Sunday, November 30, 2008

Aye mere vatan ke logon...

"So I’m booking flights to Mumbai. I’m going to go get a beer at the Leopold, stroll over to the Taj for samosas at the Sea Lounge, and watch a Bollywood movie at the Metro"
- Suketu Mehta, "What They Hate About Mumbai" NYTimes 28/11/2008
[Read his op-ed here]

Thanksgiving break is coming to an end and I feel like I've lived through a few lifetimes in the last few days. My heart and spirit have been thousands of miles away from Alpine, New Jersey and there isn't a cell in my body that is looking forward to taking a train ride back to Providence tomorrow morning. It's been hard having to sit down to write final papers, study for final exams and try and be a Brown student knowing that Bombay and the nation at large are suffering through nights of insecurity and anguish.

I have read hundreds of blogs, spoken to dozens of friends and relatives in India, trawled through every online news source and watched NDTV 24x7 (pun intended) during the past few days - hoping and praying that the words people were using to express their reactions to the events in Bombay would in some way, shape or form allow me to come to terms with my own sentiments. Anger and sadness have somewhere along the line metamorphosed into a deep-set sense of disappointment and melancholy. The victims of my wild emotions are also dynamic - religious leaders, terrorist groups, blinded youth, colonial powers, academics, insensitive peers, over-cautious older people, politicians, journalists, socialites and celebrities, friends, society, we the people...the world.
***
Crimson streets, broken-glass vision, blaring sirens, burning heritage, ruthless AK's, frightened pigeons, smiling terror. Wednesday and Thursday are a blur of tears. CNN America, usually SO careful to hide images of injured civilians in Iraq or mangled bodies of American/British soliders, had no qualms about displaying before its viewers graphic images of the blown up, bullet-ridden, fire-blackened, forever paralysed bodies of Indian men, women and children. Mumbaikers. The Taj burned late into the night and something broke inside of me.

Oh god, I was so angry. I was angry at those men who sit in their plush homes in Dubai, Karachi, Riyadh, Mumbai, London, Paris (you name it) and plot these atrocious acts. I was angry because I was living in a mad, screwed up world where bad people can band together, and truly believe that they are soldiers in "The Army of the Righteous" (Lashkar-e-Toiba). I was angry at people who, barely 48 hours the horrific acts, were posting, on facebook, conspiracy theories linking the attacks to the BJP. I was angry that, after calling me and asking if everyone was OK in my family, one of my friends would respond to my rhetorical questions, "Why Bombay? Why terror? Why AGAIN?!" with, "I mean, Muslims are treated pretty shittily in India...and plus there's the whole Kashmir thing". I was SO angry, in fact, that an Army friend's status message on facebook (“Forgiving terrorists is left to GOD, but fixing their appointment with god is OUR responsibility”) gave me some sick sense of pleasure. The knowledge that inhuman forms of torture were, no doubt, being used by the special forces on the body and spirit of the captured terrorist didn't appall me as much as it maybe should have. Admittedly, I was unbearably hateful.
***
The dust settled around the, yet again, bruised and battered city of Bombay, the Tiranga-draped bodies of Hemant Karkare, Ashok Kamte, Vijay Salaskar and other lesser-known but (god knows) equally important national heroes were laid to rest by tearful masses, cellphones were turned on, window shutters opened and frightened feet ventured outdoors. Life risked going back to normal. As it always does, in this compulsively resilient city. But something had broken.
***
I was watching the latest episode of "We The People" (if you haven't seen it already - here is the online version) and I was struck by a number of things. Firstly, could Barkha Dutt and her team have put together a more inept panel of speakers? People like Kunal Kohli, Ness Wadia and Simi Grewal - besides having no public policy, homeland security, international politics or conflict resolution experience/expertise whatsoever - are unbearably uninteresting and trite individuals. Why would I ever feel any sense of reassurance or take any kind of advice from a panel of these self-obsessed, wealthy, entitled celebrities? Other than M N Singh (Former police commissioner of Mumbai), none of the other panelists had any real reason to be on that show (except Ratna Pathak who just seems like a fiercely intelligent and lovely woman)! Yes, they are citizens and prominent members of the Mumbai crowd - but who cares! At a time when we need to be asking tough questions about the politics and policies of our country, who are these people?! Where were the relief workers, the members of the ATS or the police force, the activists, the academics, the Post-Trauma health workers, the journalists, the report writers, the think tank workers, on the panel? These are the people amongst us who are formulating and putting together ideas that will bring on-the-ground change to the country. These are the people who we should be engaging with and the nuance in their ideas are the ones we should be attempting to understanding. Not Simi Grewal and her narrow-minded, war-mongering politics.

And then, it hit me. Terrorism had struck. No, not for the first time nor the hardest (read as: highest death toll). But it had struck the richest. Terrorism was no more just dinner conversation about distant events in some sprawled out market in Delhi that one's Manolo Blahniks would never walk into nor was it about dead conductors on (god forbid they ever have to breathe the air in one) commuter trains in Mumbai. Terrorists, by upsetting the peace of South Bombay, have implanted that universal fear in the minds of the rich and famous in Mumbai - it could have been us.

And, suddenly, people like Ness Wadia and Mr. Oberoi are speaking using the most trite methods of verbal manipulation - populism. With stilted accents and hoity-toity tones, these multi-millionaires speak of big concepts and
'relate', in the most annoyingly fake way, to every citizen of India. But, that's the scary similarity between politicians and this crust of Mumbai society - their empty, thoughtless words and their complete lack of commitment to the communities of which they are a part. Cynic that I am, I can't help but feel that the sudden epiphany that the Indian govt. is not doing justice to its people does not come from a deep-set sense of disgust at the atrocities of political negligence - but more from a sense of elitist "we pay you guys and keep you guys in power and THIS is how you repay us?" Once a few more MP's are sacked, the Oberoi's and Taj's and their socialite friends are going to be able to find the millions to rebuild their grand hotels and ensure tighter security for their flashy public appearances and private jets. It's the rest of us that need to look deeper to rebuild our societies and find ways to create long-lasting social change.
***
Since Saturday, people have been falling over themselves to be heard over the din of angry voices. Every individual is trying to air his deep-set disappointment with the government using harsher and more eloquent words than his neighbour. From Amitabh's blog post about the ominous taking-justice-into-my-own-hands act of sleeping with a gun under his pillow to regular off-the-www-street bloggers who say "line up every politician in sight and shoot him" - India's favourite game, i.e. find a scapegoat in the government and then put as much pressure on him as possible, is being played with an unabashed sense of entitlement by every 'proud' citizen of our nation.

Please don't get me wrong - I am up there amongst the most disgusted critics of the Z-class security having, Merc driving, Bollywood gawking, Communal tension promoting, bribe swallowing, empty promises making senile idiots that are in positions of power in our country. However, what I am also a heavy-handed critic of is distancing ourselves from the process of that ultimately entrusts these leaders with our tax money - our role in choosing these men and women.

There are a million reasons to be livid with the current set of duffers in power. Why does it take 10hours to get forces to the Taj, in a city that has been plagued by terrorism and communal tension non-stop for the past 25-30 years? Thank you, Home Minister-saab for informing the whole world on TV that NSG men are leaving to take on the terrorists. Why oh why, however, did you think it necessary to give us all the classified details - number of NSG men, what time they would leave and what time they would start the operations? Thank you, Mr. Minister, the terrorists were ALSO watching you on TV. Why did the hundreds of fire fighters, who were putting their lives at risk trying to douse the flames at the Taj and evacuate hostages at the same time, enter a terrorist attack with 2 bullet-proof jackets and no bomb-detectors/detonators? Why didn't the authorities secure our harbours when they received the letter from the union of fishermen warning them of hijacked jetties, foreign smugglers and potential security threats? And these are only a handful of failures that have been brought to the fore thanks (I apologize for the seemingly insensitive use of this word) to the events of the past 4 days.

But please, let's not just jump on the shiny-and-sinfully-tempting bandwagon that is bashing our incompetent politicians and their apathy. Let's also take a good hard look at ourselves and our own personal role in the state of this democracy. How many of us take the time and make the effort to vote?! How many of us really know about candidates within our cities and states, research and engage with their political platforms? How much do we know about our constitution and our rights as citizens of a democracy? How many of us have ever considered working for the public sector or look to actively be a part of policy making/government institutions? We cannot sit around and hope for a change in leadership and better days - a community and a nation has to be worthy of it. We cannot expect a more secure nation when we roll our eyes at security personnel at airports and sigh deeply when our bags are checked at the cinema halls. How can we expect to elect leaders who represent our social opinions and world view if all our conversations on Indian politics are prefaced by the disclaimer "I hate politicians. I have no faith in the politics of our country." We ask ourselves, why aren't our politicians afraid of the people?! Because we, the people, are making a conscious decision - every day of our lives - to depoliticize and, ultimately, disempower ourselves.
***
But, like the politicians who delude us time and time again, I have said more than is necessary.
***
The past few days have changed me as a person. I wasn't in Bombay and I did not see the blood-lined streets or the gashes in the fabric of the city. And while I know you might find it trivial and pointless, I will light a candle to mourn the dead and hope for peace. But, that is NOT enough. Please, let us finally take responsibility for ourselves and our actions - let us rise to be the good citizens that our great country deserves. If not now, then when?

"Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. "
- Rabindranath Tagore

Friday, November 28, 2008

...

ENOUGH!

What do you want? Freedom? Justice? Peace?

How can you possibly believe that bullets and blasts can achieve that? When, in the history of human civilization, did things unravel so fundamentally to give a voice and violent means to people like you?

Where is our Gandhi? WHERE?

WHY DO YOU HAUNT US??

And you will say "revenge".

You speak of your mothers and sisters. Does taking them away from a Hindu family bring back yours? You speak of rights. When a 25-year-old man - whose only crime is to share your middle name, Mohammed - is strip-searched in an airport in Paris tomorrow, do you feel empowered? You speak of stability. When the 2-year-old Jewish boy will hear a car backfiring in the streets of Brooklyn and will run and hide under his bed because it brings back memories of being held hostage on November 26th 2008 by YOU...will you feel safe?

Who are you to tell my best friend that she cannot go to college today? Who are you to decide that my housemate's parents cannot sleep in their beds in South Bombay for the next few nights? Who are you to crush dreams, spill blood and empty streets of their crowds? Who are you to demand that we live every day in fear? Who are you?

You. The faceless men and women who continue to believe that you have a cause. You. The people who believe that by taking innocent lives your death will have meaning. You. The organizations that look to strangle hope with your evil. You. Who snatch love from our hearts, poetry from our mouths. You. Who are teaching me - one despicable terror attack after another - what it means to hate.

Bombay, my dream, I cry endless tears for you today.

My beloved India. They come to you every year - to tear at you, to torture you. They test the greatness of this land and the spirit of our people. Today, as I watch the brave men - the Mumbai police, the NSG, the Indian Army, the Navy and the security forces - giving their lives to protect your heritage I realize that if I lose faith in you, I lose myself.

Will we remember this Black Friday as the one in which we let terrorists and politicians (one and the same?) define our identities and tear our nation to shreds? Or will we remember this day as the one that made us, once and for all, believe in the strength of the vision that the Boses-Singhs-Gandhis-Khans had for our great nation - that of a people bound together by their undying love for freedom, peace and universal humanity. Please help me believe again, my nation...my people. PLEASE.

Jai Hind.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Bye bye for a bit

Taking a 6:50AM train with Krishna this morning to FINALLY go on break for a bit. Thanksgiving will be full of NYC roaming, deep thinking, Middle East history studying, family loving, War & Society paper writing, Hamas-as-a-social-movement presentation planning. Also, cupcake eating @ Buttercup Bake Shop! Mmmm...it's what dreams are made of.

Here's hoping for a good day to counter the effects of some shoddy ones...NYC, love me today!!! :)


P.S. - Mummy-Daddy, I miss you :( December 16th, come soon, no!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Don't let the loud colours and undying optimism fool you...

I should have seen it coming. My vivid recollections of Dil Se..., my love for cheapy-cheap dirty jokes and my slow-but-steady loss of hearing (oh, how you all lied to me - blaming it on my iPod headphones jammed into my ears 24/7 and the blaring House music) - they were all signs.

Old age, my friends, is here.

Symptoms:

1) Aching Limbs
For Kai's 24th birthday (he's Singaporean - i.e. he served in the military before coming to Brown - not an idiot who failed nursery school multiple times), Ila and I bought him a beautiful 1500 piece puzzle of the Hagia Sophia in Istanbul. Of course we didn't think we'd actually have to help him BUILD it. Alas, how wrong we were. A few weekends ago Ila, Joanna, Kai and I sat on his living room floor for 5hours (with mint tea, Portuguese sausages, baguette-pesto, and good old Rootin' Tootin' All-American chocolate chip cookies for added company) and painstakingly managed to put together about 200 pieces. Kai and Joanna had to put up with Ila and I singing everything from LeAnn Rimes' "Can't Fight the Moonlight" to Rafi saab's timeless gem "Taarif Karun Kya Uski" (Kashmir Ki Kali) and by the end of it, we cursed ourselves for being creative gift-givers with interesting friends.
Oh, the pain of having to sit cross-legged and hunch-backed, sifting through (what felt like) hundreds of thousands of (what also felt like) microscopic puzzle pieces. Will someone please pass the Arthritis meds, my bifocals and a cane? This old lady has to visit the bathroom before bed.

2) Because I Said So
You know that person? The one who thinks s/he's super-smart but really just rehashes (read as: misrepresents) things s/he may have heard in class or (wonder of wonders) read in a book once? Normally, I would just find her/him amusing and, in large doses, a little annoying. But in the case of the one that lives in very close proximity to me, to add to her screechy demanour and air of pseudo-intellectualism is the fact that I loathe, with every shred of my being, her moral righteousness, which she derives from her undying love and support for the state of israel. Also, in every conversation we get into - whether it is about Obama, anti-war movements or Palestine-israel - she MUST take the contradictory viewpoint and argue (read as: splutter) her life away.
Tonight, as she started trying to poke holes in my statement contending that the realist and the idealist need not be mutually exclusive identities in a more conscientious world, I decided that I didn't care what she thought. So, I interrupted her mid-sentence (in my defence, this is what she was saying at the time: "so like my whole thing is that idealists like think of like ideas and realists like...") and said this, "OK [insert name]. I'm really glad you're thinking about this stuff critically. But this is what I believe and it's not really up for discussion. I'm going to bed now. Good luck on homework! *fake smile*."
As Indira Gandhi must've said (read as: probably never said) during her dictatorship ::ahem:: Prime Ministership, "Democracy shemocracy"

3) What Is This Remix Business?
This really is the clincher - once the original Oldie sounds more pleasant to the ear than a newer, 'hip' version of the song...it's time to hang up the Nike kicks and invest in a pair of Aunty-ji walking shoes to go dancing in.

[Then] Pakistani songstress Tassawar Khanum's "Agar Tum Mil Jao"



[Now] Shreya Ghoshal's vocals on Anu Malik's rework of "Agar Tum Mil Jao"


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STOP THE PRESSES!
Apparently I spoke too soon! I just received a text message (at 2:34 AM) asking if I'd like to drink chai and engage in a catch-up session with a friend! Arre Wah! Perhaps I am only middle-aged? Now, if only I could find my elasticated denim jeans...

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Day. My.

I signed into my blog today and lo and behold - the hit counter read 1011! Who knew my friends and family are kind enough to fan my indulgent habits of blogosphere narcissism :) Jokes aside, thank you so much for taking the time to read my posts, thank you for all your lovely comments and thank you, most of all, for making me a part of your life!

I don't have very much to report. The day has gone by in a blur of political, social and legal theory. I have decided to stay ahead of the game and finish papers before they're technically due. So I cranked out (why can I not use the word "crank" anymore without being reminded of the annoyance that is Soulja Boy) two today - one more to get through tomorrow. Why do all my academic/regional interests focus on deadend politics? Truly astounding. By the end of the semester, I will have written 4 term papers (63 pages worth) on the changing notion of the Kashmiri identity and its socio-political consequences, Hamas and its rise as a social and political movement, studying the attributes of nationalist movements that have/have not gained international and legal recognition (Kashmir, Palestine, Eelam) and deconstructing (read as: tearing to shreds) Huntington's arguments in his essay "The Clash of Civilizations". Of course, I have chosen all of the topics that I'm writing about...that is to say, the days of joy (::cough:: anguish) that are quickly approaching have been hand-picked by me. Lovely.

What keeps me toasty on wintry nights full of depressing politico talk? (Everybody knows...I'm too predictable...Why do I even ask?) MUSIC :) I was treated to a wonderfully eclectic range of music today thanks to iTunes shuffle. Some of the most charming/memorable tunes:

1. Vampire Weekend - "Oxford Comma"
2. Daniel Lanois - "Fire" [featured on the latest episode of House, M.D. :)]
3. Armin van Buuren feat. Jacqueline Govaert - "Never Say Never (Myon & Shane 54 Remix)"
4. The Black Keys - "Oceans & Streams"
5. Nadia Ali - "Something To Lose (Cedric Gervais Remix)"
6. MGMT - "Kids (Soulwax Nite Version)" [FRIGGIN AMAZING]
7. Planet Funk - "Chase The Sun"
8. Meck feat. Dino - "Feels Like Home"
9. Udit Narayan (+ Master Vignesh, Baby Pooja and a whole bunch of Kids) - "Yeh Tara Woh Tara" [from Swades]
10.
Lifehouse - "Everything" [It makes me so happy how this song means something unique to every individual-love is truly universal and limitless]

And...SLEEP.

Sending love to you, my dear ones, known and unknown, wherever you may be.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

"Rain, I don't mind"*


Jal

The leaves are haggling with a love-inspired wind
and the sidewalks are slippery.
My umbrella is itching to go play
with skies that are heavy with rain.

Sometimes, only a song can give meaning to a moment, a day, an existence.

Christy Azuma - "Nâam" [from the Malian film by director Abderrahmane Sissako, Bamako]



*The Beatles - "Rain"

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Anti-climax. Minus the anti-.

BUXTON parties in Leung Gallery are epic. The room fits over 400 people and we usually have over 200 people waiting in line to get in at any given time. The best party of the year. Sans doute.

BUXTON had amazing things planned for this Friday. "TAKE OFF". A space-age party with 6-foot balloons, 12000 pieces of confetti to be showered upon a massive crowd from 2 monstrous confetti machines, all-white drinks to match the all-white decor (did I hear someone say...classy?), stars projected on the walls, all-black dresscode for Buxtonites w/ alien-like barcodes on our necks and a massive Buxton banner to be unfurled at midnight with our House's song.

BUXTON is mad. SAO (student activities office) and a Dean have decided to cancel "TAKE OFF". And there shall be an enquiry into an event that Buxton had on Halloween - the SAO messed up and now they're trying to pin it on us, of course - and therefore they want us to sit tight and knit on Friday night/until they are done with their enquiry. Die, bureaucracy. Die.

BUXTON will survive old people and the imposition of their old-people rules.

BUXTON is going to tailgate F.C. Buxton's soccer semi-final tonight, WIN the match and the do its (in)famous satisfaction dance.

BUXTON will then take over downtown Providence and party its tush off on Friday.

BUXTON love. Always.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

2DAY


[[Music]]
Cold Winds (Original Mix) - Jonas Steur feat. Julie Thompson

[[Script]]
¿Sufre más aquél que espera siempre que aquél que nunca esperó a nadie?
- Pablo Neruda
[Does he who waits forever suffer more than he who has never waited for anyone?]

[[What a feeling]]
Super-deep
Love.
SO prepared to wait.

Monday, November 10, 2008

another blasted esoteric list.

** I tried doing something different with the blog, but some people - not mentioning any names (::cough:: Natasha) - are thoroughly resistant to change. So bright orange it is! Perhaps I shall try and be (uncharacteristically) artistic and play around with the header or something. Don't hold your breath for that to happen though - laziness is my most dominant trait :P **

I woke up to an incredibly beautiful e-mail from my Mummy. It was 3 sentences long - but it made me happier than I have ever been. I rarely seek external validation...but Mama's approval of a decision I make/anything I do or say really makes a difference. And so I walked around with a smug-happy smile plastered to my face all day :)

Things that made today a lovely day:

- A new bright red toothbrush
- Natasha!
- Someone showering right before me. When I turned the tap, the water that hit me was WARM! Thank you 3rd floor early riser.
- A Test Series victory against Australia!!! What a wonderful farewell present for Sourav Ganguly. We will miss you, Dada!
- Dashing to the convenience store to make 3 super-important, life-or-death purchases - L'Oreal Hydrating Toner, cotton balls and M&M's
- 99c Cup Noodles :)
- Finishing a response paper 24hours before it's due
- Hoodies. fullstop. Anywhere, anytime.
- Carlos' yellow sweater & Carlos' banter
- Watching Gossip Girl with Angela, Britta and Pook. ooh-ing and aah-ing at trashy high school drama. And not feeling judged or guilty. Yes!
- Britta's Reese's Cups that REALLY hit the spot.
- Realising I have caught up on all my reading
- Conversations with Daliso - always! [Topics of discussion this evening included: party drugs, ManU vs Arsenal, 10 different footballers - their careers and personal lives, tattoos, Lil Wayne, Kanye West, music production, Keffiyehs and Palestine, Dizzee Rascal, Obama, race relations in the UK, the minority experience in Europe, the "American" identity, Zambian elections, homework and my obsessive need for Trance. all in 30 minutes]
- Claire and her Art
- The Blizzard October set, Trance Around The World 241 and A State of Trance 377 = 5 hours of spanking new Trance tracks (Daliso was right)
- Being reminded how hard you listen, how much you remember, how well you know me, how much you care. Your surprises give meaning to the music, give truth to the love.
- [future tense] Diet Coke-n-ice & The Office before bed.

Simple pleasures. Unbelievable joy.

And, the songs:
* Signalrunners feat. Julie Thompson - These Shoulders (Club Mix)
* Ferry Corsten - Made of Love
* DJ Governor - Lover Summer (Orjan Nilsen remix)
* Oceanlab - Breaking Ties (Above & Beyond’s Analog Heaven Club Mix)

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Martin Luther King once said...

"Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy"

It will be one of the most important nights of my life. I was in Salomon 101 (Brown's largest lecture hall) with over 300 politically-conscious, fiercely intelligent Brown students staring at a giant screen - Wolf Blitzer was on CNN, standing next to an elaborate ticker with 10 seconds on the clock. Pennsylvania, New Hampshire, Ohio and Iowa had just been called for Obama - he had 220 electoral votes. The polls were just closing on the West Coast (the bluest of blue parts of the country) - we all KNEW we were about to become a part of history. At 11:07 PM (EST), Barack Obama was declared the next President of the United States of America. And the world was taught to dream again.

It takes real courage, in our world, to profess faith in the slogan "YES WE CAN". Barely 3 hours after Barack Obama's elegant, modest and inspiring acceptance speech (more on that later), I was assaulted by people (in real life and online) who had already begun doubting the man, his agenda and what he could achieve (not much, they argued). This is what Barack Obama was up against - a nation and a world gagging on fear.

The far-right in this country claim to have an undying and unwavering love for god and their religion - and yet, I find it puzzling how afraid they are of the unknown. George W. and his cronies have invested in fear tactics and a politics of suspicion for far too long. How can politics be inspiring when the party in power is using the White House as its base for planning illegitimate wars, concocting new methods of torture, writing up new tax plans to make their CEO friends richer and delegitimizing people's identities and their right to freedom and equality regardless of their race, gender or sexual orientation. How can we believe in those politics?

I sincerely hope you have all watched Obama's acceptance speech from the night of the 4th. If you have not, watch it here / read it here . It was a simple speech with a decidedly sombre tone. And that, my friends, is what relieved me. This is not a man who is looking to be a demi-god or make a quick buck and gain celebrity status for four years. This is not a man who speaks well and hides his intention using ideas stolen from Utopia. He is a man, I truly believe, who wants to make his country a better place. He stood on that stage in Grant Park - faced his nation (and the rest of this super-nosy, entitled world) alone. But he told us that he cannot do this alone. In his eyes, I saw him pleading - I saw him humbly asking us to re-think our priorities and the ways in which we've been leading our lives. I saw him willing us to be better people - to open our hearts to those around us, to want less and give more.

Barack Hussein Obama, I believe, is that rare breed of politician - the proactive kind. As I type this, he is at work naming his chief-of-staff (Rahm Emmanuel - he's a hardline pro-israel tool. anyway, what can be done.), assembling the rest of his senior officials (his Secretary of the Treasury is expected to be the next annoucement) and setting up meetings for early next week with the outgoing (PRAISE THE LORD) government to discuss issues facing the nation and ensure a successful handover of power. Same time in 2000? George W. Bush went on holiday. No joke.

I graduate in May 2009. Ever since I came to college, I had decided that I would take time off and bid farewell to the US of A for a while. A very long while. But, I admit it - I want to stay. I want to be a part of a country that can make an informed decision and vote into Presidency the "unlikeliest of candidates". I want to be a part of a country that will cease to be over-run by religious zealots who will take away my personal freedoms as a woman with their "pro-life" agenda, maniacs who believe that only by being armed can we ensure peace and security and narrow-minded bigots who believe in their right to claim supremacy because of their white race and their heterosexual orientation. I want to be a part of a nation that is inching towards universal freedom. I want to be a part of this nation where even the most stringent of all anarchists on Brown's campus can, for one night, shed their constructed shells of political apathy and salute the American flag and proudly sing, nay, YELL "The Star-Spangled Banner".

I'm not going to top off this post with a disclaimer that reads: "is he perfect? of course not. will he change everything? of course not". I won't do that because he has never claimed to be superhuman or possess the power to right global wrongs singlehandedly. I don't think this election "proves that racism is dead" [Obama's heightened security, the morbid conditions of slums in the inner-cities and the frighteningly high number of incarcerated Black men easily disprove that statement]. It does convince me that we are slowly deconstructing white hegemony and empowering ourselves as people of colour. It does prove that Americans are tired of the narrow-minded, war-mongering politics of the last 8 years. It does prove that we, like the new President of the United States of America (I get goosebumps everytime I say that!), have not lost the ability to believe in our own abilities to change the world. It does prove that America is willing to submit to a politics of Hope and not one of cynicism.

"I'm not talking about blind optimism here -- the almost willful ignorance that thinks unemployment will go away if we just don't talk about it, or the health care crisis will solve itself if we just ignore it. No, I'm talking about something more substantial. It's...Hope in the face of difficulty. Hope in the face of uncertainty. The audacity of hope!"
- Barack Obama, addressing the Democratic National Convention in 2004

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In summary,

this is the first family of the United States of America!
Yet people still continue to ask if "change" is possible.

P.S. - I am very distressed and angered by the passing of Prop 8 in California and I have a LOT to say on this awful piece of legislature. But that is coming in another post. This one's for Barack :)

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I'm going to miss the first 4 minutes of class for this.

This is NOT my post-election entry. That will be posted later (when I don't have class in 2mins22seconds). It will be emotional and long.

I have been reading every source of printed material (virtual and printed-on-paper) I can lay my hands on to try and make sense of the events of last night. Somehow, it still doesn't seem real. But, I saw this in the library and it hit me. I ran back to my room in tears. And I had to share it with you.



YES. WE. DID.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

YES WE CAN!


In the end, that's what this election is about.
Do we participate in a politics of cynicism or a politics of hope?
- Barack Obama

America decide
s today.
One day to believe in.
One day to make history.
One day to
change the world

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I am honoured and proud to tag this blog


Sunday, November 2, 2008

"just set your fears go, you might find that you're not lost"*

IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE.

I have not slept since Thursday night, but my body isn't tired. At all. Friday night was some kind of glorious dream. ARMIN was so incredible. I can't begin to describe the way his music makes me feel. I haven't felt as alive as I did in that ballroom - every synth taking me to a place where there is only joy. I was telling someone that I never felt closer to reality than I did in those moments. Of course she pointed out the irony of my having that experience in the most surreal of settings - trance and flashing lasers. I don't know - I just felt so free, so conscious and so aware. [And, no, I wasn't on drugs haha - unless we're calling the magic-of-Armin a drug]

His set went from 11PM - 5:20AM and I was front-and-centre for all of it! I have some amazing pictures taken on a friend's really good (read as: $800) camera, but I have one or two blurry Blackberry camera photos too. I'm going to edit some of the other pictures, but I should have them up soon. For now I shall post some pictures taken with my phone. I have a great photo of him pointing right at me - glorious. After he finished his set, he came down to sign autographs etc (unlike those super-rude DJs who think they own the world and can afford to not be nice) and he came up to me, hugged me, kissed my cheek, said "Thank you" and signed my wristband. Needless to say, it is up there amongst the greatest moments of my life haha (if not the greatest moment). I don't believe in idolatry...I do believe in Armin van Buuren, though.

my favourite photo in this lot. this is Armin's signature pose
Precious.

I cannot do justice to the magic of listening to Armin live. He just KNOWS what to play - every song was right on cue. My heart soared when he played "Lost", "Unforgivable" and "Hide & Seek". Literally, soared. He did two mashups which made my blood pound through my veins (excuse the bad language in these titles, by the way - in his defense, Armin didn't choose them) "Funkagenda - What The Fuck vs Santiago & Bushido - Head Trick" and "The Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up vs Ferry Corsten - Radio Crash". He played some amazing classic trance which, when coupled with blowout speakers and high bass, made for the most fantastic 2-hrs. And then when everyone came together to sing "Going Wrong" (the Armin-DJ Shah collaboration), I felt like I was a part of a nation. In trance we trust.

I am a changed person because of Friday night. I really don't want to fall asleep...it's like I will lose that glimpse I got of another way of existing in this world. I fear that when I wake up tomorrow, I will have let go of these moments of living in an altered sense of being...I will have moved away from this State of Trance.

* Sunlounger feat. Zara - Lost (Club Mix)