the private hospital he’s now lodged in.

(Now, K.C. General is taxpayer-funded. I’d once been there long years ago for a very minor ear thing. Cost: Rs 5. Was I satisfied? Yes.

(One of my dear friends, Jagadish G. Chandra of the New Socialist Alternative — and who I’ve had the privilege to listen to delivering pithy but fiery speeches over the past several years since returning to Bangalore denouncing capitalism/communalism/fascism/male chauvinism/patriarchy/ — was telling me of his most positive experience at a public/taxpayer-funded facility in the city’s very heart and where he received service of a quality he has extolled.

(Right to health is a fundamental human right.

(Tax money ought to be going to funding public hospitals. Britain’s much acclaimed NHS is being destroyed by the rapacious right-wingers now in power. Long ago, in Hong Kong, I’ve availed of its excellent public hospital service a couple of times at very little expense, although I had to wait long, that being the punishment imposed by Hong Kong’s capitalist regime, which too prefers that citizens take their custom to expensive private ones.)

Late in the night I reported the exchange at the private hospital reception to a sister-in-law of mine and she said, yes, she too has heard that the area we live in is full of elderly people coping by themselves in spacious apartments, devoid of the pitter patter of young uns.

For further context, I reproduce this exchange with an ambulance driver I’d quoted in my 2017 blog post entitled An Ambulance Chat, Gauri Lankesh and Hindutva Abroad:

“This whole neighbourhood is full of aged people whose children live abroad,” he began in an arresting tone.
“They address us via video-conferencing…
“So many elderly people with two or three children all living abroad. When you told me (on the phone) that your father was 90 years old, I assumed he must be yet another one of those…
“They abandon their parents and live abroad. Why do they need to earn so much money and neglect their parents? What is the use of all that money if this is the way you treat your own parents? …
“Hotte uriyatthe, saar (Kannada for ‘the stomach burns, sir’, or ‘the blood boils, sir’.)

“A lot of the buildings here have no lifts.” (It’s an old locality.)

“How long have you been working, sir?” I ventured to ask while he paused.
“Two and a half years. Earlier I was working ward-side. I want to give up this ambulance job.” (If I’d had an itch to give him unsolicited advice to request him to… but we’d neared the hospital.)

In 2018


In 2017


Which was graciously picked up by

P.S.: A few hours before this latest hospitalisation, I was listening to a tour de force of a lecture by Senior Advocate B.T. Venkatesh entitled “Sedition: A Common Crime of Our Time.”
Needless to say, had to rush back soon thereafter without, alas, attending other pro-democracy meetings around town as I’d been intending to.
P.P.S.: Most of southern Asia ought to be in ICU as far as human rights and democracy are concerned.
Descendants of a 1925-founded Hindutva fascist outfit rule in India now.
Sinhala “Buddhists” — another “majority with a minority complex” — in Sri Lanka.

Pakistan has never gotten out of its army’s grip.

Nepal has painfully emerged from decades of strife only to see Chinese influence grow…

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China has been running concentration camps in occupied East Turkestan — due north of Pakistani-Chinese-Indian-occupied Kashmir and Chinese-occupied Tibet — or what the Beijing regime calls ‘Xinjiang’ for an estimated 1.5 million Muslims.

The Chinese ruling party which continues to call itself “Communist” Party of China, despite being a robber-baron capitalist party since at least the 1980s — is but a bigger version of India’s Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP).

Minus cow and temple.

Han-chauvinist CPC and Hindu-chauvinist BJP being both anti-Muslim, anti-Christian and ultra-nationalist.

The Beijing regime will tolerate homegrown Daoism and Chinese Buddhism but is intolerant of Tibetan Buddhism and Christianity and Islam.

Just as the Indian state has at various points of time been intolerant of not only the two Abrahamic religions, namely Christianity and Islam (the number of Indian Jews being too few. Also, the Indian state admires what Israel is doing to the Palestinians — Muslims and Christians.)

India too has built and is building concentration camps for its Muslims. There have already been many deaths at what the Indian regime calls “detention centres” in Assam state in the subcontinent’s northeast.

The Nazis killed six million Jews and 500,000 Roma/Gypsy people, who trace their origins to northwestern parts of South Asia. As a percentage of population, the Roma suffered a greater loss than the Jews as about 50% of them were killed off but there has been little focus on the Roma peoples’ — continuing — plight.

There are 140 million Muslims in India.

The RSS (Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh/National Volunteer ‘Society’) founded in 1925 is a fascist, genocidal, terrorist outfit one of whose members, Nathuram Godse, killed M.K. Gandhi (Godse never left the RSS. Please see the January issue of the Caravan magazine and other previous articles in Frontline fortnightly.)

One of the former ‘pracharaks’ (propagandists) of the RSS and former chief minister of Gujarat during whose watch some 2,000 Muslim men women and children were massacred and/or raped is now India’s prime minister.

He and his ilk will not stop at Muslims. Their own slogan: “Pehle Kasai, phir Isai” = First Muslims, then Christians.

Think also of the Aadivaasis, the Indegenous Peoples of India, who’ve lived for millennia in their primeval hills, forests and mountains.

Most with zero papers to show when the CAA/NRC/NPR excercise kicks in.

Hills, forests and mountains containing minerals coveted by the financiers of the  BJP-Congi, Tweedledum-Tweedlee regimes, peoples who’ve already borne the brunt of ‘Operation Greenhunt’ and other such Congi-BJP horrific displays of terrorrism.

And the Dalits and other marginalised peoples.
No, this CAA nonsense has been thought up by the prime minister and his sidekick, the home minister and their party most cynically.

Once their ilk have tasted blood, they’re not going to stop with Muslims, Christians, Dalits, Aadivaasis. Blood lust is not so easily satiated. Already the recent attack on students at the Srishti School of Design by BJP terrorists shows who they’ll target next.

Please take seriously what many young people, including young women in India, have already grasped: This is a struggle for our civilisational values.

They’re leading.

And how!

May they and their generation and others to follow get to live in a de-Modified, post-fascist land.

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“India’s Third Freedom Struggle has begun”, someone on facebook or twitter said a few days ago.

Exaggeration? Perhaps. But hope springs eternal.

This time freedom from homegrown, Brahminical Hindutva fascism.

However, it’ll be a long, long night. For these fascists have deep pockets just as those in Germany last century did: DuPont, Krupp, Siemens and several other behemoths were in cahoots with the Nazis.

Now, Adani, Ambani, Tata et al (one of the A’s with 0 experience in making any kind of aircraft having won a subcontract to supply fighter planes) in India have been enjoying untold millions of dollars in tax breaks and winks at massive frauds not only since mid-2014 but since much earlier, Congress and BJP being but Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

My generation may or not live to see this struggle out.

But these fascists, one of them fed on expensive imported mushrooms (as some reports have it) will die some day, just as their bankrupt and corrupt ideology must. As the poet James Shirley (1596-1666) said:

Death lays his icy hand on kings:

Sceptre and Crown

Must tumble down,

And in the dust be equal made

With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Excerpted from


P.S.: “… they can be identified by their clothes,” the alleged mushroom-eater has said about those protesting.

Many of those resisting in India, in Hong Kong, in Chile and elsewhere can be identified by their jeans and tops.

Young women, so many of them, not to forget the entire gamut of LGBTQIA+.

P.P.S: “C’est une révolte?”
NonSirec’est une révolution.”


We Shall Overcome!!!

Insha Insaaniyath!

Happy New Year!

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Today marks 30 years since the death of Hu Yaobang, general secretary of the Communist Party of China between 1982 and 1987. Reputed to have been of rather liberal leaning as regards human rights and democratisation, he was ousted by supreme leader Deng Xiaoping, whose choice as successor, Zhao Ziyang, only continued to espouse Hu’s line. And paid for it. But I’m running ahead of my yarn.

Hu’s death sparked an upsurge of clamour (N.B.: no social media then) for human rights, democracy and action on official corruption. Zhao no doubt stoked it, relying on ferment among intellectuals and students at leading universities. Workers were initially out of the picture. But their resentment over the pro-capitalist reforms introduced by Deng in the late 1970s simmered beneath. The populace had already suffered greatly under more than two decades of collectivisation (of land, factories etc) including a horrific decade of “cultural revolution” drama aimed at buttressing Mao Zedong’s hold on power laced with ultra-nationalist drivel. Tens of millions of lives lost, by several estimates.

Public demands to properly honour Hu, the marches and so forth were exhilarating. Zhao obliged, bizarrely praising Hu as a “great proletarian revolutionist”. This didn’t go down well: No, not with the proletariat (most of whom had little use for nor inkling of such speechifying) but among Deng and his cronies. Official publications initially under Zhao’s command praised the pro-democracy student demonstrators.

But Zhao had played his cards badly. The Deng line prevailed within the CPC. About a month after Hu’s death – and even as hundreds and often thousands of students thronged central Beijing’s Tiananmen Square – the CPC leadership ditched Zhao.

Martial Law was proclaimed in parts of Beijing on May 21. (Incidentally, ML had been imposed in Chinese-occupied Tibet earlier that year but that’s another story.)

This had no effect on the students camping out in Tiananmen. Behind their zeal lay months and years of groundwork by intellectuals such as the astrophysicist Fang Lizhi and journalist Liu Binyan and others, not to mention the “Democracy Wall” movement of the late 1970s and not to forget that an earlier similar protest following a top leader’s death – that in 1976 of Zhou Enlai – had Deng’s hand all over it.

By late May, the military was in place. Battle tanks showed up in central Beijing. On the night of June 3 to June 4, the rebellion was quashed. Meanwhile, Zhao had been stripped of all but his CPC membership. Replaced by Shanghai colleague Jiang Zemin who did zilch other than obeying Deng, who in 1992 called for the unleashing of robber baron capitalism – “socialist market economy” was the euphemism used.

Result: China has grown and how! Decades of runaway GDP growth – widening inequality sparking thousands of workers’ strikes annually and the despoiling of the environment, with global consequences.

The animals outside look on as a regime that persists in invoking Marx – now under arguably the most authoritarian dispensation led by Xi Jinping since the1970s – cavorts with mostly homegrown business behemoths and assorted foreign specimens.

P.S.: Why should a resident of a city in southern Asia bother about what transpired in a city in the continent’s northeast?

  1. I was a journalist based in Beijing 1988-1994 and Hong Kong mostly 1995-2012.
  2. The four hyphenated words in my text.


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After a gap of fourteen and a half months, my now 91-year-old father spent three nights in a private hospital in November, whose rates for various services and supplies have been jacked up by many multiples of 10% on a long list.

“Don’t you provide a bottle of water in the patient’s ward?” I asked a nurse the first evening. She said she’d ask for one to be supplied (by the sub-contractor in charge of the pantry).
“It’ll be charged,” she muttered under her breath.
“So I could just get one from across the road?”
Cheap (in both senses of the term).

Quick however/moreover.

A bit earlier, while having brief conversations with one of the hospital representatives re major problems with Internet access in the ward and twiddling thumbs as she checked her screen which was taking its time, I asked (mindful of the #MeToo movement):
“Out of sheer idle curiosity, Ma’am, do you have an Internal Complaints Committee?”
“Yes, we do,” she said in what sounded to me a confident tone. “We brief staff every month.”
(Disclosure: She’d asked me about my profession.)

But I fidgeted. Having noticed aspects of the hospital’s labour relations that are far from what may be deemed best practice, I wonder how much of staff briefing actually takes place.

For one, most of the staff seem harassed all the time. Short-staffed in almost all departments, be it reception, accounts/billing, nursing or cleaning.

As for the last named, i.e. cleaning, their distinctly different-coloured uniforms and lapel logos mark them out as contracted from another company. Meaning they’re not hospital staff.

Room cleaning and cleaning of patients as well as assisting patients to go to the washroom when able to do so or to take a walk in the – rather too narrow – corridors when so advised by the doctors is the responsibility of the cleaning staff, not the over-stretched nursing department.

So, I got talking with a few of the cleaning staff.

Had to.

As I and/or my brother were expected to tip them for services rendered such as ensuring my father had his … er … ablutions, had his diaper changed, got himself cleaned up through a ‘sponge bath’ and so forth.
They had subtle and not so subtle ways of letting us know that tips were expected.

“Saar, I gave your father a sponge bath…
“Saar, I cleaned the toilet even though it was not my duty but only because – here come a couple of almost untranslatable words from Kannada – ‘neevu vicharskotheeri’ (broadly meaning you pay attention or rather pay attention to the need to tip).

Only one – or so I was told by one of my interlocutors among the cleaning personnel – and I can personally endorse this, based on my experience as of November 2018 – of the actual hospital staff in charge of cleaning can be recognized by way of a different-coloured uniform: Grey.

Now, there is a broadly predictable caste-wise break-up of the hospital personnel: 1. Doctors/specialists, managers, 2. Receptionists/accountants/front-managers 3. Nurses 4. Cleaning and security personnel with salary scales and employment conditions too being on a declining scale. At any rate none of them is unionized and some categories being contract workers ensures they won’t even begin to consider unionizing.

A while after this hospital experience, at a meeting at SCM House to release a small booklet, Right to Love (about the implications of the Supreme Court’s Navtej Singh Johar verdict), Prof Babu Mathew who has a long labour rights background, brilliantly linked the issue to assaults on other disadvantaged sections. To wit the absent/denied (with backing of the full force of the state) right to association of informal sector workers. “Structurally adjusted”, as Prof Mathew quipped balefully. Hoary International Labour Organisation (ILO) conventions a century in the making are being trampled on blithely.

There is a term for workers lacking stable employment conditions, insurance, paid holidays and so forth: ‘Precariat’ described elsewhere.[1]

After the 2017 hospitalisation episode when the final bill was presented, my elder brother took a careful look, argued with one of the surgeons who – so my brother repeatedly tells me – said, “the hospital is looting you and you are keeping quiet”, and got a small discount.

In late November this year, we learned a lesson for questioning the hospital’s billing practices: I’d noticed that in the final bill before my father’s discharge could be effected, the discharge order having been pronounced pre-noon, there was a mention of a medication costing Rs 200+ – a MERE Rs 200 in hindsight – that had not been administered.

Punishment: my 91-year-old father, and elder brother had to wait until nearly 3 pm before we were let go. Incidentally my brother and I also had to watch while my corpulent father devoured a standard meal while we’d both wished the hospital had provided for a wee bit of variation. The hospital having contracted out the catering, perhaps there was little the physicians and surgeons could do by way of suggesting appropriate diets.

On the way to and from the hospital, we’d been provided ‘complimentary’ ambulance pick-up. I noticed that the driver was not the same one I’d met in 2017 and described in the following:

The current one sounded tense and preoccupied. In the few minutes it took to get home, I asked him about his work.

“Neighbours just watch, they don’t offer any help (with getting the patients into and out of the ambulances),” he muttered.



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A less than six weeks old kitten came into my life early in August and by the time I found a permanent home for him he had inadvertently paid me back many, many times over for spending a few sleepless nights worrying over his welfare.

I was forced to bend and pick him up so often every few hours from late afternoon on August 3 and until the evening of the 7th that a backache which had sapped my physical and mental energies for nearly two months had – lo and behold! – begun easing rather than aggravating as I’d feared it might while fussing over the precious little being.P1030967.JPG

That backache started in early June, perhaps after I lifted one bucket too many filled with wet clothes to feed the washing machine and collecting the drained water to carry to the parched plants in the garden.

Although a painkiller ointment seemed to take care of immediate symptoms, the full force of the punishment came on a Sunday afternoon. So excruciating was the pain that I found myself unable to stand. It was panic-inducing.

The American humourist and filmmaker Woody Allen is credited with quipping:  “Not only is God dead, but you can’t get a dentist at the weekend.”[1]

Nor orthopaedists, he might have added.

A neighbourhood private hospital in the part of Bangalore I live in was open. The duty doctor ordered a painkiller injection and prescribed a couple of pills. We’ll see five days later if an X-ray is needed, he said. A fat lot of good the injection and pills did.

After a couple of days, well-intentioned relatives began suggesting myriad remedies, therapies and doctors (as well-intentioned relatives do) and my mother commandeered my brother and his car to drive me to the clinic of a reputed orthopaedist near our home.

His quick-fire diagnosis was followed by a prescription for super-strong pain-killers. I tried asking the reputed ortho about possible side-effects but he had no more time for me.

“We’ll see about the side-effects,” was all he said. Duh! Thanks, Doc.

However, given how much faith people around me had in his wisdom, I did take half of what he had prescribed for about half the duration. That rid me of the unbearable pain and I could get up from a reclining or sitting position. An underlying feeling that something had gone wrong remained. Fear of bending and lifting things or exerting myself in other ways gripped me. A cousin lent me his Lumbo Sacral Belt. I began walking slowly, avoided sitting before my laptop for long stretches and tried lying flat on my back listening to music and spoken word programmes via the Internet.

What next? ‘Alternative medicine’ was suggested. Ayurveda, obviously! An Ayurvedic doc prescribed pills, potions and an oil to be applied to the back, plus hot fomentation. We’ll see whether an X-ray is needed, he too said.

He told me to avoid climbing stairs. Er… there’s no way I can avoid using the stairs to my room at least 15-20 times a day. Thanks, but no thanks, Doc.

Next visit, he did prescribe two X-rays at a newly opened outfit which charged a bomb: The radiologist’s observation: “Early lumbar spondylosis”.

The Ayurvedic doc prescribed more pills, but this time he threw in – following my own query – massages costing a few thousand rupees for a week.

Now, there seems to be a link between backache and depression. My own situation was not helped by my staying away from meetings – private and public – with many brilliant and hard-working human rights lawyers and other activists. And the media rife with the exploits of the likes of Donald Trump, Narendra Modi, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan and their followers is not exactly mood uplifting. I began to wonder whether I’d ever feel better and get back to my routine.

Fast forward to early August: I’d been avoiding climbing the steep stairs to the 2nd floor roof of our house for a few weeks but was forced to as some masonry work was going on.

A dry coconut branch had fallen on the roof. I tried to ease it down but it landed partially on a neighbour’s roof. I resolved to retrieve it the next day. But the neighbour had thrown it into our back alley. (We use dry coconut branches, shells and husks to heat our bath water.) On August 3 evening, I opened the locked doors to the alley to retrieve the branch.

It was then that I saw and heard the kitten.

The alley was bereft of any other activity. No feline or human guardian of the kitten seemed to be about.

I bent down and picked up the tiny creature and took him – yes, a male as a vet later pronounced him to be – to my mother. We both fell head over heels in love with the precious being.P1030954.JPG

Pulling out a saucer that had previously been used to offer milk and cat food to an exalted Daily Visitor[2] who had been gracing our compound for several years until January 2015 was but the work of a moment.

The tiny one lapped up a few tongues-full. I posted a notice on the wall of a nearby veterinarian clinic inviting adopters and bought a bag of kitten food from a pet shop.

From that evening on, I was at the kitten’s beck and call almost 24/7. I felt duty-bound to get up at unearthly hours to check on his welfare, offer food and drink, play with him, lead him back to his saucer…This routine could have gone and on and on.

But my mother and I knew we could not keep him as we share a house with others who exercise a veto.

Discreet messages were sent to a few friends alerting them that I shall go public requesting human would-be serviteurs to this feline being to raise their hands.

One of my respected friends, Cynthia Stephen, independent researcher and journalist, got cracking and supplied me with a number to call before I was even half prepared. But after showing great enthusiasm in the beginning, the gentleman went off the hook. Cynthia then posted my request on the facebook page of Pet Adoption in Bangalore.[3]

An almost immediate response led to a couple from a locality in the vicinity of Bangalore’s International Airport coming all the way to my area, just south of the Indian Institute of Science, and picking up the teeny-weeny.P1030959.JPG

Although I had taken the kitten to the neighbourhood veteran veterinarian on August 5 and he had declared that the kitten was sound of health, I was worried about some excretions from his beady eyes. His assistant, who was on duty the following Monday, gave the eyes a wash, prescribed some eye-drops and the kitten was on his way to his furever home.

While going to pick up the eye-drops from a chemist’s a few steps away, I was telling the couple about the incidents that led up to our – three humans and an uncomplaining little creature – finding ourselves where we were.

“He was meant to be for us”, they said, and I paraphrase from my rather delirious memory of that exchange as I was over the moon at having found good caretakers for a tiny being who had nearly eclipsed my thought processes such that he and his welfare were mostly all that I was ruminating about for several dozen hours.IMG-20170810-WA0008.jpg

[The last photo shows the kitten in his new home. Photo courtesy Sudhir Kumar.]

All that I’d say is that a series of coincidences led up to the denouement.

After I was already on the mend – and again thanks to relatives’ advice – I consulted one of the most reputed of orthopaedists practising in my area.

He let me off saying there was nothing to worry 1.Without prescribing any pills and potions. 2. Suggesting just two exercises to strengthen my ancient back.

What he did not suggest was what I credit with having done the trick: Kitten Therapy!





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