Mouth Wide Shut

BRB’s party wants to ‘ban’ Hindi films. Immediately after I heard it on Twitter, I watched Barfi online. Beautiful film—and fantastic performance by Ranvir Kapur and Priyanka Chopra. Now, if the ‘party’ has its say, that wouldn’t be possible for two reasons: it doesn’t like criticism on twitter, so the news wouldn’t likely be there because it shows them in a negative light, and secondly, if they don't like Hindi films in cinemas, they don't want them in homes either.

Is the idea of Hindi-film censorship smart, technically? China and Iran spend billions of dollars a year to create porous internet firewalls that barely do what they’re supposed to do. And of course—surely you must be joking Mr. Bhattrai – we like our Hindi films more than anything else. That’s meant only as a compliment to the Indian entertainment industry and not as self-criticism, as some might assume. We have some serious love of Hindi movies—the amount of hate I got for publicly stating my opinion of the film Three Idiots, I wouldn’t have gotten for expressing my uncensored opinions about the party. And that explains precisely why the party is afraid of them—they are a force much powerful, influential and uniting than it can ever hope to be.

The PM’s disdain for online criticism and the party’s disdain for Hindi films are facets of the same mindset. It’s reasonable—the party doesn’t like what it doesn’t like, so it believes the best way to get rid of it would be to… well—get rid of it. While that policy -- if you don't like them, they don't stay around- -  works quite well with things—ahem—physical, the Internet or the electronic media is not something that can be beaten up, tied in a boraa, and thrown into a dirty river, hoping no one notices.

Things BRB should know by now but apparently doesn’t—no one is indispensable. The easiest way to get dispensed is to tell people to shut up and then dictate what listen to, and look at. The party is apparently not comfortable with Hindi films. Considering that Hindi films have become part of our cultural identity (compare their box-office gains against Nepali films all over Nepal), the party is unlikely to find a lot of supporters. It also shows how out of touch the party is with its base—the probable assumption that Hindi films are for the sukela-mukela and not its vote-bank is not only faulty but dead-on wrong. Nepal is more drenched by the Hindi entertainment industry than many Indian states themselves—I got many blank stares from teenagers in South Indian cities this summer when I tried striking up conversations about Salman Khan and Hrithik Roshan and Aishwarya Rai. It’d be quite surprising if city-dwelling teenagers hadn’t watched their films in Nepal.

The point I’m trying to make is, the party perceives a fracture between communities—one that watches Hindi movies and one that is more Nepali and does not; and one that uses Twitter and Facebook and one that is ‘Nepali’ and does not. The PM and his party are slow-thinking behemoths, still stuck in the years of their war, and fail to understand the dynamics of the rapidly evolving Nepali society. Perhaps the high-command should go watch Satyajit Ray’s Hindi film Shatranj Ke Khilari, where the rulers are so engrossed in their games of chess, they don’t realize the power has quietly shifted away under them. But of course, that would be illegal.

Why the Nepali education secretary is an idiot

Suresh Man Shrestha, the Nepali secretary of education, is a fool. He is ignorant of the way technology works, education works, young people work, and social dynamics in today's Nepal works. He is setting back the education sector in Nepal.  I say that all on one of his comments to this (equally stupid) Himalayan Times article:

Suresh Man Shrestha, secretary, Ministry of Education, also noted that due to the use of electronic gadgets such as mobile phones, dropout rate of school students is increasing. He said that after chatting over mobile phone, some boys and girls in Lamjung district left their studies and ran away from home for marriage recently.

He said, “The use of gadgets such as mobile phone, motorbikes and other things have been increasing school students’ dropout rate therefore it should be banned within schools by preparing directives.”

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Changing perceptions?

Is it just me, or is something deeply fucked-up about this quote. It shouts to me: 'dem crazy, 'dem homophobic.

About 1,500 spectators cheered as the athletes, waving rainbow coloured flags, marched at the Dasharath Stadium in the heart of Kathmandu in the opening ceremony of the three-day event that showed how attitudes are changing, albeit slowly, in the conservative, Hindu-majority nation. 
 The Telegraph, from the Reuters

Lets put it the other way around:

About 50 spectators cheered as the supporters, waving rainbow colored flags, marched at the Tufts Quad at the heart of Somerville in the opening ceremony of the one-day event that showed how attitudes are changing,  albeit slowly, in the conservative, Christian-majority nation, to celebrate the national coming-out day.

My History--2

"Erica, don't go," he sobs, running to her, and hugs her. It's an unsure hug-- he's unsure about his desires, his future, his destiny-- and connected to his personal history, that of his nation.

She hugs him tightly, and kisses him on the lips. His two wives who're watching this from a distance turn awkwardly away.

" You know I don't have a future here. You know it's either me, or everything else, and I know what you should choose, " she tells him, staring straight into his teary eyes. He stares into her blue bag, still sniffling, and takes a long sigh.

" I don't know what's going to happen now, " he tells her, " There is so much happening. I'm worried more about them then I am about myself." His voice is a raspy whisper by now, very different from how it it will sound three years later when he makes the announcement. "You know why they're helping me through this too, and I don't think they're my friends either," he says as he now stares at the gates.

" I know. It's you destiny, and it's all of theirs destiny, and it's all upto you. My work is done, and I must leave." They hug for the last time, and she walks briskly towards the Ford waiting to take her to the airport. And that's the last time Tribhuvan and Erica see each other.

My History

Kaji, I love you,
Really,
She tells him,
Knowing fully
one of them doesn't
have a next  time.

He stares
blankly at her,
and blinks,
slowly,
thinking,
knowing,
knowing well
he wont be around
for long.

He embraces her
and sobs
on her shoulders,
that brave soldier.

I know I don't understand poems, but this began as a several paragraphs of non-prose, until I realized it was a poem in its soul.