Showing posts with label south asia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label south asia. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Getting To Know The General















I had the privilege of meeting General Ershad, our former dictator of nine years, at his suite in Baridhara.

During the conversation, I asked him if he was aware of Muslim political philosophy. He grinned and said he knew nothing about Muslim political philosophy.

This was unfortunate ignorance on the General's part, for his long and fruitful rule rested on no ideology. He had built, as he told me, 8,000 kilometres of highway, 3,000 MW of generating capacity...all of which I knew to be true.

Nevertheless, he had groped towards an ideology: he amended the constitution to make Islam the state religion, for instance. He was seeking a rapport, a religious rapport, with the people.

More interestingly, the General tried to tap into the people's native Sufism. As the reader may know, Islam was spread in South Asia by Sufis, dervishes, ascetics. I know the son of a holy man whose father's death is still celebrated as an urs and to which many people come - including Hindus. This is very common here.

The holy man whom General Ershad cultivated was the Pir of Atroshi, famed as having a jinn of his own. It was said that he could not leave his khanqua because then he would be killed by jinns, or something of the sort. A friend of mine, Samuel Peter Landell-Mills, did his PhD thesis (unfortunately unpublished, with a copy on my shelf) on the pir as part of his work on Islamic holy men. He used to regale us with vivid descriptions of the pir's goings-on: thousands used to flock to his dargah, from president and bureaucrat to humble shopkeepers.

However, this holy man was unable to help the General keep his throne. For the power that matters in Bangladesh is of a less mystical nature: it is the power of western donors. And as soon as the cold war was over, they pulled the rug from under him.

Now, to get back to the General's suite. If the General had implored Muslim political thought, and insisted on the philosophy of nonresistance that sunni thinkers have insisted on, then the donors might not have been able to use a rent-a-crowd of students to overthrow him on December 6, 1990.

Monday, August 25, 2008

changing the diapers

Politicians, like diapers, need to be changed, and for the same reason.

Our politicians stink to high heaven – they've been around for smelly decades. Sheikh Hasina and Khaleda Zia are walking stink-bombs, yet we don't even hold our noses.

It took a suicidal attack to remove the awful pong of Benazir Bhutto. But her husband is still there, mal-odoriferous.

Then there's Nawaz Sharif, twice flushed down the commode, run into the sewer, and back, all soiled and dirty and covered in faeces.

India twice removed the diapers – and very violently too. The first time they got rid of Indira, and the second time they unbundled her son.

In Bangladesh we nearly removed the nappies on one occasion, but Sheikh Hasina survived.

Why don't we change the diapers? It seems we love ordure and odour, the messier and smellier, the better. That, or our olfactory nerve (and cerebral cortex) is severely damaged.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Three Folds Across Her Middle

http://unlikelystories.org/sayeed0308.shtml

(article at link above)


The failure of the nation state in South Asia is reflected in the region's cinema, which clearly shoes a lack of shared imagination, with films being classified as A grade and C grade, corresponding to their elite and mass audiences respectively. Unsurprisingly, the female form shows the same schizophrenia at work, with the mass audience demanding the traditional, heavy female form, and the westernized elite plumping for her svelte, westernized counterpart.


Excerpt: "But how do we explain the figure on the catwalk? For explain her we must, since the ideal of feminine beauty in the Indian subcontinent still clings to that outlined centuries ago in The RatiRahasya (Secrets of Love):


She in whom the following signs and symptoms appear is called a Padmini. Her face is pleasing as the full moon; her body, well clothed with flesh, is soft as the Shiras or mustard flower, her skin is fine, tender and fair as the yellow lotus, never dark colored. Her eyes are bright and beautiful as the orbs of the fawn, well cut, and with reddish corners. Her bosom is hard, full and high; she has a good neck; her nose is straight and lovely, and three folds or wrinkles cross her middle - about the umbilical region."

Sunday, February 24, 2008

http://www.opednews.com/articles/genera_iftekhar_080222_in_the_prison_of_his.htm

(article at above URL)

In Bangladesh, we never identify with the African-American. Indeed, in South Asia, the middle class aspiration is to be like the white middle class: affluent. We forget that until recently, we were despised by our colonial masters, whose rule has proven so effective that we have become mental slaves – the only kind that endures "emancipation".

Sunday, November 11, 2007

where failure pays

Nirad C. Chaudhuri, in his otherwise stimulating article ‘India, West Bengal ‎and East Bengal’ overlooked two leaders who would disprove ‘the fact...that no ‎responsible political or military leader has ever played with the security of his ‎people when military resistance seemed irrational’. They are Napoleon and ‎Nehru. ‎
The French revolutionaries had every reason to fear that their cause ‎would not succeed: they were surrounded by monarchies bent on killing the ‎infant republic in its cradle. By all rational calculations, republicanism was bound ‎to fail. That it did not was largely the work of Napoleon. However, his astonishing ‎military successes were due to that epochal innovation in military history: the ‎National Army – a body of people dedicated to a set of ideas for which they were ‎willing to die by the thousands.‎

Again, on his return from Elba, Napoleon knew that this time, not only was ‎all Europe against him, but even his own country: he still destroyed 100,000 lives ‎on a personal gamble. ‎

In our own day, we have seen similar revolutionary wars undertaken by a ‎nation covetous of dignity and freedom against – by all rational reckoning – ‎seemingly invincible military might. Vietnam and Iran are the latest examples. As ‎Joseph Conrad said, “It is not the clear-sighted who lead the world; great ‎achievements are carried out in a warm, blessed mental fog.”‎

Therefore, pace Nirad Chaudhuri, it is not the “fact of the matter that East ‎Bengal Muslims and their leaders did not know the basic principle of seeking or ‎continuing a political conflict when faced with an overwhelming military ‎superiority of the opponent”. The fact of the matter is that there was no ‎revolutionary, national sentiment shared by the whole people. As Mr.Badruddin ‎Umar has observed, the winners of 1971 were the new elite, totally divorced from ‎the aspirations of the people. As Mr.Afsan Chowdhury has pointed out, those ‎villagers who took up arms did so to protect their homes or as a reaction to ‎violence against their villages, not for the ‘nation’. ‎

There is another parallel to the actions of Sheikh Mujib: those of Nehru ‎during the border-conflict with China. Here was a ‘responsible’ political leader ‎who had been advised by diplomats and military experts not to confront China on ‎the battlefield. He chose to ignore them. Nehru refused to negotiate; he was ‎goaded on by the political class; he firmly believed that China would not attack; ‎the army was politicised at the top and the officers were inefficient. ‎

The very possibility of Chinese retaliation for Indian provocation was ‎rejected. Without a shred of evidence, the Intelligence Bureau endorsed this ‎illogical view; those officers who questioned the assumption were shunted aside ‎to make room for more docile soldiers. And the most docile of them all was ‎General Kaul. The chief of general staff, without any combat command ‎experience, was moved to active command despite the knowledge of his total ‎unsuitability for the post! When General Thapar suggested that China might ‎counter-attack, Nehru said that he had ‘good reason to believe that the Chinese ‎would not take strong action against us’. Soon, the situation was out of his hand ‎‎– he was a pawn of the powers he had encouraged, both national as well as ‎international. ‎

Therefore, it is not the Bengali Hindu or Bengali Muslim who has 'the ‎disease’, as Nirad Chaudhuri put it. Rather, it appears to be a South Asian trait: ‎intransigence, the inability to accommodate any other point of view but mine, an ‎unrealistic appraisal of the situation – all these qualities are on abundant display ‎in South Asia. We see them at work in the Kashmir question in India, in the ‎Tamil question in Sri Lanka, and in our own domestic politics in Bangladesh. ‎

However, the real lesson of Nehru’s debacle is different. Despite losing ‎the newly-won freedom of India to China (but for Chinese forbearance), he not ‎only did not resign, there was not a murmur against his continued leadership. ‎Moreover, his daughter and his grandson went on to inherit his position. ‎Similarly, Zulfiquar Ali Bhutto, despite losing half the country, managed to ‎bequeath power to his daughter. The Bandaranaike family, notwithstanding the ‎fact that it was father who started the Tamil-Sinahlase division, managed to keep ‎the prime ministership as well as the presidency simultaneously in the family! Our ‎dynasties have their similar origins in fiascoes and debacles.‎

The experience of being ruled for several hundred years by foreigners ‎must have eaten away the intellectual fibre of our elites. Surely, it will take ‎several generations before we start thinking for ourselves, and not let others do ‎our thinking for us. Perhaps 60 years of ‘independence’ is not enough for ‎independent thought. How long before the slave mentality finally disappears? ‎

In South Asia, failure pays. ‎