Monday, June 26, 2006

Ayaan Hirsi Ali

One of people I have admired greatly is Ayaan Hirsi Ali, a Somalian asylum-seeker turned Dutch politician. My respect for her has been developed after reading several of her comments and her staunch opposition to fundamental islam. She has been one of the leading critics of Islam's treatment of women, a problem that seems to be receiving less attention because of terrorism.

Recently, she was forced to leave the Netherlands (finding refuge in America) apparently because she exaggerated her asylum claim. Just before this, she was ordered to vacate her house because her neighbours feared for their safety. She travels with three bodyguards at all times after the death of her close friend (and numerous death threats to her), Theo Van Gogh who made a provocative movie about women in Islam.

It seems to me that this is a rather frivolous charge on which she is being asked to leave the country. The Dutch don't seem to value her as a politician or as someone who hits out against fundamentalism. Considering that there aren't enough moderates raising their voice in fear or being prosecuted or whatever, this would seem like an extremely important function. Furthermore, Rotterdam is actually turning into a majority Muslim city and the Netherlands is attracting Muslim immigrants in herds. There has been a rise of politicians like Geert Wilders who seem to be openly racist towards all Muslims. Wouldn't it make more sense to keep such a person in your country to promote some sort of debate about Islamic immigrants and their place?

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Home or something like it

Its been a while since I've come back to Hyderabad, my hometown for over 21 years. However, this time doesn't feel different. After spending several years in Singapore, there was an anticipation, an excitement every time I returned home. The fingers didn't tickle this time though. And neither did the heart beat any faster. The familiar sight of my mother at the airport was not there either.

The concept of a home has always been important to me. Singapore, for all its greatness could never rival home was the saying. How can it match the vibrancy, the wonderful hues and the bundle of contradictions that is India? Singapore is just the same old. I realised today that I miss the same old.

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I drove to the theatres today. As I was avoiding the buffaloes on the road (a scene right out of hyderabad blues) it struck me that this is why I love India. Buffaloes don't move even after incessant horn blowing. I'm guessing they take their cues from the people. The road has been half repaired - I'm assuming the government decided that people didn't use the other half afterall. A Tata Indigo driver hit another Tata Indigo (while it was parked) and calmly drove away.

I do think a great thing though is that you can spend an entire half hour in this city (country possibly) without seeing someone wear a hot pink t-shirt.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

In permanent debating withdrawal

I need to debate! How stupid was I to pull out of Australs this time? Damn.