I AND MY WORDS

Lord Ayappan Swamy's Temple in Sabarimala (Courtesy - Sabarimala Temple) With the ongoing brouhaha over the entry of women into lord Ayappan Swamy's temple in Sabarimala, Kerala, one can only see how the Supreme Court of India has repeatedly reinforced what can only be called an apartheid regime concerning the Hindu majority of India. Temple control has been a very touchy topic for many Hindus, and state administrations have usurped control of most temples across India, and the traditions involved with the traditions are being trampled upon with little consideration repeatedly by governments pretending to be secular or by hordes of deracinated judicial officers who have zero understanding of tradition and of the concept of sacred, since the Commonwealth civil law that is applicable in our country is deeply rooted in Judeo-Christian traditions, and wrongly perceives the relation of the temple and the state to be same as the Church and the state. Such is the deracination

In March of 2014, an incident had taken place in Meerut, Uttar Pradesh, that had made a huge splash across newspapers. A bunch of Kashmiri Muslim students were 'suspended' and 'charged for sedition' because they deliberately cheered Pakistan's victory. They raised pro-Pakistan slogans and had deliberately provoked other students into a brawl. Much sympathy was splashed across the media by our eminent journalists on how students need to be counseled and such harsh measures were unnecessary. Cut to 2016, and we are witnessing a case beyond proportions. Only the scales have tilted. A bunch of Kashmiri students in Srinagar deliberately provoked non-Kashmiri students after a cricket match that India lost. The offended students decided to take a peaceful march out in response carrying the Indian tricolor. What has happened since is a matter of utmost concern. Kanhaiyya Kumar dominating headlines for the utter garbage that he keeps speaking, and the conspiracy of s

मोहे नैनन प्यास बुझायो रे तू बरसाना रंग आयो रे तेरे श्याम रंग से धुला आकास मुझे हरि रंग नहलायो रे तेरे प्रेम की आस में भटक रही बन कान्हा पग पग बिलक रही तू मिलन भक्त से आयो रे मुझे हरि रंग नहलायो रे हैं पीत वस्त्र और मोर मुकुट नथ में कुण्डल तू डारियो रे कर में कंकण सोने के झलक कस्तूरी तिलक तू धारयो रे कुण्डल मोती और केश घने अंखियन जोति और ब्रह्मतेज बेणु तू मुख से लगायो रे मुझे हरि रंग नहलायो रे बाजे ताशे और ढोल मृदंग पखवाज की लय, मचे हुड़दंग टोली बृंदावनी आयो रे मुझे हरि रंग नहलायो रे है अमिट प्रीत, अनंत प्रसंग राधा-रमणा हो हरि का रंग मुझ गोपी को तू सतायो रे मुझे हरि रंग नहलायो रे बरसे हैं पुष्प के अनंत रंग स्वर्णिम श्याम, जमुना तरंग धीमी गति बह वो देख प्रसंग कजरी नैना में समायो रे गोकुल संग न रही अब सुध बुद्ग और रास रचाय वो मंत्रमुग्ध जन्मों की प्यास बुझायो रे मुझे हरि रंग नहलायो रे

courtesy: WIkimedia Commons   उत्तरं यत्समुद्रस्य हिमाद्रेश्चैव दक्षिणम् । वर्षं तद् भारतं नाम भारती यत्र संततिः ।। "The country (varṣam) that lies north of the ocean and south of the snowy mountains is called Bhāratam; there dwell the descendants of Bharata." —Vishnu Purana A lot of energy has been expended of late to understand what nationalism means to various people. The problem however has been addressed in a narrow, restricted manner. The definitions employed in the whole debate thus far are of a western construct. As Rabindranath Tagore wonderfully explained it in his pamphlet Nationalism, the construct used rests entirely on a concept of nation that is dominated by economy and polity only. It is a social contract amongst people based on these two pillars, and is validated by the principle of symbols representing this contract. Much of these contracts are a result of reactionary movements that seek to react to the actions of the Church that has long interfe

Two steps have been taken One more to take Bringing down the empire There lies the big stake Hints are strewn across the board What the next step may be Few clues come up repeatedly Discerned those who be Will the leader's scribbles come alive Will it cause mayhem Will it reveal the Moriarty That controls the white piece? Will it be the King's checkmate That shall be the downfall The players and pawns get exposed Will the empire's fractures come to fore? Will it be the scribe's musings Which shall swallow its creators And draw them in a maelstrom That sucks in like a blackhole? The answer is in the hands of the player Sitting quietly on the other side Stay, observe, chat, pray tell me What the next move could be

Kandhariya Mahadev Temple at Khajuraho - Little Known Wonder Within India (Rohit Pathania (c)) I am writing this post because I found people I respect immensely being offended by s video that I had shared wherein Jawaharlal Nehru University and its social sciences department, among others, was being joked about. If anyone was offended by the video, I apologize; the intentions were not to hurt anyone. It was shared in good humour. However, that has made me wonder why I have problems with India's social sciences and the way it is studied and taught in India. It has nothing to do with teachers that I necessarily encountered; rather, my problems are related to what I never got to encounter, know and interact with. Let me quote some examples on the same from the history lessons that I can recall immediately to assert my case. It is not an exhaustive list but only a small sample, and I encourage readers to go further on their own. The subject of history has grave necessity for any

The tyranny of distance is an easy excuse that editors based out of metropolitan cities cite when asked why they neglect the North Eastern states. Fact of the matter is that they are not willing to learn and understand a region that has a rich history, a rich cultural heritage and a complex socio-political structure. With its rich human resource base, the North East contributes to a significant chunk of the service sector work force in the rest of mainland India; however, within the North-East, they fail to secure economic opportunities unless it is a government job for which they bribe through their noses or join an insurgent group that is an extortion gang in reality. This is a layer of a complex problem with many more layers in a state that is recognized either by its atheletes like M C Mary Kom, The Devendro brother-sister duo, or only by that state at the corner with an exotic dance and a terrible insurgency form. When one picks up the book "Mother, Where's My Countr