Monday, November 23, 2009

22nd November, 2009. JNU.

When I met Kar for tea yesterday evening she told me about this gherao she'd seen at the North Gate. Four men inside a police van, students milling around aimlessly and the main gate locked. Neither of us being in the mood for Renaissance art, we walked to the gate to see what was happening. Apparently these four Delhi types had come onto campus drunk and harassed some women who called the guards on them. Common occurrence, they get beaten up and kicked out but this time one of the smarties pulled a gun on the guard and so the police were called. Apparently, the police refused to lodge an FIR, so the crowd had surrounded the van and wouldn't let it leave.

The scene at the gate was quite cheerful, we stood around for a bit (I got into a fight) laughing at the poor fucks stuck inside the van and at their car which had been d-e-m-o-l-i-s-h-e-d c-o-m-p-l-e-t-e-l-y (we even took photos with the overturned car but that was later). There were people outside the gate and on the walls. Maia was taking photos from her perch on the wall. Sandeep Singh, the Student's Union President, got up on the roof of the van to address us, once in a while a roar went up, which we joined in even though we couldn't hear much of what he said.

Then we went back to dinner and came back, having accumulated Rajani and Dhawale on the way. About forty five minutes had elapsed. There were more people there when we returned, Karan went up to the car with Kar's camera to take photos of the people inside (Nitin Kapoor, Ankit Nanda, Amit Chauhan and Gagan Kumar), got some nice photos. Then we saw the van heave. Dhawale spotted Oompy in the middle of the crowd trying to stop people from pushing the van and then everything erupted. The gate opened, the van sped out, somebody chucked a stone and shattered the back window. And for a brief moment the crowd just inside the gate stood face to face with the RAF outside the gate. A crowd of students, most of whom were just bumming around on a Sunday evening vs. a posse of riot policemen, with helmets, sticks and shields. Then somebody chucked a stone, the police lathicharged and the crowd surged back. So we ran, laughing at the absurdity of it, I think most people were laughing. I stopped running because I didn't want to get caught in a stampede and one kind RAF uncle ran up to me and said "bhaago, bhaago". The police retreated and the crowd came back. This is when it started to get serious (and where this will get really incoherent). Both sides started throwing bricks at each other and the police lathicharged again. I ran up the side of the road to the faculty quarters. One enterprising young man was throwing chocolate bombs at the police on the road below, who were now beating up individuals, so a couple of policemen followed us up. There were about ten to fifteen more people outside the house where I went, the woman whose house it was pushed us in and told us to stay in. There were people inside who had broken noses, broken heads, broken chins etc. The door was open and one policeman came inside and tried to drag a boy out but the faculty member whose house it was screamed at him for coming inside her house (she told me later that he was drunk and said to her, "haath mein lathi hain, jahan chahe jayenge"). I left by the back gate and went back to the road. Kar and Karan were outside, both with streaming eyes. They had been teargassed. The police had retreated to the gate and the crowd had retreated too. Some students had been arrested. The crowd refused to disperse till the police left and the police refused to leave until the crowd had dispersed. Finally, the gates were closed after about an hour and the crowd had dispersed a little, most were at Ganga Dhaba (which is close to the gate) waiting to know what would happen to the arrested students. I left around 1130, things had still not been resolved.

I heard today that the arrested students had been brought back around 130, that Oompy had three sections of his right arm bandaged because he tried to save a girl from being hit, that another woman who had tried to prevent a fellow student (who she did not know, by the way) from being beaten up on the street outside had been dragged to a police van and the student who she had been trying to save threatened with a rape case. I heard this was the second time students had been lathicharged on campus, I heard the Vice Chancellor was not in the country and that the Dean of Students had also been beaten up. I also heard a lot of party politics bullshit.

One name that came up again and again while Sandeep Singh was trying to pacify the crowd was Manu Sharma (the man convicted for murdering Jessica Lall) and how he had gone free for several years. The prevailing sentiment was that if we let the van leave then these four guys would also get away scot free (somebody's daddy was somebody important, or rich, same shit in Delhi). The prevailing sentiment was that you can't trust the police. Both correct. In blocking the van from 330 in the afternoon to 930 at night, yes, we obstructed the police in it's work but there is still no justification for this sort of violence on a crowd that was largely peaceful.

Don't believe the news. Nobody I spoke to today thought we had "over reacted" (and I spoke to a lot of apolitical, peaceful people), we didn't start the fight and it could not have been a toy gun.

Edit:

To add to that, the father of the boy who pulled the gun out said that it was his son's "constitutional right to own a gun". Also, according to a DSU pamphlet I read some time after posting this, the police intervention happened because there was a Police Control van outside the gate that came in to protect these guys. Found in the car were some mall development papers. These are things that I have heard/read, might be untrue. I will put up the photos that Kar took when I get them from her.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Tonight:

- I went on a protest march because they were going to burn an effigy at the end of it. Kar and I expected a full Ramlila scene but no, it was a "kutti" effigy as someone put it.

- Therefore I walked from Sabarmati to Godavari to Ganga to Godavari again via Narmada to Sabarmati past Tapti and Koyna and Lohit to Chandrabhaga and back to Sabarmati via Mahi-Mandvi. Then again to Ganga via Godavari. Pretty much all of the student residential area in JNU.

- Engaged Karan in "critical discourse". Did not manage to shake his political convictions.

- Had lemon tea.

- During the course of all this, I wore a hole into the sole of my shoes.

- And froze my fingers, so much so that the tap water seems warm and typing is painful.

Just another regular night on campus.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Another beautiful day. It rained last night. None of that ceaseless gentle drizzle that we saw last week, proper rain, with donner aber keine blitz. Caught at the bus stop, mostly out of choice, a bit out of compulsion. My umbrella is soon going to star in a film and make lots of money.

Today, same thing I had for lunch yesterday, half plate dal makhni and two tandoori rotis. Life is beautiful. Don't ask me why, I don't know why. Life isn't perfect, it's just beautiful, things fuck up everyday, but then it doesn't matter. I'll write my paper happily, I'll study happily, I'll even forget you happily.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

I am grateful today for the mist and the rain. I am grateful for the Sunday picnic affair that is 24/7 for lunch. I am grateful for work done and I am grateful for my dark room. For the way it feels when I look up and see aroplanes in the sky as if through a sheet of tracing paper. For the coldness of the air and the long meandering roads where I live, for chanced upon benches and sudden parks in the middle of nowhere. For quiet company that agrees on a long, long walk. For happiness, for love, for JNU. Thank you God.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

My solution for every problem is gotosleep. I have had a disorienting day. Okay, three hours. I think it's the room being so dark that does it. It's not sunny anyway and no light comes in through my windows. So sometimes at three in the afternoon I feel like it's evening. I haven't started work but I've planned it out. Nothing to do but this obsessive chronicling of boring things. I wish I had a tighter class schedule. I wish I wasn't a student. I think I'll gotosleep now.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Today I am a good example of all the ways that one can go wrong when one is away from home. I am hungover. I have no money on me and a hundred in my account. I have nothing to eat in my room and I'm too lazy to go out to the ATM to pick up money and then buy food. While I have good enough credit with Prem to buy cigarettes on credit from him until my money comes through, I do not have anything of that sort established in any of the dhabas or canteens. I haven't had a bath in four days and won't today either. I haven't done any work in about three weeks. Writing notes on Saturday the 31st in film class I see that the last class happened on the 5th. I haven't missed classes, classes just haven't happened.

The other day an auto driver asked me if we still paid 180 a year to study in JNU. I said yes. He then asked me how much the hostels take. I said 1200. He said, "but that is VERY CHEAP". It is. I know people who pay 30K a month at their educational institutions. I pay 1200. It is very cheap. And still DSU and AISA will take out marches to protest against a fee hike. Because unlike institutions that take 30k a month from their students, JNU has a very mixed student demographic, foreign students who pay in dollars or euros, students from villages who pay from their scholarships or fellowships and urban kids old enough not to want to take money from their parents and kids like me. But we all live the same way. We eat the same food, inhabit the same spaces and think the same things. I think it's mainly because of this that when I leave my immediate social environment I am shocked by how unaware and stupid people can be outside. Because you don't just see two sides of the same coin, you see three or four. It does not equip you at all for a larger world where people don't think like you. Like Palash Sen, lead singer of Euphoria who thinks sexist jokes are funny. Or his audience who thinks they're funny too. I'm not a feminist and I don't much like feminists but living around people who are has given me a certain mindset where I certainly agree that it is not funny if someone says that "if women are god's most beautiful creation then men are his most intelligent". It makes me very very sad that these kids in these institutions leave them as unaware as they came in, they teach you nothing but look at me, I don't remember anything I hear in class but I'm learning to be a human being.

Now there is a second cat who wants to invade my room. My tshirt is full of these prickly things. And my boyfriend is a self obsessed prick. Now I'm just angry.

Friday, October 30, 2009

from the old blog.

July 14, 2005



I went back to school today.I hadn't planned on staying long,just the odd 5 minutes it would take to get my migration certificate stamped,but I ended up staying more than an hour.
I dunno why,but I've always been targetted by teachers in class. They'd pick me out. I'd get jhaar ALL the bloody time and I wasn't even a black sheep in school,I was like,a prefect and other stuff in senior school,but I'd always be the diversion in class.

Class 12,parent teacher meeting I :

Mrs.B: Ah,Mrs.Ganguly,you see Srinanda always has this...expression on her face.She's looking at me,nodding along but I somehow get the feeling she's...not there.

Ha-ha-ha-ha.Everybody laughs.

There,she's doing it again.

HA-HA-HA-HA.People are now twisting around in their seats to look at me.

Dekho meyetake,kerom deadpan expression.You would make a good poker player.

Ha-ha-ha.Most people don't get the reference.

Class 12,parent teacher meeting II:

Mrs.Bose has mixed up my marks with Squeaky's,not a bad thing at all,coz she's got more than me in almost everything.But still,I point it out.My grandmother,who had had to go because my parents were busy,very loudly says:

E ma,bolli keno?Bhaloi toh chhilo.

HA-HA-HA-HA.

Class 12,parent teacher meeting III:

I walk in.

HA-HA-HA-HA.

Class 11,socio class:

Mrs.S stops teaching,stands with her hands on her hips(now that was one dramatic woman) and says:

SRINANDA,wake up.

(you know it.) ha-ha-ha.

Me:I'm awake.
Mrs.S:Really?You look sleepy.Jao mukhe jol chhitiye esho.
Me:Nono,I'm NOT sleepy,believe me.I just LOOK this way,it's my face,ami ki korbo,miss,amake erokom dekhte.

HA-HA-HA-HA.

Anytime I got into a conversation with a teacher,people would drop whatever they were doing and look up expectantly.I was the class goat,I think.

Bangla class,class 12:

Sanyal walks in with corrected answer scripts.Sits down,starts handing out papers.After a while,gets to my paper:

Aa Buri:Srinanda,ekhane esho,aa.
Me:Ha miss,bolun.
Aa Buri:Achaa,tumi je ei aa,essay ta likhechho,eta ki?
Me:Ota...essay?

ha-ha-ha-ha.

Aa Buri:Tumi ki eta siriasly likhechhile?Tacher ke boka mone korechho,aa?
Me:Na toh.
Aa Buri:Essay ta poro.
Me,I take it and start reading it.
Aa Buri:JORE JORE poro.
Me:Nana
Aa Buri:Poro.
Me:Nana.
Aa Buri:Poro.
Me:Arrey,bolchhi toh,NA.apni porun.

HA-HA-HA-HA.

She takes it,starts reading it out loud to the class as an example of exactly what you should not write in an essay.Not that it was a bad essay,it was just...inapproprate.It was funny.The first four benches are rolling around in their seats,the last three benches have their heads down,as a snub to Sanyal and a sign of solidarity with me.

So basically, "Mrs.S" was my Sociology teacher in school and is now one of my Proffessors at JNU. Nothing has changed.