Nothing Suits her….. Dull colour

After a long time, I heard it. At the age of 45 yrs, once again, a nasty comment about my dark-skin. I am immediately supposed to feel inferior and know “my place”. A parting shot meant to reduce me to a nothing!

But why am I surprised? Its just that… in the life I live, the choices I made, these are non issues and I did not really expect it to be said to me, not at this point in my life.. Particularly, now, that I am an older working woman with a 15 yr old daughter. Why did I forget that this belief: that dark skin equals ugly, is deeply entrenched in millions of Indian minds, both of the fair and dark-skinned, becoming an intrinsic part of our psyche.

Let me cite some examples, about things said to my face when I was in my early 20’s:

- “Yeh fast colour hai kya”? (Said with a smirk!)
- “Tum kaale ho to kya hua, hum dilwale hain!! (some pan spitting turd, by the roadside)
- “You should wear only light colours with such skin (As if!)
- “You should not drink so much coffee”!
- and ( referring to a fair skinned woman) “She is not like you; she will not have a problem in the future. Wonder what will happen to you?!” (Such horrors!!!)

My Dravidian skin went on to cause embarrassment to many. Apparently, even in globalised urban India only fair-skinned women are beautiful. What to do …………we are like this only.

Earlier the ads were about the dark and miserable girl not getting her “ pati parmeshwar”. Now that we are “modern”, the dark and miserable girl loses her job opportunity to the “gori”, confident girl (naturally!!!). These ads are made by modern, educated, urban folks : recklessly and brutally, all to sell some creams. They obviously have no qualms. No surprises there!

We the people of a Sovereign, Socialist, Secular, Democratic, Republic are protected from discrimination on the grounds of religion, race, caste, sex, place of birth or any of them.

The discrimination faced by dark skinned women in India, goes on…

How to sell a Magic Bracelet

There is a bracelet which gets sold on TV via a hilarious commercial. Wearing it makes you strong and wards off “bad”, “envious” vibrations from extremely jealous people. It makes you “successful” and even worse; men who discarded you earlier for being fat, boring and poor start falling at your feet.
My “mai-baap” sarkar has many such magic bracelets to sell. Potent of all is one they call “progress/development”
In short everything that is old and familiar gets thrown for the shiny and glittery whether one needs it or not.
The shiny, glittery stuff comes with the menacing.
The shiny, glittery stuff is coming with the rape of our people, rivers, forests, animals and habitat.
The shiny , glittery stuff comes with the rabid , foaming types telling you what to wear , what to read, how to think, who to talk to , who to exclude, who to marry…..its endless. The noise is getting deafening.
Well, to be fair the rabid, foaming types were always around; it’s just that they are shriller now. What’s the word? Ah yes …impunity
Menacing combined with impunity. I don’t want the magic bracelet.

LET THERE BE COOKING ON THE STREETS

Vietnam was magical. Everything I dreamt of and more. I went there wanting to see the chu chi tunnels and the emotions and thoughts it raised within me left me sitting in complete silence, humility and amazement at the Vietnamese as a people. About the chu chi tunnels, another day….may be after another visit. To recapture the wonder and awe I felt at the moment. 

Watching the magnificent Vietnamese women, their vibrant street stalls , their business acumen,  the incredible hot food cooked on the streets,  their quick and methodical negotiations, their mobility, their hard work  in every part of the country, my thoughts would keep coming back to the street stalls and hawkers in Mumbai and some other places inIndia. 

Being a working mother in Mumbai, in all my hectic running around, I am a sad witness to the daily mental torture faced by our street stall vendors and hawkers. Instead of valuing their incredible contribution, their grit and allowing more and more women access to this world of entrepreneurship our “sarkar” treats them as criminals, steals their meagre goods and heartlessly destroy their wooden or plastic boxes/stalls. There is always a violation of some rule or notification. Unfortunately since hunger does not wait for a rule or notification, their only way out is to feed the insatiable appetite of our sarkari representatives. Till the next week when the cycle of fear, demolition, stealing and bribing begins all over again. If they have to feed and clothe their children, they have to bribe….as simple as that. No legal niceties and obscure and exotic discussion on Corruption Law will help then. 

Our brown Sahibs and memsahibs (many of them very active in anti corruption campaigns) , with plenty of free time and money on their hands, in the guise of social work are part and parcel in the  destruction of livelihoods. Their social work, which often means walking up and down the street where hawkers are making a living, calling up contacts in the Bombay Municipal Corporation and coaxing them to do their duty of demolition. Hawkers are seen as a “menace” and people who dare to cause “traffic problems”.  Our archaic BMC act and Indian Penal Code come to good use in this extraordinary act of destruction. How nice to go back to a chilled beer after the rigor of social work.

The National Policy on Street vending, oh yes, we actually do have such a policy by the Ministry of Housing and Poverty Alleviation: which praises street vendors,  calling them one of the largest segment of the unorganised work force which provides affordable services for common people

Allow me to selectively quote the Supreme Court in Gainda Ram and Ors.
Vs.Respondent: M.C.D. and Ors (2010)10SCC715)

Para 66. “ Certain broad facts cannot be lost sight of. Whatever power this Court may have had, it possibly cannot, in the absence of a proper statutory framework, control the ever increasing population of this country. Similarly this Court cannot control the influx of people to different metro cities and towns in search of livelihood in the background of the huge unemployment problem in this country. While there is a burning unemployment on one hand, on the other hand there is a section of our people, that, having regard to its ever increasing wealth and financial strength, is buying any number of cars, scooters and. three wheelers. No restriction has apparently been imposed by any law on such purchase of cars, three wheelers, scooters and cycles. There is very little scope for expanding the narrowing road spaces in the metropolitan cities and towns inIndia. Therefore, the problem is acute. On the one hand there is an exodus of fleeting population to metro cities and towns in search of employment and on the other hand with the ever increasing population of cars and other vehicles in the same cities, the roads are choked to the brim posing great hazards to the interest of general public. In the midst of such near chaos the hawkers want to sell their goods to make a living. Most of the hawkers are very poor; a few of them may have a marginally better financial position. But by and large they constitute an unorganized poor sector in our society. Therefore, structured regulation and legislation is urgently necessary to control and regulate fundamental right of hawking of these vendors and hawkers.” 

Nice words, now how about providing for solid waste disposal from vending areas, water, public toilets to maintain cleanliness, electricity, some protective cover from rain, heat, dust etc with some fee collected for disposal of solid waste and use of toilet facilities. Watch them flourish.

How about putting an end to the daily harassment and letting them live for a change.

 

An Open letter to Aditya Thakeray

On 6 Oct 2010, HT evaluated top 10 schools in the city; of which Bombay Scottish (Mahim) was No 2. Aditya, I am sure you may not want your cadre to know that you are alumni of this premier institution; as you along with your Bharatiya Vidyarthi Sena demanded and got Rohinton Mistry’s Booker nominated novel Such a long journey withdrawn from the SYBA syllabus. 

Your cadre will also be in the dark as to the fact that Bombay Scottish was evaluated No 2 on parameters of attitude towards learning, diversity ,life-skills education, educational philosophy and what not. I don’t recall any parameters for teaching or learning of Immaturity, Bullying or Abuse of power. Apparently studying and acquiring skills at a premier institute was for the purposes of degrading rather than enhancing your constituency. All the better to lord it over! One life for people like “you” and another for people like “them”? What a waste of good liberal education! 

Aditya, we are well aware that you at the age of 20(?) are about to be launched into your lucrative family business at the Sena’s annual Dussehra rally on Sunday. It helps to stay in the news does it not? So what if it is means violating constitutional rights, illegal censorship etc etc 

The Constitution of India grants citizens with the right of freedom of expression. However, censorship implies some form of restriction on speech, action or communication because it is considered harmful and objectionable by the authorized agency of the government. Thankfully courageous filmmakers, writers and artists have fought valiant battles against government censorship. What we have in this situation is censorship of the bullies. Actually my book-seller said it all: “Madam , when goondas break my glass pane for keeping this book, who will pay? 

The less said about the wise man at the University who caved into your foolish and illegal demand the better. It’s due to weak spineless people at the top that bullies like you breed. Ask any child playing on the roadside Aditya; she or he will tell you “never back down to a bully”. 

I urge all of you to go out and buy   and read Rohinton Mistry’s Booker nominated novel Such a long journey. This book won the Commonwealth Writers Prize for Best Book; the Governor General’s Award and was shortlisted for the Booker Prize.

I urge each one of you to expose and shame these people for who they are. Please support the University of Mumbai Academic Staff Association (Umasa) who have decided to protest about the manner in which the book was pulled out of the syllabus.

Ladies Special: Philippines

It was the anniversary of the Ladies Special Mumbai train when I was fortunate to see some of parts of the Philippines. The Filipino women stand out. Yes a Ladies Special. The Filipino women: hard-working, friendly, resourceful, astute, with a good understanding of money matters. They are everywhere; working outside the home and in, mobile: day and night. A safe place for women to work and travel in. (I am of course comparing it with how we women work and live in India). If the women are safe then possibility of children being safe have to be higher. Right? Also noticeably absent is the feudal hierarchical mindset obvious and prevalent all over even among the most “modern” in India.

Philippines has a colonial past, from Spaniards, Japanese to Americans. Very briefly in the 16th Century the islands were sparsely populated village based communities. By mid 16th century Islam was established in Mindanao, by 1565 the Spanish began their settlements. Most Filipinos have Spanish names. The Spanish Christianized the Filipinos. By the 1870’s the nationalist movement was born. Strangely while there is anger about the Spanish invasion, the Americans whose stamp is all over the country gets less of a mention. Sometime around 1899 the United States purchased the Philippines from Spain and colonized the whole Philippine archipelago. Independence was granted in 1946. The people seem to feel that modern contributions like urbanization, ‘democracy’ was brought by the Americans. Between 1946 and 1972 there was a constitutional democracy similar to the US but in 1972 President Marcos declared martial Law. (Remember stories of his wife Imelda Marcos and her 3000 pairs of shoes? Well she is very much a Page 3 celebrity still.) In 1993 Benigno Aquino (Marco’s most prominent political opponent) was murdered and Cory Aquino (his widow) with support of army wins elections! In 1992Ramos is elected president. In 1998 Estrada (an ageing movie star) is elected president. In 2001 Estrada was impeached which made Vice-president Aroyyo the President. In 2004 she won again on her own.

The timing was not bad, the visit happened during the present Presidential elections. Former President Corazon Aquino’s son is the front runner. There is hope as well as cynicism as the Aquinos and Aroyyos (present president) belong to the same elite. The ruling class everywhere protects status quo and their own kind. Dynasties!!! No surprises there. An interesting addition was a group Ang Ladlad (coming out or ladder). The group said if elected would propose laws that would criminalize discrimination against lesbians, gays, bisexuals and transgender (LGBTs). The commission on elections initially junked the petition of Ang Ladland to join the party list elections but the Supreme Court reversed the decision saying a gay group is a marginalized sector qualified to have representation in Congress.

It seems that President- apparent Senator Benigno ‘Noynoy’ Aquino III of the Liberal party called on President Aroyyo to reconsider her appointment on May 12, 2010 of former chief of staff Supreme Court Associate Justice Renato Corona as New Chief Justice. He was a midnight appointee! Critics say that the Corona appointment is aimed to protect President Aroyyo from graft investigation by her successor. Guess Judicial accountability and corruption is an issue there too.

Of course the American Mall culture is seen in Manila, the capital. When I saw Manila city with all its malls, I was reminded of the book by Annie Leonard “The Story of Stuff”. (It’s mostly about America). She writes “We (Americans) have a problem with stuff. With 5% of the world’s population, consuming 30% of world’s resources, creating 30% of world’s waste. If everyone consumed at US rates, we would need 3-5 planets”. Of all the American influences, the malls stick out, drawing young people and families, unsettling. The same feeling I get when I see all the malls which came up on mill lands in Mumbai and remember the tired weary faces of struggling mill workers outside labour courts. The Left in Philippines says that the Government rather than regulating private sector is controlled by it. A crony-capitalist control we in India are familiar with. However the government seems to have invested in some social housing which is bound to have ripple effects especially for women.

A truly inspiring National Hero, Dr Jose Rizal. There is the Rizal shrine, which is a reconstruction of the colonial period barracks where Dr. Jose Rizal , was confined by the Spaniards during his trial for sedition. Born on 19 June 1861, Calamba, Philippines and executed on 30 December 1896, Manila, Philippines, patriot, physician, writer, poet an inspiration to the Philippine nationalist movement. Son of a prosperous landowner and sugar planter of Chinese-Filipino descent on the island of Luzon influenced by his mother, Teodora Alonso, one of the most highly educated women in the Philippines at that time. He went to study medicine and liberal arts at the University of Madrid. Later medicine in Paris and Heidelberg. A brilliant student, he soon became the leader of the small community of Filipino students in Spain .Religion was used as a tool of expansion by the Spanish. His first novel in Spanish, was Noli Me Tangere, a passionate exposure of the evils of the friar’s rule. On the eve of his execution, while confined in Fort Santiago, Rizal wrote Mi Ultimo Adios (“My Last Farewell”).

Equally or more inspiring is Lola Hilaria, in her 90’s, fighting the good fight alongwith Lila –Philipina, an organization of surviving Filipino ‘comfort’ women who were gang raped by Japanese during World War II(1943). The women were made sex slaves: gang-raped, beaten, and tortured and in the morning, bodies shattered: forced to cook the food and wash the clothes of the soldiers who raped them. Their struggle for dignity continues. Hats off to Lola Hilaria and Lila-Philipina. Men waging war and bodies of women used, as an act of war.

I hesitate and don’t know if there is a connection: but the toilets are called Comfort rooms.

The God of the rice terraces is “Bul-ul”. The ‘Kadangyan’ were the rich families, ‘tagu’ the middle class, the ‘Nawotwot the lower middle-class and the Makibokla the non propertied working class. The Banaue rice terraces, over 2000yrs old, rise amphi-theatre like 3,700 ft above sea level. The vast complex of rice terraces carved into the mountains moves and humbles. It is believed that the indigenous tribes build the terraces by hand covering over 10,000 square kilometers. The rice terraces are a Unesco World Heritage Site.

carved  mountains

Tagaytay, lovely, 60 kms south of Manila City, has the Taal lake and an active Volcano .This active volcano, which last erupted in 1965 supports a tourism industry. Actually Philippines is supposed to be in the middle of the ‘pacific ring of fire’ and has about 200 volcanoes. Taal, the world’s smallest volcano , it seems, has erupted more than 20 times.

Abundant fruits, flowers, trees and vegetables. Oh, I must not forget the delicious fruits: santol (yellow, sweet-sour), dragon fruit (magenta outside , white-black dotted inside, sweet), sininggwelas (small, green, sweet), mangosteen (loved by Korean visitors to Philippines), guyabano (green, like a cross between custard apple and jackfruit), jackfruit, pineapple, strawberries

Food, they cook ubod (inside of the banana stem), sticky rice, Pinakbet (supposed to be vegetarian but cooked in fish oil with shrimp paste added). By the way they use ‘karela’ in many of their meat and vegetable preparations. Arroz Caldo (chicken and rice porridge), Pancit Palabok (Seafood noodles), chicken and Pork adobo etc etc, washed down with San Miguel beer! Speaking of food, I must mention ‘Jollibee’ a giant Filipino food chain competing with McDonalds. Similar food with Filipino flavours.

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If you walk around the market places: be sure to ask: awan tawar na ? (Can you give discount?)

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Filipinos love music and dance. They even have a National Artist for music Levi Celerio who is recognized as the only person who can play music using a leaf!

I want to go back one day, this time to see the Tappiyah falls, the world’s longest underground river( being considered for the new seven wonders of the world), Palawan’s Tubbataha Reef which is the world’s richest biogeographic area- marine life-unesco world heritage site. And before I end, Philippines comprise more than 7000 islands and islets! Imagine the beaches, the flora and fauna.

I do realize, I have created stick figures but for now this is it on the Philippines. Well last thing, Jeepneys and tricycles are truly  interesting modes of travel.

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Tamil quarters and Tiffin (Puducherry)

While the curiosity to see the much talked about ‘French quarters ‘in Puducherry (Pondicherry) was tickled, it is the ‘Tamil quarter’ which fascinates. Tamil quarter in Tamil Nadu; the terminology, a crazy remnant of colonization. Pondicherry was the French interpretation of the original name “Puducherry” meaning new settlement. In 2006 they changed to the name for which the region was known prior to foreign rule. There are many educational institutions in Puducherry and it’s great to see girls and women on mopeds, scooters and bicycles all over the place. A storm water canal separates the French and Tamil quarters. The French quarter with its Goubert Avenue (beach road), Rue- this –that- the other, pretty restaurants, watering holes looked neat , attractive and charming , however it is the color and chaos of the Tamil quarters which draws you. Yes, the warm and choppy Bay of Bengal is close.

The famous Auroville is here. As a local pointed out, brought the Bengalis and foreigners in droves! “Rombam Irike”!

Shocking pink with parrot green, Violet with yellow and orange, cobalt blue with pista green, luminescent yellow with magenta…..it was wonderful. Yes, many of the houses were painted in these colors. All you can do is stare and stare. Oh yes! We Indians understand this well enough! After all “dikhna chahiyee Na”

The colours of ‘moolagapodi’ were everywhere. (A dynamite of powdered dried red chilies (many) white til(sesame seeds),split black gram(urad dal), bengal gram (chana dal), yellow dal (toovar dal) , asafoetida . Try it. YUM!

A bit about the legal status; India is divided into twenty-eight states and seven union territories (UTs). While states have their own government, union territories are administered by the Central government. As of 2008, Puducherry has its own legislature.
But it’s the wonderful fluorescent colors which capture.

Teaching Cruelty to children

Zoos are jails for animals. Except they are innocents who have been sent to jails. The Maharashtra state is talking of building more zoos without bothering to nurture the ones already in existence. They are even threatening to convert the precious tree-cover at the Jijamata Zoo at Mumbai into a concrete monstrosity. Catch more defenseless animals from their natural habitats and their community lives and send them to be tortured for display in jails. Why speak only of Maharashtra, this is the tragedy repeated all over our Karma and ahimsa- mouthing nation. All our religions speak of compassion to speechless animals. By keeping mute animals in zoos, we are teaching children that it’s ok to confine and keep living beings in captivity. As adults we shake our heads in bewilderment at the violence within or outside our homes. Where are our children learning this kind of alienation and hate? They learn to hate and cruelty from us: adults. We are responsible.

One of the ways in which we teach children cruelty and hate is by participating in or turning a blind eye to the daily hurting, stoning, burning, gouging etc of stray animals. One wise woman told me, Mini why do you call them stray animals, are they not Indian animals? She also introduced me to a wonderful book “Sarama and her children “by Bibek Debroy. Sarama is the dog of the gods. She is God Indra’s dog .This book traces the Indian attitude towards dogs beginning with the pre-vedic Indus Valley civilization. Its extraordinary.

Our Constitution lays down our Fundamental Duties in Article 51-A, (g); it is the duty of every citizen of India to protect and improve the natural environment including
forests, lakes, and rivers/wildlife and to have compassion for living creatures. Section 428 and Section 429 of The Indian Penal Code punishes cruelty towards animals. Prevention of Cruelty Act of 1960 was enacted to prevent cruelty to animals and it also seeks to protect animals while punishing cruelty. regulating transportation of animals, slaughterhouses, establishment of Societies etc. There are many other statutes.

But the daily acts of injustice to animals who have been left with little choice, by us “superior beings” continue. We are not superior, just desperately foolish. Would superior beings destroy other living creatures and our own environment which nourish life?

ANIMALS MAKE US HUMAN
Another wonderful book, a must read by Temple Gradin and Catherine Johnson, Says it all. 

Opium

A bitter, yellowish-brown, strongly addictive narcotic drug prepared from the dried juice of unripe pods of the opium poppy and containing alkaloids such as morphine, codeine, and papaverine. It numbs or stupefies.Morphine is the bitter crystalline alkaloid, extracted from opium, the soluble salts of which are used in medicine as an analgesic, a light anesthetic, or a sedative. Opium in its various avatars dulls the senses and induces apathy, relaxation or torpor. The much maligned Karl Marx was right.

No matter what the gut wrenching fear, deprivation or insecurity : Say “Uski marzee” while looking up at the ceiling. Thankfully for our post British “maai-baaps” most of this incredible land is deadened with this narcotic.

We are doubly fortunate; we have plenty of petty amusements which keep us occupied in our deadened state. Like the Romans, before their decline, that is: I won’t say we got Bread and circuses. We did better with Opium and circuses.

A Whodunit…..in times when children eat mud: Case of the Missing Soul

Any tacky crime novel with the cool, all-knowing sleuth will tell us: to solve the crime, find the beneficiaries. Our tragedy as Indians is that even when we know who the beneficiaries are, even with a brutal history of colonization we either collude in the crime or get trampled by the beneficiaries. In our cowardice, ignorance and fear we also trample the people who try to lift the veil for us. I imagine the vicious diatribes, and outright lies floated about Arundati Roy and many others like her tell it all. If I am not mistaken, Mussolini’s government made it clear at Gramsci’s trial that they wanted to stop his brain from working!!
As for our watchdogs of democracy…now known as corporatised media, being watchdogs for big business is obviously more lucrative. As for the Fifth Schedule of the Constitution a battle awaits .The Fifth Schedule of the Indian Constitution provides protection to the adivasi (tribal) people living in the Scheduled Areas of nine states in the country from alienation of their lands and natural resources to non tribals. This constitutional safeguard is now under imminent threat

Fact remains that these are times of Gravest Displacement where large numbers of people are being forcibly thrown out of their lives and livelihoods, be it in the name of thermal power projects, SEZs, large dams, bauxite mining , iron ore mining coal blocks cement plants , corporate land grabs … and whatnot. Lives and childhoods destroyed for ever. What is the impact of these actions on bio-diversity and precious water bodies?

A thought often crosses my mind, these MNC’s and invading lobbies with their “education funds” for our rulers, junkets and trips for media ; are they allowed to plunder the natural resources of their own lands with wanton abandon as they would desire…..or oops! Of course, stringent standards preventing acquisition of lands, protection of environment protection of indigenous communities etc are in place there. Bringing destruction to browns and blacks in the name of progress is old hat. As for our Indian Looters….they know what to grease, who to grease and which grease to use. That’s all it takes.

All options are open! Screamed headlines the earlier week
All options are open in resource-rich adivasi lands as the State intensifies action following Naxal attacks.

Yes all options are always open for the state. Our Rulers, the elite. The MNC’s and their “chamchas” will see deaths of poverty stricken people as collateral damage. After all to become a “global superpower” certain sacrifices will have to be made. As long as the sacrifices are not of one of their own. Then be they sacrifices of poverty-stricken Jawans or poverty-stricken adivasis.

Yesterday was Ambedkar Jayanti; look at what we did with the precious legacy Dr. Ambedkar left us with. What options have been left for our people, farmers, artisans, tribals and backward castes when their land and livelihood are robbed and alienated from them? What are we teaching our children? In this whodunit, questions of raw unending deprivation, a hunger worse than sub-Sahara, lost childhood, deforestation, reduction of people to beggars, people cornered into do or die situations remain open. It’s not for nothing that cries of “Jaan denge par Jameen nahin denge” can be now heard form different corners of this ancient land.

Koi Jeeta Koi Haara

Some days tired and alone, I join battle weary lawyers sitting around yakking in the Barrooms or the crowded subsidized canteens in court buildings. Most of the stories are about triumph in court (all due to their own brilliance!)or how victory was snatched out of their claws because of something completely beyond their control (obviously!) like a cranky judge who hated their guts, sharp practices of the other side lawyer….almost anything under the sun… …. outside of themselves. I love listening to lawyers. They are full of stories; each one is a walking- talking novel. Some are full of themselves and some full of witticisms. Some generous and warm-hearted, some wise and some, well ……………just plain avoidable.

Some come from metros, some from small towns, a minority from villages. Each converging as if into an ocean yet remaining separate. It is an individualistic profession.
It’s a world replete with strict hierarchies. Feudal in many ways. I once heard juniors hurrying behind a senior, holding their briefs saying to one another, “I am one week senior to you’!!!. That how strict hierarchies are!!!!

Like Politics and Bollywood, this too is now a world of father-son, husband-wife, mama-bhanja, biwi-beti-beta brigades. There are snooty, cash rich firms who are the Brahmins of practice. Ofcource the outsiders also get legroom and then muscle their way in…but the ride is longer, harder, leaner. Some give up halfway. There are brilliant seniors, superstars, stand-ins, warriors, Judge-children, Seniors-children, firms, the majority-strugglers and even those surviving on the fringe. All having diverse places in the pecking order. The Warriors, the one’s taking up cases of those unable to get efficient representation, handling uncomfortable cases against big businesses, police, state: fight tough lonely battles. They break out of narrow legal confines of self interest to tackle head-on issues considered untouchable: usually in the realm of civil, political and economic rights. Many times, those up the monetary ladder in the profession even look down on the warriors as not being “real” lawyers. But these warriors are the heart of the profession, keeping it from getting grubby.

Once traveling in the lift in one of the court buildings, I heard one litigant shaking his head in helpless anger, “kaale Coat aur Khaki se bach ke rehana” (Beware of the black coat and khaki uniform). Yes there are bad apples. This profession too reflects all the flux that Indian Society is in today. All the layers, differences, nuances of class, gender, caste, urban-small town divides can be seen in practicing lawyers too. Of late religious differences too have crept up among some, but this is a largely secular group.

Since people on the fringe draw my maximum attention, I watch old combat weary lawyers who have hit on hard times with faded, tattered coats, young “chaalu” lawyers living by their wits soliciting work from the streets outside courts. Sometimes excesses by some lead to a decline in public sympathy for the entire tribe. So even as some members take a cynical view, many others are doing their jobs in extremely difficult circumstances.

In the midst of all this I watch and try to pick up nuggets, valuable lessons both related to law and life. When my young students ask me about taking up a career in law. Kaleidoscopic images run through my mind. About a universe within a universe. What do I tell? Often, as someone without any “backing”, I too am in many ways an outsider, looking in through the glass panes. I think about the daily struggle. The daily testing lawyers go through in the hands of Judges, clients and even court staff. The adrenaline rush of getting hard-won reliefs and the desperate low of a no-win. The wonderful joy of reading and learning everyday. The pleasure of reading a compassionate, well-thought out , legally sound judgement by some judges, still in touch with the lives of the ordinary Indians. The friendships, the thankyous of appreciative clients, the unexpected acts of kindness, the fact that lawyers help and bail out one another in stressful times in court. I find myself unable to articulate all this. One has to be actually in practice to understand the exquisite highs and the gut wrenching lows.

Instead, I give them first the good news: No retirement age, you can go on till you drop dead !. I then tell my students about the new areas opening up in the legal field, I tell them about work carried out by lawyers other than litigation. I tell them about using their law degrees in combination with other degrees like chartered accountancy, management, taxation, banking, arbitration etc etc

Fearful of sounding like a pontificating adult, I end it by quietly adding two things, one: when you are at a crossroad in your law practice and unable to decide, take the compassionate road. In life you always get a choice between compassion and cruelty. Two: Read everything you can lay your hands on: about Bhagat Singh. He was only twenty-three when he was executed on 23 March 1931. Imagine the possibilities of youth!

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