People's Democracy(Weekly Organ of the Communist Party of India (Marxist) |
Vol. XXXVII
No. 08 February 24, 2013 |
On This, That and
Many Things
G Mamatha
THESE days, there are
many things to talk about. Many
things to talk, get angry, cry, heave a sigh, gather our
energy and get ready
for a fight.
Corruption took off
from the ground and is flying
high. The changes in the altitude at which it flies
notwithstanding, it reached
such a height that common people cannot reach it. Whether it
is the Air Chief
Marshall himself who is commanding its flight is not yet
clear. But one thing
is clear – there are many hands involved in shaping its
flight. Unfortunately,
I do not know the castes of the persons involved (Sorry Mr
Ashish Nandy, did
not check it with you).
This reminds us of
another thing. Does corruption have
a caste? That caste is deeply entrenched in Indian society
is an undisputed
fact. But we did not know that corruption also has got a
caste. It needed a
literary festival to educate us. Read about many scams right
from the
Palkhiwala to the Helicopter, but did not bother to enquire
about their caste.
Sorry me.
Caste is not a
leveller. Given. Thanks to the Lit
fest, found out that corruption is a great equaliser.
Enlightenment. Deduction:
The peon who asks for chaai paisa is equal to the
minister who asks for
a cut. Indeed, both are asking for personal aggrandisement!
This reminds me of
an advertisement – a boy riding a bicycle, looking at the
man in a car who
looks at him disgustingly, says, 'aur do payyen hee
uncle, aa jayenge' (the
difference is only of two wheels, they too will come). At
least the ad maker
had the brains to point to the difference of two tyres and
did not say that
both are riding vehicles – a bicycle and a car – and are
thus equal. May be
he/she is not an ‘intellectual’ and did not get the
opportunity to participate
in a Lit fest!
Hail our right to
speech. It is a one way traffic. I
can. You cannot. I have might, so it’s my right. In our
country with all its
various diversities, one thing can be easily identified. It
is might. Might has
money. It has religion, caste and gender. It resides only in
select places.
Might speaks what it feels right. Might decides what is
right to speak.
The meek too have
rights. Right to follow, right to
accept and right to listen. One thing is a strict no-no for
them: right to
question.
Some students of
Might can abuse,
threaten and kill. Ask Togadia. He
epitomises might. It is might: cops cannot arrest it and
prisons cannot hold
them. Remember some of the cops too are part of this might.
They know when to
act. Did they not arrest the Muslim youth immediately after
the bomb blasts in Masjids
and Samjhauta train. They were decorated for cracking the
case. It is another
matter that they turned innocents. You do not have the right
to question about
their lost years, spent in jail. It is experience gained.
Experience makes man
wise!
Might can kill. It
crushed the life of a worker for
striking work. He was crushed under the wheels of a state
transport bus. He
wanted to live a better life. He wanted to be paid for the
work he does. He
wanted to live to earn and plan his children's education. He
thought he had
this right. He thought he can ask the democratic government.
He thought he can
be part of a union and participate in a strike. He dreamt of
a family.
Dreaming, he died. Might wanted him to learn that he does
not have the right to
dream. The lesson he learnt is a lifetime experience.
Workers cannot strike.
Might wants them to know this
lesson clearly. They were told that their strike generates
losses. 20,000
crores of rupees to be precise. It affects profits. It
affects growth. It
affects 'our' image abroad. Might wants workers to work.
Hard. So hard that
they cannot think of anything else except work. They should
go numb with
labour.
Workers should not
think of wages. They should not
learn that every month, the 42 crores of unorganised workers
in our country are
losing Rs 16,80,00,00,00,000 (or one lakh sixty eight
thousand crores). They
should learn only about the 20,000 crores that economy is
losing through
strike.
Might is foolish. If
it increases the purchasing power
of the workers, they will only once again go to the market
to buy goods. It
benefits the might. If one lakh sixty eight thousand crores
of rupees is
additionally placed in the hands of forty two crores of
unorganised workers
every month (the difference between the minimum wage as
demanded by the trade
unions and that they are actually getting) think what it
does to the economy.
Might does not think.
But might is not
really foolish. It knows if wages are
increased its profits get cut. Might thinks a lot. It thinks
about increasing
its profits now. It thinks about cost cutting measures. It
thinks about
increasing exploitation. It thinks about breaking the unity
of workers. It
thinks of measures that can make the workers not to think.
Might is weak. It does
not have the strength of
numbers. It does not know the power of hands joined.
Weak is strong. It has
the strength of numbers. It is
realising the strength of hands joined.
Might wants to stop
this realisation. Weak is learning
more about this strength through struggle. Might wants to
stop this struggle.
Weak wants to fight. Weak is learning to fight. Through
fight it is learning
about its rights. It is learning rights can be won through
fight. Rights can be
protected through fight.
This is what is
happening around in our country. Might
does not want to talk about it. We have to. The more we
talk, the more will
rise. The more the awakened, the more the hands to fight.
The more the merrier.
The hands that can
cook, plough, sow, reap, work the
lathe, turn the wheel, programme the computer have also got
the mettle.
Difficulties and hardships are not new to them. Everyday
they struggle. They
know to fight. Only thing they need to know is to broaden
their everyday
struggle to struggle for a better life. They are realising
this need fast. They
are coming together fast. They are seeing through the
artificial barriers
erected by the mighty to keep them separated. Once these are
overcome and all
the hands come together, a single clap from all these hands
is enough to make the
rulers tremble.
Watch out. The message
for more of such struggles is
catching around the country. Four carriers are setting off.
They are set to
criss-cross the country and sow the seeds of struggle. Watch
out. The seeds are
being sown.