Monsoon in Syria
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I wrote a very
romantic piece on Monsoon, towards the end of May, by which time Monsoon had
just started to make its presence felt. Rain clouds were arriving in the sky in
bundles. It suggested the end of the rudeness of summer. However, I could not
publish the article. Why? It was too romantic, for the reality that followed.
The following reality
necessitated the pondering of the pre- and post- Monsoon social life in India. I
realized that as the saying goes, the Changaran, who climbed the coconut palm,
was still on the palm. No one brought him down, yet. This is an old adage
suggesting procrastination, changelessness and corruption (popular in Malayalam
language, in Kerala, southern India).
Monsoon is not just a
natural phenomenon. Culturally and socially, humanity has responded towards
this phenomenon, and assimilated it into the varying spectrum of cultural
experiences. Still, each year, in Kerala, the land of Monsoon, once the rain
comes down, the roads become useless, schools and colleges have either their
roof dripping or fell down, electricity becomes a rare commodity, as the supply
lines are either flooded or made useless by the rust or falling trees. Most of
the paddy fields and banana plantations suffer the harmful impact of water
blockage or flood, as there is no proper channeling of the rainwater down
sewages. In fact, in some places, there are no sewages at all. Imagine roads
without sewages or the existing sewages ones filled with garbage dumps. The
logical outcome about the condition of such a road would be devastation. Of
course, so are many highways in Kerala. I am not even talking about the flood
in North India. That is totally another issue. Let’s come back to Kerala. Who
is responsible?
Is it a specific type
of cultural amnesia? Why do people often forget a very poignant experience such
as Monsoon, each year? To ask this, is to enquire also, why aren’t we learning
lessons from our experiences? If you repeat the same mistakes again, it becomes
a decision, as Paulo Coelho puts it. (Words may not be accurate, but the sense
is.) Is this cultural dilemma unique to this tiny strip of land, in the Western
Coast of India, called Kerala?
In order to find an
answer to this question, we must first accept that social behavior and cultural
changes should be studied in terms of ‘patterns’ rather than close analysis of
isolated events. The pattern, to which our post-mass-amnesia situation in Kerala
can be stripped down to, is; ‘A group of people repeating the same errors under
a repeating event.’
Let us analyze
another specimen here—Syria.
The current situation
in Syria do not much reflect Afghanistan in its past, as much as the crisis resolution
measures under consideration by Russia, Britain, America and other global
players. They say, it would be better to arm the rebels for securing justice.
Some pundits propose this measure as the ultimate chance of the survival of the
ordinary people from the government’s military brutality.
Why does it sound a
lot like the American strategy, a couple decades ago, against the Russian
invasion in Afghanistan? Uncle Sam armed the opposition there, back then, in
the hope that finally, the poor tribal folks can defend themselves. We all know
what resulted from this ‘solution’ in Afghanistan. In Syria, they plan a
similar operation.
Pattern-- ‘A group of
people repeating the same errors under a repeating event.’
God save them.
The power had just been
cut off, one again. Power stays through the daytime, very rarely. So I took it
to write on a paper, with a pen. A black, ballpoint pen, on a newsprint paper
(low quality and pale in colour, since I cannot afford a costly sheet of paper
at present.) is grinding its way down to the concluding part. For the time
being, rain has come to a halt, but it will resume, soon, probably. I love
rain.
I heard in a news
channel, two days back; a minister in Kerala talk about the precautionary
measures the government had already taken months back (even before the arrival
of Monsoon), for Monsoon damages this year. The minister stated that he had
dispatched a considerably good amount of money to the District Collectors, to
be used under any natural calamity. The District Collectors, then, have to wait
for the people to die and crops to flood. The newsreader, then inquired about
the ditches in the middle of national highways and broken country roads, the sewages
that were never cleaned, and the water blockage it created. The minister
repeated his statement, once again; the same words, the same meaningless
sequence of offers, the same assurances, and the same fake ethical integrity.
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