Saturday, August 18, 2012

                                            Islam and civilization

What constitutes Islam? The question assumes extraordinary significance in view of the daily news stories with war, insurgency,human misery and violence around the world with active involvement of Islamic groups or countries. It is not surprising that many of us believe that the cultures of Islamic countries are backward and Islam as  the last revealed religion in the world is conservative and often as violent and extremist.
Against this background, it has never been more timely to explore the extent to which western cultural and scientific thought is indebted to the the works of Arab and Islamic thinkers a thousand years ago.
Maybe, it is one of the drawbacks of Euro-centric education system in which the contributions of non-European and particularly Arab and Islamic world are systematically pushed to the margin or totally obliterated.

 By the way the Indian contribution to science is Zero( Pun intended).

We all are familiar with Aristotle and his contributions in various branches of human knowledge. But how many of us  know about Avicena? I am sure very few. In fact I came across this name in a historical fiction by Ken Follet(The Pillars Of The Earth). Since than I have dug as much information as possible about this polymath. Avicena was born in 980 AD and is famous as the greatest physician of the middle ages.His canon of medicine remained as standard medical text across Europe till 17th Century. But his fame does not end there. He is one of the greatest Islamic philosophers and his treaties on philosophy still stands as a pinnacle of medieval philosophy.

Another Islamic Polymath was Abu Rayhan al-Biruni. He was a philosopher,mathematician and astronomer and is considered as the father of Geology and Anthropology. Yet he is hardly known here.
The word Algebra is also Islamic in origin. However, I fail to recall the name of the mathematician and his book after which the name came into being.

We all remember Copernicus for his helio- centric model of our solar system. But it was Ibn al-Shatir( Ibn Qurra) who conceived the idea  of a helio-centric model about three centuries before Copernicus. But tragically no science textbook or book on the history of science has  ever mentioned him.

We are reliably informed that Newton is the father of Optics. But in fact Newton has always mounted the Giant who lived 700 hundred years before him. He is the Iraqi Ibn al-Haytham and is famous for his treaties on the refraction and composition of light and they are considered as seminal on the subject.

Another Iraqi Al-Jahith developed rudimentary theory of natural selection much before Darwin. That was in 9th century. His book entitled 'Book Of Animals 'speculates on how environmental factors can affect the characteristics of species forcing them for adaptation and thereby passing on those traits to future generations.

Bagdad was a seat of learning of Islamic world. It has no parallel. The city was created by the Caliph Ma'mun who was known for his unquenchable thirst for knowledge. But we can roll out the names harem-keeping Caliphs whose indulgence in carnal pleasure became synonymous with the whole Islamic culture.

Many argue that novel as a narrative form began in the Arab world. To my mind Shahrzad is the greatest story teller( Arabian Nights). Her character is shrouded with the elements of fiction though. Recently when I finished reading 'Akhenaten' by the Egyptian writer Naguib Mahfouz, I kept marveling at the art of his story telling. The novel reinforces the idea of Einstein that when there are many observers,there is bound to be many observations. Elite academics talk about Delilo's book 'The White Noise'. They will do well to read 'Akhenaten' which is much more postmodern than 'The White Noise'.

The list will go on.

When I see bearded men with piercing eyes wearing shorter-than-normal pajama and longer-than-normal kurta(never happen to be the articles of faith), happy with abandon in issuing fatwas, I pity them.

With equal passion I laugh at them who, wearing the dress in vogue,  decry Islam as the most backward of all religions.

I wish they both had revisited the glorious age of Islamic culture and civilization.

I hope my wish is being fulfilled.


Friday, July 13, 2012


Spectacle and Media saturation




There has been a growing realization within me that to be human is to live amid images where medium is the message. There has been a general proclivity for presenting everything as a spectacle.
Well! your guess is right. I am about to write about the molestation issue involving a young drunken girl -the incident that has been giving many of us a voyeuristic pleasure.

But let me address this issue of 'spectacle' on a positive note.

When the well known Italian writer Italo Calvino remarked that Galileo is the greatest writer in Italian literature, it raised many an eyebrow. It is basically because Calvino rated Galileo over Dante and we are always under the impression that Galileo was a scientist. Even Leopardi( another great Italian writer), according to Calvino owes much to Galileo. But why Galileo? According to Calvino while describing the moon Galileo did not use language as a 'neutral utensil'. He used the language 'with a continuous commitment that is expressive,imaginative,and even lyrical'. Calvino further writes:'It is first time that the moon becomes a real object for mankind'(The Literature Machine by Italo Calvino).
In other words the moon became a real spectacle for us and both weak and strong anthropic principle
played with it. 


The issue of the molestation of a young and inebriated girl now has become a real spectacle for us. For this, of course, we have no Galileo to thank. Thanks be to the our (Visual)medias for making the whole issue a real spectacle. We are arguing till the cows are coming home as to whether it was really incumbent upon the medias to dish it out for public consumption in such graphic details. whereas the real culprit is still at large( somebody has told me that he played the role of a police inspector in a TV serial).
The issue at hand , I think, cannot be looked at in an isolated manner. It is inextricably bound up with the culture of media saturation wherein a  subject( often manufactured),right from sperm donor to a raped girl,must be ever-present to quench the thirst of voyeuristic audience.


Now you must be wondering what Galileo or Calvino  does have to do with this?


 What is the relation between the monkey, who with its prehensile tail ,before thousands of years jumped from one tree to another and the Cambridge scientist Hawking who proclaims that the moment we know why we are here, we will know the mind of God.

My dear friends the relation is those 'thousand of years'.

Friday, April 27, 2012

A REAL JEWEL

There are many masters;but none is as masterly as he is! Yes, I am talking about Sachin Tendulkar. While making that statement, I am fully aware that cricket chauvinism runs across two axes, those of nation and generation(An Anthropologist among the Marxists by Ramachandra Guha).

Even his adversaries acknowledge his genius. Sometimes as openly as Shane Warne who wanted Tendulkar to sign on his T shirt.Cricket historians are unanimous that in living memory only Vivian Richards and Graeme Pollock have dominated the best bowlers in the world. Sachin Tendulkar is still doing that and he knows that if he fails, his side generally fails too. His impressive strike rate and overall mind-blowing statistics speak for themselves and it is certain that no cricketer in our life time can scale the heights that Tendulkar has perched himself on.

Aside from his cricketing genius what strikes me most about Sachin Tendulkar is his humility. It is worth our while to observe how he conducts himself off the field. He is among the few cricketers who is free from any controversy whatsoever.His stoicism and modesty are rare in an age of commodity fetishism

Man is a goal setting animal-said Chinua Achebe(Hopes and Impediments). Tendulkar has set his goal and has pursued it with dogged determination. By reasons of these two distinguishing features of his personality, I believe he can be an ideal icon, worthy of emulation and veneration for the young generations.

Many intellectuals in our state vehemently oppose the idea of conferring the highest civilian award-Bharat Ratna to Tendulkar. I have no idea who to their mind in the contemporary all pervasive  miasma of despair  can be a fit candidate for the award. Be it from the fields of politics or social work or art and literature.They seem to find themselves still under the shadow of Hazlittian statement that a chess player cannot be a great man as he leaves the world as he he found it. But Tendulkar is a real game changer.Is it not a fact that cricket is bound up with nationalism in our country? Cannot we see how the whole nation is galvanized when we are up against our next door'arch rival'? Tendulkar is a cohesive force that binds our nation together.

If my nine year old son asks me who can be his role model now: my answer without hesitation is Sachin Tendulkar.

He just deserves the award.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Exercises In Style

POETIC



She arrives with the Sun wrapping the sky around her. White feathery clouds here and there.
I too arrive when the earth glows loudly.
Our eyes meet.
Dusts float about our gaze.


PROSAIC

She comes very early in the morning. She wears a blue Saree. It reveals as much as it hides.
I come late.
I look at her and she looks at me.
It is dusty all around.


RETROGRADE


Dusts float about our gaze as we look at each other.
I come late while she comes very early.
She wears a blue Saree. It reveals as much as it hides.

METAPHORIC


My love blows in with the light. An expansive blue encircles her. Soft milky white punctuates the blue here and there.
I glide with the Sun on my head.
Glances meet amid smoky dust.

COLOURFUL


Rosy cheeks, aglow with the Sun,comes in oceanic blue. Milky white dots the blue here and there.
The earth blazes as I come.
Blue and red pupils blend
with grey dust.


A PLAY IN ONE ACT

(ACT ONE ,SCENE ONE)

As the curtain rolls up,the white screen at the background glows with golden hue.
The girl enters the stage in a blue Saree.Lights focus on her accentuating her curves.
I enter from the other wings. The light on the screen becomes pronounced and spreads wide. All lights on.
She looks at me and I look at her. A cloud of smoke engulfs the stage.
The curtain falls.


SURPRISE

As the Sun comes up, the girls arrives. She wears a blue Saree. It hides as much as it reveals. By mid morning the boy arrives. They exchange glances. Dusts float about their gaze.
In fact the boy is me!

SCIENTIFIC


A primate(Female) appears with cosmic precision. Body colour marine with leuko(?) +++ in midriff.
I too a primate(Male. Both belong to Homo Sapiens) appear. Helios @ 90 degree.
Our vision 6/6. Collide. Suspended Particular Matter(Both positively and negatively charged). Hazy. Ocular disturbance.


Inspired by Raymond Queneau


Monday, February 27, 2012

Universal Gullibility

' So when we decide to explore human stupidity, we are some how paying tribute to this creature who is part genius,part fool' This Is Not The End Of The Book- A book of conversation between Jean-Claude Carriere and Umberto Eco curated by Jean-Philippe de Tonnac.

Umberto Eco's latest novel 'The Prague Cemetery' is a wonderfully readable narrative where history and fiction blend seamlessly leaving reader agape at the inspired twisting of fact and fiction that incapacitates him to locate where history begins and fictions ends.

It is worth our while to recall that Eco is among the few academics who is capable of coming out of the cloistered class room and strike a chord with lay readers in the role of a virtuoso storyteller. And as we know a great story teller always portrays himself in his characters, Eco claims that all the characters in ' The Prague Cemetery' are real historical figures save the narrator whose identity is shrouded with mystery-sometimes posing as a split personality contradicting himself( Do I contradict myself? yes I contradict myself because I contain multitude). We have every reason to believe that it is none other than Eco himself who is all set (re)construct seemingly non-existent conspiracy theory that dates back to the time of Barruel or maybe before.

While reading 'The Prague Cemetery', I came across the following statement made by a character that made me reflect deeply as the statement rings a bell and assumes extraordinary significance in the context of the trajectory of human evolution from Homo Riligiosus to Homo Economicus. The statement is :' Man's principal trait is readiness to believe anything.Otherwise , how could the Church have survived for almost two thousand years in the absence of universal gullibility?'

The birth of Christ as we understand by 'Immaculate Conception' is hard to believe. Any person with a scientific bent of mind fails to understand how a virgin without coming into contact with the member of an opposite sex can conceive. Yet we believed. Inquisitions happened.Crusade happened. Christianity shaped our world and civilization to a very large extent.

The Islamic sacred book The Koran is believed to have been dictated by the archangel Gabriel. Who was Gabriel? Did any body see him? But The Koran touched all aspects of human existence including matters of doctrine,social organization and legislation.

The propensity to pass myths as history is rampant in hinduism. The classic example is the Ramjanmabhoomi case that still comes back to haunt us like bubonic plague.

Astrology has survived. A planet that orbits hundreds of light years away(Light travels at a speed of 299,792 Km per second) shapes the destiny of a baby who is born out of a cesarean section in an ICU in Downtown Hospital. Can any one explain this? yet we believe.

Those who are reading newspapers these days are bound to come across how fly-by-nights NGOs and finance companies are duping common men promising double or treble the amount they put by with them. Unipay- to- you is a discourse now. Yet we believed and our money went down the drain.

The list will go on. These are nothing ;but quintessence of 'Universal Gullibility'.

Viva Gullibility.

( As I said it was the lines from Eco's 'The Prague Cemetery' that triggered my ideas. My wish is not to disrespect religion or beliefs.)

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Where The Seas Meet

Among all the songs of Bhupen Hazarika, Sagor sangam ot kotona... occupies a unique place in my mind. This song is a celebration of the indomitable spirit of life that comes alive in the dulcet voice of the late singer/composer.

The song stands out for the unique juxtaposition of physical and mental worlds and their interplay on each other. It also offers us a glimpse into the creative mind of the artist that contains multitude contradicting each other- a mind that is ill at ease as the forces inimical to culture rustle into the range of his view. As he sees them , he climbs down from the ivory tower of art and mingles himself with the real world giving vent to his apprehension and finally feels assured as the forces well- disposed toward culture are all set to take over.But he does not become complacent as he feels he has miles to go which is amply borne out by his agitating mental state.

Also is important in the song the wonderful wordplay that he indulges in-Prasanta/asanta/klanta and the paradox that seems to form the fulcrum on which the entire song clusters. The paradox of prasanta-the Pacific. The Pacific(he calls it a sea, not ocean) is supposed to be calm;but the Pacific that exists in his mind is tumultuous.

From a very early age I was drawn to this song for its rhythm and rhyming words. But over the years as I have mellowed much ,was I able to grasp its real worth. Since then a strong desire to translate this song into English nestled somewhere in my mind. As a new year begins,I feel the best way to kick start it is by translating that desire into real action.

But at the same time I am fully aware of the pitfalls that I am bound to encounter while translating this song into English. In fact a song cannot be translated as is inextricably bound up with this its tune. If only I could translate its tune too!( and capture the wordplay...) Therefore I endevour to translate the song as a poem.

Besides I a reminding myself of the essay entitled 'The Meaning Of Words' that Jawaharlal Nehru wrote(he wrote it in Hindi)as long ago as 1935 in which he remarked that language is' semi frozen thought'(Translation,text and theory edited by Rukmini Bhaya Nair). To unfreeze that thought and refreeze it into a different language is the task of a translator. And for that I am not competent enough. I have translated it the way I internalize it and not the way Bhupen Hazarika would have done it if he were to write the song in English.

Finally I believe that the reader must be treated carefully and conscientiously,but friends can be dealt with a little more cavalierly(Winter notes on Summer Impression: Fydor Dostoevsky).Needless to say my readers are my fast friends.
Well, now...

Much have I swum
where the seas meet,
Yet I am not satisfied
The waves in my mind's pacific
are still restive.

Of tidal waves there is no end
in the bosom of my mind's pacific,
endless undulations bring in
hopes in abundance.

So the waves in my mind's pacific are restive.

The peace of glorious lives along the Pacific shores
are today troubled.
With endless new formations
monsters strike relentlessly.

So the waves in my mind's Pacific are restive.

The strikes Of destruction in the Pacific
are now challenged,
Innumerable are the soldiers of culture
Collisions usher in new horizons of progress.
So the waves in my mind's Pacific are restive.

The depth and power of the Pacific
dissipate the destruction
Multitude march on for peace
Creativity comes alive.
So the waves in my mind's Pacific are restive.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Bhupen Hazarika: Some random thoughts

Arguably the week in which Bhupen Hazarika( I do not like the tag Dr. before his name)died is the most momentous week in the cultural history of Assam so far. Probably more has been written and talked about him during this week than in the last twenty years.

Most of them are sheer personal reminiscences of some close associates of the great singer and the composer. Insignificant details like what he ate or drank at certain places and so on dominate their musings about the legendary person . These are bound to be heading for oblivion after sometime. We do not know the names of all the soldiers in the battle of Waterloo; neither are they important for us.

But tragically there have been no serious objective evaluation of his works( I am talking of the week only) which is,I feel more important for us and the posterity.

Bhupen Hazarika occupies a unique place in our mind, at least in those who are above forty.But the young generations , specially after the advent of the news channels , tend to remember him as an old and fragile man who sang for Star Cement advertisement.His baritone voice, his lyrics and the perfect blend of harmony with which he cast his musical magic spell upon the sea of humanity who came to see him up close has become a thing of the past.
This is the time to ask ourselves: Why is he great? Why is he one and only?

I am sure many will write about it in the days ahead.

For me Bhupen Hazarika stands out on many counts. some of them, I believe are as follow:

Bhupen Hazarika is the only singer among his contemporaries who could proclaim with unshaken conviction that he is a singer. Listen to his songs:A) Mur gitor hezar shruta tumak namaskar,B)Mur gaan houk bahu ashtha hinotar biporite ek gabhir asthar gaan,C)Samuhor babe git gai gai tumak pahori golu....in all these songs he projects himself as a singer which is not found in any other singers in Assam(and maybe in India). This conviction to claim oneself as a singer and composer is not born overnight. It is a reflection of his deep and years of engagement with music.

There is not a single community or ethnic group that has not found a place in his songs.Be it a tea garden girl(Laxmi nahoi mure naam Chameli) or a Nepali milk man.

His composition embraces all the genres of Assamese music. From Kamrupi lokgit to zikir to Kawali(Samma thakile zaroor zaroor parwana bhi thakibo)to Bihu(Tuk dekhi mur gaa zin zin zaan zaan pir pir paar paar...). In that case his counterpart in literature will surely be Rabindranath Tagore.

Jyotiprasad told about Viswa Nagarik- a global citizen. We are debating Globalization now and many among us who oppose Globalization have taken the maximum benefits from Globalization itself. For them Globalization is synonymous with economics and KFC/MacDonald. But Globalization can have other facets too.Like Globalization of ideas or culture.Listen to his Moi eti zazabor(Aami ek Zazabor in Bangla)and see how wide his vision is. After Jyotiprasad , he is the only one who could transcend the barrier of domesticity and proclaim that he is or he aspires to be a global citizen.

I have listened to many Assamese songs on nature. From Jyotiprasad's Gose gose pati dile phulore sarai to Bishnu Rabha's Bilote halise dhunia podume to Dr.Nirmolprapha Bordoloi's phulore ei melate( Superably alive in Pulak Bannerjee's voice). But these songs are composed from the perspective of viewer only. Nature is just a spectacle. But listen to Bhupen Hazarika's o mur dharitri aai charanote diba thai...here he shows the best relationship between man and nature or in other words between human and non-human world. This is unique. The song was written before our big fuss over deforestation , big dam and peasants'movement. That way he anticipated the future.

A remarkable quality of Bhupen Hazarika was his restraint with which he dealt with the most sensuous. Recall his song dehor randhe randhe tulile sihoron tumar uthor porose.... and see the restraint. Today's singer would have gone into an orgy in such a situation.

Every great singer(or writer) leaves behind a tradition. Had Bhupen Hazarika not listened to Paul Robson's Old man river, he probably could not have composed his timeless song Bistirna parorore...( Unfortunately a TV journalist of the state accuses him of musical plagiarism on this ground. It shows his quality of thought!).

But Bhupen hazarika , so far , has failed to create a tradition. The young generation singers tend to model themselves after some one else rather than this great maestro.

I shall be happy if some one comes soon to sing along his tradition. I shall be happier if it happens in my lifetime.

Bhupen Hazarika , we will miss you.