14 December 2008

The Tendencies Of Promoting Flux

I have never appropriately appreciated the strength of stereotype. Hair deliberately longer than the prescribed, consciously unkempt stubble hinting at traces of the artist’s beard, an extremely misused pair of denims, a kurta with the sleeves loosely wound around elbows, and for purposes serving more function than fashion, sneakers salvaged from a cousin. To have then been questioned by a policeman (at the end of his tiring beat, I assumed) was at once thwarting and therapeutic, in equal measures humiliating and healing.

Mind, not that I can always manage to appear terrorising, my demeanour does require the occasional policing; and only because everybody else does, mostly, appreciate stereotype. The sudden interrogation was a blessing in (very bad) disguise – at least someone’s doing the job. That sudden interrogation also managed to convincingly scandalise me, because I wasn’t ever expecting to be at the other end of. But then, would you have? (which, is only rhetoric, and just so that you wouldn’t have to bother with a retort, I hope).


Chai, I suppose, might have a lot to do with stereotype. I believe I could have been sitting in the bistro across the road, sipping on scandalously expensive coffee (try their espresso) as I occasionally do; that I happened to be at the other end, beneath only a sheet of flimsy tarpaulin about barely covering the chaiwallah’s confines, gulping instead on ridiculously cheap tea, may even be why I was then approached for, let’s say, a quick interview.

But please, don’t allow me to define consensus, I suppose you deserve to decide yourself; who then, would you rather believe? Who, if you had to so suppose, is more likely to be a terror-monger (horribly underrated word, by the way) in clandestine? That connoisseur of caffeine savouring a cuppa and biscotti at some cafĂ©, or that pedestrian (offence intended, but of course) who just ordered a cutting and glucose biscuits at the roadside joint?


There is, however (expecting stereotype shall adequately provide you with answers to the mildly melodramatic questions as aforementioned) a new breed of terrorists on the prowl. The most recent spate of attacks (and you can’t tell when that might have been, should be several days, months and years ago; but could be when you finished reading that last line) reveal that terrorists no longer subscribe to stereotype.

That their ends remain customarily inhuman (for the sheer sake of understatement), while their means graduate continually to newer heights (I would have mentioned depths within the parenthesis, to astound the readers with my utterly insensitive deployment of humour) (but, I decide not to, for the same reasons) of unparalleled depravity (their means, I mean) is how these terrorists can manage to refute stereotype.


I am of the opinion that terror has comfortably and unreasonably adapted to technological and social advances cultivated until the last twenty years, but recently, in our millennium. Young men (and, sometimes, women) are recruited by scouts and agents in the employ of militant organisations (available for nearly every country of this small, small world) often disguised as educational institutions, residential complexes, and recreational camps.

These unassuming students are then mindfucked (do pardon my French, I wish there were another word to describe what actually happens to them, something like a brainwash with potentially toxic detergents; see what I mean? That there really is not another phrase even barely as adequate as mindfucked), trained in several forms of martial and armed combat, prepared for every scenario possible, and then, they’re just mindfucked some more.


These young men (and sometimes, women) are not special, they’re not stupid (generally), they’re certainly not stable, but what bothers me (figuratively of course, is there any other sense that would have made sense?) is, that a purposefully increasing number of them are students, admitted to and sourced from public schools and reasonable colleges. Often, but not always, their (socially acceptable) educations continue during, or sometimes after that other, um, more career specific tutoring. These people, are educated people.

They can manage conversations in the English language (the Queen’s and the President’s, depending on which side of the Atlantic you’re at), they do dress about normally, without attracting unnecessary attention to the benefit of stereotype (normal, again, being specific to the environment they are from, and are then entrusted to) and they would blend in with just about any sort of crowd (the devil, I’ve been told, lies in the details) at absolutely any place with a reasonable number of (mostly) innocent civilians to then target.


But if you aren’t utterly intrigued, and possibly even shaking in your pants (or skirts, with all due respect) then I must admit, I have yet to try harder. These are the people who shall probably be seated right across your table at that restaurant, they may be clinging onto the same handrail as you are (irrespective of the route your buses and metros take), they shall be watching the same movies at your favourite multiplex (that relatively cheaper morning matinee, perhaps, I know I would). They can be anywhere, and everywhere.

They will have their meals, reach their destinations, watch that critically acclaimed drama (not sequentially though, these were just case studies, well, somewhat) and then, they will calmly pull out any from an available assortment of assault rifles and shoot pieces of lead that travel through the air at a velocity fast enough to puncture people (um, yes, that’s the generally accepted metaphor for ballistic violence). Just make sure that you tip the waiter, because he should be very hurt, soon enough, trying to protect the cute chef.


But if you aren’t utterly intrigued, and possibly even shaking in your pants (the skirts will have to wait, this being only slightly more important than a harmlessly misogynistic joke) (oh well, or skirts, with all due respect) then I must admit, you have yet to try harder. The only reason why stereotype can trample over sense is because they’re mutually exclusive. Like the sides of a coin (an excellent analogy, and time-tested, just like a well-worn coin) You may either outrightly encourage stereotype, or you can choose to rely on sense.

The new terrorist has already adapted to this principle, but far more convincingly than we ever might. If we have to look for troublemakers hiding behind only a particular costume, he’s changed his outlook completely. If we look for people who would seem out of place, he’s made sure he isn’t. If broken sentences struggling with vernacular do give him away, his recently acquired grasp of several internationally accepted accents couldn’t. And with sexist humour apart, if we’re still only looking for him, she won’t even need to hide.


Stereotypes need to change. What was unaccepted, or unexpected, maybe unprecedented, would gradually and eventually be the otherwise. We, howsoever, are still struggling with axioms which should have in every but the most ineffective scenario been replaced about several generations ago. We, yet, still revel in the most ineffective scenario.

Unkempt tresses, and a faint beard, and khadi for the kurta, and denims, and sneakers can not make terrorists. Which, is precisely why the interrogation had to happen. Vigilance, is about an only and most effective measure we could afford to adopt, not the cosy comforts of stereotype. Or does the accent not betray but my truest intentions to you?



By:

Sarthak Prakash

14 comments:

  1. Long and imageless... Hmm
    you can also colour your right colm with intteresting applications

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  2. But what did the police man ask you?

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  3. hey....maybe this comment would seem childish....but is there any way you can write this is in a slightly uncomplicated manner?Dont get me wrong, the article makes a good read, but for those of us who are used to the simple things in life, it can get a tad bit difficult focussing on the article ;)
    (PS: u absolutely love brackets....good observation huh?)

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  4. HEY... HI!!!!
    Sarthak, you write well, and this just proves the point, you got your opinion on, ahh, terror mongering, across, and well, how the 'pedestrian' is at the receiving end, but I'd also like to know what was the entire incident with the 'chai wala'? and yeah, i agree wid Anam Mitra, it is a bit comlicated,specially, when your paragraph is only for about 2 sentences, and those two sentences have about 4-5 brackets. u get my drift, don't you??

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  5. Ah.. I'm abt to begin with some, shall I call them critisims..
    But first, a compliment.. I like your style of writing.. Poetry, that is.
    But that style, if you bring in,in writtin prose.. Well, you hafta be careful with that. If

    you know what I mean. You do succeed mostly.
    Also, I don think ppl appretiate stereotypical things/ppl more. I think its a mix. These ppl

    are tryin new things, they're more adventurous. And ppl usually appretiate others who do things differently, try new things.
    In this post,you tend to get a bit deviated from the topic.
    As in, this post would've been good for a post on sterreotypi-sm(My word or it already a word), if you'd removed a few details of terrorists..
    Well,again (did I mention that earlier).. this is wht I say.. n shd not be taken seriously.*winks*

    All the best.
    Scarlett.

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  6. Forgive me.. I read your post again.. a bit carefully this time.
    Actually read the last paragraph. which I dint read earlier before postin the comment.


    I see the point. I see how u relate terroism n steriotypism.
    Terrorism is gettin stereotypic(as in ppl wear steotypical college student.office person).. but to counter it, we shall hafta get out of the stereotypic mode n be vigilant to counter it.
    Also, reliance on stereotypes lets you down the track of dangerous associations

    But I'll say, if you'd removed a few parts, your point would have been clearer. Or was it intentional?

    Apologies again.
    But seriously, I don think anyone shd confuse u with a terrorist! Gee! Hehe!

    Scar-lett.

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  7. With Gratitude


    @aamer - thanks! the next post shall certainly be against a interface slightly more presentable;

    @anam - (yes, but don't tell anyone, yet) we have already had this discussion, at length, of length,

    @gagan - there is a reason why the writing is so complicated, i am,

    @scarlett - i started writing with poetry, and then gradually eased into prose, so the occasional merger is by sheer force of habit, but the next time, i would try to convince myself of the distinctions before i write such,


    thanks again,
    the next post will also tell you what happened!

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  8. aha, cool so do let us in on what actually took place to drive you to write this post.

    awaiting it..

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  9. hey,its not surprising that you were mistaken for a terrorist because you do look like one..haha..no offence ,just kidding.Anyways your post is fantastic but i would appreciate if you could make your content a bit simple.

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  10. Writing should not only be for self but also for others'pleasure.Make it simpler,man!Long sentences are nothing but what you call a "mindf--".Too much humour is like a roadside Indian quickfood dish--full of inexpensive masala.Hold your masala and be more judicious with its application.
    Carry on,buddy.

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  11. really cool and original man, actually very touching...

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  12. A friend, whom i shall i not name, for the time being, and yours truly were sipping on chai, by the roadside, discussing at length issues which usually concern young men of our perspectives.

    A police officer strolled by, several times, and almost casually, until he was about close enough to share the chai, should he have wanted to.

    Then, he proceeded to interrogate me, and that friend, about our, well, whereabouts. He didn't seem entirely prepared to consider our answers, so much so that my carefully accumulated array of identity cards did nothing to dissuade him.

    He might have carried on forth, until someone passing by noticed me, and quickly clarified the officer's doubts.

    I was quite impressed, that someone is actually taking the initiative to keep tabs on random pedestrians. And amazed that the police officer was asking me about me when practically next to the colony i've lived in since forever.

    Why, i wondered? And then my friend pointed out to me my attire, my tresses, my outlook, and my first experience with the untapped potential of stereotype.

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  13. hmm.. u r as complicated as an engineer (need i say manager as well!), even in writing :)

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  14. You try to say too much Sarthak. It's almost as if you've just put your entire train of thought as chaotic as it may be on 'paper'. You might argue that it's your blog and you should be able to say everything you want to. You'd be right, but that's not what good writing is about now, is it? There needs to be some trace of structure, some direction. All the additional comments and notes are too distracting. The reader gets disinterested after a point. Sorry that this comment comes a tad bit too late. But first timer I am. :)

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