Sujil Chandra Bose

What you say is nonsense! You have no knowledge! There is a limit to tolerating you! These are comments heard by the common man whenever his voice rises above that of the privileged class who have never known hunger or never been in situations where their fundamental rights to life have been questioned. For such people, the right to an independent voice is deemed nonsense. For them depriving an individual of his voice is a state-owned right. If the state owns such a right, then what is the sanctity of the fundamental rights provided by the constitution of our country? I would call that a deviation from democracy into despotism, a far cry from the provisions granted by the nation to the people of India, be it the high and the mighty or the low and the laity. So if the Justice Krishna Iyer doctrine that says “all privately owned resources can be acquired by the State for distribution under Article 39(b) of the Constitution to subserve the common good”, doesn’t conform to a modern man’s...

This is a penance. In many ways, I need to find peace. I have committed a gruesome murder! It was a painfully slow punishment that I meted out to a person who waylaid me at an early age, killed me, and made a monster out of me. The rebel that grew out of a sleepy village and a sleepier family was the creation of this person who invited my wrath until a few moments ago. Yes, the deed was committed over a lifetime. Every chance I got to wreck her, tarnish her, dismember her, I did with great elan, pride and precision. Today that person is barely alive! But I want to make peace after the horridly continuous crime I committed.   I wrote a one-act play when I was 12 years old. The inspiration was  Vilakku Vangaam,  a translated work of a Bengali Novelist,  Bimal Mithra . A voracious reading habit inculcated by my father had already initiated me into the world of words and books, especially literature.  My nosy aunt who many of you, when you know her tricks and t...

I fear the end is out there. I can see the smoke billowing from the ashes.   And I fear my dear nation that throbs in every faculty of my being is on the verge of another partition. I see flags of religion atop the country’s democratic institutions, down the alleys of power to the gullies of the poor.    I see civil society being split up by the venom brewed by hoarders of evil whose only aim is to remain in the power, to be the be-all and the end-all of a nation that has never invaded others always welcomed outsiders with both hands, been the great backdrop of culture for thousands of years, which has been a guiding example to the west and orient.     If a duty nurse had made a mistake, some of us would have ended up in different families! Some from other religions or castes and we would have grown up in that faith too. Now, where do the roots of religion, creed, and custom come from now?   Those who make war cries on religion should get their DNA tested a...

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I hardly write or discuss anything on religion or politics.  I have either remained aloof or quit groups that discuss them. I am not scared to express my views. I simply abhor the two subjects!  I grew up in a village surrounded by all kinds of people, from all religious and caste divides. I have also been advised to stay away from certain sections of the neighbours, not because they belonged to a particular sect, but they were dirty. Some of them toiled in the mushy farmlands while others worked hard in the rich households in the neighbourhood. If their hands and feet were dirty, it was because they worked hard to earn their daily bread.  I gladly disobeyed the family dictate and happily indulged in friendship with the kids of my age and ate the sumptuous, simple meals which their families eagerly fed me, whenever we were tired. Today, I have to pay through my nose to eat the Cuppa and Fish curry , the staple diet of those families, which they lavishly spread ...

"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.” wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson. If it is true, what Hardik Pandya and Lokesh Rahul learned in the last 48 hours were indeed several lessons in one go. What the two young stars of Indian cricket forgot totally, when enamored by the constant egging of the founder of misogyny, Karan Johar – was that the common man who clings on their stardom like leeches are equally unpardoning when their idols let them down. The average Indian, fortunately, the majority, loves and adores cricket. It is the only religion where there are no disputes and no caste divides. From gentry to laity, each cricket lover identifies himself with his cricket hero and fantasizes being him. Every time the ball lands up in the stands, it is the fan who celebrates more than the batsman. Match situations are analyzed and judgments passed from Boardrooms to Dabbas. Such is the profound influence of the game that we have sent many of our cri...