Coming back to Kolkata

What, u haven't seen a street kid in your life, huh?

Not in the pink of health

Red line

Touch and go

Rain pane

The lady

Hair and there

The tea drinkers

Dada Boudi

Fashion police

Pay first...

The Hindu and the Muslim - Religion will follow you

Excerpts from an article by Shahina K K in the Hindustan Times on Oct 4, 2008. Parts of a write-up by Shahina on The Hoot, a media watchdog portal, were used by "The Indian Mujahideen" in its terror email relating to the Delhi serial blasts of Sept 13, 2008.

In the excerpts below, Shahina, a self-professed agnostic, describes her state of mind following this shocking discovery and what followed afterwards, and what she fears MIGHT follow...

• "...Our friends initially responded as if it is nothing but rather a minor crime of plagiarism that we need not worry about further. In fact as they explained later, they had been trying to shrug off the acerbic realization that what we call terrorism is some where very near our doorstep.
  
  "However their arrival at my place was followed by a call from Sevanti Ninan, the columnist who edits The Hoot. Even though it was not unexpected, I had felt a tremor while being informed of the enquiry by the Maharashtra Anti Terror Squad about me. They contacted Sevanti and she told me that it was impossible to hold back whatever information they wanted about me...
  
  "...but living in a metro stricken with terror, it was altogether a different ball game. Here even my name matters. The heaviness of a Muslim name could make life miserable in Delhi. No matter whether you follow religion, religion will definitely follow you.
  
  "I have been waiting for the bootsteps at my door any time. My friends say the investigators might have been monitoring my cyber activities and telephone calls. It is hard to live knowing that you are under surveillance. For the last two weeks we had been in touch with several of the authorities to clarify my position on the whole episode.
  
  "One of the top officials we met during the course of this, a gentleman who amazed us with his extremely polite manner, asked, So, you’re a Muslim?” I wanted to respond with a big NO, and to shout from the roof top that I am agnostic, kept away from the clutches of religion even from my teens.
  
  "But I couldn’t. I gave him no answer. I was skeptical about the political correctness of such an answer through out my life.
  
  "Am I doing wrong by turning my back on the millions of innocent people who follow religion, bearing the brunt of what ever have been done in the name of religion? My partner who is, by birth a Hindu had been cajoled to claim the same in front of that officer, in order to prove our secular credentials in a city where we are nothing more than names.
  
  "It was for the first time, religion intruded into our life together. We had not hesitated even fraction of a second to leave the column for religion blank in the birth registration form when our son, Anpu, was born..."

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In today's highly polarised atmosphere of "they" and "us", The Hindu and the Muslim series is a conscious effort to record, and dissect, "Hindu-Muslim encounters" (including the ones done by police) and look for patterns...

The Hindu and the Muslim - Actually aunty, I am...

One evening in 2004.
One of my closest friends, a "Muslim", comes home. "Hi, hello" etc, "namaste aunty" with my mother...

My mother: Aapka naam?
My friend: (tells his name)
(Then the usual exchange to get the pronunciation right)
Mother: Aap kaha kaam karte hai?
Friend: Aunty, Ashish ke saath. Same office mei...
Mother: Kaha se? Dilli se hai aap?
Friend: Aa... Nahin.. Bhopal se... (almost in a confessional tone) Actually aunty, I am a Muslim.

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In today's highly polarised atmosphere of "they" and "us", The Hindu and the Muslim series is a conscious effort to record, and dissect, "Hindu-Muslim encounters" (including the ones done by police) and look for patterns...

The Hindu and the Muslim - Koi comment hai?...

Delhi.
7.45 pm, evening before Id in India.

I (to a "Muslim" acquaintance): Kal ka kya plan hai?!
Acquaintance: Meeting friends, and then we will go out somewhere!
I: New clothes and all!
Acquaintance: Yes!! Hamare Kashmir mei to aaj hi Id mana liya gaya...
I: Woh kaise? Chaand dikhna chahiye na pehle?
Acquaintance: Pakistan mei already chaand dikh gaya na... To isssliye Kashmir mei mana liya gaya...
I: Ohhh!...
(A few seconds of silence. I am fiddling with my cellphone)
Acquaintance: To kahiye? Koi comment hai aapka iske baare mein?...
I: Comment kya hoga? Jo hai, so hai...

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In today's highly polarised atmosphere of "they" and "us", The Hindu and the Muslim series is a conscious effort to record, and dissect, "Hindu-Muslim encounters" (including the ones done by police) and look for patterns...

The Hindu and the Muslim - Party hai in Nizamuddin

A barber's shop in Delhi.
10.30 pm, night before Id.

A man enters with his child for a shave. He's in a coloured baniyaan, printed shorts and hawai chappal. Fair, toned biceps, sleek cellphone... His child is fair, like him, and is saying "Papa, papa..." every now and then. The man responds with a "Haan beta, haan beta" every time.

Cellphone rings.

Man:
Haan, kahan hai tu?
Sunn... Aaj raat ko milte hai... We're going for a party. After that...
(brief lull)
Nizamuddin mei kahin... Woh Nitu ki koi friend hai uske wahan party hai...
(brief lull)
No No No! Not Muslims...

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In today's highly polarised atmosphere of "they" and "us", The Hindu and the Muslim series is a conscious effort to record, and dissect, "Hindu-Muslim encounters" (including the ones done by police) and look for patterns...

Man ka laddoo

This is a demo script I had once written for the producers of Galli Galli Sim Sim, a cartoon show on TV. Through one of the show’s characters Boombah, a vegetarian lion, this script aims to encourage children to achieve anything and everything using the power of imagination. Enjoy!

Man ka laddoo

Boombah and his friends are camping outside a sweet shop, eyeing a jar of laddoos on display. Boombah wants a laddoo but he’s got no money.

BOOMBAH SINGS:
Mein hoon Boombah
Is galli ka sher
Chakhna hai mujhko
Please… please… laddoo ek!

Boombah longingly points to the laddoos.

BOOMBAH'S FRIENDS SING:
Laddoo baitha jar mei
Gud ki chaadar saath mei
Jao Boombah jaldi jao
(smacking their lips)
Ummmmm…
Chaat chaat ke laddoo khao!

Boombah maps the size of the jar with his palm and then looks at his own giant figure.

BOOMBAH SINGS:
Jar hai kittttna chota
(Gestures at himself)
Aur mei hoon kittttna mota
Ab kaun si tarkeeb lagaun
(shows the tip of his finger)
Ke ittnnaaa sa ban jaun
(eyes shut, smacking his lips)
Aur chaat chaat ke laddoo khaun!

A fly comes in, sits on Boombah's nose. He tries to crush it but misses completely and ends up hurting himself. Boombah's friends giggle… The fly enters the jar and sits on a laddoo.

BOOMBAH SINGS:
Woh dekho choti si makkhi
Pankh laga phrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Idhar udhar udti phirti
(showing the fly’s size with the tip of his finger)
Agar ho jata uske jaisa
To laddoo khata
(dances a bit)
Phir naachta!
Gaata!
Khush rehta!

Boombah breaks into a jig; friends join in. They dance until they can breathe no more.

BOOMBAH'S FRIENDS SING:
(excitedly)
Boombah tumhari nikal padi
Laye hai hum khush khabri!
Ban sakte ho tum ittttne chote
Jaise macchar, makkhi ya titli!

BOOMBAH SINGS:
Kaise kaise… batao kaise?
Kaun si tarkeeb lagaun
Ke chaat chaat ke laddoo khaun?

ONE FRIEND ANNOUNCES:
Hoshiyaar hoshiyaar
Aankhein band karo
Sab ho jao taiyaar
(Waves a twig like a magician)
Choo mantar jadoo mantar
Sach hogi har baat
Jo hai man ke andar!!

Boombah closes his eyes and enters the imaginary world.

THE OTHER TWO FRIENDS JOIN IN:
(They all sing)
Boombah baitha dukaan mei
Man mei chaha aur
Ghus gaya laddoo ki jar mei
(Boombah is seen inside the jar eating laddoos. He is very happy)
Khata laddoo
Khap khap khap khap…
Subah shaam jab chahe
Tab tab tab!

Boombah opens his eyes. He is completely thrilled by the imaginary feast of laddoos and is smacking his lips.

BOOMBAH SINGS:
(Showing his size)
Dekho mei tha kitna mota
Man mei socha
Aur ho gaya itna chota
(Like a magician)
Choo mantar jadoo mantar
Ghus gaya jar ke andar!
Kha sakta hoon laddoo khap khapa khap…
Subah shaam jab chahe
Tab tab tab!

Boombah and his friends leave the sweet shop dancing. The jar of laddoos is now empty.