Tuesday, January 5, 2016

The Punjab Story: by et al K.P.S. Gill.



Collection of write ups by various people who were present and witnessed Operation Blue Star as it happened, and are telling what they knew of events leading up to it, along with the operation itself and aftermath. There is a diversity of opinions and experience here, which gives perspective, but more importantly, there are details not generally publicised then or later in the media of the nation for a long time. Those were days prior to opening up of the economic map of India, and also days prior to cable and consequent plenitude of news channels vying for more and better look at events.

This book shares a surprising little detail with another one read shortly before, about Sanjay Gandhi by Vinod Mehta - namely, both books are reissues of publications post enormous events that the people living through couldn't have been expected to know would be shadowed or at least added to or even pushed aside by events following soon thereafter. Sanjay Gandhi's death in the plane crash accident post Indira Gandhi's return to power hugely overshadowed his stature and effects stunningly, while Indira Gandhi's assassination by a Sikh bodyguard of her own with a rifle pumping some thirty bullets into the frail elderly prime minister of India forever overshadowed Operation Blue Star, making it a mere signpost to events leading up to aftermath of her assassination.

Since then it has become increasingly apparent that major role in events of this book was played by the same rogue nation in the region that is responsible for terror export not only in Afghanistan, Baluchistan, Kashmir and generally the region, but indeed in the whole world with possible exception of Arab nations, if that. That the Sikhs indoctrinated across the border seemed to forget their lost kingdom of yore had its capital in Lahore, and the most important place of pilgrimage Nankaanaa Saheb which is sort of Bethlehem of Sikhs, is also across the border, speaks much for the naivete of Sikhs.
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As one reads these accounts of the events leading to Operation Bluestar, so far, descriptions of Bhindrawale by various writers do invariably evoke someone very similar to one familiar with that part of history by not merely name but ideology and aims of expansion by a small insignificant person who led a violent cult movement establishing an emotional following and evoking contempt or fury in others who were revolted by the violence of the cult against rest; Bhindrawale did it against a billion Hindus, and Hitler against the whole world. Fortunately Bhindrawale was checked early, comparatively, and for this one is grateful to India, her culture and spirit. It wasn't merely a leader or a party that could do it, it was the military, and significantly, despite this military being heavily composed of the same community that Bhindrawale counted on to split the army and cause confusion and damage, playing into his hands. Instead they were far wiser, steadfast in their values and innate wisdom in crushing this manifestation in India of a disease that had caused such havoc in Europe and across the world, then barely for decades ago.
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Quoted from Forward by "K.P.S. Gill, New Delhi, June 2004":-
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K.P.S. Gill is a respected officer of Indian security forces.
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"Indeed, if any evidence of the Khalistani fervour survives, it is among a handful of lunatic expatriates, entirely divorced from the realities of the ground in Punjab. Even this lunatic fringe has been shedding regularly, as some of its leading oddballs crawl shamefacedly back into the country to ‘rejoin the mainstream.’ Others continue to rant ineffectually in their safe havens in Pakistan, or in their adopted countries abroad, increasingly discredited among those who lent them some credence in the past."

"It is useful at this time, consequently, to remind ourselves that it was precisely this pattern of venality and neglect, combined with some of the gravest and most unprincipled political misadventures by the leadership of that time – both at the state and national level – that had given rise to the terror towards the end of the 1970s. For many, it is still a matter of complete amazement that Punjab, with its booming economy and a people so generous and open-hearted, could have been seduced by the narrow-minded and mean-spirited ideology of communal ghettoization that went by the name of ‘Khalistan.’ But those who have closely studied the dynamic of the emergence and consolidation of the terror in the early 1980s will understand that a comparable failure of political imagination, in combination with a sustained pattern of administrative incompetence and cynical manipulation, can bring about future disasters as well."

"The redundancy of Operation Bluestar was, in any event, demonstrated in 1988, when Operation Black Thunder - ...... Black Thunder and the counter-terrorism campaign that followed put the terrorists to flight by the end of 1989; but politics intervened once again, and vacillation, the failure of political imagination, and the outright incompetence of the national leadership at the highest level, again wasted the advantage that had been gained through the enormous sacrifices of the security forces. Thousands of lives were still to be lost on both sides of the battlelines before sense eventually prevailed, and the last phase of the counter-insurgency campaign brought the terrorists to their final defeat."
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Quoted from "Genesis of the Hindu-Sikh Divide" by Khushwant Singh:-
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Khushwant Singh was known for his editing a magazine, apart from journalism and writing, and the fact that his father and grandfather were the builders used by British to build New Delhi, for which the father was knighted; he, the father, also used the opportunity to buy large tracts of land in the new capital, and construct the family home, apart from an apartment complex built for his descendents.
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"Sikhism was born out of Hinduism. All the ten Sikh gurus were Hindus till they became Sikhs. The Granth Sahib which Sikhs regard as the ‘Living Light’ of their gurus can be described as the essence of Vedanta. Nevertheless like other reformist movements Sikhism broke away from its parent Hindu body and evolved its own distinct rites of worship and ritual, its own code of ethics, its separate traditions which cumulatively gave it a distinct religious personality"

" .... they continued to be regarded as the militant arm of Hinduism. This was reaffirmed in the martyrdom of ninth guru, Tegh Bahadur, known popularly as Hind di chaadar – Protector of India in AD 1678. The guru had appeared before the Mughal court as a representative of the Hindus of northern India to resist forcible conversion to Islam."

Khushwant Singh's bias shows when he states:-

"Banda and several hundred of his Khalsa soldiers were captured and executed in Mehrauli, near Delhi, in March 1710. Their blood created fertile soil for the sprouting of Sikh political power.",

where he is not memtioning who was responsible for the execution, although its obvious it was the islamic regime; he's quite happy to exhibit his disparaging, and ignorance thereby, of the mainstream culture of India which is labelled Hinduism, in various remarks so far.
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In the following, as before, he strains to enforce the separate identity that never was separate until goading of anti Indian campaign by forces attempting to exact revenge about India not allowing a total massacre and genocide of East Bengal, and Khushwant Singh attempts to enforce this separate identity which as a thought in the first place gave space to separatist and terrorist activities at all, however much due to the machinations of the terrorist factory across border that is mistakenly branded a nation but is merely a suitable military base for war against USSR as per design by Churchill and maintained by U.S. with billions of dollars of aid that simply disappeared in deep pockets of high up military echelon, but as a land or people remains the tourniqueted part of India thst suffers a loss of identity due to the separation from heartland that is India.

"The relationship between the Hindus and the Khalsa remained extremely close as long as they were confronting the Mughals, Persian and Afghan invaders. Hindu youths coming to join the Khalsa simply let their hair and beards grow, accepted pahul (baptism) without breaking their family ties, it was during this period that the custom of bringing up one son as a Sikh grew amongst many Punjabi Hindu families. When Sikhs assumed power in Punjab under Maharaja Ranjit Singh (AD 1780-1839), Punjabi Hindus had even more reason to turn to the Khalsa. The Maharaja, though a devout Sikh, would also revere Brahmins, worship in Hindu temples and bathe in the Ganga. He made killing of cows a criminal offence punishable with death. Although he rebuilt the Harmandir in Amritsar in marble and gold leaf, when it came to disposing the Koh-i-Noor diamond his first preference was to gift it to the temple at Jaganathpuri."
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"British realized the advantages to them in keeping the Sikh identity separate from the Hindu. Assured of Sikh loyalty during the Mutiny of 1857 they rewarded Sikh princes and zamindars with grants of land and recruited Sikh soldiers in large numbers into their army provided they had taken the pahul and were orthodox Khalsa. An economic incentive was thus added to Sikh separatism."

"The British gave the Sikhs a vested interest in retaining the Khalsa identity distinct from the Hindu.

"Relations between the two communities remained cordial, even intimate, as much as matrimonial alliances between members of the same caste living in urban areas continued as before. As Muslim pressure for a separate state mounted and Hindu-Muslim riots broke out in many parts of northern India, Hindus and Sikhs once again formed a united front the same way their forefathers had done to face Muslim invaders and tyrants. When Partition of the country became a reality both Hindus and Sikhs living in the part of western Punjab which went to Pakistan left their lands, hearths and homes and emigrated to India."

"Of the five million Sikhs, the prosperous half had their lands and homes in the part that went to Pakistan. They were the worst losers in the division of the country. This had serious impact on their fortunes as well as on their psyche. The two-and-a-half million that were expelled from Pakistan had been the richest peasantry of India owning large estates in the canal colonies. They changed places with the largely landless Muslim peasantry of east Punjab and had to take whatever little land that was made available to them as Muslims evacuee property.

"Besides losing their land and properties Sikhs had to come to terms with secular India. Privileges they had enjoyed under the British rule by way of reservation of seats in legislatures and preferential treatment in the recruitment to the armed forces and civil services were abolished and they had to compete with other communities on the basis of merit.

"Sikhs who had observed the Khalsa symbols of unshaven hair and beards only for the economic advantages that accrued began to give them up. Their numbers began to dwindle."

Here Khushwant Singh brings up the question of separate piece of India, forgetting that the partition wasn't between Hindu and Muslim, it was between those Muslims that wouldn't tolerate others living alongside versus everyone else - India had at least eight major religions of the world, unless one begins to count various churches as separate and similarly distinguishes between various branches of muslims, when the number goes up to well over two dozen. To be specific, after partition India still has all those various religions and their followers, including muslims of more variety than elsewhere since Islamic nations often do not tolerate more than one, and if Sikhs did not have a separate piece of India, nor did Buddhists or any churches, or Jews or Parsis or followers of any other sects of any other religion.

But obviously all this is understood in India, until this question of a separate piece which is not indigenous but something used from across border to foment trouble in india, by the separated piece of india thst seeks to break up India completely, in an attempt to revenge it's identity as a small forgotten piece of India rather than the heir to the mughals.
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"Sikh fundamentalist movement began to build up under the leadership of Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale (1947-84). It had begun with the confrontation between orthodox Khalsa and Nirankaris in Amritsar on 13 April 1978 in which 13 lives were lost, mainly of Bhindranwale’s followers. The Nirankaris put on trial were acquitted by a judge who found that they had acted in self-defence. Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale swore vengeance. The Akalis lent their support to him. From the Akal Takht the Nirankaris were proclaimed as enemies of the Khalsa Panth. On 24 April 1980, Baba Gurbachan Singh, the Nirankari guru, was assassinated in Delhi by Bhindranwale followers. This was followed by the killings of many Nirankaris in different parts of Punjab. Nevertheless, Bhindranwale was allowed to go about freely, toured Bombay and Delhi and when arrested was let off. He became a formidable force and gathered round him groups of terrorists mainly from unemployed youths belonging to the All India Sikh Students Federation. From slaying Nirankaris, terrorists expanded their ‘hit lists’ to include Nirankari sympathizers, dissident Akalis and Congress party members. Their chief target was the Hindu-owned Jullundur based chain of papers. On 9 September 1981, Lala Jagat Narain, chief editor of Punjab Kesari, was shot dead. A year later Jagat Narain’s son, Ramesh Chander, fell to their bullets. Amongst those killed were H.S. Manchanda, president of the Delhi Gurdwara Prabandhak Committee, DIG of Police A.S. Atwal, Dr V.N. Tiwari, nominated member of parliament and Gyani Pratap Singh, a retired priest. Many Hindu temples were desecrated and innocent Hindu and Sikhs killed in cold blood. It was obvious that the terrorists’ ranks had been infiltrated by Pakistani agents, smugglers, Naxalites and common dacoits. The police were rarely able to identify or arrest the culprits."
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From "Akali Dal: The Enemy Within" by Amarjit Kaur.
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Amarjit Kaur was a Member of Parliament of India.
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"The phenomenon of Khalistan has been there ever since the partition .... The British had, in fact, encouraged this line of thinking. Fortunately, the older generation of Sikh leaders: the Akalis led by Master Tara Singh, the feudal elements led by the former rulers of the states of Patiala, Kapurthala, Jind, Faridkot and Nabha, and the old Sardari clique led by people like Sardar Baldev Singh, Raja Harinder Singh and Sardar Hukam Singh, in their wisdom, decided not to fall in with the designs of the British rulers and to cast their lot with India."

This author seems to credit separatist movement to ignorance of youth in the newer generation post independence, rather than machinations from across border.
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"Bhindranwale had begun his fiery speeches and used to say openly that he would weigh the person in gold who would fetch him the Nirankari chief, Baba Gurbachan Singh’s head.

"The government could have arrested him at that stage but it required somebody saying that they had proof. The government did not want to take the risk, as they had to release him, earlier, for the lack of any legal proof.

"Everybody was frightened because they felt that if they did give any evidence against Bhindranwale or against any of his men, they and their entire families would be killed."

"There were other more complex reasons why Bhindranwale could not have been stopped earlier. Political reasons, shall we say. A cordial relationship between the then home minister and the chief minister might have avoided many mistakes. Sardar Darbara Singh blamed all his misdeeds on the home minister. He kept saying: ‘I wanted to do this but he stopped me.’ When Mr Atwal was murdered, Mr Darbara Singh wanted to enter the Golden Temple but he was, he said, stopped by Giani Zail Singh who was then the home minister."
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About Bhindrawale:-

" .... threat to kill all Congress(I) MPs and MLAs on 5 June and their plan to begin mass killing of Hindus in villages."

"The Patiala gurdwara, Dukhanwaran, was coming up as a sub-centre of the terrorist movement. Harvinder Singh Khalsa was camping in our district and coordinating the activities from there."

"He definitely had links with the Pakistanis and Americans. After all, he had links with Ganga Singh Dhillon and Jagjit Singh Chauhan. I was told many years ago by people who had visited Canada that the Sikhs living in that country had already decided to have a Khalistan in Punjab."

"I would like to know how people who have left India and have become American or Canadian citizens can dictate terms to us. They are no longer Indians. They have no business to act as foreign agents in our homeland.We received Khalistan currency notes a few months ago and pamphlets about how the Sikhs were being discriminated against. Many Sikhs had, in fact, stated that they were being discriminated against and when there was no other way for them to enter other countries they began to use the word, ‘political asylum.’ This was the only way to migrate and get jobs in those countries. By doing this they disgraced our community and our country."

"Ever since Tohra took up the SGPC presidentship, he has concentrated on bringing politics into the gurdwaras instead of preaching the Sikh religion from there."

"The Sikh intellectual tends to see Hindu communalism behind every bush. He aggravates this feeling of insecurity by immersing himself even further in ritualistic dogmas, adhering to the letter rather than the spirit of the law. He is deliberately throwing himself backwards in time to the seventeenth century just at the moment when we are on the threshold of the twenty-first century."

"Where is the danger to the Sikh community? What was the need for the dharamyudh? Who is asking us to change? Who is converting us?"

"We are now shouting and screaming after the army action. We say our sentiments are hurt. These are hollow sentiments. Where were these sentiments when Hindus and Sikhs were being killed? Why were we silent when Hindus were pulled out from buses and shot like dogs on the street?"
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Quoted from "Terrorists in the Temple" by Tavleen Singh.
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Tavleen Singh has been one of the most reliable journalists in India. She incidentally is a niece of Khushwant Singh, that is to say, her grandfather was the builder employed by the British to build New Delhi, and knighted for it.

Here she begins with seeing the Golden Temple after Operation Blue Star and recalling her meeting with Bhindrawale.
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" ... ‘Call Leher Singh,’ he shouted, ‘You want to know what they do to the Sikhs, let me show you.’ A few minutes later, a rather large man of about 30 was brought in. He was dressed in traditional Sikh clothes but his beard had been hacked off, as if with a knife. He said that he was from Jatwali village in Fazilka and that Thanedar Bicchu Ram of Sadar Police Station had held him down and chopped his beard off and told him to go and tell Bhindranwale. Six months later Bicchu Ram was shot dead by terrorists and it was then that I realized that I had witnessed the signing of the death warrant.

"After several visits to the Golden Temple it slowly became clear that this was how the hit list was prepared. Bhindranwale dispensed his own version of justice. People would come from all over Punjab with complaints against policemen, officials, judges or just other people. Their complaints would be carefully noted down by Racchpal Singh and action taken of one kind or another. If the complaints were against Hindus the punishment was generally death; Sikhs could sometimes be let off if they came and begged forgiveness. If someone received a favour from Bhindranwale then it was understood that in future he would consider himself one of his men to be called on if the need arose. By the end he managed to establish a network of spies in the villages through whom he silenced those who did not believe in him."

"Inside the Golden Temple, however, a campaign was mounted against them by the extremists who mocked them for even thinking of a solution that did not include all the demands in the Anandpur Sahib Resolution. In what looked like an almost deliberate attempt to destroy any alliance they might be considering with the national opposition parties Bhindranwale made his first blatantly anti-Hindu statement around September when he said he would kill 5,000 Hindus if the police did not release a minibus of his that had been impounded.

"It was around this time that dead bodies started appearing in the sewer in a street directly behind the Guru Nanak Niwas. The first one was discovered some time in August or September when a terrible stench hung over the street and filtered through to the SGPC office. Bhan Singh, the SGPC general-secretary, telephoned the senior superintendent of police and reqested a police party to come and ‘look in the sewer where there appeared to be a body.’

"The police party, after taking special permission from the SGPC to enter ‘their territory,’ opened up the manhole and fished out the body of a youth who appeared to have been tortured to death.

"In the next few weeks three or four more bodies were fished out of the same sewer in similar conditions. Inquiries inside the Golden Temple were answered with sullen stares in the direction of the Guru Nanak Niwas. Those who were prepared to talk only did so in whispers. They said that the victims had betrayed Bhindranwale and had been tied in sacks and beaten to death. Nobody dared to even remember their names. They were just traitors. The police, of course, could do nothing at all because the murders had taken place in ‘their (extremists’) territory.’ A section of the Brahma Boota Bazaar had already become part of extremist territory, as had a couple of streets in the immediate vicinity of the temple.

"The police behaved as if they needed a passport to enter this area. One senior officer said he had tried driving into the Brahma Boota Bazaar late one night but the minute he got within firing range of the Golden Temple’s entrance he had noticed a machine-gun pointed at him from the roof of the Akal Rest House."

"Slowly the venom that was being spewed out every day from the Golden Temple started to get into the very blood of Punjab and this culminated inevitably and horribly in the killings of six Hindu bus passengers in Dhilwan village, near Jullundur on 5 October 1983. The men were singled out by Sikh terrorists and shot dead for the simple reason that they were Hindu.

"The following day a terrified administration handed in its resignation and the state was put under president’s rule. While the whole country reacted with shock and horror, the extremists in the Golden Temple showed neither remorse nor sorrow."

"‘Our guru,’ said one Sikh, ‘could fight, 125,000 (sawa lakh sey ek ladaoon). We have calculated that with a total Hindu population of 66 crores, it comes to only 35 per Sikh. Imagine only 35, not even a hundred. So don’t think of yourselves as weak.’"

" ... Bhindranwale’s death squads continued to spread destruction. On 28 March the Delhi Gurdwara Management Committee president, H.S. Manchanda, was killed at one of Delhi’s busiest traffic intersections. Two weeks later on 16 April, 38 railway stations in Punjab were set on fire in a carefully synchronized pre-dawn operation. An organization called the Dashmesh Regiment took credit for both acts of terrorism and it became clear that a trained military mind was behind them.

"Bhindranwale had no dearth of military minds to call on. In December 1982 when Sant Longowal called a convention of ex-servicemen inside the Golden Temple, 170 officers over the rank of colonel were among the approximately 5,000 ex-soldiers who came forward."

"In the month before 6 June there was constant activity inside the extremist camp. Gun battles with the para-military forces had by now become a daily occurrence and these necessitated fortifications which seemed to come up overnight.

"Slowly the gun battles became longer and more serious and the security forces started setting up positions on rooftops overlooking the temple. The extremists responded by occupying some houses themselves so that the immediate environs of the Golden Temple became a war zone at least ten days before the last battle.

"In a funny kind of way the extremists seemed to think that they would succeed in holding off an attack. Somehow, they seemed prepared to fight but not to die. Bhindranwale, himself, gave the impression of being confident till the very end. On 3 June, which was the last day that journalists were allowed in, he was seen personally loading guns and handing them out to his followers.

"But after curfew was declared that night and the entire state was closed down for 36 hours it became clear that the army meant business. It was at this stage that a large number of Bhindranwale’s men are believed to have escaped through the more obscure exits from the temple."

"Whoever they were, the army believes that they were up against at least 1,500 extremists of whom about 500 were the really motivated ones. Some hid in tunnels and manholes and continued fighting till two days after Bhindranwale was killed. A couple of shots were even fired at Zail Singh when he visited the gurdwara on 8 June. On the morning of 6 June, while the fighting continued in the Akal Takht and the Harmandir Sahib, army troops surrounded the Teja Singh Samundari Hall and the Guru Ram Das Serai and took Longowal and Tohra into custody. Bibi Amarjit Kaur was arrested at the same time from a room near the Sikh reference library which was later destroyed in a fire."
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Blood, Sweat and Tears by Shekhar Gupta
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Shekhar Gupta has been editor of Indian Express.
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"‘Let the army come, we will teach them the lesson of their lifetime,’ Bhindranwale often used to say. But his bravado was evidently in the hope that, first, the government would be hesitant to use the army, fearing large scale mutiny by Sikh soldiers and secondly, even if it did, the ‘inevitable’ revolt by the Sikhs not only in the army but in all civil, paramilitary and police services would help him turn the tables. He had told me confidently just a fortnight before the assault: ‘Even if that Brahmin’s daughter (as he sneeringly referred to Mrs Gandhi) sends in the army, there is no doubt that the Sikh soldiers will keep out of it. And we are absolutely good enough to deal with the topi wallas (Hindu soldiers).’ It was the same wishful thinking that obviously added to his men’s overconfidence.

"But on this day, they were in for a rude surprise. Commandants of four of the six assault battalions were Sikhs, two of the three commanding generals, Division Commander Brar and Western Command Chief of Staff Ranjit Singh Dayal were Sikhs. And the battalion that launched the first assault, the 10 Guards, was a mixed unit containing a generous sprinkling of Sikhs and led by Lt Col Israr Khan, a Muslim. But the same bravado had left the thousand-odd men to the right of the bungas untouched. Most of these consisted of Akali Dal and SGPC officials and workers, and over 500 pilgrims who had come in on 3 June, the martyrdom day of Guru Arjun Dev. Though they all took the warnings seriously, there was no getting away without risking one’s life as bullets flew all over. Only 117, including a large number of labourers engaged by the SGPC, took the risk of walking out and surrendering to the army. As subsequent events proved, they were the ones who weighed the odds correctly. Of those who chose to stay inside, no less than half never came out and many ended up maimed for life."

"The danger of jawans getting caught in fellow units’ crossfire was real and officers in the Parikrama recall the silhouetted figure of Diwan blinking a torch and shouting at the men of Madras and Kumaon regiments, ‘Don’t shoot, I am the Deputy GOC.’ Diwan’s providential arrival on the scene was to have decisive impact on the situation as it helped control the confusion with jawans from various units crammed on the Parikrama floor. With the infantry busy clearing up the Parikrama, the task of ‘contacting’ the Akal Takht was left to the highly-trained commandos of Special Frontier Force (SFF), the secret outfit run by the RAW at Chakrata near Mussoorie."

"Later, the heavily chipped pillars bore ample evidence of the fire which could, in all probability, have come in only from the temple. But that was one fire the troops were prohibited to return and officers recall situations of near insubordination as they tried to prevent their men from firing back. In the last-minute address to the troops before the assault, Brar had said: ‘In no circumstances are you to fire at the temple. I know this amounts to sending somebody to the boxing ring with one hand tied behind his back. But here, this will have to be done.’ The orders to officers were to hand out summary punishment, even dismissal to anyone violating this order and it is only because of this that the temple still stood after the operation more or less intact, barring some bullet marks that could have resulted from strays in the heavy crossfire."

"But there was yet another surprise in store for the troops as the militants unleashed a surprise weapon, a 40 mm, Chinese-made RPG-7 and one of the first shots bored through the side of the lead APC, wounding Captain Jagdev Singh, in command. The immobilized vehicle was now a sitting duck and the commanders ordered the troops to abandon it. It was in that process that the driver, while alighting, was shot in the eye and killed. The generals had by now begun to realise that they had miscalculated the determination, firepower and the skill of the defenders and that could no longer delay the inevitable, the use of tanks."

"All along the day on 5 June, helicopter reconnaissance patrols had been spotting mob formations all over the district. One mob that got perilously close to Amritsar town in the direction of the Raja Sansi Airport was intercepted in the nick of time by a column of jawans who overcame it only with the use of intense automatic fire. Much of it was, however, directed at the mob’s flanks, killing just eight persons."

"The exhortation taken out of the holy Sikh scriptures later became the militants’ code-word to begin slaughtering Hindus and to march to the Golden Temple as soon as the siege began, and it had apparently gone around even on the morning of 3 June, hours before the first columns of the army moved in. On that quiet morning, India Today photo editor Raghu Rai and I had gone to the small mandi-town of Rayya, nearly 40 km from Amritsar, to look at the impact of the Akali call to blockade the transport of wheat at the mandis. On the way back, we decided to take a detour via the village of Nagoke, about 20 km from the Grand Trunk Road. Nagoke has been the cradle of militancy and Kulwant Singh Nagoke, one of the first Bhindranwale men to have died at the hands of the police, hailed from here. My idea was to visit his place as part of a continuing study of the phenomenon of extremism. But the atmosphere in his house was tense, with his widow doing all the talking and a bunch of eight young men keeping absolutely quiet. The truth dawned on us as we were leaving. One of the youths took me aside and dropped the bombshell, saying: ‘I have seen you with Santji (Bhindranwale). So we feel sorry for you. Please run away as soon as you can. Word has gone round to kill all the pandits (Bhindranwale’s favourite expression to describe all Hindus). No one will even bother to stop your car, they will just shoot. And I am afraid I cannot help you beyond the boundaries of this village.’ And then he added, as an afterthought, ‘Hun kam shuru ho giya hai (now the campaign has begun).’"

"Thus, while the commanders battled with the option of sending in the tanks, the ‘campaign’ had been on for over 60 hours and sheer providence had so far prevented a large-scale massacre. While the local authorities were getting increasingly worried, pressure had been mounting from Delhi as well to achieve results quickly as curfew could not be maintained for an indefinite period and a relaxation was unavoidable the following day."

"The first indications of a capitulation came around 11 a.m. Officers recall the strange spectacle of about 25 militants rushing out of the building, firing at random and running straight into death as troops opened up in all their pent-up fury. ... The generals guessed that the mad dash was an indication that Bhindranwale was either dead or wounded or had, confirming their worst fears, escaped. Yet the situation was considered reassuring enough to allow the district authorities to order a two-hour relaxation in curfew in the afternoon.

"And how Amritsar came to life in just those two hours! No vehicles were allowed; there was thus a procession of thousands of men on all roads, out shopping for food, vegetables and medicines. Rotting, week-old dussehri mangoes sold for Rs 12 a kg. There were long queues even in front of a group of shops selling fodder for cattle – so acute had fodder shortage been during the curfew that, with restrictions on movement making it impossible for them to take their cattle out for grazing, many in Amritsar had taken the painful decision of leaving their cattle astray, to fend for themselves."

"From a purely military point of view, an operation of this kind had never been carried out anywhere in the world and the lessons of Bluestar would be analyzed not only in the Indian Army’s College of Combat at Mhow but perhaps also at numerous military academies all over the world. It is often said in diplomatic and international military circles now that an operation of this kind could have been carried out much more effectively and with much less bloodshed by a specialized force like the British army’s SAS. But Indian commanders point out that even the best commando outfit in the world, whether SAS or American Green Berets, would have found it difficult to break through such fortifications while facing constraints of saving a whole lot of sensitive buildings and installations. Besides, the very intricately political nature of the operation ensured that there was to be no surprise. On the other hand, the army was to make itself highly visible to overawe the defenders and then lie in wait, repeatedly giving warnings. It were these constraints that made a clean, surgical commando operation rather difficult. It ultimately became the much-maligned foot- soldier’s battle. Yet, the last-minute twists and turns and the intensity of fighting took the brightest of Indian Army commanders by surprise. Gen Sundarji, formerly director of the College of Combat, latter said that such intense firing had not even been seen during Indo-Pak wars. Dyal, who as a dashing major of the Paras in 1965 had led the remarkable capture of the heavily-held Haji Pir Pass in Pakistan-occupied-Kashmir, winning a Mahavir Chakra, too had a surprise or two. It was also the most testing experience for Brar, an alumnus of the US army’s War College at Carlyle Barracks, Pennsylvania, who too had seen fierce action in 1971, at the head of 1 Maratha in the Bangladesh War, winning a Vir Chakra. All the generals and other officers involved in the operation admit that it was the toughest challenge of their lives, a kind they would not fancy facing again. It is never easy fighting your own countrymen, even more so when they happen to be from a stock which has formed the sword arm of the country’s defence for so long."
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Operation Bluestar: An Eyewitness Account by Subhash Kirpekar
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Subhash Kirpekar "... had covered the 1971 liberation of Bangladesh as a war correspondent and seen part of the 1965 Indo-Pak conflict in Khemkaran, Burki and Icchogil Canal."
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"I am told by Mr V. Ram, principal of the International Gandhi Memorial School in Jakarta, that five youths belonging to the banned AISSF landed up in Jakarta on 8 July. They established contact with him through some students. They told him that if they did not secure their no-objection certificates from the Indian Embassy there to proceed to USA and Australia, they would do something drastic. They could have blown up the Indian Embassy building which was inaugurated on 4 June by the then Foreign Minister, Mr P.V. Narasimha Rao. Or they could have played hell in the Sikh gurdwara in Pasabari where they were about to take shelter."

"There are some who talk of blood and tears in a pool of nectar. They would be applying the healing touch if they also spoke of the dangers of marigold and roses being replaced by deadly weapons in a sacred shrine."

"The Akali Dal, the SGPC and the five head priests talk repeatedly of Bhindranwale being a creation of the Congress. But I find that they are hard put to explain why they are out to make the Congress discard their martyr. The hypocrisy and double-facedness stands exposed.

"When they lay emphasis on the Akal Takht as an institution, and not as a mere building, being damaged they fail to see why the army doctor Capt Shyam Sunder Rampal should have had his hands chopped off by terrorists and bled to death; or why Dr V.N. Tiwari, MP, should have been gunned down in his Chandigarh residence; or why Ramesh Chander was slain in Jullundur.

"Some stalwarts talk about different solutions that might have been possible to implement. Prominent among these theories is that the army could have laid a siege to the Golden Temple and given an ultimatum. Water, power, food supplies, etc., could have been cut off during the siege to force the entrenched men out. This, however, would not have worked. For one thing, the Golden Temple complex does have a few tunnels leading into houses in different areas. This would have enabled a determined Bhindranwale to make a monkey out of the army to appear at a venue and time of his choice. Secondly, the gullible villagers could have been made to believe that Sikhism was in danger and asked to encircle the army. Such a situation would have led to greater bitterness and more bloodshed without achieving results. The last two-and-a-half years of Bhindranwale’s reign of terror cannot be wiped out from the collective memory of the people in the north; nor can it be shrugged off as an ugly nightmare."
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Assault on the Golden Temple Complex 5-6 June 1984
by LT GEN JAGJIT SINGH AURORA (RETD)
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"Lt Gen Jagjit Singh Aurora, PVSM, who successfully led the Bangladesh operations in 1971, was one of the most capable ex-Army officers to analyze the planning and execution of Operation Bluestar."
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"To begin with, the Akali agitation had lasted for so long that it was obvious to anyone that it would continue till certain political demands were met. These demands were of all Punjabis; only, the Akali party had taken the initiative to agitate for them. Unfortunately the political demands were mixed up with some religious demands and the Akalis failed to carry Punjabi Hindus with them and later even alienated them."

This is the second or third writer in this collection to refer to this, and there are points on more than one side. While Punjab was a state to begin with, if Punjabi language didn't have recognition as the main language, it wasn't due to anyone outside Punjab opposing it in any way.

While the centre had opposed other states with their linguistic identities - notably, Maharashtra and Gujarat, which were created only after a long agitation for Maharashtra, in 1960, on May 1st, after the then Bombay province governor had ordered a protest being met with shooting by police, with 105 deaths as a result in what was until then known as Flora Fountain and is since named Hutaatmaa Chowk (Martyr Square) - and, too, had dragged about other states in South, with anomalies allowed such as a Telugu speaking majority city of Madras being awarded to a Tamil speaking state also named Madras - on the whole the linguistic lines of state creation had been applied.

But the problem of Punjab was different, and it was part of a phenomena of the whole northern plain from Vindhya to Himaalayan ranges; namely, that the domination by Islamic invader regimes had sought to, and succeeded in, destroying or denigrating great deal of indigenous culture, of which chief manifestation was the question of language. Foreign languages such as Arabic, Persian and Turkish had dominated the courts of those regimes, and vocabulary from those languages used with structures of indigenous in North had created Urdu, literally meaning 'that of hordes', used by the lower rungs of the said courts. This was the language allowed to be used in education, as education by indigenous schools was forbidden under those regimes.

Consequently Punjab, always at the crossroads of invasions and suffering thereby, and the front of defence of India, had always had Urdu as the language of its education and literature, and later of press. People did speak Punjabi, at home and with friends, in markets and so on. They still do, but Punjabi is still not even taught in schools in West Punjab, across border after partition.

In most of North Hindi was the epithet applied to what is now called Urdu, since British rule brought an equality that Hindus had not had for a millennium and half, and this brought in a movement for bringing up the Indian language, which kept the name Hindi. So in Punjab elsewhere the lines were drawn along thus divide, Muslims stuck to Urdu even if they spoke Punjabi and really knew nothing of Urdu, while Hindus going with independence spirit solidified themselves with Hindi even when they spoke Punjabi normally.

Being bilingual or more is familiar to most of India, of course, and in fact most educated people are at least trilingual, with English and Hindi forming two out of three major languages, and even Hindi heartland population has usually a local language spoken at home or regionally, but with a dialect status. In addition good many, far more number than politically admitted, know Sanskrit, very much alive despite the denigration in favour of Urdu, and some people in border regions or settled in states far from their ancestral ones, speak the local or of one across border. This is comparable, say, to someone in Alsace speaking two local languages in addition to English, and learning Latin at school. Or people in coastal  Provence speaking Provencal and Liguarian in addition to French.

Punjab being divided along linguistic lines to give a majority to Sikhs, therefore, was a communal, not a linguistic, decision, and a grave mistake therefore, leading to the separatist movement being possible at all.
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"If one is to believe Harkishan Singh Surjeet, and I see no reason to disbelieve him, he had claimed, both from public platforms and in writing, that many discussions were held between the Akali party and the central government when differences were narrowed down considerably and decisions were practically arrived at, but at the last minute talks were broken off by the government. As a result the moderate Akali leadership, eager to end the crisis, was forced to return to Amritsar empty-handed each time, where it was jeered at by the Bhindranwale group who said, ‘Well, if you go with a begging bowl what do you expect? Unless you can stand up to this government you’ll get nothing.’ Slowly and steadily, the Akalis found themselves losing credibility among the Sikh masses, and Bhindranwale’s influences increasing. My conviction is that if Sant Harchand Singh Longowal’s position had not been weakened by these unfruitful negotiations, he and the others would have been able to control Bhindranwale. All the same it is a pity that the head of the SGPC, Gurcharan Singh Tohra, permitted Bhindranwale to shift from Guru Nanak Niwas to Akal Takht and entrench himself there."

This sound a very like Arun Shourie documenting the struggle in Assam to get the centre to deal with problems Assam faced for decades due to illegal migrants, with tactics by centre similar, for the political strategy of congress party being to disable every other party with whatever means possible, the only exception being communists who had support of foreign powers, and even split along the major divide between the two main communist powers abroad. In short, congress reneging on promises to Akali Dal is very typical.
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"One of the strongest features of the Sikh community before this action was that despite being a minority, very few actually felt that they did not belong to the national mainstream, as they have lived harmoniously with all other communities; the fact that they looked different or had a different religion was never a consideration for them to feel apart. Now they do."

But for the last sentence, it's all true. As for the last three words, going by personal experience, Sikhs are wiser than that. I recall once seeing off a friend who'd come to visit, alone, and she had to travel the whole distance form North to South of Delhi, alone, as dusk fell. This was decades ago, we were both in our thirties, neither had a car. The autorickshaw that stopped had an elderly Sikh driver, and we were immediately reassured about her being safe. He said he couldn't take her the whole way but assured us he'd see to it she got another, safe rickshaw to take her the other half, and repeatedly told us to not worry. We didn't even need him to say this, we immediately were sure just seeing him.

It was only much later that this, normal, incident was brought to mind in context of the supposed communal divide that in fact is as illusive as looking at the ocean at the southern tip of India on beach and saying one can actually see the difference of colours between Indian Ocean and Bay of Bengal, or Indian Ocean and Arabian Sea, which is nonsense. Yes, one quite often sees two rivers meeting in there very different colours and other characteristics, especially along the length of Gangaa from upper Himaalayan river tributaries to Devprayaag where its finally Gangaa, but that's comparable to seeing two sides of families of ancestors of people who aren't intermarried for generations. The oceans are perhaps distinguished at the southernmost tip South of Ushuaia, but not so at India.
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"I do not wish to question the army’s competence or the commanders’ ability. I have always felt and still feel that under the circumstances and the compulsions imposed on them they completed a difficult assignment successfully and with great care."

"When I visited the temple again on 6 July, exactly a month after the Operation, I saw some of the defences which might have been built over, but a large number had been left to show to the people how the defences had been built by the terrorists. It was obvious that in a period of three months – between March and June – much had been done and the defences had been well sited. I knew Maj Gen Shabeg Singh, who had served under me during the Bangladesh Operation in 1971. He had not lost his professional touch. From the account of the battle as narrated bv Maj Gen K.S. Brar the extremists had taken every advantage of their defensive positions and fought valiantly and skilfully."

"The number of weapons seized, though large, would indicate that these were insufficient to equip a force of more than 2,000 people. The number of weapons seized from all parts of the temple complex, including the Sarovar, were about 1000, which included over a 100 pistols."

"The use and stocking of firearms inside the Golden Temple is reprehensible and inexcusable. I make no excuse for Bhindranwale and his followers for preaching and practising violence as this is against the tenets of Sikhism. There is, however, a need to correct the picture that has been painted by the media that sophisticated weapons were found inside the temple. The first thing to remember is that in a war weapons get lost! In both the wars with Pakistan in 1965 and 1971, a large number of weapons were picked up by people and never accounted for. With the large-scale smuggling going on across Punjab-Pakistan border some gunrunning must have taken place. Since 1960, the government has been issuing arms to certain reliable people living close to the border for security purposes. So there have been a lot of unaccounted weapons in circulation in Punjab, used often in family feuds, property disputes and dacoity. Their buying and selling has been a lucrative trade. Another point to note is that of the weapons seized inside the temple, only 60 self-loading rifles bear foreign markings. The rest are all of Indian origin. Further, there were no medium machine-guns or mortars. There were, however, a large number of light machine-guns. Ammunition for both the light and medium machine-guns is the same, but a medium machine-gun has a higher and more sustained rate of fire. There were two rocket launchers with the terrorists but only one was used."

"I am certain that for the army it has been an extremely unpleasant task. Some of the officers have come under a great deal of criticism. I know both Lt Gen R.S. Dayal MVC and Maj Gen K.S. Brar VrC well. Both had served under me. Dayal was the hero of Hajipeer Pass in 1965 War with Pakistan, while Brar commanded his batallion with distinction in Bangladesh Operations. Both are gallant and capable officers. It is unfair to criticize them for the conduct of this Operation which could not have been of their own choosing. They, however, did not falter and carried out their assignments loyally and to the best of their ability. The actual conduct of the Operation was the responsibility of Brar, but I doubt if he had much freedom in its planning and execution. One thing that impressed me was that before going into the battle he told his troops that if any one did not wish to take part in this Operation he could opt out."

"It is for the first time that desertions on such a scale have taken place from the army. The episode in Ramgarh could be termed a mutiny when the regimental commandant was shot dead by the soldiers. From what one has been able to glean from newspaper reports, one can only surmise that these incidents occurred spontaneously and were not a premeditated plan or deep-seated conspiracy as averred by some. This is apparent from the fact that most of the deserters picked up weapons from their units, got into military transport and left from places like Pune and Ramgarh, hoping to reach Amritsar in large groups! Even a little bit of clear thinking would have made it obvious to them that they stood no chance of reaching Amritsar without being intercepted, killed or rounded up en route. This is actually what happened."

"As soon as Phase I was over Phase II was launched which was to capture and clear off the terrorists from Punjab countryside. This Operation is still in progress and three or four infantry divisions have been employed on it. To begin with the modus operandi was to have the troops located down to thanas. Their job was to carry out searches of suspected houses or villages to locate extremists/terrorists. The suspects were taken to interrogation centres and persuaded to confess. Those who were considered innocent were sent back to their villages. Others were handed over to the police custody. Unfortunately; the only method of persuasion appears to be physical coercion. This has led to many hair-raising stories.

"It is believed that the army units have now been drawn back to tehsil headquarters and most of the searches are being conducted by the police or paramilitary forces. Army units still carry out frequent patrolling of the disturbed or suspected areas."

"The use of the army during this episode in Punjab has been extensive and all-embracing. Police had become ineffective and the administration was told not to interfere. The army was given total freedom of action to carry out arrests and investigation. It was permitted to establish its own interrogation centres. People were picked up and kept in custody without giving reasons. By and large the army has acted humanely and with due care."

"In spite of whatever has happened and is happening the vast majority of the Sikhs do not want Khalistan and are not asking for it."
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Myth and Reality by M V Kamath
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"M.V. Kamath, also a veteran journalist and Khushwant Singh’s successor as the editor of the erstwhile Illustrated Weekly of India, is one of the few writers who has been able to take an objective stand on the army action in Punjab during Operation Bluestar."
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"... Punjabis are more than a people. They function as a family, if a somewhat extended one.

"Two of the five rivers, virtually all the canal system and some of the best land went to Pakistan.

"Add to it the fact that Punjab has neither coal nor heavy industry nor oil. Yet in wheat yield per hectare the Punjabi farmer has beaten farmers in the United States, the Soviet Union, Canada and Pakistan. In rice yield he has bested China and plans to beat Japan as well. The motto is ‘Can Do.’ Of every 100 kg of rice, Punjab’s contribution to the union government is 56 kg. Of every 100 kg of wheat the government buys, Punjab provides 63 kg. And this from a state that does not eat rice and treats it as something to be eaten when one is sick!

"Some believe that Punjabi prosperity has been made possible by money coming from Sikhs living abroad. To a small extent, possibly. In Jullundur district alone, according to one report, Punjab National Bank has foreign exchange deposits worth Rs 270 crore. Punjabis want all that money to be used in Punjab for development purposes. They say it is all ‘their’ money. The Reserve Bank, however, is chary of liberalizing credit facilities. Punjabis resent this."

"Punjabis want textile mills to be set up in their state. Why should Punjabi cotton have to go to Maharashtra to be spun and woven and sold back to Punjab at a profit? This they call in their naivette, colonialism."

Note:- this author mentions mills being situated in Maharashtra, but not the fact that people of Maharashtra as such do not benefit thereby per se; owners have been from Gujarati or Parsi or Marwadi communities, or refugees from Sindh after partition, and workers often brought in from other - poorer - states as well, to break local labour unions as per British practices copied by such owners; as a result there is huge resentment in Maharashtra between locals who feel there homeland being drowned in the migrant onslaught, whik e outsider migrants have no love lost for their work country and abuse it to their heart's content in their homesickness.

That such migrants in turn help bring their relatives and friends to fill positions in Maharashtra does not help matters. Nor does the fact that home states of the said migrants have no opportunities for the people of Maharashtra thus pushed out in the home state, either because those states are poor in the first place (Bihar, UP,...), or because they lack industries (Bihar, UP,  Rajasthan, ...), or, some states such as tamilnadu have policies to not allow outsiders employed in their states.

Moreover, Punjab does have industries, for example Ludhiana with its mills are practically monopoly in woollens, and there are even jokes - decades old - about how an ordinary mehanic in Jalandhar, Punjab can inscribe "made in Punjab" on the finest possible hair-thin wire manufactured in Japan!

But more relevantly, Punjabi enterprise and hardihhod in work is known and appreciated through India; it's highly unlikely that Punjab would not have industry just for lack of capital from, say, Gujarat. So the balance of Punjab economy being in favour of agriculture rather than industry is due to the land being so very fertile, not because there's a lack of workers or capital. It would be a pity to lose the bread basket merely so there are factories spewing fume and destroying health of land and people.

Recently some agitators in Darjeeling said Calcutta government was not allowing industries to develop in Darjeeling, which horrified us - losing the pristine Himaalayan beauty! Mahabaleshwar is ruined due to far too much building of hotels, and consequent deforestation, as are Pune, Khandala, Himaalayan regions in general.
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" ... tragedy struck the day Sikh Sabha, which had been formed to defend Sikhism against christian attacks, declared that christians were not Hindus ."
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At this point, it's not possible to quote any more from this excellent article by M. V. Kamath, due to having reached the limit allowed by the publisher. I looked to buy another copy of a different edition, which is possible about many books, but not this! So anyone reading the review must simply for themselves read the said article. Same is truevof the next excellent article by Sunil Sethi and then a brief but comprehensive white paper by the then government of India.

What remains at the end is the distinct impression of a continuity of terrorist movements, from Hitler's Nazis, to Bhindrawale and his anti Hindu violence inciting large scale violence in India killing Hindus - it was merely a question of each Sikh killing thirty five Hindus, he told his followers - to the jihadists that spread from across border into Afghanistan to suppress and destroy any possibility of that nation achieving peace or prosperity, and then into Kashmir, killing hundreds of Hindus and ordering the rest out "without their property and women" in 1990, to subsequent spate of terrorist attacks in India, and bin laden and his followers wreaking havoc across the world last couple of decades. They are all connected to a lumpen need of destroying everything better, and robbing others, massacring everyone who won't serve and calling it religion for sake of fooling enough people to follow them into killing fields.
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One Amazing Thing: by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni.




People accidentally - literally, accidentally - thrown together, for what could very well be the last hours of their lives, or of some of them anyway, sharing travails apart from scanty food and water, is generally a sure shot for an interesting film, and here the author does it for a book on a grander scale - the accident involved is nothing as small as a plane crash on an island or in middle of ocean, it is the San Francisco earthquake of recent years, with people trapped in the story in the Indian consulate, some working and others waiting for visa.

At that one may wonder if they would not be in so much trouble if the consulate were on ground floor, but then again, it could have been worse, it could have been a higher floor precariously balancing or toppling. When earth shakes under one's feet there really isn't much except luck and fate one way or another.

Here the surviving few take up an idea, of telling about one amazing thing of their lives, and that forms the branches and leaves of the tree, or the bouquet, with the earthquake and consequent danger binding it together. As the stories proceed one begins to gather there are other common threads, of human experience, in stories of such a diverse group. Love and marriage and concerns related is one, of course, and India another.

Some surprises make one realise how one might take seemingly ordinary people for granted, and all along they might have an amazing story, or just plain be amazing. And more. 

Friday, December 11, 2015

The Sanjay Story: From Anand Bhavan to Amethi; by Vinod Mehta.



This book could have been benefited with a newer edition to add information after the famous first ever defeat of congress government in India, because the subject of the book not only died suddenly and accidentally soon after this, but far more happened, much of the events of eighties related to the family and the nation woven intricately together as it then used to, that could have put a lot more in perspective. For reasons perhaps not that obscure, this wasn't done.

Much of what is here was known to most who lived through those times, especially those connected in any way with India, especially those that lived in India, even if press was silent for most part about negatives related to the family. This was so not merely during the emergency when political silence was imposed, but also before and after, when personal details of non exemplary nature were kept off. Indeed that was so until the Times motto, very characteristic of a GWTW English era, of "all news that is fit to be printed" was replaced with another set of values and style, especially in film journalism where gossip and dirt was brought in in seventies and paid news replaced it all parading as all news and thought there could be. In non film journalism and indeed in officialdom people still did and do cater to power, which is perceived as intricately related to this family albeit the winner branch of it rather than the thrown out wife and son of the subject of this book, who remain mostly ignored but for the opposition generosity in giving them space in the party. That the family is for now out of power even as opposition, while opposition is a strong winner and ruling party, has changed only a little of that equation as far as most press and other officialdom go.

Mehta here gives little that is not known, and leaves out much that is known, which he states could have filled another book but was not included for reasons of journalistic integrity, specifically for lack of substantiation - so most of this is a reliving through the known and few unknown details. He mentions the big theft, but leaves out the real mccoy that was change of name due to the incident overseas, and instead claims the subject of his book left the Rolls Royce apprenticeship due to being no longer interested.

What is really interesting is that he leaves the book and the reader, after meticulously cataloguing all the unsavoury details of Sanjay Gandhi's exploits and misdeeds known and less known in detail, is that he makes one question instead if the guy wasn't so much a villain as a character out of place and out of his time, and would have been instead seen as a saviour and unquestionable prince and king benefic and loved by his people if only time and place were different. This may or may not have been his intention - after all his very meticulous balancing of the book might not have been all that merely due to integrity of journalism, but more of a safety precaution, since one couldn't even then have been certain of just how long congress and the family would be not in power. Indeed they were back in two years, except for Sanjay who was no longer quite the unopposed prince and died before he could come back to that position.

This impression, of a man out of his time and place but not intrinsically bad per se as much as
simply lacking the circumstances that could have instead made him look very different, is perhaps all the more stronger if one has just finished reading about the various royal families and persona of Europe, One gets the impression they got away with much including deaths of millions, being not personally responsible for events they presided over as heads of nations, and more.

Indeed the author leaves one with the impression that the one single characteristic of the man was that he was autocratic in his style of thought and decisions, and while he heard and understood others when he did meet or hear them, he gave little importance to what he did not consider worth taking into account. In the process much was discarded that could have benefited him, from school education to the final routing at elections due to not listening to those that knew better.

One might wonder if there was more in this line - after all various despots of many nations did flourish quite long and well under a benevolent eye from a superpower, due to their ability to agree to just that much; that some of them cheated on the agreements successfully and were never punished is yet more evidence that perhaps downfall of this young man, fortuitous for the nation or not, was not all due to his serious flaws as much as due to faults that put him out of ever being supported by a superpower.

Mehta mentions Sanjay's own family but little, makes no mention of death of his father in law and the Sikh problems that the nation and more specifically the family faced after the death of Sanjay Gandhi and especially more so after the events that unfolded post his death. All that of course happened after this book was published, but he has added only a new forward to the book, mentioning only the death of Sanjay Gandhi and no more.

All in all one wonders if the author was all along merely in a fortuitous circumstance as people in higher positions during and post British times tended to be, rather than earning it with merit. One expected much more of the book on this subject, more than this, better than this, due to his name and position of being a well known top journalist and editor of decades of top magazines.

One of the examples where it fails or at least falls very short is the infamous Turkman Gate episode of emergency misdeeds - Mehta describes it as a slum, deserving of being razed to the ground, and only badly done as in human terms: Tavleen Singh, another journalist of excellence, has explained it differently, in her book Durbar. And while Mehta does give a lot of details about the whole operation making one cringe as one reads it, it is the crucial difference in describing it merely as a slum that is a serious discrepancy at the very least if not outright mistake.
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So Mehta wrote the book soon post emergency, and the subject and his mother being still very much then alive, didn't take chances but wrote so meticulously that it comes across as all documentation of what most others either wrote or said until then, or could find easily enough, with - as he very explicitly and pointedly mentions - much withheld. He really hasn't said anything that could help them persecute him legitimately, if and when back in power, which they did come soon enough, even though Sanjay died very soon and suddenly in an accident with a plane he was flying crashing near his home that was the home of his mother, then again the prime minister of India. 

The effect is to make one wonder if he really wished one to take a startled second look at whether the guy was not a villain but a much misunderstood visionary out of time and space and role, with much that was blamed on him being not his fault, much that was his fault not being held up for him to be accountable to but minor stuff, and much that was his accomplishment being lost in the sycophancy during the emergency.

One small detail comes to mind much later post having finished the book and been busy at other stuff, which - the detail - is interesting in its shedding light on the author.

He has made it a point to give details of how he was asked, with no uncertainty, by henchmen of the power during emergency, to give publicity favourable to Sanjay Gandhi via articles and editorials, which other publications did readily enough (he refrains from mentioning the chief publication that stood out against it all, funnily enough!) - which he meticulously mentions he had not until then complied with, and later fortunately didn't have to, due to emergency being lifted.

And therein lies the secret of why he gives detailed description of the circumstances and wedding of the parents, Indira Nehru and Feroze Gandhi, pointing out and specifically mentioning that the ceremony might not have been legal or legitimate, at all. Most people would satisfy themselves using a small one word. But Indian culture being unlike that of west, no such words exist in India for children of parents who might not be married to one another, and the concept of such stigma for children is borrowed or imposed via colonial rules of foreign origin over a millennia, as are the small words.
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Thursday, December 10, 2015

Matriarch: Queen Mary and the House of Windsor; by Anne Edwards.




The title is slightly misleading, in calling Queen May a matriarch, and then painstakingly being accurate in how she was first and foremost a devoted loyal monarchist - for, being a queen consort and not a Regina, not born to rule, her being a matriarch is halfway at best, and that limited to how she brought up her children and held power over her brood - which was only by setting example they all looked up to and some tried to aspire to, at best. As the author establishes over and over, she was not very maternal, mothering at best at a distance and certainly not when her brood was young, so much so her first two sons suffered as babies at hands of their then nanny and it went undetected for years, enough to perhaps leave a mark that defined them for ever, until the famous abdication by the elder and the suffering of the second in having to take over.

Matriarch is a title that best fits Queen Victoria of course, clear in her role almost at or soon enough after birth, and a Regina, but one that directed the course of European history with her matchmaking between her brood and other royal houses of Europe, and preferably between cousins so the ties of familial loyalty binded them, which did not always succeed as she wished - since familiarity and familial ties can do just the opposite, but succeeded enough that all royal houses of Europe were and are related closely. That few survived as royal is another story.

Queen May, born Princess Victoria Mary of Teck, was none of that, however close a relative of Queen Victoria and however admiring of royalty, or beloved of her people and her descendents. What she certainly was is the queen that defined the monarchy and the British royal family for future generations, The author repeats over and over how royal, how queenly she always was, far more so than those that were more royal. This is more a trait of character of course, and rarely acquired by mere will, or even due to birth and training. May was born in and brought up in an impecunious family, her father being the son of a morganatic marriage and thereby deprived of the benefits of the Teck and other estate holdings, and so at mercy of the greater royal relative Queen Victoria. If May was as royal as, or more royal in her bearing than, Victoria, this was certainly due to her own persona.

What examples she set have survived a few generations, and only Princess Diana was different in ways that were remarked about, in her keeping her children close and showing affection openly in private and public - and this perhaps is one of the few ways where emulation by example of a beloved and revered ancestor and Queen was not always the best idea. Queen May was uncomfortable with babies although she had six, never was close to them until they were adult if then, and this had a negative effect best not discussed - and it isn't, even in this book, albeit one might be given the impression there was no such taboo. One cannot help being oneself, of course, but bringing up babies is vital and leaving it to care of nannies quite so much can and often enough does have effects not possible to countermand later, and one has to reflect how much superior the joint familes of Asia and other older cultures are in this respect where grandparents and other relatives are not far away sporadic visitors but on hand to spare the young mother and babies of the stress. In this case the grandparents of May's children were Prince and Princess of Wales, later King Edward and Queen Alexandra, usually not far away but limited by European or English tradition of not being everyday presence, and thus not able to detect the hurt to the young princes their grandsons.

So there are comparisons, inevitably brought to mind, with more recent royals, and this is perhaps not an accident or unintended effect but even so much as the very purpose of the book - the repeated references to the beauty of Princess and later Queen Alexandra, her identity as the beauty, her vanity, her attachment to her children and especially to her first and second son, are just a tad too often enough to make one wonder if this is yet another attempt by royals to get the people to not quite love and revere the beloved recent Princess of Wales, Diana.

There is more - there are references often and frequent to various women the princes, and especially those who were Prince of Wales at one time or another, played with - and were loyal to, for years; which does make one wonder, is the reader being subliminally suggested to play the game as the people of England then did, accepting and loving the prince no matter what, and more - since Princess of Wales and later Queen Alexandra played her role as required, is the reader suggested to follow the example of the royal family in censuring Princess Diana for not doing so, and instead attempting to live rather than complying and following the example, to be a decorative living fossil in a palace?

Inevitably also the comparison of Edward eighth and his abdication which his mother disapproved of enough to receive him rarely thereafter, and his wife never, is unmistakable with the present circumstances with question about whether succession should pass directly to Diana's son William who inherits his mother's popularity and looks, or is the reader being again subliminally suggested to adhere to English tradition and approve, indeed love, the erring ex husband of Diana, as Edward was even when he abdicated and only visited rarely as Duke of Windsor?

Whatever the truth of that, and those are not small considerations, one does enjoy reading this, due to the times and the scope of the subject, and in that it disappoints in more than one way. - of the most interesting events and persona there is but fleeting reference on the whole, except as it affected the royal family and England. So the world wars first and second are referred to a bit more than the Russian events, latter more in that the then King of England failed to save his cousins and their children, which is blamed conveniently on Lloyd George, and as for India, the longer references are to the royal visits, while the millions starved due to harvests being taken away for soldiers is not mentioned other than as a quirk of India millions dying of famines, Jalianwala is a passing mention, Gandhi is a nuisance (author might have used another word, or not), and independence of India with the hurried and badly done partition resulting in ten million deaths due to British taking flight in a hurry is not mentioned at all.

One does get copious descriptions of clothes and jewellery worn by various persona royal or otherwise, and there are photographs not as satisfactory as found elsewhere, but then perhaps the book was commissioned for the subliminal purposes and might just do the job, of making people accepting substitutes preferred by husbands - Alice Keppel was, would be the royal diktat, and look at how everyone suffered only because Wallis wasn't, would be another subliminal suggestion.

One comparison not mentioned is inevitable though, of the present queen being a lot more like her grandmother in looks and bearing, albeit more like her mother in other respects.

Friday, September 18, 2015

The Patrician" by John Galsworthy.



Beauty of nature, of England and of London, of humans that appreciate it and take it for granted, live it, and imbibe it in different ways in their own lives and their own psyche - and are coming from different castes socially and economically, brought up with, different sets of circumstances, leading to different values and conclusions about life and people - and their interactions that bring joy and pain to more than those that they encounter.

Pure Galsworthy, all of it.

If there is beauty and love and expectation, as is usual in Galsworthy, there is going to be expectation too, and in this the book falls short only in that it stops halfway compared to what one is led to expect if one read Forsyte Chronicles before this. Which a generic reader is likely to have.

But if one has read more than only the superlative Forsyte Chronicles, one is likely also to have realised that that work was probably a more matured, later achievement, while the other works are all leading up to it. This work is probably half way in that it does not lack finesse, but stops short of courage to bring about a satisfactory resolution to the love thwarted by circumstances. Then again, those were the realities of the day and it is probably a good thing to face how it was, even as times were changing. So some were able to go forth in the Forsyte best fashion while others, like even the majority of Forsyte clan, were not quite that fortunate.

One will recognise the various characters here as earlier sketches of what matures in Forsyte Chronicles, but it is nevertheless wonderful to go through this, and of course, the lyrical portrayal of beauty of nature as the characters live through it, walk in it, is always lovely, and never same.


Monday, August 31, 2015

Big Book Of Malice by Khushwant Singh.


In one place Khushwant Singh seems plaintive in complaining about how his freedom to express his views was impinged upon by Bengal being furious about his very negative views about Bengal in general and their specifically having produced no great geniuses, and even more specifically stating that Tagore's poetry and general literary work was nothing much, nor were other great people of stature from Bengal that Bengalis were so proud of.

This might seem naive on his part, and it would be easy to point out that his right to express his opinion is not curtailed by others' disapproval of it, since they have not lost their right to express their opinions of him when he was accorded by the right by the same constitution.

That would be easy, but naive, since he is not a terrible two toddler even though more often than not his attitude is precisely that of one, including much verbal fondling and exposing of his nether equipment. He has been to not merely the most progressive school begun and sponsored in India by Indians, but also colleges and universities across various nations (that since split in two, and then more parts depending on how one counts them) to study, and then to various other places to lecture and more, all without any merit whatsoever if one is to judge by his writing. He is good at reading, observing, listening and then penning down a summary, by standards more applicable to high school.

In reality the baffled reader at his atrociously bad view of a very talented and prolific people might give it up as a bratty idiot's way of making himself noticed, until one comes across the reasons why
the homeland he had to give up at partition split further into two. And then one realises his posturing is merely copy of attitudes of the worst in the erstwhile homeland where he himself states he and his ilk was ignored and never much part of the general majority who drove them away and massacred millions when the said homeland was designated for faith of the majority.

He and his community of those that had to leave northwest for mainland India at independence due to partition have never given up pining for it, and they have clung to attitudes reflecting those of their lost neighbours no matter how atrocious those attitudes, how racist, perhaps from a perverse loyalty in hope that they might one day be accepted back. That they know this is not likely, and if it were there just might be yet another genocide by the same faith that drove them away, does not deter them in this attitude albeit it makes them silent as to the reasons for the loyalty, and for continuing racism on lines of pak attitudes.

'71 war for independence of Bangladesh was due chiefly to the pak attitudes of racism and denigration of their larger half of nation - larger by populace count - with very frank discriminatory speech that still continues about how the Bengal people are dark, short, unlike the tall and fair and hefty Northwest, and how they are poor and frugal. That the pak leadership was responsible for the poverty is conveniently forgotten - they fleeced the nation and allocated the largest share to Punjab alone, chiefly to capital and to military and a few political leaders, leaving all Bengal then and all the rest then and now in dire poverty - and even post losing half the nation, the same fleecing is applied to other parts of the nation, fleecing of Baluchistan going on since six decades although that part never joined willingly, and of other provinces.

What was worse, and still continues in parts still under occupation by pak military such as Baluchistan and more, was genocide. East Bengal had massacre of three million people of all ages across genders by pak military in the single year of '71 after the cyclones and subsequent famine had claimed a large number already, and this was not all. UN had to open abortion clinics to deal with half a million women of east Bengal raped by pak military, and that was just for vengeance. For use, they had fifty thousand or so women kept chained and naked so they could not escape or drown themselves in any river in the land full of water so much so it is colloquially nicknamed "Jol Baangla" - literally, Water Bengal.

This does not end the list of horrors perpetrated - Dhaka university had a separate genocide perpetrated by the pak military, to finish off a huge number of intelligentsia of Bengal that prides itself on flowering of intellect in every field. Notably, even now the pak attitude is of denigration about Bangladesh expressed in a dismissive "it was only intellectuals, a few of them, who wanted independence". It would be easy to remind them the new nation has been free to rejoin the pak union during the four decades since. Easy, but futile, since they know they are lying to cover up their atrocities.

And Khushwant Singh and his ilk have hearts bleeding for the rapist, massacring brethren of theirs who once did it to their own, before they did it to east Bengal. So their solution is to join in denigrating all Bengal and all geniuses of Bengal. In Khushwant Singh's own favourite imagery, it is a contest of how far can he write his name in sands of his lost homeland.
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There are readable pieces of course, and often information one is unaware of about people one has known a bit about or famous ones in any case. More often it is about denigrating those respected and defending some atrocious person or event or action.

One example that comes to mind is about a very respected film producer and director, Chetan Anand, whom this author knew in college in Lahore and was enamoured much of - he never fails to mention his good looks, his fair complexion, and other qualities he was impressed with. One would already conclude he was in love with Chetan Anand, if it were not for the prolific mention of how he took trouble to watch women as and when he could without being caught, including women whom he would normally not get a look even at the face of such as those from household of Nawab of Bhopal (Pataudi?) as they bathed in a spot they thought was secluded.

Even in the first mention of Chetan Anand he takes care to denigrate him with a careless mention of how he became a producer and never amounted to much. In this he mentions meeting him in Mumbai and abusing him thoroughly in public, before his very young and beautiful inamorata the ethereal Priya Rajvansh, too - which one can be sure he took special delight in doing, for the show rather than for any real feeling of injury at being ignored by the man he had probably cherished unknown to the object of cherishing.

One of course can be very sure he never gave this treatment to anyone from across the northwest border post independence, however atrocious their behaviour, but that is obvious. With them it is a slave-like devotion he exhibits even when they are hanged and deserve it for the genocide if nothing else.

Reality is, Chetan Anand was much respected for his eclectic productions, and for his direction of films, in the few chosen ones he worked with, usually under his own banner. He was not prolific in numbers like his two younger brothers, but his work offers some assurance of not being merely for commerce, and his brothers as his colleagues respected him for it, and quite rightly too. His most famous brother kept some of that quality in his own productions, while the middle one was very good making success of a venture in market. When two of the three worked together, it was gold.

But then, Khushwant Singh was in all probability either jealous or was reacting like a lover rejected in favour of a beautiful woman that Chetan Anand chose instead - quite possible, the latter, too, since his extraordinarily prolific discussions about women and nether parts cross all possible borders of decency and even of disgusting and become tedious to the point of boring, not that different from effect of looking out of a train window around early morning in India in overpopulated parts - perhaps he is merely protesting too much, since his faith in all probability won't allow him to acknowledge the real object of his passion, and the faith of his masters would likely stone him to death after having used him to his satisfaction.
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Monday, June 15, 2015.
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(Re Maneka Gandhi, Younger daughter in law of Indira Gandhi. Khushwant Singh describes her being thrown out of her marital home after she lost her husband and was made to sign away her rights to her husband's share of property as a condition of her being allowed to stay. Most witnesses and friends including Maneka herself exculpate Indira Gandhi of blame, all agreeing that she needed her elder son and he would have been made to leave his mother if Maneka had not been thrown out without a penny.)


Khushwant was as frank in labeling his malice as he was about copious descriptions of his and other people's nether parts, or his watching various women in various stages of undressing, or worse. A good deal of it is simply provoking by a puck, if one is provoked he has victory and if not he is willing to go to lower levels of disgusting.

But honest or real journalist he was not and if he heard would probably say he did not claim it, and was frank he merely gossiped on strength of his familiarity with so called high society. In this too however, he is as circumspect as any social climber, unlike Tavleen Singh who managed to maintain decency and courage and journalistic ethos and more.

When emergency was declared in mid seventies Khushwant Singh couldn't stop praising not only the then newly dictator but also her younger son and his very young wife, Maneka Anand who was a new addition to the Nehru dynasty of Indira Gandhi family. That this praise might render him slightly ridiculous seems to have bothered him far less than a possible incarceration like others of the time who were honest in disapproval of the times and political measures.

In the series of books with malice in titles where various pieces of gossip about society are collected, there is at least one piece about the finale of the chapter of the young couple, Sanjay and Maneka. This was written post Sanjay's death and he was eyewitness to the events as they unfolded around the exit of Maneka from the home of her mother in law where she had arrived as a bride and lived until then.

There are others who wrote or spoke about it. Pupul Jayakar mentions the event in her biography of Indira Gandhi and it is a very open, honest account of the conversation the two friends had. Maneka herself speaks of this and of her married life until then, in a conversation with the ever elegant Simi Garewal. But this account by Khushwant Singh is notable for a flavour missing from other accounts.

By any standard applicable to the situation, this exit of a poor young woman who had been made to sign away any and every right to share of property due to her husband as a condition to her staying in the home with her son, was a despicable act on part of the in-laws. Both Pupul Jayakar and Maneka herself exculpate the mother in law who was fragile with the loss of support of the younger son that was her chief support at family and in politics, and was dependent on the elder son who never wanted politics and had a wife who was supposedly against it all, their friends all either western or high society or both. Indira Gandhi is quoted by Pupul Jayakar as saying, what could she do, she needed her son. Maneka puts the blame squarely on her sole sister in law for having her thrown out of the home where the two women had an equal right morally, traditionally, and in every other way possible.

Khushwant Singh cannot deny any of it, but would rather play it safe, and most people in the situation remain silent as the party did. Not he - he has an extra point to prove, to claim that in spite of sharing a communal tie and of his having specialised as an academic by translating religious texts of his faith, he was not exactly on side of the young woman thrown out penniless from her marital home.

So he resorts to gossipy account of how she did not go quietly, how she let loose verbally and insisted on having dinner before leaving. All to indicate that she was not pathetic but a fighter, and to perhaps allow a reader to speculate that her character was unpleasant and was responsible for her losing family, rights to property, et al. Total bs of course.

One wonders if he needed to cover up so strenuously only because he was of the same community that Maneka belonged to, or was he afraid he would be targeted by the elder sister in law and mafia to boot, or was it worse? Who knows.

It is always easy to blame a victim, especially a young widow who has signed away her rights to share of wealth, and has a small son to bring up to boot. She is expected to beg and placate others, with the one in power at marital home in position of making her a social outcast.

One expects better of those supposedly brought up in high society with a decent education, however. In this respect as probably in all others the three women - Pupul Jayakar, Simi Garewal and Tavleen Singh - fare far above.

Perhaps courage is a feminine virtue after all. .....................................................................................................

Wednesday, June 24, 2015.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Society, Gossip, Khushwant Singh, Malice, Et Al



Khushwant was as frank in labeling his malice as he was about copious descriptions of his and other people's nether parts, or his watching various women in various stages of undressing, or worse. A good deal of it is simply provoking by a puck, if one is provoked he has victory and if not he is willing to go to lower levels of disgusting.

But honest or real journalist he was not and if he heard would probably say he did not claim it, and was frank he merely gossiped on strength of his familiarity with so called high society. In this too however, he is as circumspect as any social climber, unlike Tavleen Singh who managed to maintain decency and courage and journalistic ethos and more.

When emergency was declared in mid seventies Khushwant Singh couldn't stop praising not only the then newly dictator but also her younger son and his very young wife, Maneka Anand who was a new addition to the Nehru dynasty of Indira Gandhi family. That this praise might render him slightly ridiculous seems to have bothered him far less than a possible incarceration like others of the time who were honest in disapproval of the times and political measures.

In the series of books with malice in titles where various pieces of gossip about society are collected, there is at least one piece about the finale of the chapter of the young couple, Sanjay and Maneka. This was written post Sanjay's death and he was eyewitness to the events as they unfolded around the exit of Maneka from the home of her mother in law where she had arrived as a bride and lived until then.

There are others who wrote or spoke about it. Pupul Jayakar mentions the event in her biography of Indira Gandhi and it is a very open, honest account of the conversation the two friends had. Maneka herself speaks of this and of her married life until then, in a conversation with the ever elegant Simi Garewal. But this account by Khushwant Singh is notable for a flavour missing from other accounts.

By any standard applicable to the situation, this exit of a poor young woman who had been made to sign away any and every right to share of property due to her husband as a condition to her staying in the home with her son, was a despicable act on part of the in-laws. Both Pupul Jayakar and Maneka herself exculpate the mother in law who was fragile with the loss of support of the younger son that was her chief support at family and in politics, and was dependent on the elder son who never wanted politics and had a wife who was supposedly against it all, their friends all either western or high society or both. Indira Gandhi is quoted by Pupul Jayakar as saying, what could she do, she needed her son. Maneka puts the blame squarely on her sole sister in law for having her thrown out of the home where the two women had an equal right morally, traditionally, and in every other way possible.

Khushwant Singh cannot deny any of it, but would rather play it safe, and most people in the situation remain silent as the party did. Not he - he has an extra point to prove, to claim that in spite of sharing a communal tie and of his having specialised as an academic by translating religious texts of his faith, he was not exactly on side of the young woman thrown out penniless from her marital home.

So he resorts to gossipy account of how she did not go quietly, how she let loose verbally and insisted on having dinner before leaving. All to indicate that she was not pathetic but a fighter, and to perhaps
allow a reader to speculate that her character was unpleasant and was responsible for her losing family, rights to property, et al. Total bs of course.

One wonders if he needed to cover up so strenuously only because he was of the same community that Maneka belonged to, or was he afraid he would be targeted by the elder sister in law and mafia to boot, or was it worse? Who knows.

It is always easy to blame a victim, especially a young widow who has signed away her rights to share of wealth, and has a small son to bring up to boot. She is expected to beg and placate others, with the one in power at marital home in position of making her a social outcast.

One expects better of those supposedly brought up in high society with a decent education, however. In this respect as probably in all others the three women - Pupul Jayakar, Simi Garewal and Tavleen Singh - fare far above.

Perhaps courage is a feminine virtue after all.


Monday, June 15, 2015

Khushwant Singh's Big Book of Malice; by Khushwant Singh.



In one place Khushwant Singh seems plaintive in complaining about how his freedom to express his views was impinged upon by Bengal being furious about his very negative views about Bengal in general and their specifically having produced no great geniuses, and even more specifically stating that Tagore's poetry and general literary work was nothing much, nor were other great people of stature from Bengal that Bengalis were so proud of.

This might seem naive on his part, and it would be easy to point out that his right to express his opinion is not curtailed by others' disapproval of it, since they have not lost their right to express their opinions of him when he was accorded by the right by the same constitution.

That would be easy, but naive, since he is not a terrible two toddler even though more often than not his attitude is precisely that of one, including much verbal fondling and exposing of his nether equipment. He has been to not merely the most progressive school begun and sponsored in India by Indians, but also colleges and universities across various nations (that since split in two, and then more parts depending on how one counts them) to study, and then to various other places to lecture and more, all without any merit whatsoever if one is to judge by his writing. He is good at reading, observing, listening and then penning down a summary, by standards more applicable to high school.

In reality the baffled reader at his atrociously bad view of a very talented and prolific people might give it up as a bratty idiot's way of making himself noticed, until one comes across the reasons why
the homeland he had to give up at partition split further into two. And then one realises his posturing is merely copy of attitudes of the worst in the erstwhile homeland where he himself states he and his ilk was ignored and never much part of the general majority who drove them away and massacred millions when the said homeland was designated for faith of the majority.

He and his community of those that had to leave northwest for mainland India at independence due to partition have never given up pining for it, and they have clung to attitudes reflecting those of their lost neighbours no matter how atrocious those attitudes, how racist, perhaps from a perverse loyalty in hope that they might one day be accepted back. That they know this is not likely, and if it were there just might be yet another genocide by the same faith that drove them away, does not deter them in this attitude albeit it makes them silent as to the reasons for the loyalty, and for continuing racism on lines of pak attitudes.

'71 war for independence of Bangladesh was due chiefly to the pak attitudes of racism and denigration of their larger half of nation - larger by populace count - with very frank discriminatory speech that still continues about how the Bengal people are dark, short, unlike the tall and fair and hefty Northwest, and how they are poor and frugal. That the pak leadership was responsible for the poverty is conveniently forgotten - they fleeced the nation and allocated the largest share to Punjab alone, chiefly to capital and to military and a few political leaders, leaving all Bengal then and all the rest then and now in dire poverty - and even post losing half the nation, the same fleecing is applied to other parts of the nation, fleecing of Baluchistan going on since six decades although that part never joined willingly, and of other provinces.

What was worse, and still continues in parts still under occupation by pak military such as Baluchistan and more, was genocide. East Bengal had massacre of three million people of all ages across genders by pak military in the single year of '71 after the cyclones and subsequent famine had claimed a large number already, and this was not all. UN had to open abortion clinics to deal with half a million women of east Bengal raped by pak military, and that was just for vengeance. For use, they had fifty thousand or so women kept chained and naked so they could not escape or drown themselves in any river in the land full of water so much so it is colloquially nicknamed "Jol Baangla" - literally, Water Bengal.

This does not end the list of horrors perpetrated - Dhaka university had a separate genocide perpetrated by the pak military, to finish off a huge number of intelligentsia of Bengal that prides itself on flowering of intellect in every field. Notably, even now the pak attitude is of denigration about Bangladesh expressed in a dismissive "it was only intellectuals, a few of them, who wanted independence". It would be easy to remind them the new nation has been free to rejoin the pak union during the four decades since. Easy, but futile, since they know they are lying to cover up their atrocities.

And Khushwant Singh and his ilk have hearts bleeding for the rapist, massacring brethren of theirs who once did it to their own, before they did it to east Bengal. So their solution is to join in denigrating all Bengal and all geniuses of Bengal. In Khushwant Singh's own favourite imagery, it is a contest of how far can he write his name in sands of his lost homeland.
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There are readable pieces of course, and often information one is unaware of about people one has known a bit about or famous ones in any case. More often it is about denigrating those respected and defending some atrocious person or event or action.

One example that comes to mind is about a very respected film producer and director, Chetan Anand, whom this author knew in college in Lahore and was enamoured much of - he never fails to mention his good looks, his fair complexion, and other qualities he was impressed with. One would already conclude he was in love with Chetan Anand, if it were not for the prolific mention of how he took trouble to watch women as and when he could without being caught, including women whom he would normally not get a look even at the face of such as those from household of Nawab of Bhopal (Pataudi?) as they bathed in a spot they thought was secluded.

Even in the first mention of Chetan Anand he takes care to denigrate him with a careless mention of how he became a producer and never amounted to much. In this he mentions meeting him in Mumbai and abusing him thoroughly in public, before his very young and beautiful inamorata the ethereal Priya Rajvansh, too - which one can be sure he took special delight in doing, for the show rather than for any real feeling of injury at being ignored by the man he had probably cherished unknown to the object of cherishing.

One of course can be very sure he never gave this treatment to anyone from across the northwest border post independence, however atrocious their behaviour, but that is obvious. With them it is a slave-like devotion he exhibits even when they are hanged and deserve it for the genocide if nothing else.

Reality is, Chetan Anand was much respected for his eclectic productions, and for his direction of films, in the few chosen ones he worked with, usually under his own banner. He was not prolific in numbers like his two younger brothers, but his work offers some assurance of not being merely for commerce, and his brothers as his colleagues respected him for it, and quite rightly too. His most famous brother kept some of that quality in his own productions, while the middle one was very good making success of a venture in market. When two of the three worked together, it was gold.

But then, Khushwant Singh was in all probability either jealous or was reacting like a lover rejected in favour of a beautiful woman that Chetan Anand chose instead - quite possible, the latter, too, since his extraordinarily prolific discussions about women and nether parts cross all possible borders of decency and even of disgusting and become tedious to the point of boring, not that different from effect of looking out of a train window around early morning in India in overpopulated parts - perhaps he is merely protesting too much, since his faith in all probability won't allow him to acknowledge the real object of his passion, and the faith of his masters would likely stone him to death after having used him to his satisfaction.
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Monday, June 15, 2015.
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(Re Maneka Gandhi, Younger daughter in law of Indira Gandhi. Khushwant Singh describes her being thrown out of her marital home after she lost her husband and was made to sign away her rights to her husband's share of property as a condition of her being allowed to stay. Most witnesses and friends including Maneka herself exculpate Indira Gandhi of blame, all agreeing that she needed her elder son and he would have been made to leave his mother if Maneka had not been thrown out without a penny.)


Khushwant was as frank in labeling his malice as he was about copious descriptions of his and other people's nether parts, or his watching various women in various stages of undressing, or worse. A good deal of it is simply provoking by a puck, if one is provoked he has victory and if not he is willing to go to lower levels of disgusting.

But honest or real journalist he was not and if he heard would probably say he did not claim it, and was frank he merely gossiped on strength of his familiarity with so called high society. In this too however, he is as circumspect as any social climber, unlike Tavleen Singh who managed to maintain decency and courage and journalistic ethos and more.

When emergency was declared in mid seventies Khushwant Singh couldn't stop praising not only the then newly dictator but also her younger son and his very young wife, Maneka Anand who was a new addition to the Nehru dynasty of Indira Gandhi family. That this praise might render him slightly ridiculous seems to have bothered him far less than a possible incarceration like others of the time who were honest in disapproval of the times and political measures.

In the series of books with malice in titles where various pieces of gossip about society are collected, there is at least one piece about the finale of the chapter of the young couple, Sanjay and Maneka. This was written post Sanjay's death and he was eyewitness to the events as they unfolded around the exit of Maneka from the home of her mother in law where she had arrived as a bride and lived until then.

There are others who wrote or spoke about it. Pupul Jayakar mentions the event in her biography of Indira Gandhi and it is a very open, honest account of the conversation the two friends had. Maneka herself speaks of this and of her married life until then, in a conversation with the ever elegant Simi Garewal. But this account by Khushwant Singh is notable for a flavour missing from other accounts.

By any standard applicable to the situation, this exit of a poor young woman who had been made to sign away any and every right to share of property due to her husband as a condition to her staying in the home with her son, was a despicable act on part of the in-laws. Both Pupul Jayakar and Maneka herself exculpate the mother in law who was fragile with the loss of support of the younger son that was her chief support at family and in politics, and was dependent on the elder son who never wanted politics and had a wife who was supposedly against it all, their friends all either western or high society or both. Indira Gandhi is quoted by Pupul Jayakar as saying, what could she do, she needed her son. Maneka puts the blame squarely on her sole sister in law for having her thrown out of the home where the two women had an equal right morally, traditionally, and in every other way possible.

Khushwant Singh cannot deny any of it, but would rather play it safe, and most people in the situation remain silent as the party did. Not he - he has an extra point to prove, to claim that in spite of sharing a communal tie and of his having specialised as an academic by translating religious texts of his faith, he was not exactly on side of the young woman thrown out penniless from her marital home.

So he resorts to gossipy account of how she did not go quietly, how she let loose verbally and insisted on having dinner before leaving. All to indicate that she was not pathetic but a fighter, and to perhaps allow a reader to speculate that her character was unpleasant and was responsible for her losing family, rights to property, et al. Total bs of course.

One wonders if he needed to cover up so strenuously only because he was of the same community that Maneka belonged to, or was he afraid he would be targeted by the elder sister in law and mafia to boot, or was it worse? Who knows.

It is always easy to blame a victim, especially a young widow who has signed away her rights to share of wealth, and has a small son to bring up to boot. She is expected to beg and placate others, with the one in power at marital home in position of making her a social outcast.

One expects better of those supposedly brought up in high society with a decent education, however. In this respect as probably in all others the three women - Pupul Jayakar, Simi Garewal and Tavleen Singh - fare far above.

Perhaps courage is a feminine virtue after all. .....................................................................................................

Wednesday, June 24, 2015.
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

More Malicious Gossip: by Khushwant Singh.



More of the same, in more than one way, as the Malicious Gossip before this, with some new parts. There is a part with description of places and there are reviews in another one.

Khushwant reviews Nirad Chaudhary's book in one piece, for example, abusing Hinduism and India generally, with a lazy glee. Lazy because he gives excerpts and little if anything else. Glee is obvious in how very copiously he quotes the abusive, negative, and so forth.

Both of these guys being completely ignorant of their nation of origin, and dismissive of most of anything not taught in their curriculum designed by Macaulay's program to manufacture brown sahibs that would smash India to bits without Brits having to do it, pretty much like the Madras corps used to defeat Indian freedom fighters and Indian soldiers and policemen to subdue Asia so that pretty much all Asia hated Indians, this piece offers anything new only in that these two should be quite so thoroughly ignorant of nation of their origin and culture thereof, but then again this simply means that the two of them either ignored their own roots or disparaged them at heart, preferring to follow the paleface (as natives of another continent called them) invaders. Most Indian know better.

One clue to this author is in another piece where he describes Syria generally and Damascus to begin with. He takes care to point at the locals looking very like Europeans, being quite specific about their golden hair and light skins and so forth. This is very typical of his own origin of deep in region now in Pakistan and bringing up surrounded mostly by Muslim local neighbours, which inculcated values in him more of Muslim than Indian original culture.

Still, there are some interesting bits, from his sheer accessibility to hoi polloi, not because they are interesting by themselves or their inaccessibility makes them so, but because often connections emerge that one was unaware of.

And more than anything else these pieces are strong evidence of how women are maligned generally for no reason other than that they are women and convenient to attack - this guy gossips, and how!