We all know Rahul Bose not only from his films but also for a lot of other reasons. If you watch at least a little bit of Secular TV Channels, you would find out why a lot of them secular folks like him. He is one of those folks who run around NGOs and human rights activists. As BarbarIndians had titled a brilliant piece “NGO: Government is their middle name
“. Like any other person related to any of those 200,000 NGOs in India, Rahul ji
also has adopted Government as his middle name after he Graduated through the “National Secular Scholars Examination”, jointly conducted by NDTV-CNN IBN-Times Now whenever there is a terror attack or issues surrounding Hindu fundamentalists surface.
Well, for now, lets look what Rahul ji
dreams of. He dreamt this in the inaugural function of BITS Pilani’s cultural festival Oasis
. Ever since Martin Luther King jr said that he had a dream
, everybody seems to have started dreaming and in my view “I have a dream” is the most misused name for a speech or essay! Like the other Rahul, this Rahul also has some malfunctioning common sense element in his speech. So please keep your eyes open when you read the article.
My first reaction when I read the news piece was “wow! Bollywood people have got a unique style of doing it!”. Just read the whole speech. I find this speech profoundly stupid and insincere. We all know what insincere dreams are worth of!
While Mr. Bose seems to have not yet forgotten 1992, he seems to have, without any difficulty forgotten about the atrocities on Kashmiri Pundits in 1990 and 1984 Sikh killings. Very inappropriately, he gets into political issues – an area where he is certainly holding the least percentile! He talks about Malegaon, Gujarat, article 377. Living fetuses torn is a reference here, as I understand to Gujarat 2002 again. For one thing this has been disproved categorically. Speaking in front of an audience who are mostly teenagers or early 20s, Mr. Bose doesn’t hesitate to propagate the falsities of all these incidents. For once, he could have kept his dreams to “What is Good in the country”. But sir, as we all know, just like in movies – good never sells but bad always gets the box office ringing!
I have a Dream “That the 26/11 attack on Mumbai will spur civil society to unite and present a force that government will never again ignore. That in time we will have the maturity to reflect on the mistakes India might have made to incite such hatred. That our new generation of political leaders will truly look beyond party lines and do what astonishingly few leaders in post-independent India have done – their duty. That Hemant Karkare’s work on the Malegaon case will not lose momentum or integrity.”
I have a dream “That one day, the next time women are thrashed anywhere in a pub in India, the entire country’s women will march half to Mangalore, stopping the entire city for months, the other half to the Prime Minister’s – stopping the government for months. That 100 million Indian Children will not go to bed hungry every night. 100 million is two United Kingdoms. That pregnant women will never again have their wombs slit, their living fetuses torn out and dashed to death while they were set on fire – Gujarat 2002. That there will not be a rape every 23 minutes in this country. Or a dowry death every 33 minutes.”
I have a dream “That small farmers will never again have to apologise to their children and then commit suicide. That Article 377 making homosexuality a crime will be abolished. That when a girl goes to her mother and says her uncle or her father has molested her, she will not be asked – Are you sure? And she will not be told – Don’t be silly – you’re imagining things. That Muslims who fled Bombay in 1992, will return to their homes and M F Husain will return to his.”
His reference to M.F.Hussain again comes with conditions. How are we supposed to accept a man of M.F.Hussain’s reputation, skill and caliber when he openly denigrates Gods and Godesses of Hindu Majority. Mr. Bose might say “God is just God” but then majority doesnt agree with him. In a democratic system, you got to respect the majority belief! Well, I guess the rules of secular role play are clear. Only minority are to be respected you see!
I have a dream “Of a time when we will cheer a Younis Khan sixer as we cheer a Yuvraj Singh one. Of a time when no girl child will ever have to walk the 3 KM average to fetch water everyday – instead she will spend that time in a school. That we will allow people with AIDS to work with us, eat with us, live with us – with dignity. Where God is not a Setu, a pandal blocking the street or the reason for jihad, but is linked with our hopes, our hearts, our homes.”
You have to give it to Mr. Bose. He is a man of style. You see the movie has went on so well so far! First we started with some fight scenes by referring to 26/11. Then we had some sentimental scenes by referring to “aurat ka adhikar” and also to children. Then we had some duets and romantic songs about Malegaon, Gujarat, M.F.Hussain. Now comes some philosophy.
Rama Sethu is a representation of Hindu Culture and Heritage. Ohh yeah Mr.Bose, for you God is an abstract element in the form of hope, in hearts and homes but then for majority Hindus, God is in Sethu. God in a tree. God in another man. God is in everything that a Hindu finds Godly. The desert bloc doesnt tell you this because their God, either has no face or hangs on to a cross! I have no authority to question those Gods. Similarly, you have no authority to question my faith! Ohh but lets not get into the secular rhetoric.
I have a dream “That one day I will be six inches taller. Have a full head of hair. Look nineteen forever. And always have the right, witty answer when face to face with a beautiful woman.”
But I also have dream “That I will never ever be scared to speak the truth. That one day I will have the means, the time, the heart to gather all the street children in this country, put them on a train and take them to a land where they can heal. Where they can play, laugh, eat, do nothing. That we realize that – slum dwellers – are not the cockroaches of the world. They are fathers forced out of their villages through poverty, now struggling to make money pushed and abused by the police. They are mothers working as Kaamwalis in three houses a day so that their children can do what they didn’t – go to school. They are children, who have like all children an equal dose of delight and tears in them, not dirty, lice – ridden creatures shivering in the rain holding today’s papers in a plastic bag.”
I have a dream “Where every Indian plays a sport, any game, for at least an hour a day. Where no hockey player will ever again have to sell his medals to feed himself. Where we win twenty Olympic gold medals in London 2012 – if we do things right, its possible. Where the Indian Rugby team wins the World Cup – We are ranked 83 rd now – I will cheer from my wheelchair.”
I have dream “That one day we will all stop what we’re doing – working on laptops, tending to hundreds of patients, sweating it out at cricket practice, running our homeopathy clinic, trying to balance the books at your non-profit organization, begging our child to have bas one more bite, commuting in a local train, closing that complex merger .… we will stop what we’re doing and suddenly realize, all of us together, at the same, precise moment, that we are all Indians and that there is no one like us on this planet – we are unique. Because we fight with words all the time, with fists sometimes, we talk loudly on our phones, laugh loudest at our own jokes, we are sexist, smelly, love sweets, swear we will exercise tomorrow and don’t believe in queues. But that we are also moved by tears by a sad film song, we fight to pay the bill in a restaurant, you cannot leave our home without at least a cup of tea (and thepla and vadai and shingada and matthi ….), we feel guilty when we don’t stand up if someone elderly walks into the room, we don’t shake hands – we hug, we are all first cricket selectors, then bankers, lawyers, bad actors …., we stand up and cheer during the climax of Chak De, we all watch terrible soaps on television and swear we don’t and we all love Sachin Tendulkar.
Well you cant go on those political topics right? Obviously Mr. Bose seems to have sensed the growing frustration and boredom in his speech. So, now comes naughty and mischievous comedy track of the movie. A little bit of girls so that the girls giggle and guys stay with him till the end! Then a bit of hope starts. Really, we got to give a lot of credit to Obama for making Hope the most important selling point of anything in 2009. “Lets win 20 medals in 2012 London Olympics” sounds so much like Bollywood. Yeah well, in Bollywood even newton’s laws are breakable! Then some talk of environment is necessary. After all, the quintessential Bollywood song is always in lush green terrain of Switzerland! But then “pppaaaam” times up.
So how do you end it? You know its a nice technique. It should be like “…and they lived happily ever after!….“. There comes Sachin to fill in. At least fifty percent of the audience there must be sincere Sachin fan. So a reference to Sachin at the end leaves Mr. Bose with a follower or two.
If anything, we could call this speech out of focus and insincere. All Mr.Bose has done is to use the title of an inspiring speech by a great man to an undue advantage and he didnt even bother doing some justice to the title, at least! I pity those poor chaps who went through this speech on such a wonderful day when they might have been looking forward for a great week of celebration of art, culture and creativity which they call Oasis