Saturday 27 March 2021

Ashoka University? Where is That?

Resignation of a certain Pratap Bhanu Mehta and another certain Arvind Subramaniam from a fledgling University, named grandiosely after the great Emperor Ashok, is supposed to have shaken the very foundations of freedom and liberal thought in the country. M/S Mehta and Subramaniam may well be great academicians as fellow intellectuals certify, but I fail to understand the arrogation of the role of the “seat of liberal thought and abode of free minds” by the Ashoka (with an extra A) University and lamentations on its subsequent fall from the high tower of our moral radar.


Set up in 2014, the Ashoka University is acclaimed to have become the very font of liberal expression in the country. Duh, really! In just six years? And, acclaimed by whom? This self-important pompous self-award of the title of “wielder of moral compass of the nation” by an infant university, as lifespans of universities go, is jarring at best and cocky grandiosity at worst. Not more than a couple of batches of students may have passed out from its portals and they have yet to leave a mark on the society they are expected to lead to great heights. Classifying such a university as a great thought leader just on the basis of a beautiful building and a clutch of liberal arts professors cobbled up from afar, is  unacedemic and unappetising.


It claims to run on free and unencumbered donations and on American level of exorbitant tuition fees, which will attract only the privileged and the elite and yet will propound theories of egalitarian social order. It cannot claim nor can it be thrust upon with the greatness of an Oxford (set up in 1096), a Cambridge (1209), or even an Al Azhar (970). The protestor gang writing copiously in English media to defend M/S Mehta and Subramanian also imply that a great seat of learning has been toppled and the free society in India is gasping for air. Well, Gentlemen and Ladies! Great seats of learning are built after centuries of honing and burnishing, unrelenting pursuit of excellence of scholarship and pedagogy. Even in the new world, the great universities of Harvard (1636) and Princeton(1746) took the long path, not the one beaten by media and cronies. Yale University, the epitome of liberal thought and dissent, a JNU to the world, was setup in 1701 and did not achieve its stardom in six years, fifty years or even a hundred.


Being new is not a disqualification by any means. In India private institutions as new as the Shiv Nadar University (set up in 2011), the Amity University (2010) and the SRM University among many others have served the society well, not only in liberal arts but also in science and technology. Even the Lovely Professional University of Jalandhar is a privately funded institution, has a far bigger campus, more beautiful buildings and larger faculty and massive student populations. But none of them claim to be leading lights of humanity. I really wonder how the Ashoka University has assumed such pompous grandiosity in just six years!


In a country, where every Tom, Dick and Harry can abuse the Prime Minister on live TV and rogue gangs of students profess breaking-up of the motherland in college campuses, I wonder what retributions challenged the conscience of M/S Mehta and Subramaniam and what stabbed the already bleeding hearts of English speaking upholders of societal values. Whatever may have ploughed these heartbreaking scars on them, the Ashoka University cannot claim to have achieved any stardom riding their backs.


I would like to suggest to the Ashoka University faculty and its backers to sit down at their tables, do some hard and gruelling academic work, publish some incisive research papers, study-documents and turn out students, year after year, who serve the humanity with humility, compassion and foresight. Mere conferences and patronages do not a great institution make. They should make a good beginning by rechristening the University the Ashok University (without the anglicising A) for that was the name of the great Emperor.

Sunday 7 March 2021

How Long a Life is Long Enough

Three scores and ten is the ideal lifespan as the Bible puts it. Indians bless others by wishing that they live a hundred years, “Shataayu bhav.” In Japan many are already living past hundred. So it would seem that as one moves Eastward the ideal lifespan increases. Well, except the interrupting geography of maybe Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan, where a thirty year life expectancy would count as a blessing.

So, how long should one desire to live? Should it be five generations of automobile technology, fifty of mobile phones or five hundred security updates of Windows? On the conventional calendar should it be seventy years, or eighty, or a century? No matter what we do to prolong our lives - new generation medicines, detoxing regimen, health food, exercise and yoga - the human body slowly degenerates inside. Bones become weak, blood vessels clog up, heart muscles start to waste and neurons begin to die at an alarmingly increasing rate. Evolution has given us enough time to grow up in a society, learn speech and culture, science and philosophy, give birth to children to leave our genes behind and then prepare to die.


In the interregnum between birth and death we make friends, build relations, learn a vocation, acquire worldly things and pleasures all of which make our sojourn on the planet a fulfilling one. From the beginning of the recorded history, about three thousand years before Christ till today, we have had less than two hundred generations of humans. These two hundred have seen all the peace and wars, all the love and hate, all the diseases and misery, all the learning and all rise and fall of civilisations. Those yet to come will see more of the same, though at a much faster pace of social and technological transformations. 


Will we be happy to extend our lives while the frame continuously weakens and dependence on others gradually increases? Will a life with dentures, artificial knees, bypass arteries in our chests, transplanted kidneys and pacemakers be worth the enjoyment in the additional time that one’s wealth could buy? What if one extends one’s life using all the science and technology at hand, but the near and dear ones decide not to, or can’t afford to? Will such a lonely life be worth living?


I think that the appropriate, or the most desirable, time to depart is just when one’s children begin to grow old. Bringing them into this world, frolicking with them and raising them to be good humans and strong and independent individuals is the very fulfilment of life. But, seeing them go over the hill, grey at the temples and become even a little frail would be too painful. In the movie INTERSTELLAR the eagerly awaited, but tragic reunion of Murph, the daughter and Cooper, the father keeps haunting me. Cooper has returned after a long space-time travel and while he remains the same age, his daughter Murph, who was left behind, has aged to 99 and is on her deathbed. She breaks down on seeing her father, but tells him go away as “no parent should have to watch their own child die”. Seeing a child grow old and weak would be only a little less sad.


Of course dying is not in one’s hand and it must happen when the heavens call. But I see merit in the Sanyas Ashram prescribed in the Hindu way of life, which requires that in the last quartile of life one must move away from the world and its attachments to live a life of gratefulness, prayers and solitude. I guess Sanyas Ashram also lays down what to do when the end comes - how to welcome and embrace death. Let me read the scriptures and find out.


Watch the Interstellar scene here.

https://youtu.be/ECjYsWLgy3I 

Saturday 6 March 2021

साहब ने सलाम भेजा है

मेरे कमरे का दरवाज़ा ज़रा सा खुला और एक बेधड़ के सिर ने अंदर झाँका और बेहद रहस्यमयी मुस्कान के साथ अनाउंस किया - साहब ने सलाम भेजा है।

मैंने नई नौकरी ज्वायन की थी और दफ़्तर के नियम-क़ायदों से वाक़िफ़ नहीं हुआ था। सोचा कि शायद बॉस सबको सुबह-सुबह सलाम भेजते होंगे मोटिवेट करने के लिये। लेकिन फिर मन में एक अपराध बोध-सा हुआ कि जूनियर तो मैं हूँ, सलाम मुझे भेजना चाहिये था। लेकिन मेरे पास साहब की तरह कोई चपरासी तो था नहीं जिसके माध्यम से मैं सलाम प्रेषित कर पाता। दफ़्तर में कुल जमा एक ही चपरासी था, और वो साहब के पास था।

मैंने अचकचा कर कहा, “साहब को कह दो मैंने भी सलाम भेजा है।अब जबकि चपरासी ही गया था तो मैं रिटर्न हरकारे से बॉस की प्रतिष्ठा में सलामी भेजने का मौक़ा क्यों छोड़ता।

चपरासी की आँखें विस्फ़ारित हो गयीं और वह पूरा का पूरा मेरे कमरे में दाखिल हो गया। सफ़ेद अचकन, नीचे धोती और पतलून का कोई हाईब्रिड वस्त्र, तोंद पर कसी चमकते पीतल के बकलवाली  पेटी, लाल साफ़ा और सीने पर तिरछी सजी एक अनावश्यक-सी दिखने वाली लाल पट्टी जो सिर्फ़ मातहतों में शासन-तंत्र का ख़ौफ़ पैदा करने के लिये बनी थी - ऐसी काया को देखकर मेरा हाथ चपरासी को सलाम करने के लिये उठने ही वाला था, तभी वह ब्रिटिश साम्राज्य का छोड़ा हुआ कारिंदा बोल पड़ा, “हुज़ूर।

मैंने झट से सलामी के लिये उठते हाथ से सर खुजाने का ढोंग किया और आत्मसम्मान की रक्षा का यथोचित प्रयास किया। पर उस अनुभवी चपरासी ने मेरी मनोस्थिति भाँप ली और सहानुभूतिपूर्वक बोला, “हुज़ूर, बड़े साहब ने आपको अपने कमरे में बुलाया है।फिर गहरी मुस्कान के साथ बोला, “साहब कुछ रंज में दिखते हैं।

अब मुझे समझ आया कि बॉस ने जो काम दे रखा था उसे पूरा करने की आख़िरी तारीख़ कल निकल चुकी थी, और शायद बॉस को आज उस काम के साथ मेरी भी याद आई होगी। मासूमियत की भी हद होती है। ख़ैर मैं बहानों की लिस्ट मन में तैयार करके बॉस के कमरे में दाखिल हुआ और तब दफ़्तर की कार्यप्रणाली का पहला महाज्ञान प्राप्त हुआ।

तमाम डाँट-डपट, भला-बुरा सुनने और अपने निकम्मेपन का सबूत इकट्ठा करने के बाद मैंने तय कर लिया कि अब सलामी का जवाब सलामी से नहीं दूँगा। वह दिन और आज का दिन - उसके बाद से मुशायरों और क़व्वाली के आयोजनों में भी यदि किसी ने सलाम किया तो मैं बिदक जाता हूँ औरठीक है, ठीक हैबोल कर काम चला लेता हूँ। लोग अजीब- सी नज़रों से देखते हैं औरबेहद बत्तमीज़ नमूना हैके भाव से मुँह बिचका देते हैं।

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