Saturday, January 12, 2008

Al-Biruni


I seem to be reading a lot of M.J Akbar lately. The other day I was going through his book The Shade of Swords: Jihad and the Conflict between Islam and Christianity, when I read about this figure known as Abu Rayhan Mohammed Ibn Ahmed Al-Biruni, possibly the greatest of Islams juggernauts and undoubtedly one of the foremost intellectuals of the era. Scholar, historian, physician, mathematician, anthropologist, astronomer, the list is enough to boggle the mind. I found myself thinking, How the hell can he cram all that into one lifetime?! Al
Biruni was also possibly the worlds first anthropologist, writing detailed comparative notes on the differences between the cultures he encountered in his vast travels. He was the one who wrote about the Aryan - Indic civilisation and the mysteries of Brahmanism. His achievements are quite frankly way too many to list on this page.
These were the men who comprised the Golden Age of Islam.
Who represent the face of Islam today?
Lets see..
Osama Bin Laden. Ayman Al-Zawhiri. Pervez Musharraf. Malcolm X. The Ayatollah Khomeini.
An interesting mix, but all of them have severe negative shades, and almost all of them are famous, or shall I say infamous for their authoritarian dispositions and violent streaks. Another thing that unites them is that almost all the nations they belong to are now lying in shambles. When was the last time anyone heard of a successful Muslim scientist, or shall we say athelete, or astronomer, or even businessman for that matter? The Arabs are reknowned worldwide for their lack of functioning neurons, and there are many jokes about how their money is siphoned from them faster than the petrol from their oil reserves, either by 'western powers' such as the Americans and the Europeans, or the Jews, who are present in most levels of hierarchy that matters. The golden Age of Islam is definitely going through a twilight zone, only here the twilight may either be the representative of dawn or dusk, it is hard to say. My personal belief would be that after almost a 1500 years of success and prosperity, the Islamic empire is now headed toward the long night.
Moving on to the Indian political scenario, the Indian Muslim has long been facing what can truly be called an identity crisis. It has been brought to our country by races and cultures that are not our own, and while those other nations have now become synonymous with Islam, India has still managed to retain its 'unity in diversity slogan', a fact which has no doubt anguished many orthodox Muslims, who for some very absurd reason believe that culture and religion cannot coexist, and that if your religion is Islam then your culture should be Arabic. Notice the next 'orthodox' looking Muslim you see, and note his image:
A thick beard, a white kurta-pyjama, a white knitted cotton cap and chappals.
Firstly, the beard. It has been a big source of debate in Indian circles whether the beard is necessary or not for the Muslim, and the truth is this: The beard is absolutely unrequired, and wearing it is only out of respect for the Prophet Muhammad (SAW). The Kurta Pyjama are Afghan imports brought through to us by the Mughals, and we now associate them with Islamic wear when actually the arab dress is quite different. The cap again is another bone of contention, and I really dont see the point of wearing that ridiculous cap. It doesnt have the elegance of a fez or the masculinity of the turban, and just looks downright silly, and yet is insisted upon during prayer when it is perfectly allowed to pray without any headgear.
Which brings me to my main point: Why does religion have to be synonymous with culture?
Observing the fundamentals of the Islamic faith is something that can be done in any culture and cause minimal disturbance to daily lifestyle. The fundamentals of the Islamic faith being: Belief in God and his Final Prophet Muhammad (SAW); the five daily prayers; donation of 2.5% of annual income to charity; fasting during Ramzan and the pilgrimage to Mecca and Medina.
Observance of these is not an issue, because there are no cultural constraints or restrictions such as language, dressing, food habits, etc, which might otherwise shape the culture. And yet, I have noticed the obsession to emulate Arab culture.
I have been a member of the Tableeghi Jamaat (TJ) and one of the advantages is that you get to interact with Muslims from all over the world. I have met Muslims from Africa, Sudan, Palestine, Arabia, even Thailand and France. And yet, no matter where they come from, they are dressed in long arabian robes, try and speak Arabic in ridiculous accents, and have long heavy beards.
Long ago, my father planted a thought in my head. He said, "If this community could understand what they say five times a day, they would be truly enlightened."
He was referring to the five daily prayers, which 90% of Indian muslims do not comprehend simply because they are in a foreign language. All this prologue finally brings me to my main point; Why can't we Muslims say our five daily prayers and read the Noble Qur'an, which has indeed been given to all mankind, in a language which is comprehensible? Take a look at the Christians. Chrisitians in South India say their prayers in Malayalam, in the North they say it in Hindi, etc. Even English, the language most widely associated with the Bible is not the original tongue of the Bible, it is Hebrew. So if the Bible has now been translated in a language of people's benefit, why can't the same be done to the Qur'an. The implications could be staggering.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

The Showdown, At Last!
















VS



The Wolf Me (in a terrible picture)




Finally! Showdown. Chowpatty Beach had its International Coastal Clean Up today, and I went there early in the morning to Charni Road and helped them clear out a LOT of trash, though there were quite a few other schools and colleges there to help. The majority of the filth consisted of these Ganpati Idols made of Plaster Of Paris, which really weren't too good on the environment. Now as i'm not too comfortable with crowds, once the whole thing was done with and the tide came in, I slipped away to a corner and began warming up, for today was supposed to be the day i finally met The Wolf! We had been stalling for days about the whole thing, and today he was finally supposed to meet me at 10:30.

11.30

I was still waiting for him to come, and my enthusiastic warm up (which was watched by quite a crowd, and one 10th standard kid even asked me if i was a national level player!) gave way to a sullen cool down, as he still didn't turn up. Frustrated, and on the end of my tether, I messaged him asking him to enjoy the beach, cos I would be gone. I received an instant reply stating he had reached, and there he was!
Well, he was exactly what I expected, though a little shorter. We walked to the beach, and in the sizzling mid day heat (it was now almost 12:00 noon) began our combat. We first decided to go on kicks, as I assumed he would be a better fighter, and I had a Taekwondo background. The match began, and I quickly realized that kicks weren't this guy's Forte. The match ended rather quickly, when my foot connected with the side of his face in a stunning roundhouse that knocked his contact lenses right out of his face. We stopped a while, and thankfully the lens wasn't knocked out, it was knocked somewhere in his eye, though he said he was fine enough to continue.
We moved on to Jijutsu, which was his background. A few minutes of fierce grappling, with each trying to lock his foot behind the other and make him taste the dirt ended with both of us on the ground. A few more minutes of fierce submission moves ended with him tapping out.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Abdul's Ten Commandments


Abdul's Ten Commandments, also known as the ACC (Abdul's Code of Conduct)
1. Never work-shirk. Work is your worship.
2. The Sunnat is the only path to true success,
3. Always be polite.
4. Slay a dragon everyday - Never be afraid of trying something new daily.
5. Listen and observe. We got two eyes and two ears for a reason.
6. Use all of your available resources to the maximum. Waste is anathema.
7. Stay unattached - No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries. Trust is a fool's prerogative.
8. Never forget why you do what you do.
9. Remember code #2.
10. Whatever you do, do it to perfection.

Maya..?

When I was a little boy with lots of baby fat on his cheeks and a very naive view of the world, i heard a little nursery rhyme.

"Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily merrily merrily merrily,
Life is just a dream"

Ah, the joys of youth! The bliss of ignorance! Not a care about the cold, cruel world that we would have to face in just a few years.

A few days ago i attended a workshop on mythology by Devdutt, a famed author on mythology and NOT a relative of Devdas, and he spent hours telling us about the intricacies of Maya. Soon after that, i remembered this little rhyme, and I thought, "Geez! Vision changes in many ways with age!"
What do we learn from this? Life is too short to fuck it up with bad moods and depression. Be happy today, tomorrow can wait. Seriously. I know its been cliched beyond belief, but then again its been cliched for a reason - cos its damn fucking true.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Its all about the Ummat

An experience which i had today has logged itself in my mind - i was in a JAM-FUCKING-PACKED train, and was forced to get off two stops later, and by the time i got off, it was time to break my fast! Now, i had one rupee exactly in my pocket, and I was looking around for something affordable with which i could break my fast when my nazar fell upon this pani-puri vendor wearing a green cap and a tasvi. I told him to give me a glass of water for one buck, and told him that i had to break my fast. When he heard the word fast, his entire demeanour changed, and from nowhere a samosa-pav appeared along with a glass of water, and he was smiling and saying I too have to break my fast. He later refused to take payment for the samosa, and was even offended that i would suggest such a thing!
Kinship. Such a powerful thing. For a person i have never met before, or whom i hardly know, just the very term that he is a Muslim stirs so many feelings inside - the feeling of brotherhood, the feelings of protectiveness, the feeling of togetherness, so many others. Ah, but is life interesting!
What else of interest took place? LEt's see..
Me and Anjo had a little "Abdul and Anjo go to Phoenix Mills" episode in the daily soap of every BMM Wilsonian's life (love you wilson!) and as we were pretty jobless today we decided to head for phoenix mills. The lazy fuck that i am, i didnt have a ticket, and decided to ride shotgun. Unfortunately, the compartment of mine was suddenly flooded with TCs, not one or two, but FOUR! I was cornered like a rat, and as i had no money on me except some dollars the TCs took me off the train and drained poor Anjo's pocket. Our money depleted, we set off toward Phoenix Mills nevertheless, where in Subway (Anjo had some restaurant coupons) we found this mentally retarded chick hitting on the employees. Interesting.
Next stop, Dna Office
Next stop, Hard Rock Cafe.
Next stop, Home!

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Acknowledgements

Throughout my life ive had the good fortune to be tutored by the best of teachers. The debt of gratitude i owe to these great men and women can never be fulfilled. A humble beginning, however, would be this little article in this blog. To you, for all you've given me.
My Father:

Truly the biggest inspiration in my life, my father, Dr.Pradeep Chowdhury. A man whose persona is exceeded only by his brilliance, this man has taught me how to take pleasure from the simple things in life. He introduced me to the magical world of books, encouraged all of my interests and hobbies (even my whims at times) and showed me how to keep smiling, no matter what. All the gratitude in the world can't begin to show what i feel for him. Love you dad.

My Mother:

Hercules had the twelve labours. Odysseus had the Odyssey. Theseus had the Labyrinth. All these men had to go through a trial of fire that truly prepared them and taught them to face the world. I too have had my trial by fire, though its not a Minotaur or a Siren or a Hydra; it's something more dangerous than all of these combined - my mother. A woman of iron will and determination, some of the experiences she has put me through would make others wonder whether she truly is my mother, but that's what im thanking her for - for showing me how to deal with pain and suffering.

Mrs.Anne Isaac, English Teacher:
Although its not that easy to remember details of childhood memories, Mrs.Anne Isaac stands out clearly from my days in standard 6. She encouraged my interest in the english language, and taught me further the beauty of books and the magic of creativity. She was unconventional, spirited, and a great source of support who gave me 'Just William' books for coming first!

Mohammed Sardar Shaikh
When i first joined my Taekwondo lessons I took them like anyone else would - just another two hours where you kick and punch your stress levels away. Soon, however, my perception levels took a royal beating - i saw my taekwondo lessons as not just a physical exercise, but also a spiritual exercise, thanks to my Master, the highly accomplished Mohammed Sardar (yes yes i know it sounds corny beyond belief but please deal with it). He is peerless in both his knowledge of the martial arts and his deeni (urdu for religious) knowledge. A true Muslim, it is a real pleasure listening to him talk about Islam in today's context. Whenever i have any doubts, i turn to him for guidance and reassurance.

Apurva:
My ex. For a lot of stuff.