I was planning to write on it for a long time now. Later I decided to take opportunity and rant my view on 2nd October. Anyway, here it is now.
I’m neither a strong believer in what we now a days call Gandhigiri, nor am I a die hard fan of Mahatma Gandhi. And I had all my plans set to curse the great man for being instrumental in dividing India in not two, but three parts. But I watched the movie ‘Gandhi’ this weekend. Remember Ben Kingsley playing the role of Mohandas K Gandhi? I was actually moved by the magnificence and the austerity of the guy. Yes he had these unique ways, which most people demeaned. But some where I see sense in non violence. I notably remember two of the scenes in the movie. One is where Gandhiji is leading a meeting in South Africa against the new legislation of the British government to not to allow so called coloured citizens in the same compartment of the train. Every one suggests one way or the other to combat the injustice, each of them equally violent if not less. However Gandhiji tells them not to retaliate to any of the tortures the British might impend on them. They will stand firm and take the pain. But they will not obey.
In one more such incident during the famous ‘Dandi’ march, a Police officer comes back to the General and the erstwhile viceroy. He tells them all the wrong doings Gandhiji and his followers have been doing. He tells them he beat the agitators and tried to push them back, but to no avail. The general asks, “Was their any violence from their end?” He blandly says, “I’m afraid not, Sir.” They realise who the guy they have come across. A man fighting for a cause, yet not raising even a hand against his imposters.
In his own words, it is but the best thing to embarrass the enemy by not doing what he wants and expects us to do. I observed this during my confrontation with the biker the other night. He hurled abuses at me, even banged his hand on my car. He chased me for 15kms and did every thing he could to provoke me to get into a fight. But I did not relent. At the end he gave up and an altercation was saved. I think if we learn to keep quiet at the right time and speak decent at the right time, it should save us lot of trouble. Why pump out so much hate out? What does it yield to? A blown train? A blood bath at the hotel? A countrywide hate? Riots? Or an innocent blogger to close down the comments to a post to prevent further denigration of a community?
We have been pondering over this question- “When and how will the terrorism end?” Ask this to yourself in a different way. “When will I stop hating?” Search the Mahatma within you and you might end up saving a few lives across the border.