I am writing this from the luxury of my comfortable couch in a spacious government allocated quarter in probably one of the most progressive cities of India.
Progressive enough so that movie
theaters do not report the nuisance created by local political party hooligans
when they vandalize over ticket prices and popcorn rates in order to protect
their business (at least not paying any extortion right!).
I have grown up in a salaried
middle-class family (the spacious quarter is under 6 months old following my
father’s long due promotion which only happened recently).
I have not experienced abject
poverty, have not been discriminated on the grounds of my caste (gender yes),
have had family to rely on as long as I can remember and have also had access
to very good education. I would not have once dreamed that I would be able to
pursue education abroad, but it did happen. I have also achieved some form of a
financial independence as a graduate student and university employee.
Do these things mean that I can
never have a fair view of my country?
I have spent a sheltered and
cocooned life so far, so what would I know of the bigger picture in my country?
Why things happen when they happen? They happen everywhere so it’s okay. And
why should I care? What will I affect even if I do care and what would I be
able to do at most?
My best possible retort is – I care
because I do.
I may not understand the pain of
a someone with no roof over their heads, someone who has always been
discriminated since birth, someone who was sexually assaulted and brutalized or
how socio-political networks work in India. I haven’t joined any activist group
and never led a protest myself.
But last I checked, being
educated comes with a sense of empowerment, especially in a society as divided
as India. It has equipped me to distinguish right from wrong, to know my
rights, demand justice and exercise free speech using my public domain to create
awareness. And the biggest of it all – to question? To question the society and
culture I grew up in. To question the way things are, why they are and why
things appear changed but are often an illusion?
I also care because I can.
Because heinous child rapes
should not be made into something twistedly political. It goes against
everything it is to be human. And I also believe that we still have humanity to
hold onto.
Many people would never hesitate
liking and re-sharing stories from “The Logical Indian” or other similar pages
(no critiquing of the content there – it might be one of the best things I’ve ever
seen on Facebook). But how many would
report spam on an extremist page or group they come across? Maybe they might
even do that, but how many would risk publicly defaming them?
I did yesterday and obviously
bore some mud-slinging along my way before I blocked the page and reported it.
So, I also did, because I could.
Worse of all, how many would come
across that content ever? One disturbing cocoon is that of our circles – our
families, our immediate society, our friends and most importantly, our social
media. I am guilty of the fact that had I not seen a disturbing content by
chance yesterday, maybe I would’ve still been passive.
Arguing with my father, who
otherwise makes a point to like and support every other thing I share on
Facebook, to justify the stand I took in my so-called “controversial” post (in
his words). I had decried a fact check picture posted by a group called “Voice
of Hindutva” on Facebook who seem to have taken it upon themselves to explain
what “Hindutva” is all about. Apparently, it includes using biased media
reports and twitter blog posts to create fact check about a child rape case
(the fact checks having nothing to do with the judicial process of course). This
particular page is a series of fact checks – twisted, falsified,
sensationalized to the brink of inducing violence with several hundred
followers. I felt outraged, as everything I am and stand for, including my
religious beliefs.
This morning paper decried Hizbul
militant group posting a list of “martyrs” on yet another social media page to recruit
new trainees. Public lynching deaths are in the spotlight every other day –
counting more than a dozen deaths since May alone this year. WhatsApp messages
seem to be the source and there was an appeal from WhtsAapp in the English daily
at my home today. But was that appeal only in the English daily or translated
into regional ones? How many it did reach and how many cared to read? And
despite everything how do people forget to be human? Are we all but matchsticks
waiting to be ignited and become murderers to feel the satisfaction of taking
out our daily frustrations (psychologists explained these as one of the reasons
to explain mob violence mentality apparently)?
As a researcher, I am forced to
question the technology too. What passes for social media content and who
regulates it? Since most of the social media big firms are headquartered out of
India – how would they assess things that are in a foreign language? India
alone has over twenty official languages. Social media is readily available in
several languages – but how well is the content regulated?
I later learnt that this is
merely the tip of an iceberg of several hundred similar pages that I never see
because my social circle media will not feed me them. It is too smart to judge
my circle, likes, dislikes and what would interest me most. It will also keep
away things that will most likely disturb me and drive me to drop social media
all together. The detailed response from the Facebook support team (that
revealed nothing) to my report confirmed this. They had deemed that the page
did not violate the “community standards” they set and offered me help on how
to best “avoid the content” that disturbed me! My friend who reported the page
too got a same response from Facebook.
The cocoon continues. And the
spread of hate.
Even though I had no say in the
fact whether I wanted to be disturbed or not. It was calculated for me.
Easy-peasy!
In the Hizbul group admins’ words
– social media is the most popular mass communication means today. The youth are
most attracted to it and they are our hope.
Ah the youth! The millennials.
I had never been prouder for my
generation than when I heard the famous economist Jeremy Rifkin speak of us at
UBC,
“You watch these kids. They make
you be careful of what you’re saying, thinking or doing.
They’ll make right what we have
done wrong as a generation!”
The big hope for the world.
And being one, I sincerely
believe for India too.
Maybe it is a well-known fact,
but it had hit me only a while back over a discussion with my friend. We guessed
that perhaps that time lag between the present generation retiring and the
millennial generation taking over explained in part the slow pace of social
reformations in largely traditional countries. For India, the social, political
and cultural diversity brings with it a whole other set of challenges unique to
itself. Still, I remember concluding that it should be a matter of time.
Then the Facebook post hit me
like a slap. It was shared by none other than a person who was in an
engineering class with me! Who had access to the same education as me! So
should I conclude that education becomes inferior to social and cultural
influences?
Maybe not. But when one can
choose to feed oneself a version of reality, albeit so twisted, they probably
begin to think that this is what is happening. A lie when repeated enough times
and by enough people apparently can twist all reality beyond logic. And fuelled
by the internet speed and access in India today (which I thought was a blessing
when I came back) can spread like a wildfire in minutes!
All hail the new Digital India! Let’s
share all that we can!
Let’s not use rational judgement
anymore because who cares anyways.
And then we all will dance to ZING
ZING…ZINGAAT!
Nobody will notice the gross
dance moves there (or decry Sunny Leone tracks) because they’re catchy. But we will burn down the sets of
Padmavat because they dared to have a full-clothed covered dance sequence
featuring a queen/religious figure.
We will make video web channels
and enjoy AIB roasts and TVF videos which explain everything that’s wrong. Who
portray that we can’t do anything about it so let’s take out our frustration by
mocking our society. Let’s also use English and Hindi curse words and
expletives as the de facto language for all our “progressive” web content. Who
dare speak an appropriate language lest we be taken seriously!?
After all it’s YOLO! Why so
serious?
Jugaad karo (find a quick fix),
kaam nikalo (get your work done first), chill maaro yaro (relax)!
What are we supposed to
remember in this state of confusing things?
Are we supposed to remember Diana
Penty’s amazing selfie in front of Gateway of India – “flirting” with Mumbai
monsoon? (Big print more vivid)
Or are we supposed to remember that
the woman who died due to railway overbridge collapse due to heavy rains and
poor construction a few days back did not have her last rites done at home
because the lane to her house was flooded. Four lakh rupees has been set as the
compensation price (small print in the humdrum of daily news).
Akshay Kumar has done some
amazing work in these years in socially-themed movies. I was very happy to see
“Padman” and was gushing over “Toilet” only yesterday night.
This morning I see Akshay Kumar
flaunting it in a misogynist advertisement for a men’s deodorant mouthing
cornily “Kategi kya (Will you bite me? – the suggestive kind)?!”
(Image Source: YouTube; Indian Express)
So let’s give up, keep our heads
down, enjoy while we can and not question the status quo.
It’s not our place (yet) and not
our concern.
A senior who I worked
with in my university messaged me immediately after he saw my Facebook post. (Which
also happens to be one of my most unpopular posts so far, it vanished from the
news feed much sooner than I wanted, and I wanted this to stay on top for once
for bad – Facebook doesn’t let you pin posts to your own timeline apparently only
to page admins!)
He asked me if I thought this
would lead anywhere? He told me he had become ambivalent to these things and
after unfollowing several such pages he had made the choice to ignore them and
instead focus on sharing the good that comes out in a societal context.
My first big relief was that
there was rationality left still! And I also appreciated those words that
helped me regain some emotional control. But in my reply, I found the answer to
myself.
No I will not quit social media
because I am shaken. I will not quit because Facebook is not equipped to deal
with the socio-political influences it creates in societies the makers don’t
understand. I will not quit because these things are too disturbing and take a
mental toll to think about.
It is because I’m not afraid. I’m
stubborn, obstinate and will use my public domain to influence whoever cares
about me, my opinions and perspectives.
In a democracy even the
irrational have the right to expression and this is one tenet that the social
media follows religiously.
So I will use mine.
Even if I’m reaching a single
person. Even if I make them think about
it as a passing thought.
I will try to pass on the
question and inquisitiveness and all the confusing things together so that who all
see, will see that there is a choice. There is always a choice.
And it is not only countering or
ignoring what we think is wrong. These might well be two ends of the spectrum.
I will choose to highlight the end that leads to countering.
We can resist, think, question, motivate,
inspire or influence.
It all comes down to, see
something say something. If the social media can bring the #metoo movement
there is still hope.
As millennials we’re at crossroads
of part hope and part apathy.
It will take courage to hold onto that hope, it will take effort and work. It will take bearing mud-slinging,
resistance and shame by those who don’t understand. Maybe even people close to
you, maybe even your family. It can drive you crazy and feel like beating a
head against the wall.
But if there’s Manjhi the mountain-man, then there’s truly nothing possible.
I will feel like an utter failure
to myself if I let the confusion engulf me and choose not to use my rational
judgement. I won’t be able to bear my sight.
I can’t take this to the PM
(although I’ve seen that a tweet suffices now-a-days), I respect the good that
the government has brought so far, but it doesn’t still account for the fact
that there are hooligans and criminals at large empowered through their
political associations that he will not or cannot acknowledge. Also, I am not a
legislator or a bureaucrat, so I run the risk of misrepresentation if I chose someone else for me.
All I know is that if those who
feel empowered choose not to be stubborn and question things that are wrong and
misleading, using whatever means they can, all hope will soon turn to apathy.
There are plenty, millennials and non-millennials alike, engaged in laudable and admirable social actions far beyond words and they are proof to why we should hold onto hope and keep the discussions and questions going. If we cannot help them on the actual field, maybe we can help them in spirit and acknowledgment.
I will keep the questions and discussions going to enable the right action. And this is my contribution.
For now.
There are plenty, millennials and non-millennials alike, engaged in laudable and admirable social actions far beyond words and they are proof to why we should hold onto hope and keep the discussions and questions going. If we cannot help them on the actual field, maybe we can help them in spirit and acknowledgment.
I will keep the questions and discussions going to enable the right action. And this is my contribution.
For now.
Jugaad mat karo (don’t find the
quick fix), next time zid karo (be stubborn)!