The Mother

(Found this one accidentally. Had written this about six years back for a 'Short story' competition. Remember typing this out sitting in a cyber cafe. Certainly not my best work, but worth sharing.)

The afternoon rays of the sun filtered through the trees towards the three tiger cubs flirting around with themselves in the dirt and enjoying the balmy sunlight on their furry little backs. A few feet away, resting calmly and watching her cubs lovingly, was their mother, Sita.  The queen of her territory in this tiger reserve of Ranthambhore, Sita, a 14-year-old tigress with a large and gleamingly beautifully striped body, had given birth to this litter six weeks back. The cubs were now old enough to eat raw meat instead of their daily dosage of mother’s milk.

Sita had killed a wild boar four days back but it didn’t satiate the whole family's hunger for long. Hunting was a very difficult business in the summer months in Ranthambhore; what with the scorching Rajasthan heat and intense humidity, she would tire easily after running just a few miles.

Now she desperately needed to hunt as she had three more mouths to feed other than hers. So she waited for darkness to descend, which would allow her to hunt with much more precision.

As the light dimmed, Sita rose from her place and with great care took each of her cubs in her jaws and placed them in a small crevice besides the bushes. This was a good place to hide her cubs from predators. She looked at them sternly as if signaling them to stay put before she returns.

With a final curt glance at her cubs, she made a dash towards the swamp ahead...

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It was a little past midnight now and the moon shone brightly over the damp grass of the forest floor. The jungle lay eerily still, except for the sound of her heavy paws thumping on the soft grass. Sita was dragging her kill, a large male stag, towards her shelter. She was extremely pleased with herself and relieved that she could now feed her young; as this large stag would easily last for days.

But as she closed in, her body froze. There, just a few feet ahead of her, stood a large fully grown adult male tiger looking not at her but at the bushes ahead of him; where quivering in fear were the three tiger cubs. Sita dropped the kill quietly and was totally alert now. This male was probably from the nearby territory, and male tigers are known to kill smaller cubs to wipe out all competition. The male, whose muscular body glistened in the moon light, was probably twice her size, and was slowly approaching the cubs. Sita knew she had no chance against him but had to act instantly as the tiger was about to make his move any second now. Arching her body up, she lunged straight ahead and pounced on his back. The male, who hadn’t noticed Sita yet, was taken completely aback and fell to the ground. Taking advantage of her position Sita began clawing at his face savagely. The male, with the brute strength he possessed, managed to push her back and was seething with rage; his nostrils flaring in anger. He issued a blood-curdling roar and leapt up fiercely, but Sita was ready. 

The brutal clash that ensued shook the entire jungle. Everything in the vicinity; even the trees and the bushes seemed to be quivering with fear. The two tore away viciously; biting and gnawing at each other's bodies; their snarling and roaring creating a deafening racket. Finally, after about half an hour of ruthless battle, the male bowed out; failing to withstand the power of a mother hell-bent on protecting her young. She would have rather died rather than let her cubs be killed. The male, heavily injured and defeated, strolled away slowly; his head hanging in shame.

Sita finally fell to the ground; panting heavily. Gruesome battle marks were strewn across her body. There was a sudden gust of wind and the leaves of the trees swayed, almost as if applauding the gladiator beneath them. The cubs, who had come out of their hiding space, were now licking their mother's wounds, trying to revive her. Sita forced her head up with all the effort she could muster, and looked at her cubs. All healthy and safe. Satisfied, she rested her head back on the ground. Her eyes fluttered and then closed.

The mother had done her job...

The 'Wright' of our Wild- An interview with leading Wildlife conservationist Belinda Wright

“If only animals could vote”, laments Belinda Wright as she ponders over the failing standards of the Indian wildlife. Known as India’s leading wildlife conservationists, Wright has been known for her charismatic personality and how, despite being of British origin, she has considered India as her home and refused to go back to her original roots.

Belinda Wright 

Speaking from her Delhi based office, the Director of Wildlife Protection Society of India (WPSI), Wright has been working relentlessly for the last three and a half decades for the Indian wildlife.  An NGO which doesn’t exactly carry the tag of international ones the WPSI‘s commitment is primarily to the tigers, their habitat, and the Indian people. Going about her work without bothering about any media glare Belinda is currently extremely occupied with her constant conservation efforts as she prepares for a wildlife enforcement meeting which concluded in China earlier last month.  Just weeks before that she was tied up with a working group for the Planning Commission of India to ideate plans on saving the current Indian wildlife scenario.

Born and brought up in Kolkata (India), her love for wildlife, as she mentions is in her DNA as both her parents were animal lovers.  It was this love for wildlife that inspired her to launch the WPSI.  

Through this organization, she has also tried to reach and help various local communities from remote villages.

In the Sundarbans, over 180,000 mangrove saplings have been planted in and around the Bali Island by the local communities, with the help of Wright and her organization. The locals have also formed a voluntary Tiger Rescue Team which reacts swiftly to any reports of tigers entering nearby villages.

Wright has been a wildlife photographer and filmmaker for the National Geographic Channel and has also won two Emmy Awards and 14 other major international awards for her National Geographic film 'Land of the Tiger' . She has also been conferred with the Carl Zeiss Wildlife Conservation Award 2005. 

It is these kinds of efforts that make Belinda Wright a unique figure in her own right. In an exclusive interview with yours truly she sheds more light on her life, serious issues concerning wildlife and her efforts to save it.

Q.Your views on the current wildlife scenario in India. Do you honestly feel that the Indian Tiger can yet be saved?

Tigers are not a difficult species to save. They breed well and require undisturbed space (particularly to avoid conflict in human habitation), protection, food, and water. Tragically, it seems that we are not able to provide them even these basic survival requirements. What tigers give us in return is unimaginable. Their very presence is the reason for protecting forests that are the source of about 300 rivers. Tigers stop the exploitation and devastation of these forests that are vital for the environmental security and wellbeing of the nation. The tiger is also a keystone species that plays a critical role in keeping the ecosystem that it lives in healthy.

The tiger is an iconic species the world over and the national animal of six nations, including India. If we cannot save a species of this magnitude, how will we be able to save other species, and indeed our precious planet?

Q. How and when did the idea of Wildlife Protection Society of India come up? Tell us about the achievements and breakthroughs that WPSI has managed to make over the years.

Wright at the Dec 2007 seizure in Allahabad 

I founded the Wildlife Protection Society of India (WPSI) to try and bring new energy to the wildlife conservation movement in the 1990s and to fill what I saw was a critical gap, the lack of wildlife enforcement. One of WPSI’s primary aims is to provide support and information to the authorities to combat poaching and the illegal wildlife trade, particularly in wild tigers.

Probably our single biggest achievement is that we have helped ensure that people actually now know how and why tigers and other species valued in the wildlife trade, are brutally killed and traded. We have exposed the facts, and the killings are no longer the guarded secrets of wildlife criminals.

Q. Over the years you have constantly tried to bring the core issues concerning Indian wildlife to the forefront. But somehow they haven’t exactly yielded the results that they should have.  Does frustration creep in after a while?

Fortunately, I have always been a fairly optimistic person, and despite the incredible odds, some positive things do happen. For example, there is a lot more awareness of the problems and needs of wildlife conservation than there was in the past, particularly in civil society and the judiciary. Greed and corruption play a negative role in practically every issue, and wildlife too suffers from this. Political support is also lacking – if only animals could vote!

Q. What exactly do you think is wrong with the Indian system that it is failing to save the falling standards of the Indian wild ?

As I said earlier, the failure is mostly to do with greed and corruption – in the political system, in the forest service, and all the people who put pressure on them to bend the rules. The government has invested huge sums of money for wildlife conservation, but while the one hand provides, the other destroys. Forests are seen as easy pickings for mines, highways, dams, nuclear power stations – just about anything. Another huge problem is our burgeoning human population, which puts pressure on all lands and wild places and results in the growing problem of human-animal conflict.

Q. How and when did your interest in wildlife start?     

Wright with a tiger cub in Patna, 1974

My parents were both animal lovers and we shared our large home in Kolkata with dogs and horses and many orphaned wild animals. My interest and passion was always wildlife, and I have never thought of working on any other subject.

Q. Tell us a bit about your childhood,  your background and your wildlife experiences of your younger days.

My family is of British origin with a long association, going back many generations, with the Indian Subcontinent. My mother was the daughter of an ICS officer and my father was the son of an IPS officer – he was born in Kolkata, and so was I. My brother and I had a wonderful childhood in Kolkata and Bihar (we spent practically all our holidays in what is now Palamau Tiger Reserve) in the 1950s and 1960s before we were sent off to school in England. I hated being away from India, but it didn’t take long before I was back again.

Q.Who are your role models in wildlife conservation and why?

My first wildlife guru was Dr. Salim Ali, who I was fortunate to know well. Billy Arjan Singh and Fateh Singh Rathore also became close friends. But ultimately I think my role model is Dr. George Schaller. He is a rare combination – a renowned scientist and an unshakable conservationist, someone with determination, knowledge, and soul.

Q.  Give us your view on what should be the way forward for our administration and other concerned people to improve the wildlife scenario. If you were to make a short list of points to be undertaken to save our wildlife (especially the tiger), what would those be? 

So many excellent recommendations have been made over the years and ignored. The creation of a sub-cadre for wildlife could probably bring about the single biggest positive change so that managers and field staff are properly trained and dedicated to wildlife issues. The Prime Minister even agreed to this proposal, but it never happened. We desperately need better leadership and management of our protected areas, especially to motivate the demoralized field staff. Field staff vacancies need to be filled and training and infrastructure improved. And we desperately need intelligence-led, professional enforcement.

A solution to much of these problems can also be found with the support and collaboration of local communities. I know such support is possible, but it will not happen under the present system.

Q.  Do you think the Indian middle class is too far away from issues concerning wildlife? Nobody seems to care about it. Don't you think that the media has a bigger role to play to aware the average Indian on critical wildlife issues? 

The media is playing a critical role in spreading knowledge and information on wildlife and environmental issues. Thanks to their efforts, the average Indian is much more aware of the issues, then it was say ten years ago. But the knowledge gap is still wide. People still do not understand what is actually needed - the solutions to the problems - even though these are well documented.

 Q.What's WPSI's current motive given the present day wildlife situation in India? What would your future objectives be? 

Curbing wildlife crime will always be our focus, but the human-animal conflict is increasingly 

becoming a widespread problem and a challenge for contemporary wildlife conservation efforts. This is an issue that must be handled swiftly and professionally, with government and non-government organizations working closely together. Every district with forestland should be equipped, trained and prepared for conflict situations.

Q. How long do you intend to continue on this endeavor to save the Indian wildlife? How would you like to be remembered as? 

I will continue to fight for India’s wildlife for as long as I breathe. Despite all the failures, I would like to think that I do make a positive difference, and I don’t care if

I am remembered or not. That is not the reason why I do what I do. I am driven by a lifelong passion that I am sure will never be extinguished.

From a Director's Mind – An Exception To The Rule

Sumanta behind the camera for a recent ad-shoot he directed

Indrani Halder smilingly gives the ‘Best Director for Drama’ trophy to him in the photo frame adorning the wall.  As Sumanta Chanda looks at his picture with pride he realizes it’s been five hours now, and yet he can’t think of the next twist in the story he is currently writing the script for.  He tears the page down and smiles to himself; it’s not the first time this has happened, and it certainly won’t be the last time either. A  25 year old Mass Comm. graduate , and a short film-maker, Sumanta intends and desires to enter the world of cinema one day, hoping it would give him the chance he so desperately seeks to explore. But the dream that he nurtures isn’t quite new. There are lakhs like and around him.What is so special about him then one might ask?

Film-making of a different kind

Firstly, the unique thing about the films Sumanta makes are that they are made on zero- budgets and shot on normal digital and handy-cams that he manages to borrow from friends. Added to this is the fact that he has no formal education in film-making ; he has created a new dimension in this field all by himself. Hence teaching us all that no matter what hurdles you might have to face, if you truly love something deeply, you will always find a way.  Sumanta has already made a name for himself as ‘Mr. Director’ in his social circles. The story-line covered in each of the films he has made up until now, is different from one another; from horror, to thriller, to sentimental and to one based on religious sentiments, he has covered nearly all genres.  He writes, directs and acts in his films and with genuine help from a couple of friends of his, has managed to break the rule that cinema people generally tend to believe; i.e. to make films you have to be a pass out of a good film school, you have to have the backing of a good production house and you have to have good sources and contacts to survive in the industry. Sumanta did not have any of these. Says Mrs. Aishwarya Chaterjee , his HOD from his college days, “ Sumanta always had a spark, and an acting bug which I could sense in his initial days in college, and now when I see his films it makes me immensely proud that I taught him once.. I am sure he will go far. He has what you can call a director’s mind.”

Sumanta on his part is quite submissive to these praises and just wants excel in the thing he loves the most.  “I have never read any good cinema books, neither have I seen any Satyajit Ray films or any breakthrough international films. I want to create my own style. I don’t know whether or not I will succeed, but at least I will try.” It is this unique line of thought he carries that makes Sumanta different from today’s young generation of directors who are generally following the same procedure to get into this line.

The Beginning

 He has been making short films for two years now, and has decided to make it into his profession. While others around him went on to get lucrative jobs, Sumanta stayed put on his decision. Family members raised eyebrows initially when he declared to drop out from B. Com Hons. and get into Mass. Comm., from School of Management,media and Technical Research  (Smmtr) Ballugunge, Kolkata , as that he believed was the only way he could have a chance of getting into the film world . Even then he wasn’t sure of which way to go, he just wanted a chance to try out some talents he has, i.e. mimicry and acting. He however, had no inkling on what course life was making for him.

Sumanta receiving the award from actress Indrani Haldar 

Direction happened to him by chance, as while acting and mimicking on a few stage shows in college he caught the eyes of his seniors who then wanted him to direct a few plays. That is how the direction bug first caught him.  He went on to direct a number of successful plays and some of those went on to bag the first prize in college fests. Incidentally there was a time when Sumanta had worked as a junior artiste in the 2004 Hindi film ‘Yuva’ . It was his love for just being part of a Hindi Film crew that drew him there.

Born and brought up in Jabalpur, Madhya Pradesh, Sumanta’s father Salil Chanda, a government official, soon came back to his roots in Kolkata with his family. Sumanta then 14, was awestruck by the mega city and found it quite hard to cope initially.  At the age of 17, the year of his class 10 board exams, tragedy struck his life, when he lost his father due to a sudden bout of heart attack. With the head of the family gone, it was extremely difficult for him to cope with the situations thereon what with the responsibility of the mother and his sister on him.

Sumanta however got things slowly back on track with the help of his sister and mother.   He even passed out class 10 and 12 with flying clours, and in the process became the head of the family managing the whole day to day affairs of the household efficiently.

The Film Bug

All this while the cinema bug still kept growing inside him and slowly he decided to give his long cherished dream of acting a chance, and as he laughingly says, “Since no one was willing to give me a chance I casted myself in my own films, living my acting and directing dream in the process.”

In a still from his recent film 'Mehnaaz aur 1947'

Film-making though is a tough and pain-staking job says Sumanta, especially scripting them, as he had to write all his stories keeping the budget in mind. There were many things he wanted to show, many beautiful scenes that he wanted to depict but those required budget, which he didn’t have. He has to constantly work under restrictions, which sometimes makes him frustrated for nights at large.  But that made his determination even more robust. Friends though are really impressed by his work as his Bhutanese friend Pema Seldon says, “He is a very talented actor, something which I instantly realized in his college plays and now as a film director he is even more impressive and has touched new heights... Even while I stay here in Bhutan, I wait anxiously for all his new projects, and my family and friends out here are already becoming his fans..."

All he wanted was to explore. His last film Mehnaaz aur 1947 deals with religious battles and love at the time of war.  “I could have easily based the story in the 1992 riots, but I chose a bygone era as I wanted to test myself, to see how I could create those days without any budget at hand.” He had to spend many a sleepless nights to sketch out the characters, hunt for locations and pen the script. It took all of his energy and devotion to make this 30 minute film.

The struggle

Praises however, do not feed the belly. For the entire name he has earned, he still has to run his family, which he manages by getting a nominal amount now by renting two small flats he has.  That’s his problem with Indian cinema, there’s no platform as such to showcase your talent and be in the eyes of the bigwigs of the industry. He has taken his films to various Bengali producers and directors. One Bengali producer, who doesn’t wish to be quoted, says that talents like Sumanta should be immediately sent to Bollywood to better hone his skills and for better opportunities. But that’s that, nothing further, no one wants to take in any fresher or unknown face. “I don’t mind struggling and slogging it out. But where do I start. Everyone wants to have film- school pass outs or others having impressive contacts.  I don’t even mind working for free. Take me as an assistant; just let me learn this craft.”  That is the problem today, as every profession has sort of an entrance exam or other means of entry of sorts, but as Sumanta says he has created his own entrance exams by making these films and just wants people to see his work. “If you think I am useless throw me out, no issues. But at least see my work. Give me a chance. “

The hope...

Frustration brings in negativity, as nothing moves and time just passes by, but somehow he manages to direct his negativity and converts it into positive energy by making films and writing scripts for new ones, as he is currently doing.  His love for films is what keeps him going and not for a minute does he intend to give up.  Coming this far and earning so much accolades has determined him that there’s no looking back.  He will keep fighting until he gets the chance he wants. 

Relatives who had earlier raised eyebrows on him now look at him with new found respect.. Things have turned around for Sumanta Chanda in ways he had never imagined. Now all he has left are his passion for his films and friends who keep him motivated through their relentless support.  And now, he has tasted success, howsoever small it might be, after getting the chance to direct a couple of local Ad-Films. That might very well be the stepping stone to enter the big league he so desperately desires to enter.

Mr. Salil Chanda would be a proud man today, boasting in heavens about his only son, whom he used to chide for his studies, for watching films and for nearly everything.  If only he could come and see how things have changed. Clearly the last has not been heard of the very talented Sumanta Chanda. The final shot is yet to be taken. Perhaps this is like they say, just the beginning...  And Bollywood waits.

"We" the people...!!

“Proud to be a Bengali”...  This status message has been catching my eyes from a number of my friends here for some while now in our beloved social networking sites.  Living in Calcutta and having many Bengali friends does add to that cause. However my point isn’t that.  The messages of these kinds are quite varied in nature and cater to all kinds of religion and castes  in our country as people nowadays from every part are quite proud to be a ‘Marathi Manoos’ or having ‘Punjabi Khoon in them’  or of being a ‘saccha Musalmaan’; and it continues. How very nice..  In a country as diverse as ours, with multiple religions et al it is but to be expected to have something on these lines.  However, when I see how religion takes over one’s  mind, dictates their identity , warps you of your normal senses, that is the time I start wondering .. Wondering whether we deserve to call ourselves Indians!!  Or is it just a phrase we use when I-day comes up and India wins some matches in cricket?? We shout over the rooftops on these days on how ‘proud’ to be Indians we are and then go back to being a Marwari or a Bihari and Marathi for the rest of the time.

My point is quite simple. We should stop being hypocrites. Except the way it is and get on with it. I for my part, have never found religion to be of any fascination all my life. Never in my life has the thought seeped into my mind that ‘Am proud to be a Sindhi’. (People might say that there’s nothing too proud to be a Sindhi in anycase, but that’s a different matter altogether). My question is with identity. That I am an Indian first , then a Kolkatan  , then my family’s son and then if you want to plaster some other tags you might; but the sequence should not be the other way round.  My religion or my caste as I mentioned never really interested me, I am neither proud of it, nor am I ashamed of it., it’s just another label I have . But when I see people proudly parading about as their religious selves it bothers me. 

Let me ask a few questions here. I was watching a TV debate show a few days back where a person from the audience addressed film-maker Prakash Jha and said that he is very proud of him and watches all his films as he too is from his homeland Bihar. So, if  Prakash Jha was a Pradeep Chaterjee , he wouldn’t have been proud of him then?  Would Bengalis have equal pride of our national anthem had it been written by a ‘Rahul Singh’?  I know these questions would infuriate many but I ask these from what I observe, and implore you to try and search these questions from the deepest corners of your soul before going up in arms.  Cricket they say unites the country, right? So when Sourav Ganguly was dropped from the national cricket team people here went completely berserk with protests. How nice.  But why wasn’t the same amount of outcry visible when Anil Kumble, Rahul Dravid and V.V.S. Laxman were dropped from the side. They are legends in their own right aren’t they.. And people here are arguably the ‘sportiest’ of all in our country, so where did their sporty nature vanish when this happened??

The truth is, most of us today are obsessed with our religious selves and feel patriotic only in bits and patches and on certain occasions. It is nice to enjoy the flavour of your rich cultures and traditions. But why exactly proclaim that mine is better than yours?? Don’t we do that regularly and feel that inside us?? We even fight over which ‘God’ is the best don’t we??  What have you contributed towards your religion except being proud of it..??  Subash Chandra Bose fought as an Indian. People aren’t proud of Bhagat Singh because he was a Punjabi. We don’t adore Mahendra Singh Dhoni because he is from Jharkhand.  They are all Indians first..Where is the ‘Indian’ in us?? Where?? Why does it choose to come out only on sporting achievements and national holidays? Why can’t it live in us as all the time..??

And talking about India…  Independence day is here.. Rest assured our  respective Inbox and Facebook walls would be flooded with ‘tags’ by friends depicting out Tricolored Flag and other quotations mainly centering around ‘proud to be Indian’ and the likes . How very touching.. I ask another question then??  What exactly are you proud of...??  Who exactly are you proud of?? There is difference between respect and pride. I respect my country because it is my motherland, it is my identity. But pride?? What for??

I will give you an example.. Suppose I find out that my father is a criminal and my brother is a terrorist. I know that they do unfair and unacceptable things, which embarrasses me and shames me to death. Would I still be proud of them that they are my family?? I would still love them yes, for they are after all my own blood, but I will not be proud of them... I most definitely will not be shouting across rooftops saying, “So what?? criminals are there in many families, I am proud of my family, I am proud of my family. Oh I love you all..”

I know the general argument we give on being asked this question is the same old stuff. “These things happen in all countries; look at this one, look at that one, we are such a diverse country, and we are this and we are that.”  My only point is, even if all of that were true. Isn’t that a rather idiotic way of judging yourself.  For instance, would you say that why should I improve myself in my profession, just because my colleagues aren’t good enough? Would it be acceptable if tomorrow Mahendra Singh Dhoni said look at Bangladesh and Zimbabwe, they are so poor in cricket, why should I improve myself??  Just because someone else is having problems similar to ours doesn’t make ours right or acceptable.  Just accept the way things are rather than fooling yourself with forced emotions.

I don’t believe that my ‘Hindustaan’ is ‘Saare jahaan se Accha’ , but yes I do believe that we have immense potential. But, all of us are very well  aware with  this point and I don't need to give any additional sermons on that..The only thing is Bhagat Singh and his clan wont really be impressed by today’s state of affairs where the Klamadis, Kasavs and Rajas rule the roost. Where women get raped at the drop of the hat, where children go hungry for days at large, where people like the Thackerays will keep brandishing the 'dividing' sword , where we keep fighting amongst ourselves all the time and yet keep claiming that ‘We are proud to be Indians’.

Yes I do sound as a pessimist. But I would prefer to base my judgments on reason rather than on pure emotion. I will always love my country and will do my small bit in making it better. Like a very dear friend of mine says that all of us can’t fight on the border, but we can make small contributions to our country in our own ways.  I too will try and do my bit, in the way I know best. That, I believe is the least we can offer. 

Be an Indian first, enjoy your culture and tradition. But don’t forget it is ‘we’ the people who make this country. If we all keep thinking ‘ye sab kehne ki battein hain’ and that nothing will change , then yes, nothing will change. For change to come in, we don't need to do something special, just try and feel united.  Like a Hindi proverb says , ‘Boond Boond se ghada bharta hai’..’We’ are the boond. We don’t need to be revolutionary fighters or army men, just normal and aware citizens, who know what is right for their country and just go about their jobs honestly. That makes a major difference in itself.  

These do sound as lectures, I know. But I say what I feel is right. I don’t have any bias against any particular caste or religion as some lines might suggest.  I will not apologize for it. You can disapprove of it and delete it from your memory.  I write this as an Indian, and I hope you read it as my fellow Indians.  

My wish to meet God’s own messenger…!!!

Two months back I came across a video shared to me by one of my acquaintances which moved me deeply, made me think, made me ashamed of being what I am, a man. The video featured a very short lady speaking to a spell-bound audience, talking about her experiences and exploits which was mainly regarding her endeavours on how she has been struggling for over a decade with saving girls from being trafficked. Girls who are about seven to fifteen years in age and have been brutally raped, savagely beaten , their private parts completely torn and yet have managed to cling on to life, by the sole hand of a woman by the name of  Dr. Sunitha Krishnan.


The day I watched that video, I was pretty disturbed, was stunned, moved beyond words and had declared that someday in life I would do something for this person. I was jobless then, weeks passed, and I went about my normal day to day life. A month back I got a job, as a journalist, something which I had always dreamt of. I have been covering varied stories henceforth, and as my interest mainly lies in cricket have been trying to do some good work there. But something much more important than all this was lurking round the corners for me to get connected with. Last week I somehow managed to come across Mrs. Krishnan’s blog post, and since then I have been obsessed with her again. Reading as much of her posts as I can, articles that have been published on her(extremely minuscule in number though), her achievements the number of innocent lives she has managed to save. Her trauma and her determination has fascinated and struck me deeply as a person and as a journalist. For now I don’t want to go into details on what exactly she does, how she functions and other numerical details. The time for that would come pretty soon, I assure that.


For now, I just have this very profound desire to meet her.From  the last few days I have been having  this deep knot in my chest and it wouldn’t get untied unless I get to meet her in person. And not just to shake hands and get a story for myself.  I as a journalist,  pledge today that I would do whatever it takes to bring Dr. Krishnan and her organization , Prajwala,  in to the limelight. Her story needs to be told. Her story needs to be heard, to be seen. Her children need to be helped, by our self-obsessed society, by our hypocritical nation and media. Somehow we always manage to find innumerable points of protests, be it a kissing scene in a movie, or the loss of our cricket team in a match. Yet, organizations such as Prajwala, and women such as Dr. Sunitha Krishnan fail to find a space in the deepest corners of our over-flowing mind.


We are all so obsessed with our religions; we will visit temples, mosques, churches, fight over which God is the best and proudly consider ourselves to be devoted followers of the Almighty. We will proudly offer sweets and donations to God; the more you can fork out the more the Lord will be pleased. The more fasting I do the more the Lord will be pleased. And yet the teenage girl who was raped when she went on a date (so brutally that her vagina had to be stitched), did not have any ‘God’ to support her, just her messenger. A messenger who doesn’t get any ‘donations’ from our society, a messenger who doesn’t ask for a salary to do her work and yet just goes about her ‘task’ that has been assigned to her by God himself .


We, as Indians, as a nation should be ashamed of ourselves. We would rather talk about despicable TV serials, drool over nonsensical stars but not care to even talk about issues such as these. I however, will do what I can. I don’t know how, but somehow I will find a way. I hope I get the chance to meet the great woman soon enough. She has been kind enough to take out time and reply to my mail, on my wish to interview her. I would keep pestering her; keep prodding her until she gives in. I believe it’s not she who needs us; it’s the other way round. It really is the other way round. If I am not able to do anything on this, I would believe I don’t deserve to be a journalist, I would have lost in life.

And We Bleed…..Again….!!!

Around 9.30 pm last night as I was surfing the net, just coming back from office, and unaware of anything that had happened; a journalist friend’s message on a social networking site brought me back to earth; it read, “People in Mumbai don’t crowd areas, so do people in Delhi and Kolkata.. Don’t go out much”… Something didn’t seem right about this, and as I hurried to check the news websites, my worst fears were confirmed on reading the headlines - “17 dead in serial blasts in Mumbai” ; the first thought that escaped my mind was “Not again…!!” I did what a normal person would do at that situation; contacted my relatives in Mumbai, confirmed their safety, breathed a sigh of relief and came back to ponder over the situation.


Actually there wasn’t much to think about really.. The usual frustration, depression and anger after seeing gory images of the bloodstained bodies of the victims, cursing the Govt. and then going back to my routine life. And that is exactly how millions across our nation would have behaved, except for the unlucky few who lost their dear ones in the blast. We do not have much of an option either; the ‘aam aadmi’ has to get into his daily endeavors to earn his bread and butter. And I don’t even want get into the ‘things that should have been done’ and ‘things that we should do to protect us better’ or any tips on the sprucing up of our defense and intelligence bits. Frankly, we are all quite fed up and irritated with the same old banter from our ministers after each and every blast. It has become sort of a routine process, wherein some of our noted ministers would read out ‘consolidatory’ statements and visit relief camps (with the TV cameras in tow) to give the victims unnecessary false hope.


This morning our notable Home Minister droned away incessantly on the more intricate details of the blast, and while politicians from round the globe sent their condolences, (including our beloved little neighbour who strongly ‘condemn’ the blasts); our Prime Minister was absent from the media view. We can however be rest assured that soon enough we will get to hear his customary speeches like “Stringent actions will be taken against the perpetrators” or “We will keep fighting” or something on similar lines. What exactly I feel for this man would be beyond what is allowed in print. However, that isn’t quite necessary at the moment.


What is important though is that we have been slashed again. We have been made to bleed again. All of us, deep down inside know who is behind this, we all know who backs these terror groups, who has made the pledge of ‘making India bleed’ quite openly and yet the hand of friendship never ceases to extend. The bleeding would continue without doubt in the very near future too, the TV channels,rest assured, would keep going into overdrive, the powers that be will continue shrugging their shoulders and we will continue with our normal lives. Isnt it?? If an Almighty really is out there, I don’t know what exactly he is waiting for….


At this juncture, I don’t want to give lectures on what should and what should not be done. Our authorities are much more capable than me to understand all that. I write this not just as a journalist but an Indian, a frustrated Indian, who still doesn’t want to give up hope.


I don’t believe in giving out ‘ condolences’ , as I think those people whose lives have been ripped apart would hardly be bothered about what we say, and our sympathies would surely not help them, would not soothe their blistering pain. Only strong, genuine action might perhaps bring some justice. Our country owes it to them, and a million others like them. It is said that actions speak louder than words and boy is it time for action!! People who still want to say that only dialogue would change the situation be damned… To hell with 'Aman ki Aasha'..It is time for revenge.. It is time for War ….. Jai Hind….!!!

The Evolution of the Indian Comics

“Chacha chaudhary ka dimag computer se bhi tez chalta hai”- This highly renowned and memorable quote from the greately celeberated pages of the acclaimed Indian comic book character still rings fresh in the minds of the Indian comic lovers. Though, sort of juvenile it might have been, but you bet no one would disagree to the fact that the adventures (or misadventures) of Chacha Chaudhary and many more such characters would bring a smile to many a forlorn faces. Kids would eagerly wait for the summer holidays to start just to submerge themselves in the world of these uninhibited clowns. Even the adults, would secretly enjoy skimming through these comics, in the dim light of a chugging train, (though they would never agree to it, and would probably ‘hush-hush’ their children for wasting their time in such ‘deplorable’ stuff!).Even so, one can be certain that every time you go through any of these stuff even today , what with all the digitized versions making hay, it still opens up a barrage of memories for the ardent Indian comic-book lover. The joy and frolic associated with these comics might have diminished over the years, but the charm that it had would never ever die and perhaps it is time to actually look back at the progression of the Indian comics over the years, the reasons for its decline and any future hope that might salvage its sagging fortunes.

Though all at sea in its initial years, the Indian comics underwent significant evolution from the adoptions of the Ramayana and Mahabharata of the 1960s, to informative comics for children, caricatures in print media and adoptions of American superheroes.

Now what Walt Disney is for world animation; Pran is for Indian comics. He first created comical characters like Chacha Chaudhary, Billoo, and Pinki in the 1970s, never having an iota of idea on what proportions his characters would take in the coming years. Then there is Chandama, the comic magazine of the heydays, and a very popular one at that. Since independence, it is being published in more than five languages and still manages to enthrall many a young mind. The quirky stories of ‘Vikram and Betal’ brought quite a bit of reputation for the magazine...

The halfway phase of its development is quintessential. Anant Pai, the pragmatic editor of the Indian Book House, changed the trend of the Indian comics as a whole after founding the series ‘AMAR CHITRA KATHA’ in 1967.They endeavoured to aware the children about their rich heritage. Axioms of religious texts, the stories of martyrs and several legendary and historical personas thrive in the several books. The first book in the series was ‘Krishna’ , followed by the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. The compilation today enumerates to 426 volumes. This grand success galvanized other publishing houses like Dreamland Publications and Diamond comics at New Delhi and Jaico Publishing house at Mumbai to launch new themes.

The start of the 80s saw another prodigious development, as the first Indian comics for children were launched. It was named ‘TINKLE’ and within a short span of time it became quite famous. Treading a bit on the steps of Amar Chitra Katha, Tinkle branched out to various educational themes including science, contemporary culture etc...It brought into the foray a host of unforgettable characters like funny Suppandi, Mooshik the adorable mouse, Shikari Shambhu, Kalia the witty crow and the foolishly wicked Tantri.Their escapades are still well relinquished by one and all. Another well known publishing house of Indian comics is Raj comics, producing famous characters such as Nagraaj the Hindu hero, Doga, Super commando Dhruv, Parmanu and others.

Cartoon strips for print media and comic books flourished, especially in West Bengal. Pratulchandra Lahiri produced two strips for the Jugantar newspaper Bengali and for the Amrit bazaar Patrika in English.Narayan Debnath had gifted the country with his distinctive creations, ‘Nonte Phonte’ and ‘Honda Bhonda’ is still in circulation and has spawned animation films. Another of his creations ‘Batul the great’ is one India’s earliest superheroes as it was conceived during the 60s.

Indian comics has come a long way since then. In recent years though, the sale of the regular comics had dropped quite low. The sagging fortunes got a major upheaval with the launching of the Virgin comics by Gotham comics of India in collaboration with a foreign company. They are specialized in producing special series of Indian comics in collaboration with a foreign company.

They are specialized in producing special series of Indian comics in Indian mythology and Indian history.’ Devi’ and other science- fiction adaptations of Ramayana and others are on the way.
In the current era of computers and the internet, Indian comics will have to adapt to the advancing technology. Web comics is thus in vogue. This format is expected to expand due to ICT (Information and communication Technology) literacy, large number of white – collar workers and internet penetration in India. Web comics afford an outlet for artists who do not wish to distribute via published media.

One hopes that the future of Indian comics chugs along, with the blend of the new and the spice of the old, with dollops of classicism and trendiness poured into it to make it a profound package. Almost insatiable!!