On how we can make the best out of what we are reading.

As teachers and individuals who are around children we must without fail empasise on why they should read carefully and not assume at any point.

It’s essential that children are in a position to evaluate a text using the simple process of skimming.

Just 5 things.

Consider the layout/organisation of the text to understand the purpose of it.

Read the main titles,headings, focus on the pictures, words underlined and the start paragraphs.

Move your eyes quickly over the text from common words and themes.

Try and get a general understanding of the text.

It’s necessary we indulge in this process of skimming each and every time we chance upon or choose to read an article, essay, review or a feature.

This would enable us to understand whether the text is something which would be useful . This way we save our time. Based on our overall picture that we have derived cause we decided to skim read we got to choose if we want to further go ahead exploring the text more.

We need not take more than 25 seconds to skim a decent one page article. That’s all that it takes for us. And we must be able to do it.

Based on your skim reading your students should be in a position to answer a few questions.

1.What type of text? Letter/feature/story/email etc.
2.Who wrote it?
3.Target audience?
4.Why was it written?
5.When was it written?

If your students have an answer to these question post skimming they are doing just right. If not you know what to get them to do.

Once your students have a general idea regarding the article and they are going ahead to explore it further. They are expected to scan for details.

To look for specific details is an intense activity. They are completely engaged in inferring from the text. They will be in a position to look up the key words and find answers to the questions you ask them based on the text.

It’s necessary to take them though this process so that the are able to comfortably locate or pick information from a given text.

To ensure they have completely understood the reading material you asked your students to read you could assign them extended activity which would be a response to what they have just read.

Assigning students with a lot reading material and expecting them to be able to comprehend everything on their own is never a great idea.

While assigning a reading task to students of any grade we must take into consideration two things-
1. Would learners benefit from extra thinking time as we assign them reading back at home.

2.Would they be able to independently do this task.

This is not something that only students must practice. But this is for everyone. We should read smartly!

Hope this comes handy !

Conversation with Gorgeous Souls #4

A lot of people. Yeah I saw a lot of them.Walking up and down wearing so many kinds of mask near the waiting lounge at the Airport. In the midst of increasing corona cases and the fear emanating out of this it seems this fear is spreading faster than the disease itself.

I also came across many who where too preoccupied with whatever they were doing. Some sipping coffee, some reading books and few on phone. I was equally jobless closely looking around.

I stood up to get myself a cup of hot coffee. Right then I heard a lady behind me. A beautiful aunty in a pretty white salwar who looked a little upset about something. In her broken hindi she asked me”kya mey ek call kar sakti hun apke phone seh”(Could I use your phone to make a call). I looked at her. She looked at me. She looked very much a malayali.I wondered for few seconds and asked her one thing “malayali ano”? (she did ask me “Naatil evideya” [in Kerala where are you from] hehe).To which she smiled and said yes! She had a smile on her face now. She called her husband and informed that her phone isnt working for some reason and gave back my phone.

Got myself a hot cup of coffee and sat down thinking I’ll talk to her till its time for me to board the flight. But by then it was time for her to board her flight and she left.

After this soon I too got onto my flight and found my seat(window seat like always). I sat there for a while and no one came.Anyhow in sometime there came an uncle who sat next right to me. He resembled a friend of mine. He looked and spoke just like him. He didnt talk to me. I overheard him speak to his wife.

It was about 30 mins or so. By now cabin crew started coming over asking whether we would like to have something. From the limited options people chose cookies, cup noodles, coffee etc. From my seat I could see a one grandpa who had to wait for about 8-10 mins before he could open and mix the noodles he had just got himself. His face said he doesnt like it. The smell of these instant food was in the air. Bleh sort it was.

As my eyes were taking rounds seeing not so happy faces. I was all of a sudden pulled by the delicious aroma of fresh Sambar and vada. This wasnt from far. It was brought by the uncle who sat right next to me.I saw it was neatly packed in banana leaf.

In him I saw a man who enjoyed what he ate and chose what he ate. I love people who are particular about food. It seems simple but it is all about the choices we make.

We shared no exchange of words or smiles. But I was impressed. It could be either his wife who would have packed dinner for him with so much love or it could be he who would have insisted on getting something yummy instead of having something that would definitely not feel so good.

 

Conversation with Gorgeous Souls #3

Last year during one of the short breaks I was travelling back home for a few days.The flight was at around 7:30pm and fearing the traffic jam I took a cab and reached a little early at the airport. I thought I would end up being super bored. But I didn’t know who was waiting there for me.

With my handbag on my shoulder and a book by Kafka I walked up and sat down near a Punjabi family. There was this super cute child sitting with his mom. After the quick intro we had with each other. He started telling me how long they had been waiting at the airport since their flight was delayed by 7-8 hours. His mom and dad seemed tired but he was a bubbly child who was ready to have some fun if he could find someone to play. He quickly introduced me as his friend to his mother. We exchanged smiles.

He jumped over the sofa he was sitting and came sat down next to me. He asked me whether we could play. I was bored. He was a cute little one. I couldn’t say no to him. We decided to walk up and down near the waiting lounge and talk. We mainly discussed our schools and especially about the naughty kids in our class. One interesting thing he was explaining to me was why his flight got delayed. He said he thinks the ‘buddhu pilot‘ (foolish pilot) would have slept off and by the time he woke up the flight would have reached somewhere else. He advised me to not to use this particular airline because he understood they are very lazy based on couple of experiences he had during his earlier trips and few his relatives had. His mother was looking at us from a distance she was waiting for her husband who had gone to enquire about the revised timing of their flight.

While we two were having lot of fun telling each other about our schools. His little sister decided to come and introduce herself. He wanted all the attention and didn’t want his sister to take any of it away. She came over and sat between us. He had too many things to tell but we understood we had very less time as his dad came over telling them to get ready to board.

He told his mom he will come in a minute and came back to me. He took a sip from the 7UP bottle peeping out of my handbag and said, “Dost, ab mujhe jaana hoga kyunki mere Papa bula rahe hai” (My friend,now I will have to leave since my dad is calling me). On seeing him drink juice from my bottle his mother thought I wouldn’t have liked and started telling him to say sorry to me.

To which he just said, “Maa, woh meri dost hai bura nahi manengi”. ( Mom, she is my friend. I am sure she wouldnt mind)

We all smiled at each other and wished each other safe flight.

 

 

 

 

 

Conversation with Gorgeous Souls #2

A lot is been said and told about those branded as anti-nationals, misguided citizens or in simple terms those referred to as the Naxals. Our former Prime Minister Manmohan Singh described them as the single biggest threat to our country’s security. And recent news reports show that government has made efforts to get things under control in few of these naxal affected states. We have also heard of the atrocities to which they have been subjected.

Anyhow are they against the government or are they against the development initiatives that deprive them of what belongs to them? That is for us to ponder.

I am here not to make comments or take sides.

Rajkummar’s Oscar nominated movie ‘Newton’ discussed burning questions revolving around this subject. It also presented multiple points of view.

Few months back I watched a Malayalam movie ‘Unda’ and this too like Newton delved into the problems that the character encounters when they are posted for election duty in a maoist area.

Based on all that we have heard, read and understood about them we have a picture that isn’t very clear, I suppose.

As we were driving back home after watching Newton our discussion on this led to a point where dad shared an experience, he had during 2001-02 winters. And this is how it goes.

During the peak winter in 2001 we as a nation witnessed a terrorist attack on our parliament. And this led to a massive war build-up at our western border. All men and material deployed in peace stations were moved up to borders in the anticipation of an impending war. He being an instructor for an Anti-Aircraft missile operation was responsible for training the combat crew to fire missiles. He was asked to retrieve a simulator used for training from a place in Andhra by road to Delhi with eight personnel and convoy of four vehicles.

He and his team moved towards Delhi through the naxal infested area. He was worried at the beginning of his journey as he knew that he was a sitting duck to a well-armed naxal gang who could steal their weapons or take them captive anytime. They planned to travel during the day and stay at the police stations enroute or at defence establishments. Every stop over was planned to the finest.

They moved from Bapatla and the first day went off uneventful. The second day they started from Khammam and moved towards Warangal. But unfortunately, the vintage vehicles they were using had some technical fault. As a result their planned timelines went for a toss. Unlike planned they were not able to settle for the night as they were stuck. They were worried as they were travelling through the area that was considered to be prime naxal area. Soon he was reminded of all the dark stories related to naxals he had come across in his life.

With sun setting fast he told his boys to take a stop at the police chowki or station whichever came next on the way. It was 5pm and they chanced upon a police station and this was great relief for them. As a convoy they moved towards the small station hoping for a safe lodging. But to their utter disappointment the police personnel refused to let them into their station as they feared the naxals will attack their chowki(in order to steal the weapons from those who are given asylum there).

Even after repeated requests from their side those at the station refused to let them in. Anyhow they told them that there was a big police station on the way 10 km ahead which according to them had enough manpower and weapons to ward off naxals. At the end of their debate it was around 6pm in the evening and he told himself that they are stepping into a dangerous area. As they witnessed the sense of fear in local police, they were very apprehensive of what was ahead of them and what was to happen that murky night.

As per what was told to them, they kept moving. They kept their weapons ready to shoot if they were attacked. They kept moving but unlike what was promised they never came across a station even after covering a distance of 15km. They soon understood it was pointless to travel any further so they decided to stop at a place which had semblance of civilisation on the road.

As they parked their vehicles on the road and settled, they realised they had not had anything for quite a long time. They only had two packets of biscuits left with them. Three of them took a stroll towards the road. They walked up to a tiny road side shop which was faintly lit. They asked the owner of the shop if they could get something to fill their tummies for tonight. He humbly told them that he had to wind up as he was too tired and had to get back home.

They walked back to their people who were waiting near the vehicle. As they stood there, one old man in a traditional attire probably in his early sixties came walking along with a young guy.

He was looking curiously at their equipment’s loaded on their vehicles and asked them who they were. Since dad was the convoy commander he spoke to the old man. This man wished him and spoke in his broken hindi and he introduced himself as Ramalu. He told him that  he and his boys were IAF personnel’s and were proceeding to border. The old man asked him whether he could be of any help to them. Dad told him that his boys were hungry. The old man smiled and told him “saab nenu dekhta kya kar saktha” (Sir, let me see what I can do) and this man instructed his assistant to do something. The old man sat with them talking about how India will fare well in case of war. The assistant boy vanished into the dark and after one hour or so along with four other young guys appeared with freshly made chappathi and pickle.

After having food, we tried paying him money which he refused. But finally, on their repeated insistence he took Rs 100 as token. They thanked him and he wished them well for their journey.  They walked him up the road in an effort to show gratitude. As they approached the tea shop ahead the owner saw them and came out to wish Mr Ramalu. He waved at the tea shop owner and continued walking off with his young men into the dark. As they wished adieu to each other Mr. Ramalu blessed them to defeat enemy (Pakistan) in case of war and also added that he will pray for them.

He was a little curious to know who the old man was and as they reached back to the tea shop. He asked his colleague CPL Chandra to enquire with the owner of the tea stall. The owners answer stunned him and Chandra alike. He told them that he was the mukhiya of the local naxal dalam and the people who came with the food were his dalam members. Both of them were jolted off their senses. But they were also too tried to look up and rewind the incidents in their mind. They did not know whether everything that happened was true or a dream.

Back at the convoy he told his boys to unload all gun and keep the bullets locked up in their vehicles as he now knew they were totally safe. He was feeling the hypocrisy of life as the police who was supposed to protect them from naxal attack betrayed them in a time of emergency and the naxal who were supposed to attack on them at the first instance gave them food from their share.

He said he was truely left more confused in his mind about who the naxals were – friend or foe?

Conversations with Gorgeous Souls#1

Last Puja holidays we decided to make a visit to two of the north eastern states-Assam and Meghalaya . As there are no direct flights to Guwahati we flew via Chennai.

Onboard next to me were few research scholars from one of the universities in Guwahati. And they were on their way back home after a three day conference at Thiruvananthapuram. The one sitting to my left was few years elder to me. Something I vividly remember about her was she was very lively and talkative.

She sat there overwhelmed as she was taking back with her all the beautiful memories she had while she was here in Kerala. And right next to her I was sitting all excited and thrilled to be flying to her native place. The flight was to take 4 hours before it was to land. I was glad she initiated the conversation. Personally I am not that comfortable starting it from my end when I am meeting someone for the first time (always had this starting trouble but once the ice breaks I can take it forward easily). She started off by telling me about the Kerala sarees she had bought and the sumptuous Kerala Sadhya she had tasted for the first time. She was at the peak when she was explaining how she was served something other than the regular bottled water wherever she dined during these three days. “Either it was warm and yellow or it was pink and warm served mostly in glass tumbler”she said. One is jeera vellam and the other she was referring to was Karingali vellam (This one is made out of the bark of a tree that is dried and stored. A little bit of it is put in the water and boiled to give you this pink coloured water).

She told me she was so stunned seeing this Karingali Vellam that she went all the way inside to the cook house to see the same. She mentioned that the staff there were very sweet and that they gave her little to see how exactly this looks like. She also added that she wanted to take home some. To my surprise she wasn’t kidding she did actually go and get some for herself from one of the herbal shops near her stay.

Moving on she asked me if I was travelling to the NE for the first time. On hearing my yes her eyes told me she became all focussed to make sure I visit all the prominent places in Guwahati. She also suggested places from where I could buy for myself a beautiful Mekhla Chador (their traditional wear).

As we spoke my gushing excitement was coupled with her overwhelming experience of having traveled all the way from the East to the South for the first time. The time just ran and we didn’t even realise when we landed and were waving at each other.

It wouldn’t have been the same if I hadn’t met her before landing there. Still thankful to her for that. Also, I wouldn’t have known someone could find our Karingali Vellam so fascinating a thing.

 

Does he think too much of himself?

The other day when I was taking a session on Biographies and Autobiographies , a little one from the grade six came up to me asking whether the book in my hand was actually  written by Nehru .

He seemed okay when I told him that The book titled “Gandhi:His Life and Message for the World”

I moved on with my session giving examples of famous autobiographies starting with My Days by RK Narayan,  Wings of Fire by Kalam and finally a mention of Gandhi’ autobiography titled “My Experiments with Truth”.

As and when I finished with my explanation and examples for both of them this little one, whom I fondly call Tara and his friends call him 5T or Takali which means tomato in Malayalam and Tamil, came up to me and told me “Ma’am I am okay with fact that people write about lives of other individuals  who are famous and have achieved something significant in life but what I don’t understand is why do people write their own story?”.

Instantly, he added ,”I used to like both Nehru and Gandhi till I thought they only had biographers narrating their lives to us”.

He continued saying, “I didn’t know both Gandhi and Nehru had penned down their lives. I really don’t like them now. I feel they think too much of their self that is why they came up with these books which I see in your hands”.

Even before I could reply to him he said, “I think those who think too much of their self sit down to write everything about them”.

He saw it differently.

I was happy as he came up and shared his view on this unlike others who passively sat through the class jotting down things I was mentioning.

After the class we (Tara and me) sat down discussing more about autobiographies. We enjoyed those extra minutes we spent discussing something more than that was planned for the day.

“Could you tell me my story better than I can tell you” is one of the questions I asked him in return.

During our discussion I gave him few examples from Gandhi’s autobiography. Things Gandhi could have skipped but he chose to write it down and share with his readers. Those which never found a mention in his biography.

“Now this genre makes sense to me ma’am” said he and there entered his next teacher.

It’s beautiful to see kids engage with you openly and confidently.

Let kids explore , engage , express and eventually excel .

Tomorrow’s dawn would end our long waiting!

It was a few years of waiting but it was an exhilarating period for each of us .

And it is finally tomorrow that we would be witnessing the Kochi Metro commencing its service.

It was sheer happiness to see the pace at which the metro work was going on, 24*7 without any interruption, as we went around the city during these years.

Sincere thanks to the workers who worked day in and out to make this project reach its completion on time.

To the very little inconveniences caused during the project we didn’t mind putting up with you.

It was during my first year of graduation in 2013 that the Metro works began and ever since then I had been eagerly looking forward to its completion because it was certain that it would change the face of ‘Nammude Kochi’.

Something new, something unique was introduced almost every day by KMRL and each time we came to know about it, it just added to our sense of happiness and pride.

They have been making headlines for all the right reasons. And we are so proud of them.

From hiring individuals from the transgender community, employing 7 women as loco pilots, ensuring no special reservation for women , providing work to 700 women who belong to Self-help group (Kudumbashree) and their open acknowledgment of the efforts of the migrant workers testify that through these actions Kerala’s first metro system guarantees a more inclusive society.

Apart from these there are numerous reasons why Kochi Metro stands at a different pedestal. To mention a few would be – Integrated transport model , Water metro , Non-Motorised Transport , One Ticket many journeys scheme , Automatic Fare Collection system, Kochi one app, Themed stations , Green Kochi drive , Adopt a tree scheme , Made in India coaches , Communication Based Train Control and Regenerative breaks .

Glimpses of KMRL’s sweet gestures towards their workers 

Kochi Metro thanks migrant workers with ‘traditional sadhya’

Metro workers writing their messages in their own languages .

Dance party for the workers who were associated with Kochi Metro for the past four years .

But what came as a disappointment was that India’s Metro man, E Sreedharan, was not at first counted among those who were to be present during the inauguration of Kochi Metro on saturday.

To this he said he has no complaints, and “feels no heaviness”.

And it was only a day or two back that the Prime Minister’s Office finally sent him an official invite to the inauguration event which is to take place at Kaloor stadium in Kochi tomorrow.

Apparently a delayed invite to an event that could not have been possible if he had not endowed his confidence and vision in making this project a success and also completing it with such brilliance.

But this morning I came across this picture and it did turn me off.

No matter who counts or not 

No matter who invites or not 

No matter who acknowledges or not 

He is the man and we are so proud of him . 

 

PS:  Thanks Bini for reminding me it had been long since I shared something here.

Best of Everything-My New Realm .

To the one who led me into this new realm -thank you for believing in me.

This has definitely been the most beautiful thing that has happened to me over the year’s.And I am glad you felt I could do my bit along with the others.

Adding to the charm was being blessed with a whole set of amazing people who wouldn’t have happened to me if I wasn’t in. Thank you guys for all the love!

Belong is the new realm I chose. And I am glad each day about being a part of it .For me it is truly a feeling that’s unparalleled.

‘Belong magic’ is what I call it.

If I was to count how long it has been- 6 months I would say! But it feels longer because the sense of belonging here is wonderful. One has to experience it to understand how it actually feels.  Turning each month older here has been something I eagerly looked forward.

Even though I always wanted to be a part of something good something worth the effort it didn’t happen unless I was introduced to Belong. Thankyou Ritesh.

When one has the freedom to come up with anything and everything that would be of real good to kids and in the broader sense for the community, one often tends to bring out their best. And this individual best collectively put forth has been the reason why this organisation has been doing remarkably well over the years. Well in its own ways.

“When you take small steps at a time it is definite you see your goal ahead but with the constant awareness that it isn’t going be easy, it is your determination that helps you attain it”. This isn’t something I didn’t know but being here I just realised how true and practical this approach is.

There isn’t anything more beautiful than to spend your weekends with cute little kids who eagerly wait to see you, be with you and also learn from you. They learn from us, we learn from them. It has always been mutual. It is certainly a wonderful way. The best part of such an involvement is that it helps us realise that life is much more than what you have seen, known and thought it is. It is real in every sense.

The most cherishable moments I have had here have been with these adorable ones and I still long for more. I wait for sundays literally.

For all the love and sincere support Belongies thanks! .It has helped me a lot when it came to taking up responsibilities here. Overwhelming support. Thank you for believing I could take it up.

Long way ahead

Lots to learn

Lots to experience

Lots to enjoy with you guys.

To those who envisioned a day this far I am sure you are very proud of where we are heading each day.

Personally I am so proud I am part of such an awesome bunch of people who so genuinely endow their time and effort for such a novel cause.

This post was due on the day I turned 6 months old here but it is only today that I found some time to share my sense of happiness of being a part of this organisation.

Love and regards Belongies.

You see what I saw but not what I endure

This was a thought that came to me when I was asked to write an article on the topic Photography in connection with a conference held at my college. It took me a while to actually think of a specific area relating to this topic on which I could pen down my thoughts. And as I have no technical knowledge of this area I rather decided to choose a topic that would either deal with the attachment people have towards photographs or with the mental psyche of photographers (especially the photojournalists) .So after pondering for a while on this I had reached a point where I thought I would express my personal views regarding the mental conflict that a photojournalist undergoes during the course of his life.

Standing in the midst of a war torn or a disaster hit area, a photojournalist endows the world with the horrific sight of what he has witnessed. What people see through his lens is what he first saw and what he has first handedly experienced in his life .During the course of his journalistic career; he is constantly subjected to an internal turmoil which very slowly consumes him. The mental catastrophe which he undergoes arises due to his inability to choose between his profession and his innate sense of responsibility towards his fellow beings.  It requires some serious consideration on the part of the viewers to understand his helpless situation as it is ultimately his profession which demands him to click those dreadful, terrible and awful seeming photographs .The viewers should be in a position to realise that just like any other professional, he too indulges in his work with utmost commitment as it earns him his living. It has been noted that the subject what he captures attains all the required attention but sadly what he internally undergoes remains an experience unheard, unnoticed and untouched.

An instance where this internal conflict had ultimately consumed a photographer’s life was in the case of Kevin Carter, the photojournalist who captured the sufferings of the Sudanese famine which was published in the New York Times on March 26, 1993. As soon as his photograph was published people were of the opinion that, “he was inhumane and that he should have dropped his camera to run to the little girl’s aid”. Carter was deeply and fatally affected by what he had experienced at Sudan but it was his sense of guilt which did not let him survive any longer after winning the Pulitzer for this particular photograph shown below .

The vulture and the little girl ,1993 .

And it was very recently that the entire world came together to mourn the death of a three year old Syrian boy who died at the Turkish Coast.

Aylan as his body was tragically recovered from the Turkish Coast

The image of the boy lying dead on the sea shore echoed around the world. But the world did not bother to know what this journalist had mentally undergone when she had captured this heart wrenching photograph. All the compassion and sympathy was drawn towards the toddler and his family, leaving aside the one who had witnessed it all by herself.

It was during the same conference (one mentioned above) that I got an opportunity to interact with  Mr. Josekutty Panackal, Chief Photojournalist Malayala Manorama Daily whereupon I had requested him to express his personal view on this topic.

The question put forward to him was that, “What is that the journalists internally undergo while witnessing tormenting sights and instances during the course of their professional career which we as mere viewers don’t realise or attempt to understand?”

His quick and earnest reply to it, “I find your question very interesting as you have  asked a very different question rather than the often repeated jibe as to why the journalist did not become a party in the helping process of the hapless subject he is aiming his camera at .

First of all it’s rather harsh for you to place journalists as a different species. We are as humane as any other human being. We feel the same pain and frustration a victim or an individual undergoes and regret and cry like anyone. We see and endure what others do not see or endure and yet we are often blamed for not showing compassion and exhibiting cold bloodedness. 
Once we are on the field with the camera or the pen, every journalist is a mercenary. We finish off the job with precision and without mercy. It’s because our organizations expects us to deliver images and stories that reflects the exact mood of a tragedy or disaster that has befallen the area. 

Eddie Bissel , a trainer of the famous Thompson foundation once explained a case study of a British road rage victim who was helped by a passing journalist to reach the hospital. The victim died and the blame for the death fell on the journalist as he did not go through the standard procedure of calling the ambulance. The victim had a spinal injury and the help rendered by the journalist had aggravated it further leading to his death.

Unlike the west where natural calamities and disasters are low compared to the Asian sub continent, journalists in Asia are exposed to the elements very often. This in a way leads to Journalists being insensitive to smaller tragedies. Accidents and tragedies become so common like seeing the Kerala express train passing the Aluva Bridge daily.  I hope I have answered your question and must say that I really liked the title of your article”.

 It is with immense happiness that I would like to thank Josekutty sir for expressing his personal thoughts on this topic .

His reply to this question could be considered as a representative voice for all that the photojournalists endure, during their lifetime.  So ultimately I feel it is high time that we try to realise that it is only because of their courage and their innate sense of commitment towards the greater humanity that they choose to be at such dangerous, hostile and very difficult situations. A sincere mark of respect is what they deserve and not mere baseless criticism from those who peacefully sit on their couches and switch channels or scroll the news up and down.

Sincere thanks to Sree Hari sir for being an inspiration and for making me believe that we should never restrict ourselves to anything specific because there is something new waiting for us each day.

We fell for their Gimmick

It has been a while since I thought I should write about the so called rising intolerance but apparently it just got delayed .

Pertaining to my knowledge of the world and everything that is happening in and around I very strongly feel that the idea of projecting India as an intolerant country was a strategic one. According to me it was employed by those who couldn’t accept the fact that the party at the centre was actually winning hearts everywhere. It was purposefully brought out right before the Bihar elections in order to create a sense of confusion and havoc in the minds of the voters. And those who employed this idea were very successful at their attempt as BJP apart from performing better than the previous government also indulged in spreading the Hindutva ideology along with the RSS (which wasn’t needed). This idea of making people believe that our country is intolerant was a gimmick .

If we take out some time and seriously think about this discussion we would realise that things aren’t as bad as they are portrayed . It is just that things have been hyped up out of proportion . All thanks to our news and social media who have turned out to be experts when it comes to sensationalising each and everything in order to increase their TRP’s. Is that all that matters to them ?.

As soon as media took it up, we witnessed around 36 writers and more than 24 members of the film fraternity who returned their awards claiming that India is intolerant when it comes to freedom of expression associating it with the killing of the famous writers Kalaburgi , Pansare and Dabholkar .

In the past we have had various instances were these writers could have reacted but it is only now that they chose to react . It is probably because the air they breathe today seems to say that India is intolerant and this has greatly influenced them . So I sincerely doubt whether it is out of their genuine concern that they chose to return their awards or was it yet another stunt to be in the limelight ?

There were various remarks and comments made on the growing intolerance in the country but nothing was blown up like what was said by the Bollywood star, Aamir Khan .He was just being frank and open when he shared his wife’s view on the growing intolerance .He said, “I am alarmed, my wife suggested moving out of India”. Instead of ridiculing them and saying that they lack patriotism we should have inquired what made her say so.He would have never expected such a bizarre reaction from the people of his country and his fellow actors. I am sure after this incident he would always have second thoughts when it comes to expressing his thoughts and opinions publicly.

You wouldn’t be surprised if I say we have tolerated the corruption stricken state of our country , we have tolerated poverty as a part , we have tolerated numerous riots , we have tolerated the pathetic condition of our mother nature , we have tolerated the gender differences , we have tolerated political performances , we have tolerated the fact that the heinous criminals roam freely in our country , we have tolerated the demanded conformity , we have tolerated honour killing and a lot more in our country over the years.

It seems funny to me that the people of our country could without any issue tolerate a government which aimed at doing nothing productive for our country and its growth but cant tolerate a government which has performed exceptionally well in all affairs .To those who feel the NAMO government too hasn’t done anything I suggest you do read up Meenakshi Lekhi’s article titled “Good days, blind propagandists” published in The week magazine’s december edition. You would realise your sense of aversion towards this government is pointless.

The opposition was very successful in their attempt to portray India as intolerant and this was only because we fell for their strategy  .

Think for yourself than going with the mass opinion. The day you yourself feel it , say it aloud and stick to your opinion unless you find it has changed. The day I feel it , I promise to stand up for it .

And on religious intolerance I would say God wouldn’t be happy seeing us behave this way. Respect each other and live happily .