The death of a hero


Place: Copenhagen, Denmark
Date: 13.11.09
Time: 22:08

I was about to hit the bed after a long tiring day, when Shashi coaxed me to write a blog about my first social outing in this country all on my own! And so here it is!

A few days back I was chatting with Judit, a friend of mine in Denmark, on Facebook. During the course of our chatting, she sent me a link containing information about an international documentary film festival happening in Copenhagen. She asked me to select a documentary movie and our first official social date was finalized.

So today, I went to watch the documentary film called ‘Fixer- The taking of Ajmal Naqhbandi’. But before entering the cinema hall, we straight away went to a coffee bar to wet our throats. We had conversations ranging from the culture of this country to the way life is back at my home in India. During one such conversation Judit shared with me the Danish way of sitting arrangements in the theatre. She showed me our movie tickets and asked me to read our respective seat numbers. I took some time to read it as it was in Danish but being familiar with Latin alphabets I read out “SÆDS – 3” on one ticket and “SÆDS -5” on other ticket. My first reaction was that means we will sit apart from each other? That means some stranger will sit between us? I was horrified at the thought but somehow I tried to hide my nervousness! Judit smiled at me and then went on to explain the Danish concept with the numbers. She told me that we were going to sit next to each other as the seats are divided as odd and even numbers. That means 3 and 5 will come next to each other instead of 2 and 3 or 3 and 4.

As a lover of new cultures, I politely appreciated their unique concept. I finally went in and sat in seat number 5, while Judit sat next to me on seat no.3. Soon I noticed that two foreigners entered my row and they seemed to be tad confused like me and Judit too was noticing it. Finally, she couldn’t see them so miserable and explained to them the system just like she had clarified my doubt earlier. They seemed ecstatic at this revelation and I had a hearty laugh too!

The movie started off finally. It is basically about the murder of an Afghani fixer/journalist named Ajmal Naqshbandi by the Taliban. Ajmal was just 24 years, when he was brutally murdered by the Taliban head of the Helmand province Mullah Dadullah. Ajmal’s only crime was that he had entered their territory illegally (and in my opinion he was Afghani…you will know the reason later). As Ajmal was also a fixer, his job was to be a mediator between journos from the outside world and the Talibs in the inside. One such foreign journalist he was helping was an Italian journalist named Daniel Mastrogiacomo.

They went to Helmand which is notorious for Taliban centers and activity. Taliban held Ajmal, Daniel and their driver as hostages. They then kept their demand in front of the Afghan government demanding the release of some Talibans who were in prisons of Afghanistan. The Talibans captured the video of these three hostages and broadcasted it on their website. In the first video, Ajmal sounds very positive. He assured his family that he is absolutely fine and soon he will be freed. Daniel of course sends a message to his wife Rosella and his family. In the second video, Ajmal seemed to be a little dejected but he expertly tried to hide it by saying that he was in the hands of Muslim people in a Muslim country and that he was sure they wouldn’t harm him.

The impact of the first video was the pressure from the Italian government on the Afghan government to release some Talibans. Finally, Hamid Karzai agreed to release five Talibans in exchange for the safe return of Daniel. The Talibans, as per their words, released Daniel intact. During this time, the media and the whole world were only focused on Daniel as he was a foreign journalist released from Taliban captivity. The world and the media conveniently neglected Ajmal – the Afghani. Taliban took advantage of this situation and demanded some more Talibans to be released from the prison. The then Foreign Minister of Afghanistan, Rangeen Spanta, plainly rejected it saying that if the Taliban comes and kidnaps him and demands the release of Talibans from the jail, then he’d rather be killed by them than release any more of their kind! This rude statement created uproar in the already Taliban infested country. People protested the statements and felt more insecure about their lives after that.

The Taliban, on March 6, 2007, gave an ultimatum to the government that if the Talibans were not released, then Ajmal would be killed. The government did not pay much attention to the demands. Meanwhile, Dadullah received a call from Pakistan to kill Ajmal instantly as it would create some needless tension in the Afghanistan government. As a result of this the Taliban separated Ajmal’s head from his body. When Hamid Karzai was asked, why the government acted on the release of Daniel and not of Ajmal’s, his answer was that since Italy had built roads for them they wanted to keep the healthy relationship intact.

Ajmal’s family and friends were aghast at this cruel incident. They are still trying to come to terms with the fact that their calm, polite and brave Ajmal met such a cruel fate. In fact, Ajmal’s father went on to say that he felt that Karzai himself was equivalent to the Taliban because of his decision.

Interestingly, this movie cleared certain misconceptions about the Afghanis, Talibans and the peaceful religion of Islam. According to the documentary, the Soviet Union and Afghanistan went into war around late 80s. The US, which was eagerly waiting for a chance to defeat the Soviet Union, created a new breed called Taliban. They wanted to make it a religious war. In fact, the University of Nebraska trained the poor children, people affected by the war and the refugees from those war torn parts of the country by creating a new religion called ‘Jihad’ – The Holy War. Also, the partner in their (the US) crime was the ISI of Pakistan. In this war around 1 million Afghanis and 15,000 Soviet soldiers died. Later, Taliban went on to become more demonic and finally kept their hands on their creator – The US. They were the mastermind behind 9/11.

The uncanny resemblance this sequence of events had with a story from Hindu mythology made me reflect. The tale of the demon Basmasura and Lord Shiva has a very similar tinge to it. Basmasura the demon, tries to kill Lord Shiva – his creator.

A lot of other aspects of this never ending feud came to surface. One could easily make out that the Afghanistan government is nothing but the puppet in the hands of the US for obvious reasons. This came out loud and clear specially in those press conferences where the Foreign Minister and the Prime Minister sounded so helpless and weak like abandoned orphans.

I do not care about which government does what. My only concern is, in this power politics, the sufferers are none other than the common people. In this war with Taliban, common people of Afghanistan, Pakistan and the refugees in those borders continue to be the worst affected. Also, affected were those innocent people who were working on that fateful day of 9/11 at the World Trade Center (and near by buildings) and those people on the hijacked flights. This thought haunts me day and night. This made me more insecure as a citizen of such a world.



Adolescence-The loss of innocence

Adolescence - the very word sounds psychological to me. I had never heard of this term until I reached my graduation even though I was already in that phase.

Adolescence is a transitional phase between childhood and adulthood. In technical trms, a human being undergoes a lot of physical as well as psychological changes. We all pass out from this phase eventually and while some of us have pleasant experiences, others have adventurous or not so good experiences. It is generally believed that during this period a person's character/personality shapes up. For me adolescence was a boon in disguise!!!
As a child, I was very naive and a below average student in my school. My teachers never helped me to overcome my deficiency nor were my parents of much support. I don’t blame my parents because they had thousands of other things to deal with and as far as my teachers were concerned they themselves were inefficient. Because of all these, my confidence level went down to zero, which in turn affected my communication skills. Let me not deviate from the topic now.

I guess God must have felt pity on me since thus came a turning point (adolescence) in my life, where my fate had been predestined. It swept me off my feet!!! I was high in the air! Soon my life was transformed for the better. However, the transition was not so smooth. I underwent lot of inner turmoil, identity crisis, strained relationships with my folks, a suffering academic level etc. I was also unable to maintain steady relationships with my friends and experienced inferiority complex. I was disturbed and confused teenager and at some point I even contemplated suicide. But then slowly things started changing. I began reading spiritual books, started going to temples and began looking for solace in God – the ultimate reality.

In college I made new friends and focused on my studies. Slowly I started opening up, built a good rapport with professors and started reading more books ranging from sex to spirituality. This somehow boosted my inner confidence and I started working towards building up my individuality. However, despite all this I was still unclear about my ambitions in life. At this point my professors played a very major role in shaping up my character. They helped me to realize my inner potential by constantly giving me moral support. Within two years, I started working towards realizing my goal. Soon I became a completely different person. I became a street-smart, a leader, a wise person, an agony aunt and a counselor to my peers. In short I became a highly enthusiastic and energetic girl who would never walk away from a challenge.

Soon I also realized that I want to be a journalist...so I began working towards it. I faced lot of hurdles during the journey. Sometimes, my own people used to discourage me. At times, without their own knowledge they used to hurt me by bringing back the ghost of my past and I used try to run away from the situation just to avoid having to revisit those moments again. Meanwhile, I had also started reading the Bible and the Bhagavat. This enlightened me to some extent and made me a super-sensitive human being. I learnt to forgive people, I learnt to empathise with people, I learnt to ignore people, I learnt to love people despite their flaws, I learnt to accept them the way they are and above all I learnt to respect people. With spiritual help and constant support from my brother, teachers and friends, I somehow succeeded. I graduated from one of the top most colleges in Mumbai and Post graduated from one of the nation’s top third journalism institutes.

Back then it was unthinkable for a strict Madhwa Brahmin girl to go to a beauty parlor. In my family, it was considered unholy and a taboo. But as a human being I was very much interested in fashion and style. My self-confidence helped me to break the stereotypical rules. This got me the tag “glamorous ignorant girl”. Hence, due to familial pressure I had to kill that feminine part in me. I lost interest in applying make-up or decking up. Even now I’m least bothered about my dressing sense and other related stuff.

As a woman, I was (and I’m) damn serious about chastity. This may be due to my familial background or associations with some staunch feminist professors. They say if character is gone then everything is gone. For me my character and chastity are my soul. Here I would like to share a funny incident. In one of my monologues with God, I promised Him that I would never trim my eyebrows as it was designed by Him and so wanted to maintain the purity of it. For me untrimmed eyebrows were a symbol of innocence. I broke my own promise to God as well to satisfy the rule laid down by my family. During my post-graduation one of my friends insisted on trimming my eyebrows. Reluctantly I went ahead and trimmed it and when I saw myself in the mirror I was shocked to see that my face had indeed lost its innocence. Not only this but my friend too echoed my fear. She said, “Jaya you are looking cunning and shrewd.” Later she told me that she was just joking but it took me a month to deal with those words.

But when I look back now, I feel how innocent and selfless I really was. The journey from childhood to adolescence has partially damaged my innocence even though it made me a better individual.








PS: Knowledge and financial independency gave me the courage to break all the ignorant social rules. Hence whenever I come across any suppressed woman, I try to encourage her to break those shackles and embrace freedom. After all freedom is our birth right. This is not the end here…





Aryanisation of India

Nothing is more interesting than our ancient Indian history. We all know India's ancient name is Bharat. But does any one know how that name came into existence? Well India got its name Bharat after the great Solar dynasty Aryan King Bharata - son of Shakuntala and Aryan King Dushyanta. India was also known as "Aryavrata" since the land was then ruled by the Aryans.

It is said that Aryans had waged a war against the aborigines and destroyed the entire Harappan civilisation. According to some scholars, Aryans came from Gaul (present Germany and part of France, Luxumberg and Belgium). While others including our freedom fighter Bal Gangadhar Tilak track Aryan's roots to the Arctic region. The origin of Aryans have so far remained a mystery.

Aryans - the aggressive race founded the Vedic religion in India. According to history, they also divided the society into four classes (purely based on the occupation):

* Brahman - The priest class
* Kshatriya - The ruler class
* Vaishya - The business class
* Shudra - The servant class

The Aryans also came up with four Vedas:

Rig Veda - mainly deals with the creation of universe, body, soul and mind
Yajur Veda- deals with art of living
Sama Veda - consists of musics, art and literature
Atharva Veda - teaches witch craft, medicines animistic worship. Ayurveda -the ancient medicine method is categorised under this.

As per Rig Veda, the world was created by Virat Purusha (addressed to as the supreme being). The rishis /sages sacrificed the Purusha and out of his mouth Brahmanas were born, Kshatriyas were born from his arms, Vaishyas from his thighs and Shudras from his feet.

Since Brahmanas were born from his mouth, they are considered as highest class. They are also associated with the power of knowledge. So they occupied the top hierarchy in the class pyramid. The Baudhâyanas'rauta-sûtra says Vishvamitra, Jamadagni, Bharadvâja, Gautama, Atri or Krisnatriya, Vasishtha, Kashyapa and Agastya are 8 rishis/sages, who formed the Brahmanism. These eight sages are sons of Lord Brahma - the creator in Hindu mythology. The lineage of these eight sages are declared to be Gotras. Brahimins ruled the other three classes.

Aryans, in order to expand their vast empire made matrimonial peace with the aborigines and Dravidian's - ancient rulers of Southern India. Thus, today's Indian population no more holds the pure blooded Aryans. The effect of the Aryan civilization on our land has been so intense, that to this day we continue to follow some of their rituals and rules. As far as I know, Aryans' Vedic religion is the only ancient religion in the world, which sustained/survived so far...

The mystery of origin of Aryans still continues...



The Perfectly Imperfect Soul Mate

At some point of time in life, we all wonder about that special soul mate. As a teenager, even I used to wonder a lot. But as years passed on, I got engrossed in my own world building a career, chasing my dreams and following my interests. After achieving enough success on the professional front and leading a carefree and independent life, who would want to get into the clutches of the so called complicated relationships? I was not ready to shed my single hood and secondly who wants to loose the freedom so easily?

I always used to think that a relationship will make my world small and dingy. A point came in my life, where everybody (including my folks) started wondering how come I don't have any boy friend. One of my girl friends one day asked me - "How come Jaya you are still single? I can't believe a beautiful girl like you doesn't have a boyfriend!" She sounded as if it was a crime to be single. I was single by choice. There were guys who had professed their interest in me but somehow it didn't appeal to me. After all feminism was ruling my head! :)

My friends and folks used to bother me with various personal questions. As soon as I entered mid-20s, my parents started pressuring me to get married and settle down. But I was not ready to sacrifice my dear freedom and financial independence. Me, as a feminist, had lot of apprehensions about getting into long term relationships especially marriage. At some point, I had the fear of losing my own identity in the whirlpool of marital life

Life became monotonous soon. I craved for something new to happen. I don't know what I wanted. I became like a confused teenager. After a lot of introspection, I suddenly realized that something is incomplete because despite of having loads of friends, busy weekends...my soul was experiencing a void.

Soon I found myself thinking a lot about my future soul mate. I used to wonder about things like - Who is he? Where is he? What is he upto? Will he ever reciprocate my love? Thousands of questions used to cook "Khayali Pulav" in my mind. I fell in love with my future (faceless) soul mate :) That is how my soul searching journey began.

But despite all this I was not ready to meet any prospectives as I lost faith in the concept of arranged marriage. My friends started advising me to wait for the right time. I used to wonder what is this right time? I used to get lots of "gyaan" from them. They used to alert me by saying - "Jaya please keep your eyes and ears open. You never know you may find your soul mate here..." However, I never paid any attention to any of it.

Then one day my brother posted my profile on a matrimonial website. Religiously he used to forward me the prospectives' mail or express interest and like his good sister I diligently used to delete it without ever having a proper look at the content. But one fine morning, I was deleting more such e-mails, when my eyes caught a title - "Existing in Pieces". For a moment I thought how true, we all live in pieces. Then I read the entire profile and sent an email to Shashi Krishna, the author of Existing in Pieces and the perfectly imperfect soul mate of mine. :) That day...was January 11, 2009. The day I finally got a face for my faceless soul mate. After six long painful months of waiting we finally got married. Finally my void was filled with his unconditional love and I became complete :) Now I can't see my future without him.

Shashi is now in Denmark and I'm in India as I'm yet to receive my Danish visa. Hence, I am now eagerly looking forward to our grand reunion.

Shashi - this writing is dedicated to you as you made me realise that both man and woman are incomplete without each other. I hold half of your soul now and you hold half of mine. I patiently await the day our souls can become one again. Until then, I give you these words.





Origin of India

Trillions of years ago, there was only one continent on the Earth and that was "Supercontinent". According to scientists, all the six continents (America, Europe, Africa, Antarctica, Asia and Oceania) were conjoined and together they formed Supercontinent, much before human being came into existence. As per one of theories, present day South America, Central and South Africa, India, East Antarctica and Australia joined North America. However, the continuous natural calamities like Tsunami, earthquakes, volcano eruptions, avalanches, cyclones etc. made the tectonic plates at the base of the earth to drift apart from each other. Thus, resulting in the formation of the (present day) six continents.It is very interesting to note that even the Himalayan ranges are the result of this tectonic accident. Thus, our India was born geographically.

Hindustan - the name was actually given by the Persians (now Iranians), who derived it from the river Sindhu, now partially in Pakistan. The Persians were unable to pronounce the word "Sindhu", thus the word "Indu" or "Indus" were born. Hindustan is two different word coined together i.e., Hindu+stan. In Sanskrit, "Stan" or "Sthan" means place. Later Britishers anglicised Indu or Indus to India. There is also another theory about the origin of the name India. Some theories says that the name "India" is actually derived from a tree called Indica, which was found in abundance here.

The people who belonged to the land of Hindustan were came to be known as "Hindus". This shows Hinduism is not a religion (as portrayed by the world over the years) but a community, who settled down on the bank of river Sindhu.

Indus valley civilisation is one of the oldest and the strongest civilisation, the world has ever witnessed. It extended from the river Sindhu in the North West to the Ganges river in the East. The Indus valley people called themselves, "Aryans- the ferocious blue blooded race."

During the same period, Africa witnessed the mysterious Egyptian civilisation, the West witnessed Greek/Spartan civilisation and the Middle East witnessed Mesopotamian (Iraq) civilisation. It is interesting to note that all the four civilisations are intermingled with each other. For eg., all the civilisations started on the bank of rivers, secondly all the four communities worshipped the five natural elements i.e., Fire, Water, Sky, Air and Earth.

For more, watch out the sequel - Aryanisation of India


Happy 63rd Independence Day!

Today is 63rd Independence Day of our dear country – India. I was watching one of the news channels how our present Prime Minister Dr. Manmohan Singh has hoisted the tricolor with a promise of making India the world power. India - the world power!!! Sounds good! In fact the blood gushed much faster in my veins. I suddenly felt patriotic and choked for a moment. My country a super power…As an Indian I always loved my country blindly and took pride in my ancestry. India is the only country in the world, which can be found in a global map without borders. It is the only country in the world where one can witness snow covered mountains in the north, silky sand deserts in the west, gigantic river Ganges in the east and Indian Ocean in the south. India, within itself is a super continent.

However, after a major monologue a question rose in my mind – “is India really an emerging nation as portrayed by the media?” But then how come the farmers are still committing suicide every year despite agriculture being main occupation of the country? The richer is becoming richer and the poor is becoming poorer. There are places in India, where still there is no transportation or electricity or communication lines. A survey by WHO revealed that over 50% of people in Orissa die of malnutrition. Orisaa, which is rich in minerals and iron ore mines, is highly poverty stricken state in India. Why can't we make better use of our assets and become self-sufficient. Why did the government allow foreign companies to mine in India when we have steel giants like Tata and Jindal.

Lokmanya Tilak started off swadeshi moment in order to circulate the revenue within the country. But what is happening now? Our own people as well as rulers are selling the patents to foreigners just for the perishable chunk of notes. I'm wondering if Tilak would have been alive what he might have done looking at the pathetic condition of our mother India. Would the freedom fighters have ever fought for the freedom if they had know that 63 Years down the lane the fate of the country is nothing but a shit.

We talk about foreign enemies(terrorists) attacking India but what are we suppose to do with the criminals/enemies within the country? A survey by one of the leading magazines ffound that India ranks 167th in terms of safety and security. How can India be ever safe? Once upon a time Dawood Ibrahim- the great underworld don was ruling the finance hub of India. Why couldn't our great rulers stopped him or caught hold of him? Because they were all puppets in his hands. Nothing is impossible they say but I'll say making India the best, safe and secured place in the world is impossible.

The country is still witnessing female infanticide, rapes, dowry, murders, robberies, bribes. I can see tears in my mother India's eyes, who is helplessly witnessing all this. Like shown in the movie "Swades", when someone compares India with other countries, we immediately defend our country by recounting its glorious past and our great shastras and puranas. Does any Hindu even know a basic Ramayana or Mahabharata or simple Bhagvada? I would also blame today's youth who take pride in western culture instead of their own fantabolous culture and the country. Our ancestors have given us wonderful glorious past to cherish with but what are we going to give our future generations? Ill principles, unsecured future, immoral values?

Who is responsible for this?

* We the citizens of India or
* the politicians (who are ruling the country), or
* the enemies (within as well as foreign)

This pent up emotion will keep on going let me end this blog by remembering a line from a Hindi poem (which I studied in 4th standard), "Mera Desh Jal raha hai koi nahin bhujane wala". My apologies for the poet as I don't remember his name but this very line remained in my heart since then.

Rulers! India is not shining but burning!

Jai Hind!!!




Welcome to my world

I Jaya Rao Krishna warmly welcomes you to my world (of blogging)!!!

First of all, I would like to dedicate this Blog to my one and only little niece - Stuti. She is my inspiration, my strength, my luck and my world.

The painful sepration from her has instigated me to express my bolted up feelings in front of the world. Stuti Tuty-Fruty I love you very very much!!! Infact love you more than myself :)