ACDIS Diaries - III


I leave Urbana-Champaign after three months. On board an Amtrex train to Chicago. Next to me is a pretty girl who works as a departmental store attendant at a town called Kankakee two stops before Chicago. She also turns out to be a student of Anthropology from North Carolina University and knows as much of Indian caste system as I do. Her brother is a truck driver and has traveled to over a dozen countries around the world on a truck driver’s income. If only a journalist’s salary could let me see half-a-dozen.

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Reach Chicago. The train was to arrive on platform one but arrives on five. So it is not just an Indian problem. Railways in America are privately run and train services are so inadequate that, to give an Indian comparison, a five hour journey from Ahmedabad to Surat might be via Indore, and take over 18-hours. Americans just prefer hitting the road. Despite the climate change buzz, their heavy cars – basically sofa sets on wheels – do not go more than 15 miles to a gallon. Essentially, Americans do not like anything that can reduce their carbon footprint. Whoever said practice what you preach!

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My introduction to Capone country happens right at the entrance. As I stand to get a cab, a black man gets going for me, hails one and promptly demands 5 dollars for the job. Denied, in comes sleet of abuses on India and Indians as I hurriedly put my bags and board. The Bangladeshi cabby claims that it could have turned violent and am lucky to have escaped without paying. But those five dollars have to go anyway. The cab drops me a block before my intended destination at Taylor and Racine. I decide to walk the distance. It is dark and both my hands have luggage. A boy comes again for help. "Sir, I can help," and before I react takes the suitcase and starts walking besides me. Am praying he does not run away. On reaching thanks is not good enough, am demanded money again. I proffer two one-dollar bills. "Sir, I am pregnant and hungry, this won’t even buy a burger." It turns out that the teenager is actually a girl and claims to be pregnant. I have no time or stomach to inquire so I give five dollars. A very different picture of America indeed.

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Trust Americans to make money even out of a bootlegger’s name. They have the chutzpah to sell both Lincoln and Capone with equal ease, sometimes even from same shelf. On way to Millennium Mile in a city bus. The smallest denomination bill in my pocket is 20 dollars. The ticket is for two dollars. Two women come forward with one dollar each and yo, I recover two of the five dollars I paid as alms. I have to change bus and the one to be boarded is just leaving its station. My driver rushes, overtakes, and with a gracious bow asks me to change. Who says Atithi Devo Bhava is only an Indian concept.

ACDIS Diaries - II


I arrange an Indian dinner for my new friends at ACDIS. My guests include one American physicist, a German climatologist, a Pakistani nuclear scientist, and an American student of political science. On the table is simple menu of chole-chawal, dal-roti, and paneer kofta, topped with moong-dal halwa for dessert. The spread is not even mildly representative of Indian food, but I can manage only this much for now. Talk veers toward respective cuisines. German is starch and protein, basically a combination of potato and meat in various forms. Pakistani is Indian almost (how much Pakistanis hate this). We get stuck on what’s originally American. Pizza is Italian, Burrito is Mexican, French fries are Belgian, Beans are from Iberia, and the Big Mac has German roots – etymologically ‘Burg’ means a fortification alluding to the patty surrounded by two breads. A Hamburger possibly draws its name from Hamburg in Germany. After much scratching of heads over rotis we come to the most original American food: Barbecue sauce. They might have reached outer space, but on culinary front Americans have just about managed to produce a burnt chutney!

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All Pulitzers are hogged by anti-Bush reporters this year. A Fox News anchor cries foul. Says media are so biased! The bulletin is on increasing gas prices. At US dollars 3.19 to a gallon (less than then prevailing Indian rate) Americans are going mad at the rise. Anchor asks an expert how higher crude price translates into costly gas at the station. The expert explains: “Look cookies are made of dough, so if the price of dough increases so would that of the cookies.” Uhh…the anchor can appreciate that. These are still my pre-TV days so I do find it dumb.

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A NewYork Post stringer is caught demanding bribe from a celebrity for not publishing a news item. The scandal is brought out by rival Daily News and is being talked out on news television. That’s heartening. It was in 1970’s that Indira Gandhi had branded corruption a global phenomenon. I get to see a sample myself. America has a raucous, diverse media with each reasonably sized town having its own radio station, newspaper, and possibly television channel. We in India have ended up following this model in a rather unhealthy manner. More of it in some later post.

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Chinese President Hu Jintao is visiting the United States. This is his first visit and happening at a time when tensions are particularly high on trade front between the two nations. America wants China to devalue Yuan and the Chinese are not obliging. Media expect some fireworks in Washington. But corporate America has offset any possibility of a showdown by fêting Jintao as a visionary. He begins his trip from Seattle, goes to Los Angeles for a rendezvous with Hollywood and then to New York for some more business. The fourth and last day is kept for Washington almost as an afterthought. Just shows the importance of government apparatus in Uncle Sam.

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It has been two months and I need a hair cut. But I can’t get it. No, there’s no strike by barbers in America but a cut is high on dollars. US dollars 20 for one hair cut is equal to my two year’s budget for the same. I hunt and finally get one discount store that gives it for eight dollars. Still close to a year’s budget but then I can not get greedier than that. So with a heavy heart I get one. Think I should extract maximum benefit and tell the barber to make them really short. I still have more than a month to go and would not want to spend second year’s hair cut budget as well. But it makes stuff easier for him. He just runs a machine round my head and is done in five minutes flat.

ACDIS Diaries - I


AS a visiting scholar to Arms Control, Disarmament, and International Security (ACDIS), a think tank of the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign (UIUC), am given a nicely done studio apartment overlooking a church and with a view of the intersection at Goodwin and Green. ACDIS has hosted the likes of Stephan Cohen, Shekhar Gupta and a plethora of South Asian strategic community. Among other furnishings is a land phone with a directory. I wonder what Americans need this relic for in 2006. We are already phasing them out back home.

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Americans seem to be a deeply religious society. There is a church almost on every street. There are actually two on some. The only difference from back home is that they spare the middle of the road to construct takeaway religiosity. Rush for the Sunday mass is to be seen to be believed. It is not uncommon to have street side singing bhajan mandalis, the dhol-manjira replaced by guitar of course. I saunter into one mass and am sprinkled with holy water. The service itself is sincere and has high spirituality quotient. A very different picture of America than the one projected through Bold and Beautiful TV.

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There is a lecture by an Iranian scientist at ACDIS on Iran-US relations. He asks a rhetorical question: “does Iran have a right?” against, “does Iran need a nuclear bomb?” Are we living in some kind of nuclear apartheid? Well, we Indians could have asked these same questions before the nuclear tests of 1998. The Ford administration had actually coaxed the Shah of Iran to go for the nukes. To rub it in he elaborates: Iran government is at least ten times more in control of its people than Pakistan. Yet, Pak can have it, but not Iran. Americans might not buy this, but good that at least the campus is abuzz with debate. (Americans are simply doing the bidding of Saudi Arabia in preventing a Shia bomb).

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A day of Lincoln pilgrimage at Springfield. Lincoln library, Lincoln home, Lincoln office, Lincoln museum, Lincoln legislature, and of course the Lincoln memorial. In the overall simplicity of the Lincoln residence what is worth observing is that the loo is at the other end of the lawn. Eighteenth century America had no attached lat-bath it seems! Or was it that a walk would just help push things errr...further. Impressive Lincoln merchandise is on sale from Lincoln buttons to the Gettysburg address. I splurge in dollars.

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At Springfield I bump into an elderly couple – an African American man and his Filipino wife. Though from Chicago, they are first time visitors to their State capital, and have not come prepared for the tourism. I do not mind becoming their guide in their own country as I get to know a lot about subaltern America through them. They live in a segregated neighbourhood of Chicago, and maintain they like to live amid their own kind. According to the old man it keeps things calm. Chicago has Davon Street as the south Asian quarter as also Chinatown for the Chinese. Segregation is the norm in the USA and frowned upon only for academic purposes.

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It’s a fine spring weekend but to fast pace my research paper I am in my room at ACDIS. Going out for lunch I bang the door and realize only on return that the keys are inside. I have locked myself out. Mercifully, keys to the apartment are in my pocket. So would not need to spend a roofless night in US of A. I get back to the apartment and realize the land phone and directory can help. Find administrative assistant Sheila Roberts’ no. and call her. Bingo there she comes with her husband and opens ACDIS again for me. Now I know why Americans still keep land phones with directories.


Refresh @ 10 – XI



READ this interesting bit about a judge holding himself in contempt of the court he presided as his mobile went beep. Raymond Voet, chief district judge of Ionia County in Michigan, also fined himself USD 25 for the misdemeanor. Voet has been quoted by the local media as saying that he wanted to let all those fined earlier by him know that he lived by the same set of rules. Some lesson there for our PF scam tainted lordships.

This reminds me of my own running aground in a court over mobile phone some time ago. This happened at the Gujarat High Court in a proceeding connected with one of the many fake encounter cases now in courts. Chief justice S J Mukhopadhyay was heading the bench that included Justice Akil Kureshi. Sitting on one of the front rows I was engrossed in the hearing and taking notes of observations being made on my mobile phone.

Suddenly, I hear commotion and look up to find Mukhopadhyay - now with the Supreme Court - gesticulating wildly at his staff. The next moment one orderly rushed toward the plaintiff benches and before I knew my mobile was snatched from me. The bar – with most lawyers personally known – looked at me as I sheepishly explained I was only taking notes and not using the “phone” part of the instrument. To no avail. In front of my eyes the phone was dismantled and thrown on one side of the table. It can be a catastrophe for a television journalist to be without phone for any period of time. But before I could further enrage the lordships, and attract contempt, I was hinted at by lawyer friends to just sit down and wait.

After about an hour of proceedings the court rose for lunch break and that’s when I could get my mobile back, of course not before being chided by the court administrator for using “phone” while the court was in order. It was difficult to explain to the jaded justices that the instrument, though primarily a phone, could be used for many other purposes. But then, I let discretion be better part of valour that day.

The Myth of Silent Majority And A Suffering Pakistan


For Pakistan watchers, last month presented a perplexing contrast. A poll showed that a majority of the country’s youth prefers Sharia and Military over democracy and secularism. This, when Pakistan saw first successful completion of the term of democratically elected government in its history, and might see a peaceful transition as well next month.

If the poll is true, some questions arise. What do we mean when we say that in Pakistan a silent majority is essentially secular, progressive, and opposed to any form of extremism? Where does that silent majority reside? Why did it not make itself heard in an understandably anonymous poll? And if at all, how acquiescing is it? A just released study throws some light on these questions, and coupled with the opinion poll, provides depressing results particularly for the Pakistan optimists in our country.

Carried by five US and Pak based researchers, the study is a profile of over 900 Lashkar-e-Taiba (LeT) militants.* Marshalling local resources it draws a picture of each militant’s social background, education, families, and region they came from. In doing so it gives a sketch of Pakistani society that answers the questions on silent majority.

Before I connect the dots some quick facts as they emerge from the study:

  1. Mean age at the time of entry for a LeT militant is 16.95 years. At the time of death it is 21. Thus average life span of a terrorist’s activity is about 5 years.
  2. Of every 100 LeT militants recruited, 40 come through family and friends, only 17 through Mosques and Madrassas, and a mere 12 through LeT’s direct propaganda.
  3. A majority of militants have longer duration spent on secular education than religious education.
  4. Over 90 per cent of LeT militants come from Pak Punjab and from the same set of districts that supply the bulk of Pakistan Army.

Now, what picture emerges in your mind? One, that families (and friends) are directly connected with a youth’s diversion to LeT. Two, that the same social network supplies human resources to both LeT and Army. And three, that lack of education is not driving young men to gun.

In fact as the study shows the average secular education of a militant is matriculation against less than three years spent on religious courses. This is more than the average literacy levels of a normal Pakistani male, meaning some of the most educated Pakistanis are turning extremists. And to be fair, if not all religious education amounts to indoctrination, it becomes clear that source of rabidity is not mosque and madrassa but some other element in Pak society.

The motivation to become a militant is not financial either, for, upto 20 per cent militants had a skills set that could sustain a respectable livelihood for them. It is moral. The review of biographies reveals that many recruits had to lobby to get deployed to a theatre of war despite training which indicates that supply is more than demand. Such is the state of affairs that the LeT trains far more people than it will ever deploy on any fighting missions in India and other theatres of war. What happens of them? Obviously, they melt into the Pakistani society and carry on spreading their mindset.

That’s where the answer to my poser on silent majority comes in. If we agree with the findings of this study then, coupled with the opinion poll’s results, we have to come to the conclusion that a suffering silent majority is a figment and that a majority of Pakistan’s society is in fact playing an acquiescing role in militant Islamism.

In my last post I wrote of how officers of a secular institution like the Election Commission of Pakistan are carrying out a patently sectarian interview of candidates before accepting their nominations for the National Assembly polls under law. That is why perhaps the opinion poll reflected true mood of the nation’s youth, and conclusively busts the myth of a suffering Pakistan equally affected by terror.

* Titled ‘Fighters of LeT: Recruitment, Training, Deployment, and Death’ the study was carried at the Combating Terrorism Centre, West Point, and funded by the US Department of Defence. Authors are Arif Jamal, Nadia Shoeb, Anirban Ghosh, C. Christine Fair, and Don Rassler.

Don't Know Koran? Sorry, Can't Be MP...in Pak


DUNNO how our national media has missed this one. Apparently, for a Muslim politician to become a legislator in Pakistan, getting the votes is just not enough. An aspirant to the Pakistan National Assembly (equivalent of our Parliament) has to prove his or her understanding of Islam even before becoming a candidate and contest the election.

So, here they go: Please recite Ayat-ul-Kursi. Do you know about Sura Akhlas? Can you tell us Dua-e-Qanoot? What is the significance of Sura Yaseen? No, these are not questions from a Madarsa’s exam paper. These have been asked by the Returning Officers of the Election Commission of Pakistan (ECP) from nominees of political parties before they become contestants. As if this was not enough, a petition has been filed with the ECP to reject the nomination of former Punjab Chief Minister Shahbaz Sharif on the grounds that he does not keep a beard!

Pakistan’s constitution has Article 62(e) which requires that a Member of Parliament “has adequate knowledge of Islamic teachings, and practices obligatory duties prescribed by Islam”. Complaint against Sharif is under Article 63 that deals with disqualifications on grounds of disrespecting Islam. These were introduced during Zia’s reign. One would have understood had Zia’s children been doing this. But this is the generation of Zia’s grandchildren. 

Pakistan, what are you up to? Of the two governments over last decade, one was headed by a self styled Ata Turk fan in General Pervez Musharraf. And the first civilian government that has just completed its term was led by a party that was established by a leftist, secular leader in Zulfikar Ali Bhutto. Almost all of the top leadership of Pakistan People’s Party (PPP) is foreign educated and holds double passports.

Could they have not done away with the clause? Apparently, anyone who tries can easily forget of a political career in Pakistan. One wonders about the status of those among the minorities who aspire to a political office. Why, one even wonders about the status of those enlightened Pakistanis who mouth platitudes on secularism. There have been editorials denouncing the ECP’s action but clearly it does not make any difference. ECP has cited constitutional requirements for the exercise. How does knowledge of Islam influence decision making of legislators? Or perhaps it does. How otherwise would they pass a resolution supporting Afzal Guru? It needs a certain mindset after all.

Alternative History - A Contemporary's Account


IT is a recurrent thought for students of modern Indian history whether India’s partition could have been avoided had Messrs Jinnah and Gandhi gotten along well. Is it right to put all blame at the doors of Jinnah for the sub-continental sundering? What was the rest of the leadership doing? What if in place of Gandhi Indian national movement had got a leader like Ben Gurion, and a force like Haganah in place of a tool like non-violence? Or, Bose in place of Nehru?

Ram Manohar Lohia takes such questions head on with the aggro of a challenger in his book ‘Guilty Men of India’s Partition”. Though originally meant to be a review of Maulana Abul Kalam Azad’s India Wins Freedom, Guilty Men… (first published in 1960) ends up revealing a picture of the freedom leadership that has otherwise remained hidden in the mainstream historical narrative (deliberately?). The book places the Hindu-Muslim problematique at its centre and tries to answer the questions raised above.

Lohia sets the tone rather harshly, calling the contemporary leadership petty, self serving, spiteful, jealous, and mean – a bunch of tired old despairing men, their corroded will accepting partition. He was present at the Congress Working Committee (CWC) meeting that took up the issue. Only the Mahatma, Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan, and Jaiprakash Narayan expressed dissent. Azad sat in one corner puffing at his cigarettes while Messrs Nehru and Patel were offensively aggressive to Gandhi. The duo had come to the meeting as converts, having not even consulted Gandhi before agreeing for the Partition.

But, can they be held guilty merely for accepting partition, or were they responsible even for pushing it? For example did not the treatment of Jinnah by the Congress leadership led by Gandhi, from Khilafat onwards, contribute to the widening of the rift? Lohia believes so though he does not elaborate beyond maintaining that the freedom leadership by this time was driven as much by personal ambition as by national cause.

The author goes in some detail into the leadership of Gandhi, as far as to construct an imaginary architecture of freedom struggle minus the Mahatma. At the time of the advent of Gandhi, Indian national movement was in the hands of two distinct and equally potent and patriotic forces – constitutionalists and revolutionaries. Both showed a measure of understanding and unwritten collaboration till Gandhi came on the horizon and introduced principles like non-violent mass protests leading to antagonism between the two. Lohia believes that minus Gandhi, the two streams in conjunction could have delivered independence faster by at least a decade, and possibly without partition.

Though a little charitable on Nehru’s overall personality, Lohia minces no words on Nehru the politician. He indicates that Nehru had set his eyes on partition even before the Mountbattens landed in Delhi. He has not much against Sardar Patel whom he finds the tallest of the lot, if only because all others around him were dwarfs. Interestingly, Lohia wonders aloud about the set of people who found Patel as Hindu communal but failed to use the same yardstick on Azad.

For him, both Jinnah and Azad only thought of Muslim interests, as separate from interests of the Indian people. If Muslims chose Jinnah it was only because he succeeded in addressing their vanity better than Azad. Lohia is most starry-eyed about Subhas Chandra Bose. If only Bose had made some adjustment with Gandhi. If only Bose had possessed the cunning and refinement of Nehru. It is a contemporary’s account, but with all the emotions of a competitor.

But what engages Lohia’s mind most through the book is the issue of Hindu Muslim estrangement. Not only that Partition was a culmination of eight centuries of conflict between the two communities, it increased post partition under Congress’ watch. With the exception of Gandhi, Lohia believes the Congress leadership remained a bystander as communal fires raged in the north. Perhaps, Modi is not the only Nero who fiddled. And mind you this is not any RSS types but the foremost socialist of India writing. To give an example, Lohia narrates an incident: He arranged a peace meeting in riot torn old Delhi and wanted the Mahatma to address it. First, the Congress managers dithered in giving Gandhi’s time for a few days, and then, when it did happen finally, the microphone went missing just before the address!

Seems Digvijaya Singh’s Osama-jee is a genetic issue, for, Lohia calls Congress’ perfidy a “crime rooted in vote catching desire” as the party partnered the League even as Muslim separatism recurred in Kerala just dozen odd years into Partition. Lohia’s solutions to ending the sub-continental estrangement however are more like the scrapbook of a utopian intellectual. From abolition of the caste system to more organized intermarriage between Hindus and Muslims to inter-dining all are on his table.

By the time Lohia came out with this book, Pakistan was already in throes of its first round of Martial law, so it is little strange that he writes of the reunion of India and Pakistan as a wish, a prayer, and a probability. Perhaps the history of freedom struggle was still fresh to warrant such idealism. The fond hopes have remained alive in the hearts of socialists of all hues in India with even the right wing L K Advani talking of some kind of confederation in South Asia as late as 2006.

While going through the book, one feels Lohia has rushed through the most defining period of modern Indian history. It is a slim work, a mere 100 pages, so a little ambitious to capture the full breadth of the final years of Indian freedom struggle. Also, the book clearly misses the elephant in the room – the British and their role – on Partition. Without any disrespect it can be said that the role of the Imperial power and its great game in Partition was more than the sum total of freedom leadership’s intellect. Enough declassified information from that period is now available both in India and United Kingdom to prove this.

But within that framework Lohia presents an unvarnished candor shorn of any chicanery. For a generation brought up on sanitized Marxist history, Guilty Men… gives an alternative narrative. It shows to us that the freedom leadership, after all, consisted of men and women of flesh and blood, who though well meaning, had their share of human follies. And that those follies might in some measure be held responsible for our present ills.