BE FREE TO QUESTION INDIA’S IMPERFECTIONS

Laila Tyabji:

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laila_Tyabji)

New Delhi 26 Nov 15 | 06:20 PM  

Never in my 68 years have I thought for even a millisecond of living anywhere else except India. Not even when, in the wake of the Ayodhya agitation, I received a stream of poisonous hate mails and a packet of turds (in a mithai box!!) I love the multi-layered multiplicity of India, its synergies & paradoxes, its many diverging & converging cultural streams, its colour & chaos, the hit-and-miss jugaad of past and present, malls and mandirs, East and West; its unexpected but inherent certainties.... In any case, good or bad, it is MY country.

So it feels strange to be told, when I critically question any aspect, that I should go live somewhere else - Pakistan for instance. I am utterly amazed that Aamir Khan's confession of momentary vulnerability should be termed a "moral offence" by no less a person than MJ Akbar! I used to so admire the reasoned clarity of his writing.

I have always over-used adjectives. My English teacher would red-pencil an acerbic commentary. A rebuke I secretly courted was "oxymoron". I loved its sound as well as its meaning - two adjectives contradicting each other.

These days I am being turned into an oxymoron myself! "Indian Muslim" is an identity increasingly open to suspicion by self-proclaimed 'patriots'; one's own patriotism needing constant justification plus a certificate that one doesn't eat beef or critique the nation.

That a well-known Sadhvi can dub Shahrukh Khan a Pakistani agent and not be arrested for libel, instead accruing a trail of approving social media comments, or the Culture Minister awards A P J Abdul Kalam the accolade of being a good man "despite being a Muslim", is not exactly a comfortable feeling. That someone can be lynched to death for having meat in his fridge is even more eerie.

I love India and intend to live & die here, but I also want to be able to freely question its imperfections. Just as I have the freedom to say that Islam has been hijacked by a gang of demonic and utterly vile hoodlums and that the rest of us Muslims seem helpless to combat this evil. One's religion should have absolutely nothing to do with freedom of speech. Nor should 'tolerance' play a part in this equation.

'Intolerance' is a horrible word, even more horrible in practice. But 'tolerance' is only marginally better. I don't want to be 'tolerated' in condescending, rather grudging acceptance - as if I (and other minorities) were something not very nice that won't go away! I want my being here to be taken for granted. I feel an integral part of this nation, and I want everyone else to think so too. 'Tolerance' implies you can just about exist as long as you don't step out of line. An attitude typified by the Haryana Chief Minister's comment that Muslims can stay in India as long as they don't eat beef! I think we need to do better for our minorities, be they Muslims, Christians, Dalits, transsexuals, tribal, women in mini-skirts, people with same-sex partners, artists flying fanciful Styrofoam cows in the sky. None of us want to be 'tolerated'. We want to be ourselves. It's not a favour - its our constitutional right.

It's not that prejudice didn't exist before. Even in the sanitised bastions where Chetan Bhagat claims we phoney liberals are bred - boarding school, an English-speaking upper middle-class home, life as a design professional in Delhi, my work with craftspeople and DASTKAR, there was the occasional blip - landlords reluctant to rent one a barsati, overheard jokes about the violence, randy attitude, and breeding capacity of Muslims, the aforesaid box of turds.... These occasional infelicities were counterbalanced by great warmth and acceptance by most. These days, such crude generalisations, generally born of ignorance, seem to have hardened into a dividing of lines. An 'us' and 'them', escalating into violence as well as words - and given full licence. A tacit assumption that being a minority means being acquiescent and silent. There are new social media fatwas – young school kids sending chain WhatsApp messages urging their friends to boycott Shahrukh Khan films because he's a "Bad Man"; a lakh offered to slap Aamir Khan. Urdu writers being whitewashed from the curriculum.

In 1947, my father, then a serving member of the ICS, wrote in a letter to my grandfather:

“You will I am sure not be surprised to hear that I have elected to remain in India (Hindustan) & not to go over to Pakistan. I am absolutely opposed to the Muslim League ideology & mentality & it would have been a gross betrayal of all my ideals & hopes if I threw them over for the tempting posts that they are offering to Muslim officers who propose to get themselves transferred there."

My father later told me that one of his abiding sadness was how few of his Hindu colleagues understood why he didn't opt for Pakistan - a country supposedly made for Muslims. For him, and the rest of our extended family, it was inconceivable they exchange the eclectic vibrance of India for the claustrophobia of an Islamic state.

68 years later, it still seems difficult for many to understand that, Christians or Muslims. Aamir Khan or an Aam Admi, most of us are just thoroughly ordinary Indians, seeking happiness, sanity and security like everyone else, while retaining our own voice. Why can't we all simply 'adjust' to each other and the cultural baggage we each carry - just as we do in our over-crowded trains and buses; amicably negotiating awkward tin trunks, crying babies, and strangely wrapped parcels; miraculously bonding over our tiffins.

And yes –

All you Trolls, please stop twittering every time we try to course-correct India - it's ours as well.