Devils In God's Own Country

Posted by Dr. Gopal Unnikrishna Kurup


Devils In God's Own Country

The lush green paddy fields of Kerala bordered by emerald-blue waters of costal sealine twinkling under an azure sky will hardly evoke any thought of religious fundamentalism, If anything it should evoke peace and harmony. But people here are so inured to it that it hardly matters. What matters to them is heady politics colored with disparate hues of red, green, and of late yellow and saffron. But politics one can live with as everywhere, as a fact of life, But not so when the green is slowly being increasingly blackened by violent extremism of the deadly ISIS sway. The menace of radicalization has , it seems, hit the the northern Kerala as a bolt from the blues. One would have thought that modernity with its veneer of technology could lessen religiosity. But on the other hand we are witnessing a 21st century revival of religious fundamentalism leading to a 12 th century kind of jihad-ism. Keralites have only heard about it from history but unfortunately contacts with its inheritors from Arab countries have thrown them susceptible for a new kind of virulent jihadi contagion.

More and more young jihadists are emerging from the backwoods of Muslim radicalization graveyards destined for the 'greener' fields of Wahabism and ultimately to its nadir of evil, to the hellish innards of the wholly black ISIS. All of them know that it is an enterprise of no return, a journey to nowhere but to the land of hurrys serving wine in Muslim heaven and a luxurious heather life without having to work! At least that is what this doctored, brain-washed, indoctrinated gullible greenhorns are made to believe.
The insidious development might have started at least a decade or so, for any one watching could have but noticed the mushrooming of madrasas and mosques in northern Kerala.There was this propensity of ascribing every new such manifestations to the new affluence brought by the gulf money. It was in fact more than that. The average Muslim's wants remained the same but what he acquired was more and more mosques. Worship there was briefly, but much more that was going on might have been indoctrination and radicalization. The exhortation was to find a purer brand of Islam which was held out to be Saudi Arabian Wahabism or Salafism. The result is the trickle of a new kind of one way no-return Haj journey to the Mecca of Wahabism, the ISIS Caliphate.
And as usual our political lads come late in to the class. As the class from which the lads come we are not used to make them stand on the bench. Instead we just hear the monitor says " radicalization has nothing to do with religion - meaning: I don't want my supply of chocolates to stop.

Burhan Wani, Kashmir's Terror Blue-boy and Robinhood Combined.

Posted by Dr. Gopal Unnikrishna Kurup

 Burhan Wani, Kashmir's Terror Blue-boy and Robinhood Combined.

 The 21-year-old Burhan Wani, one of Hizbul Mujahideen’s prominent commanders, was killed in an encounter with security forces on Friday in the Kokernag area of south Kashmir. Security forces regarded him as the brains behind several attacks on them while Wani himself had threatened to target them.

This viral Facebook photo shows Burhan Wani (in the middle) and Naseer Ahmed Pandit (second row, extreme left), posing with guns and other militants. The new militant brigade in the region is embracing the power of social media and is unafraid of revealing its identity.

 The son of a school principal and a high scoring student, Wani picked up arms when he was just 15 years old, spurred by the violent treatment meted out to his elder brother, Khalid. Khalid had been beaten up by security forces based on allegations that he was recruiting militant cadre during the 2010 unrest. He was killed last year while traveling to meet Wani in a forest hideout Photographs of him in military fatigues and brandishing rifles surfaced in 2014, seemingly firing the imagination of many. Burhan Wani, became a young Robin Hood-like figure a role model for Kashmiri  youngsters like him. Naseer Ahmed Pandit, a young Jammu and Kashmir Police constable had seemed to be especially loyal to the government and army. One sudden day, Pandit disappeared and took his service weapons with him. His father realised he’d joined the ranks of terrorists after a press release issued by the Hizbul Mujahideen claimed him as a trophy.
   
The ground reality in Kashmir is changing slowly but surely and it can be gauged even from plain statistics. If in 2013, 31 local youths joined militancy, the number for 2015 (till September-end) jumped to 66, according to police records. Why are Kashmiri youth – who made way for Pakistani-trained terrorists – coming into the forefront once again? After the first rush in 1989, when insurgency took root, the locals are once again outnumbering what the security establishment refers to as ‘foreign terrorists’. According to official figures, north Kashmir has 66 local and 44 foreign terrorists and in south Kashmir, locals number 109 and foreign terrorists are a mere seven. The new strategy is to recruit locals because the Pakistan is not able to push terrorists across the line of control.

Almost 60% of the Valley’s population is below the age of 30 and we have to ensure engagement with the youth, especially with shrinking job avenues. The demographic bulge comprising the youth is hyperactive on social media which has become a fertile recruitment ground. The videos are affecting the psychology of Kashmiri youth who spend hours watching videos uploaded by local militants and by Islamic State. Their only role models are militants with guns like Burhan. A police survey found that the locality mosques were becoming congregation points in which Maulvis were holding animated discussions on the threat to Islam and Kashmiriyat. The ground beneath Kashmir’s feet is indeed slipping.

It is easy to get recruits to terror in Islam because of the belief that martyrdom in the cause of religion or Allah is not only noble but highly rewarding in one's life in the heaven and it is certain that they not only do not die but go to heaven to live a luxurious life in heaven without having to work. Burhan Wani's father says: "Yes, I do get a bit disturbed ( on the prospect of his son getting killed one day) but our Islam says that God, Quran and the Prophet are bigger than anything, even bigger and more important than our sons. It’s not the other way round. If our God is not happy with us then we don’t need our sons. Our God should be happy with us even if my son’s or my sacrifice is needed for that. Whosoever dies because of the oppression from India, or by an Indian bullet, doesn’t die. He goes from this world to the other world (as promised in the Quran); there will be no disease in that world, no oppression. This is what our Islam tells. That’s why Muslims don’t fear that".

It is very difficult to confront people who really believe that. The tragedy is that like in the past over two decades, neither Srinagar nor New Delhi is wising up to the new reality and looking beyond security perspectives

A Girl with Large Rotund Eyes with a Gleam in them

Posted by Dr. Gopal Unnikrishna Kurup

 A Girl with Large Rotund Eyes with a Gleam in them

The other day (14may 2016) my alma mater Banaras (Varanasi) Hindu University celebrated her centenary. The occasion was graced by the presence of Honorable President of India Shri Pranab Mukherjee who inaugurated the celebrations.

The glad news set me down the golden lane of memory, paved with nostalgia, marked with proud milestones, and shaded with a whole lot of cool greenery of comradery, of a kind which we seem never to acquire later in life. Perhaps that sort of comradery can only develop among greenhorns. Many faces and events and dramatis personae scroll past as if on a screen, and suddenly there comes that moment when the scrolling stays put for a while. The screen vanishes and you are left alone with what it suggests: to take a hard look into life that looks suddenly more than life-size!

What it suggested was indeed poignantly more than life-size, if mine or most of ours, is any benchmark. It was about a face spotlighted in the dark screen,  which I knew- to give a name now-  as of Gowri (not real name). With her ever wondering rather large rotund eyes, matching face,  and glowing complexion Gowri was undoubtedly the college beauty and arguably the Miss University. She had all the naive ethnicity and charm of the then old-world Thripuniththara in Kerala she hailed from , but with a veneer of some exposure to modernity, perhaps of Convent education.  One year junior to me, she found perhaps an elder brother in me as well as among the few fellow Malayali compatriots. A beautiful girl will have more than a plain girl's share of woes and worries and unsavory situations to face, and help for her was readily forthcoming as long as some of us chivalrous gladiators were around. (Feminists may be grinding their teeth, murmuring 'patriarchy'!)  I left the University in her second year, having finished my course.

Years later, on an evening, I was standing with a friend before the Metro Cinema in Calcutta's (Kolkata's ) Chowrangee road, debating whether to make it a movie-day or just a walk-day when I saw the old Banaras hand Shenai ambling along, still very much in his characteristic gait. Although years later and with put on weight, his face had not changed and his gait too. Nothing much might have happened to my mug and person, as he readily recognized and hailed me excitedly. After the embrace - his home-made hair oil smell had gone, replaced by that of cologne Brute - we turned to nostalgia and reminiscences which included a lot of updating old guy's and girl's whereabouts. My own batch-mate,  slightly older among us -so, called secretly 'chechi' - was now professor in a college affiliated to the university. And what about, I started,... and lo! ... comes along a little in front  a couple, the lady with an ever wondering rotund face, very matronly but chaperoned by her  stern looking hubby.  Shenoy and me both cried besides ourselves and in synchronized chorus : hey beat me! isn't it good old Gowri.!! . We then stepped up in front to be seen by Gowri who just stopped in her track utterly astonished. There was still that glow in her eyes which used to be our reward in the past, but now only to be subdued suddenly as it were  by some afterthought. There came a reserved poise befitting her hubby's grimness. Both of us noted it and granted it to her, ( again the damned 'patrirchy') as natural in a girl's progress ( or is it 'regress',  feminist dears?) to housewifedom.. They are no more girls but reticent wives hailing old classmates in presence of their  Sultans, all the time putting their eye-corners to good use to watch every facial muscle on hubby's mug. Well the meet ended in preliminaries and formalities and she hurriedly bid good by, the hubby not condescending even to a formal halloo. Shenoy threw a slow contemplative remark at their back to the effect that the fellow is some CEO in a corporate, adding an apt adjective describing the man as with some  'headweight'. Well with Shenoy also free, we decided to make it a movie-day, going in to Metro Cinema, updating and reminiscing in between before he finally parted to catch his Bombay( Mumbai) flight.

Gowri never appeared anywhere around me for a long time till I heard about her.  But this time her life had turned to be a story fit enough for a novel. During one of my professional perambulations I had walked into another Govt. office to meet its head,  and there on the other side of the table sat another of my classmate, this time of both  graduate, and the  post graduate classes at Banaras. Wonder of wonders! I seem to have an uncanny knack of running in to class buddies in the most unexpected times and places.. This time our reminiscences continued well after the office time, till the watchman coughed discreetly, whereupon the venue shifted to a nearby restaurant as the buddy was staying alone with family staying back in his native place. There I heard Gowri's life story which had come a full circle from the corporate heights of Calcutta to the alluvial green land of rural Kerala, but not in any charming old-world scenario, but to a dingy one-room garret in a shaky market shop.

When we met her in the heady Chowrangee place of Calcutta, she had hidden her frustration in the cloak of a reserved poise befitting a jet set. For a long time she never let anyone know that behind that unreal facade there was a heart crying for love and care. Her husband had no time for her or children and was more to be found in Calcutta's glitzy clubs. Children were packed off to boarding houses and hostels  where they grew up in their own way. The corporate quarters went on changing and none had any sense of belonging or anchorage. All of them became another kind of urban flotsam. She craved for some love and attention either from the husband or the children which she never got. and when children became men and women they totally abandoned her, immersed in their own world. Totally alienated, she craved for some caring of any sort and her own moorings of rural simplicity of an unhurried lifestyle where people had always time for others..

Her wishes personified in the arrival of a photographer who came to her house, first summoned for covering some function and later becoming a frequent visitor, function or no function. It is not known what type of person this guy was whether an astute opportunist who could sense the crying soul in her only to be taken advantage of, or an understanding sensitive soul with humane kindness to be of use in work of redemption of the lost and depressed. Whatever be the case, it was only a matter of months before her tormented mind decided to take the plunge.  She threw her tattered life in Calcutta in to the polluted winds from the Hooghly river, forsaking everything she desperately wanted to matter to her but was never allowed to, abandoned a home which was never a home to her and eloped  with the photographer one uncertain fine or fiendish morning. A woman desperately yearning for love could do anything, even fiendish things like killing own progeny or senselessly convert to another religion, without batting an eyelid. Every woman in her heart of heart is a timeless teenager.

Together they returned to the unassuming simplicity of a small town setting where the man had his original small studio below and a one-room tenement, more of a garret, above. When My friend named the place with a sigh, I knew the place which i often used to pass by in my younger days, - a sleepy market place of a few ramshackle shops. Occasional buses, one or two stop briefly without shutting their engines, only to hurriedly move on before wasting time. What kind of meetings or functions there could be except an occasional marriage or something, for the studio to be in demand, or may be some passport photos, for sustenance.

Did she find the Shalimar of love and care she yearned for!. Or after the  initial sense and relief of liberation, did discontent of a chilly winter and a sense of irreversible doom set in!! None of us dared to find out. if she did find her Shalimar then we would be welcome; in the dreaded alternative eventuality,  a visit from one of us or of both could shatter her.

Both of us decided ultimately to rather stay with our memory of a large, ever wondering pair of rotund eyes with an endearing gleam in them and to let her leave us ever wondering. It had haunted me ever since and I had to write it down to get rid of it.

The Anti -Nationals or Non-Nationals or Media-Nationals..

Posted by Dr. Gopal Unnikrishna Kurup

 

"The serendipitous profile of the mainstream — Hindu, urban and mofussil, upper-caste, middle-to-upper-class, mostly north Indian, mostly male, and perhaps most importantly, liberal-to-Right in ideological persuasion — matches that of the majority of persons in the legislature, bureaucracy, judiciary, police and paramilitary force, the business and trading communities, white-collar corporate employees, teachers, and, tellingly, media workers (especially in the electronic media). It is through this media that this nation of a privileged minority sees itself, and only itself, as the true nation — the true ‘India’ (or ‘Bharat’, depending on linguistic and other ideological preferences).

But the vast majority of the population of India lies outside this profile. They don’t belong to this ‘India’, this ‘Bharat’. They live in the gutters and ghettoes, the fields and forests, the roadsides and ravines, the backyards and brothels of this nation. They are the rejects and the failures, the ones who didn’t or couldn’t acquire this profile. They are India, but they will always remain outside this ‘India’, and become anti-national the moment they question their exclusion".

 They are also India, agreed. Then the question is posed: So would anyone else who questions their exclusion, or who supports them, or speaks up on their behalf stand as potential criminals in the terms of the unstated law of anti-nationalism.

The answer is: certainly not. But the mainstream India as defined above by the 'questioners' themselves, does not see or acknowledge that the latter represent the rest of India, the underprivileged. It is in fact very apparent that the 'questioners' are just another section, often highly privileged, highly politicized, highly vocal, anti-rightists, or leftists and extremists who stage a self-righteous dance drama,  ostensibly for the underprivileged, but in fact for their own enhancement. There in lies the hypocrisy, the deceit, the perfidy of the left- of- center. They are the myopic drowsy Rip Van Winkles, the neotenic Marxists and Maoists who in fact, if history is any guide, prey upon the underprivileged.

That makes it prudential for the mainstream India to pick up each of these road show creatures with a pair of forceps and  examine it for what it really looks and sounds like. And you will find that under the lens they all have distinct stripes poke marks and scarlet colors. There are political recruiters who hurriedly make a beeline for enlistment and campus selection with promise of immediate stardom and  fat remuneration. These neo-liberal political corporate entities  are a new breed of failed business CEOs desperately scouting for some political and providential manna falling from the skies to feed on.

But it is sheer drought for them and obviously and drastically harakiri staring in face.

The Art of Maligning

Posted by Dr. Gopal Unnikrishna Kurup

I have no hesitation to say that the current hullabaloo about the Yamuna flood plain destruction by Sri Sri Ravi Shankar's Art of Living World Culture Festival  is so much hogwash. The environmental activists now stalking the TV channels are a breed of glorified laymen masquerading as experts. Apart from their stereotyped verbiage, jargon  easily acquired from some pamphlets and brochures, and occasionally from some publications dealing with environment, all that they possess is disinformation wrought by naive and simplistic interpretation of this kind of warped knowledge. They are no scientists of any note, and I doubt whether the Green Tribunal has any reputed scientists who have enough credentials to sit there as experts.  If there are,  I have not heard any single scientist authentically explaining eventualities  related to the ecology of Yamuna. At present obstructionists  are mostly belonging to the tribe of activists, who are like masons  in place of engineers and  compounders or pharmacists  in place of doctors.  So I don't listen to that activist cacophony.

We should note that many great cities are built on the flood plains of great rivers.  Now those cities and towns have become part of these floodplain ecosystem as much as the original and modified biota. They are all part of its biodiversity. They are a category of riparian zones and systems. Since there is mostly a flood way as the core of the flood plains, latter is one of the easiest to restore to sustainability unlike grasslands away from water sources. Two to three year's leave-alone policy is enough to restore a flood plain, as the natural succession which is the best effective way will take over.

Wetting of the floodplain soil by rains releases an immediate surge of nutrients: those left over from the last flood, and those that result from the rapid decomposition of organic matter that has accumulated since then. Microscopic organisms thrive and larger species enter a rapid breeding cycle. Opportunistic feeders (particularly birds) move in to take advantage. The production of nutrients peaks and falls away quickly; however the surge of new growth endures for some time. This makes floodplains particularly valuable for agriculture. That is the reason civilization originated in the great flood plains of mighty rivers.

All the mumbo jumbo the differently interested activists mumble are just a smokescreen to hide their political motivation. Restoring the jamboree site  will not cost a paisa other than that for dismantling the structures after the mega event. And what was the earlier condition? Over the years the flood plains have been used as an illegal dumping ground of construction debris. 17 drains were dumping toxic waste in the Yamuna and creating a thick stench; it would be hard for anyone to stand next to the river for 3 minutes, let alone host a 3 day cultural event. Land will now be restored to a much happier and healthier condition which the activist obstructionists could never do.

That Women Are From Moon And Men Are From Mars Is No Longer True.

Posted by Dr. Gopal Unnikrishna Kurup


  That Women Are From Moon And Men Are From Mars Is No Longer True.

  
Today is International Women's Day. The 2016 theme for International Women’s Day is “Planet 50-50 by 2030: Step It Up for Gender Equality”. The United Nations observance on 8 March will reflect on how to accelerate the 2030 Agenda, building momentum for the effective implementation of the new Sustainable Development Goals. It will equally focus on new commitments under UN Women’s Step It Up initiative, and other existing commitments on gender equality, women’s empowerment and women’s human rights. Yes women's human rights are equal to those of men. Both are equal constituents of human race on this earth. It is no longer true to say that women are from  moon and men are from mars, emphasizing the difference, although the French man might still say 'viva the difference". And scientists say there  is only just less than 2 per cent difference genetically between the two, and that it has nothing to do with faculties!

The 2016 theme for International Women’s Day is “Planet 50-50 by 2030: Step It Up for Gender Equality”. The United Nations observance on 8 March will reflect on how to accelerate the 2030 Agenda, building momentum for the effective implementation of the new Sustainable Development Goals. It will equally focus on new commitments under UN Women’s Step It Up initiative, and other existing commitments on gender equality, women’s empowerment and women’s human rights - See more at: http://www.unwomen.org/en/news/in-focus/international-womens-day#sthash.YZ6aHuzw.dpuf

It won't be very wrong to say that the women's rights movement  began as largely a western product of the Era of Enlightenment in the European history. It then flourished more vigorously in the United States of America from which its evangelists spread the message across the elitist world. Naturally therefore, what rights are included under women's rights vary in time and cultures.

  In the States, Mary Wollstonecraft in  her 1791-92 A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, now considered a classic of feminist history,  argued primarily for the rights of woman to be educated. Through education would come emancipation. The women's suffrage was fought for by Elizabeth Cady Stanton (1815-1902). Her Seneca Falls (New York) Convention(1848) and

Declaration of Sentiments written byElizabethwhich was approved there, is credited with initiating the long struggle towards women's rights and woman suffrage. She was also active and effective in winning property rights for married women, equal guardianship of children, and liberalized divorce laws.  She died nearly 20 years to go before the United States granted women the right to vote.

When Lucy Stone and Henry Blackwell were married(1855), they protested against laws of the time in which women lost their legal existence upon marriage and this protest was instrumental in providing legal existence and rights to women in marriage there. 

The modern women's rights movement began in the 1960s and gained momentum with the development of the scholarly field of Feminist Jurisprudence in the 1970s. In Britain women  gained equal voting rights with men only in 1928.With the end of the First World War many other countries followed – the Netherlands (1917), Austria, Azerbaijan,[132] Canada, Czechoslovakia, Georgia, Poland and Sweden (1918), Germany and Luxembourg (1919), Turkey (1934), and the United States (1920)

 Even today, there is some disagreement about what constitute women's rights. Does a woman have a right to control family size? to equality of treatment in the workplace? to equality of access to military assignments? Usually, "women's rights" refers to whether women have equality with the rights of men where women and men's capacities are the same.

In  India although Gandhiji incorporated women's movements into the Quit India movement and independent women's organizations began to emerge , it was only in post-Independent period women's right movement acquired momentum. However, Despite the progress made by Indian feminist movements, women living in modern India still face many issues of discrimination. India's patriarchal culture has made the process of gaining land-ownership rights and access to education challenging.[4] In the past two decades, there has also emerged a disturbing trend of sex-selective abortion.[5] To Indian feminists, these are seen as injustices worth struggling against

In modern context, women's rights refer to those that should govern in the economic, civil, socio-cultural, and political walks of life. The full economic rights that should accrue to them are in  matters of property rights,  profession, rights to income, in finace dealings, and for maternity leave in service. In civil rights they range in the fields of legal, marriage- diverse, family life and parenthood.  Socio-cultural rights demands are mainly in, sex and control over own body, reproduction and family size,education, religious worship, dress and moral codes, home roles. Lastly ,equal political rights.

Your Child Can't Be Anything.

Posted by Dr. Gopal Unnikrishna Kurup


Your Child Can't Be Anything.

 

Many Parents as well as some books say to children that " you can be anything if you put you mind to it wholeheartedly.

What could possibly be wrong with telling our kids they can be anything? Plenty.

 First, studies show that pursuing overly-ambitious goals can be harmful. When researchers study organizations that set stretch goals for employees–goals intended to motivate high performance–they find that these lofty goals often have significant negative side effects. In particular, they find that when people are focused on a goal, and failure to achieve that goal has high costs, unethical behavior increases. Many kids report feeling intense pressure to achieve in school and beyond, and many more kids say they have cheated. 

 Some attentive parents may rightly emphasize the role of imagination :"What you can achieve is limited only by your imagination!". Some may also say that more important than imagining a goal is working hard to achieve it. True, but even if the message “You can do anything!” is broadened to include hard work, it still falls short.

This is because telling kids that they can do anything—whether fueled by imagination or hard work—obscures the critical role of chance in success. Not every child who wants to be a surgeon or sports star can become one, even if they work hard at it. At the same time, in every success story there is the grace of good fortune. Our futures are shaped by many forces beyond our control, including chance, genetics, and other accidents of birth. Then too, statistically speaking, most of us will be average

 This is not to say that parents shouldn’t expect their children’s best or encourage them to work hard and persevere, just that a focus on achievement per se ultimately does kids (and ourselves) a disservice. When we create a mindset that high achievement is better than being average–that high achievers are more special or deserving–we diminish kids’ ability to value both themselves and others. 





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The Modern Micro Mahishaasuras of JNU

Posted by Dr. Gopal Unnikrishna Kurup


 The Modern  Micro Mahishaasuras of JNU

Those who want to hard sell JNU student leader Kanhaiya Kumar, especially the anti-Modi -anti-BJP media lobby,  and see him as a lathi to charge the government, should  realize that the fellow  is a one-day summer sparrow  which doesn't make a profitable political summer for this media brigade.  I saw  Rajdeeep Sardesai and also the devil's advocate, Karan Thaper straining  their neck muscles hard   and turning blue in  face arguing that the learned lady judge of the Delhi High Court, Pratibha Rani,  has lesser wisdom than them and even lesser judicial acumen. How dare she depart from mundane legal jargon and write a powerful, evocative, and resounding judgment, which as another panel member in the discussion did maintain that it might well go down as one of a memorable and historic judgment that might one day become a text for the law students,  seemed to be their line!

These days the media is brain-starved of meaningful quotes, and so pitiably feed on whatever crumbs of banalities their blue boys mouth or eject as pearls of wisdom. Thus Rohit Vemula's parting lament cursing his Dalit birth as his only unwitting  crime, became instantly hailed as a pithy expression of anguish at caste-suppression. While I have every sympathy for the tender sensibilities he had which unfortunately the lad couldn't overcome, I am of opinion that Rohit should have realized that caste suppression was not a suddenly developed feature of universities or elsewhere but had centuries of history of condemnable ubiquitous practice in India. I would have been proud of him had he decided to live and fight the menace.

The latest is the hot selling quote of Kanhaiya 's "profound" revelation that, by shouting "Azaadi" amidst other references to Kashmir, and milling round and round like in an African tribal ritual, - which he must have been familiar with as the guy is said to be a  researcher in African studies, - he and his fellow leftist tribals  meant only (on second thoughts),  azaadi IN India and not from India. How sagaciously convenient!

And pray, let us know what kind of a "kaidi"( prisoner) he was when he , the son of a farm laborer earning just Rs. 3000 a month according to his own statement, could get admission to the country's prestigious Central university of JNU and also thereby getting his study expenses subsidized to the extent of over Rs. 3 lakhs per annum, with a fellowship to boot ( which he did literally)? What kind of a state prisoner he was when he could organize Afzal Guru and Yakub Memon days in the university campus, and in all probability could have got away with it scot-free but for the obnoxious slogans tantamount to biting the hands that feed him and his ilk?

Kanhaiya typifies that young impressionable generation coming from families of  poor to moderate means, and therefor harboring a deep- rooted grouse about their social strata, resenting their chick and well-off compatriots flaunting their opulence, and tit for tat desperately wanting  to overshadow the latter by taking the leftist union route. In the process they become leftist suckers rebelling indiscriminately against all that is conventional, established, prevalent and proper. Before they even realize it, their sense of patriotism becomes a casuality in that metamorphosis.