This was an attempt to comprehend the shocking nature of two events related to the Godhra massacre in 2002 that led to retaliation and riots (not a pogrom):
1. How can humans even consider killing civilians, including women and children just a few feet away?
2. How can the newspapers and television spin such barbaric and tragic events, year after year, to score points and increase profits?
It feels like it is impossible to try reconcile the irreconcilable madness that was Godhra & its aftermath and find some closure (thats the in-word now a days). I've been trying various thought experiments. One such was imagining a humane conversation between the conscience/Atma of a killer and a toddler victim (a child is conscience itself) in the ill-fated train coach before the event and wondering if there was even a small chance that somebody in that train station had a flicker of understanding that we all come from and are part of the same unity consciousness ...
After ten years, it is apparent that the story tellers (the media and the eminent historians and the Darth Vaders they serve) come across as the truly inhuman ones in this disaster.
What happened over the hours and days exactly 10 years ago was frenzied manslaughter and response on a terrible scale, but in the end it is the story teller who is guilty of the cold-blooded murder of
justice for ten years. Ten years and counting.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
“Hi”, I greeted a co-traveler who appeared before me as I took in the tea-stained set of clothes he wore for this journey. “Hello lady” he replied immediately noticing the pretty Salwar that I was wearing, “Nice Indian color. I see you are getting ready for the fire ceremony”. “Yes”, I replied, smoothing my dress that seemed to be creased with nervousness. Sensing this he said “Don’t worry, it’s going to be just fine. Besides, I heard that you will get a brand new dress on your next trip”. That lightened me up a bit. His timely appearance of course meant that he would be one of the priests who would initiate the fire-ceremony later today. Although we all were people of Purna, I noticed that his Bhu-log costume and my Agni-jan dress did kind of clash and so I pressed him for more details.
He went on: “Yes, we are all people of the Purna, make no mistake, despite what the story-tellers say. I’m one of the Bhu-log on this trip and may be part of Agni-Jan the next time. At least that’s what the seers say. They see things quite differently from the story tellers.” I nodded and innocently asked him “Will there also be Agni-Jan priests who will be performing this ceremony?” He replied “Not this time. I always go by the book in this journey.” I realized that this person meant business. He continued: “All this must be a bit confusing I know. The Agni-jan can get initiated into the ceremony by Bhu-log and on a few other occasions it’s the other way around. The story tellers who do not understand Purna confuse matters further by claiming that while such no such distinction can be drawn among priests, the same does not apply to those who undergo the ceremony. I'm afraid my dear, that after this journey, they will tell very little about you. Besides, you are too young to be initiated into a fire ceremony. There are a few more ceremonies coming up in the next few days …,", he trailed off. ".. But not to worry sweetie. I will be there with you. Did you know that but for the ceremony, you would have had a chance to visit the birthplace of a journey of Purna itself. In fact some Agni-jan say that during this particular journey, he took the form of a great and kind king who initiated his queen, the daughter of Bhu-lok into a fire ceremony. Let me tell you his story”. Like all kids, I loved stories and gradually became immersed in it and dozed off as he whispered “bye” and floated way to his position.