As secularism fades, I lose my identity

Warning: Rant post

Twitter is a social media platform unlike the other popular ones such as Facebook or Instagram, because it’s not about showing how cool your life is, it’s the platform for outrage and micro-debates. Today’s topic of the day was this ad by a famous jewellery selling chain. Take a look before you read further.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lli_q473J3U
Make sure you see only this ad – don’t read the comments, don’t look at the numbers. Just watch the video.

When I saw this ad, I thought of it as rather sweet. Apparently, I was in the minority (pun intended!).

Growing up in India is an experience unlike any other from a cultural perspective, especially for a city kid like me. Different languages and religions influence everyday life – so you never belong to just the culture you were born in. When there is such a mix of cultures, I also understand the need for people to feel like they may need to go the extra mile to protect their identity, to ensure that their culture isn’t lost among the many influences around them.

As a girl especially, it always seemed to be made clear to me that I would very much be marrying into my own kind of culture, yet subtle hints always reminded me that I am a daughter, paraya dhan (foreign property) who will one day leave her parents to serve in the household of the in-laws (if not dance to their rhythms). Leaving everything you know and embracing another culture doesn’t come easily to women either. Every girl has desperately prayed at some point in her life, that she gets to be one of the rare cases you hear of, where she can trust her in-laws as much as her own family.

Alas, this is easier said than done. A lot of women are put through hell by their in-laws. It is then but natural that they repeat this behaviour of abuse towards the next generation. Most women don’t have time for reflection under the burden of their duties to stop and think otherwise. And if you add cultural and religious differences to those, it’s a recipe for disaster. No wonder parents worry so much about their daughters and are so critical about which household they marry into.

Let’s put this in context of the post. Separating the population of a country based on religion, in a country where spirituality is like identity for so many people, was a trick foreigners have used for years to rule over India at different points in history. I was taught this over many years, in various forms, in various historical phases – the divide and conquer policy. Thus, the dream of the founders of our nation to build a secular state, where the government would not take a religious stand. In the India of today, the government may not be actively doing so, but they do let injustices happen. And it breaks my heart.

A girl goes into her husband’s house with a lot of apprehension. In her most vulnerable phase, where she will probably be a mother for the first time, we see a kind and loving mother-in-law arrange for familiar rituals for her young daughter-in-law, which will help with the health of both mother and child. These rituals aren’t familiar to her, yet the family embraces it just like they would wish for their own daughter. How thoughtful and touching!

But for me, it’s been taken too far this time. Large, non-governmental agencies are threatening ads featuring women, made for women? Who are the old men who don’t have anything better to do in life, to decide what is threatening their religion??! Every religion is so great in itself, that no one can “threaten” it. If you show that your religion is peaceful, loving and welcoming, everyone will flock to you. That’s what history has proven for the guests in India who’ve abused generosity and kindness.

Please, we need to see kindness and care in any form that we get it – in our isolation we are desperate to hear kind words and soothe our anxieties somewhat. And these people want to take that away from us too? I can’t speak for the generations before us, but if a woman willingly converts to another religion for her husband, its the kindness of the people of that religion towards her, which her own community failed to show. For a woman, that could be more meaningful than religious pride.

We will miss you, SPB Sir!

The passing away of SPB Sir triggered something strong in me.
On the 25th morning, I woke up, ready to start my day. As it often happens, I felt like humming a raag as I got ready for the day and on that day it was Kapi, one of my favourites. After humming for a while, I remembered the humming from the title track of Roja, which is also based on the same raag. My mind then drifted to SPB Sir and I immediately checked up on how he was doing. No new updates.

Not an hour later, when I took a break from work, I opened my social media to see the devastating news. I cried on the spot for the man he had been and the love he had showered on all artists, new and old. I am not going to talk in detail about his accomplishments like 6 National Awards, over 40,000 recorded songs or his partnership with many music composers. Check out Wikipedia for that.

But what I want to talk about is the respect and love I developed for him as a fan through the years. He was a well established singer even before I was born. So I grew up listening to his songs in popular Hindi and Kannada movies. I first registered the magic of his singing when I was ahead enough in my own training to recognise the subtleties and I remember getting very excited one day listening to “Yeh Haseen Wadiyaan” on the radio and wondering, who are these singers?!

Since then I heard a lot of more of the work he has done. But the most impact he had on me was when he was the host for the Kannada singing reality show “Yede Tumbi Haduvenu.” By then, we had been spoilt with Indian Idol and the likes, making me used to drama more than music on the shows. I was so taken aback when I saw the way he gave his opinion on a performance.

He was always kind and respectful towards the participants, irrespective of their age, gender or experience. He always made it a point to highlight every good aspect of the performance, before he very politely gave tips on where there was scope for improvement. He knew that every singer is an artist in themselves and rather than putting them down, he wanted to see every artist succeed. Such is the love of an artist for his art.

One instance which will also be very close to my heart is when on the same show, he was asked about his fluency in Kannada (he could speak even better than me). He replied saying he was grateful for the love the Kannada community showed him and we might as well say that Kannada was also his mother tongue.

As I read through the various posts and how many artists also shared their experiences with him, I realised that it’s not just me who felt this sense of pride about him. The 4 big states of south India and a large part of the Hindi speaking community too is remembering him fondly. He is loved not by communities, but by the entire nation.

He was well know for his romantic songs and the lovely expressions he brought with him. But I leave you with a unique song written by Anand Bakshi & composed by Lakshmikant-Pyarelal from the movie Ek Dooje Ke liye, with the lyrics entirely made up of movie names! I cannot, simply cannot, imagine anyone else singing this song so well. The naughty yet innocent expression of love, the energy & acting of this voice and the adorable music video will leave you feeling happy on the inside. Just like SPB Sir’s gentle temperament.

Also, check him out grooving to this quirky song with Pradbhudeva!

A true mentor, an outstanding artist and above all, a good human being, thank you SPB Sir, for your kind service to humanity. Your voice has gotten us through tough times and all of us will cherish your music for many years to come.