Monday, March 13, 2017

Urdu - the silver tongue in legalese - TOI

The silver tongue: How Urdu lingers on as the language of law

 | Feb 26, 2017, 10.00 AM IST
 Link-  http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/home/sunday-times/the-silver-tongue-how-urdu-lingers-on-as-the-language-of-law/articleshow/57350117.cms

Milaard, gawahon ke bayanat se ye saabit hota hai ki Mr Rajesh begunaah hain....Quaid-e-ba-mushaqat...Taazirat-e-Hind dafa teen sau do ke tehat...Mere kaabil dost...Muvakkil...



Urdu legalese has thundered across filmy courts for as long as we can remember. The grimness of tazeerat-e-hind, as milard sent it flying across the courtroom like a hammer backed by the full weight of justice, was a formidable thing even if we didn't know that it meant the Indian Penal Code. Quaid-e ba-mushaqat led to chakki-pissing and stone breaking even if we couldn't break it down to rigorous imprisonment. Ba-izzat bari meant mulzim's mother and heroine sighed in relief and touched their sari to their wet eyes at acquittal. And Dafa 302 meant end of the road for the man in prison stripes.





Bollywood has courted Urdu for decades. In reality too, the legal system has used adaliya zubaan (the language of the courts) for nearly two centuries now. Minus the theatricality, of course.





'Urdu ka Adaalati Lehja', among the most entertaining and enlightening sessions at the recent Jashn-e-Rekhta festival, discussed the many ways the elegant language livens up the grim proceedings of Indian courts. The festival is an annual celebration of Urdu in Indian life and literature.





"Persian was the language of the Mughal court, and Urdu replaced it in the late 19th century. The Adalat System, set up in 1772 by Warren Hastings was a mix of both British and Mughal Courts. In this system, Urdu came to be the language of the lower munsif's courts," says Saif Mahmood, a Supreme Court advocate and an expert on Urdu poetry and literature, who conducted the session. The legal Urdu we know today is largely the gift of novelist (Dipty) Nazeer Ahmed who translated the Indian Penal Code in 1860.





Interestingly, the most lyrical insight into the judicial system of mid-to-late 19th century India, and Urdu's place in it, comes from the incomparable Ghalib, a man Mahmood describes as "a litigious commoner". "Ghalib spent 20 years of his life litigating in every court of the existing judicial system on issues ranging from pension and debt recovery to gambling. His life as a litigant hugely influenced his poetry," says Mahmood. One of Ghalib's best-loved five-verse set (qata) quoted in Mahmood's research paper starts thus: Phir khula hai dar-e-adaalat-e-naaz/Garm bazar-e-faujdari hai (The door of the court of coquetry is open again/There is a bazaar-like briskness about the criminal case).





The distinguished legal scholar and jurist Tahir Mahmood, a panelist at the talk, has written on 'Legal Metaphor in Ghalib's Urdu Poetry'. And among the couplets he lists is the much-loved "Dil mudda'i o deeda bana mudda'a alaih/Nazaare ka muqaddama phir roobakaar hai (Heart is the Plaintiff and eye, the defendant/The case of gazing is being heard again)."





Today, words such as vakalatnama (a document authorizing a lawyer to act on behalf a client) and sarishtedaar (court officer) are used even in courts where Urdu is not otherwise used, like Bombay High Court and Supreme Court. Until the 1970s, Urdu continued to be used in the district and sessions courts of north India, especially UP, Punjab, Bihar and Jammu and Kashmir, in the filing of pleadings.





The FIRs and the police roz namcha (daily journal), which can be called into evidence in court, often throws up delightful usage of archaic Urdu. "Khadim PP sahib ko namaz-e-eid-ul-fitr ada karane 10.30am le gaya - Ba-qalam khud" - thus ran a florid entry in a recent roz namcha of a VIP security officer that Mehmood stumbled upon. Simply put: I, the undersigned, escorted my protectee to the namaz today at 10.30am. 



Urdu also works as a happy means of intellectual jousting between lawyers and judges. And a superb example came from the recently retired Chief Justice of India TS Thakur, known for his love of Urdu. As a judge of the Delhi High Court, he was once hearing a case for the Delhi Government being pleaded by Najmi Waziri, now a sitting judge of the same court. The case was adjourned for five or six months and the lawyer sought a shorter date. Justice Thakur denied the plea. At 1.15pm as the court broke for lunch and the judge rose from the bench, the lawyer remarked despondently to no one in particular: Kaun jeeta hai teri zulf ke sar hone tak (who is going to live till you deign to decide)? Justice Thakur paused as he stood and said: Pehla misra padho (read the first line). And the lawyer obliged with the opening lines of Ghalib's famous couplet: Aah ko chahiye ek umr asar hone tak (it takes a lifetime for a prayer to find a response). Justice Thakur famously listed the case for the following week.




Justice Syed Mahmood in the late 1890s famously quoted Urdu poetry in his landmark judgements. And even today, Sahir and Faiz lend a human touch to the grimmest of verdicts.




But does Urdu shayari affect the gravitas of rulings? Justice Aftab Alam believes in minimal usage. He recalled using a verse to describe the naive but effective defence of a petitioner in Patna High Court. "But why did you use it? Did it enhance your judgement?" he was asked later by a mentor. "I have since stopped using any shayari in my judgements," he joked.




Justice Thakur used a hilarious couplet to explain how Urdu works to cut the verbal clutter in courts: "Kucha-e-yaar mein agar bheed bhaad ho/Tum bhi koi sher ghusad ghasad do (if your lover's lane is full of rivals, then you too shove in some poetry)."

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Fear of female fantasy- Devdutt Patnaik TOI

Fear of female fantasy: Let’s tell tales celebrating women’s desires, such as where Shakti demands Shiva satisfy her and he does

February 27, 2017, 2:00 AM IST  in TOI Edit Page | Edit PageIndia | TOI  LINK- http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/toi-edit-page/fear-of-female-fantasy/ 
Fantasy frightens us, especially female fantasy. How do we regulate it? We can control a woman’s body, lock her in the house, cover her face with a veil, but how do we control her mind. For in her mind, she can imagine a better man, a perfect man, which renders the real men in her life inadequate. Her body can be invaded and violated, but can her mind ever be truly domesticated?
These questions emerge as we hear of censor boards denying certificates to films celebrating female fantasy, and of policemen and politicians physically attacking women, against all norms of civilised conduct, arguing that surely if women want to ‘fantasise’ about being equal to men, surely they can handle a punch or two.
One way of regulating fantasy has been by propagating stories where women who pursue their desires are viewed as dangerous, hence need to be restrained for social good. For example, in Japanese mythology, the first man and woman are called Izanagi and Izanami.
When the woman invites the man to bed, the children born of the union turn out to be the demons, but when the man invites the woman to bed, the children born are the gods.
In Abrahamic mythology, we learn how before Eve there was another woman in Eden called Lilith. She refuses to be subservient to Adam, and rejects the missionary position prescribed by the patriarchs. So she is cast out, and she becomes the mother of demons, of the succubi and incubi, who seduce men and women into sexual activity, and thereby pollute the soul. When even Eve defies God, and eats the Forbidden Fruit, submitting to the possibilities offered by the Devil, she is punished and made answerable to Adam for all eternity.
All of womankind is redeemed by Mary, who quietly accepts the news that even though she is not married, and has never been with a man, she is pregnant with Jesus Christ. She will be the Virgin Mother of the son sent by God to save all sinners.
In Hindu mythology, we hear the story of Renuka, who is beheaded on her husband Rishi Jamadagni’s orders because of harbouring an adulterous thought for but a moment on seeing a beautiful man bathing in the river as she was fetching water. How does he gain knowledge of her fantasy? Because he notices she has lost her ‘sati’ powers.
Sati is a mythic term referring to women who are so chaste that they obtain magical powers such as the ability to withstand the heat of fire. In the case of Renuka, she had the ability to collect water from unbaked pots made from clay from the riverbank. She loses this ability as soon as she desires the handsome man, and so is punished brutally by her husband.
That being said, Hinduism is rather ambiguous in its view of female sexuality; seeking control over it while acknowledging simultaneously that it cannot be controlled. And so the head of Renuka, separated from her body, is an object of worship in many parts of Maharashtra and Karnataka. It is taken around in processions, attached to the rim of a pot or a wicker basket, a reminder of female fantasy, and sexuality.
Renuka is viewed not as the fallen woman but as the mother-goddess, beyond the control of patriarchal society. She is simultaneously the chaste domesticated farm as well as the wild unchaste forest, unrestrained by the rules of the farmer, the patriarch. Of course, when her tale is retold today, Renuka’s desires are whitewashed, and focus is given to the restoration of her status as sati, pure and chaste.
Cultural tales, repeated over generations, fix themselves in our soul and become real. We start assuming they reveal an objective truth of the universe, rather than the subjective truth of a culture.
Through stories we try to defy nature, and deny imagination. We are told repeatedly that women should be desirable, but they cannot desire. Women who desire are punished, like Surpanakha, whose nose is cut, and Ahalya who is turned into stone. We are told that Ahalya was ‘innocent’, duped by Indra who took the form of her husband.
We are not allowed to consider alternate narratives that maybe, just maybe, she recognised and wanted the virile skygod, bored of her stiff intellectual old husband.
In modern retellings, despite all talk of feminism, we shy away from describing erotic fantasies of Draupadi: does she compare and contrast the lovemaking styles of her five husbands? We avoid giving too much importance to apsaras who are great seductresses but lack all maternal instincts, like Menaka who leaves Shakuntala on the forest floor, after vanquishing Vishwamitra’s celibate will. We want goddesses to be virginal and chaste. We fear the yoginis who encircle and entrap young nath-yogis with their charms; we declare them insatiable witches.
Hindu mythology is unique in that it exists in a paradigm where nothing is perfect or permanent. All things change. And there is always a story suitable for every age. Time to reject our colonial puritanical past and dig out ancient tales where Shakti approaches Shiva and demands he satisfy her, and he – ironically known as Kamantaka, the killer of desire – dutifully complies.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Why bra-panties are not bombs- TOI


Why bra-panties are not bombs

 | Feb 5, 2017, 10.00 AM IST 
Link- http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/home/sunday-times/why-bra-panties-are-not-bombs/articleshow/56975342.cms

A college play was at the centre of a controversy recently for using the two words that denote women's underwear. Sunday Times looks at our long tradition of squeamishness


Halfway through 36 Chowringhee Lane, Aparna Sen's classic work, there was a fleeting but memorable scene: the ageing and lonely Violet Stoneham (Jennifer Kendall) has offered the use of her drawing room to a young poet who is looking for some intimacy with his girlfriend. As she readies to leave home for work, Violet asks to be excused, quickly goes to the clothesline and pulls off her bra and panty and shoves it into a laundry bag.



We had laughed in the darkened hall then; it was a greying, granny bra and panty and Violet was too old to play coy, but we understood. Some strong social code that we absorbed from our mothers, grandmother and aunts was deeply chiselled deep into our sensibility - women's underclothes cannot be publicly visible or talked about, certainly not in mixed company.



Remember Lucille Ball once asking her daughter: "Where is my B-R-A?" looking pointedly at her son who tells her poker-faced: "It is hanging on the L-I-N-E mom."



Decades down the line, the squeamishness appears to be still in place. The panel judging a university theatre festival hosted by Delhi government's Sahitya Kala Parishad reportedly threw out a play produced by Kamala Nehru College for using the words bra and panty along with "other cuss words". And this at a time when the world is celebrating Beyonce's already-iconic baby bump photo in burgundy bra and ruffled panties (mismatched, please note).



The sarkari decision, which smacked of the whole "haw, hai" attitude to any mention of women's underthings, was rolled back after widespread condemnation. As the spirited response from the girls pointed out, if you said banian and chaddi instead you wouldn't be asked to wash out your mouth with soap.



Spunky theatre actor Mallika Taneja, who is a product of college dramatics, has gone beyond saying bra and panty on stage — she actually appears on stage stripped down to her underwear in her scathingly funny 10-minute act, Thoda Dhyan Se, and proceeds to swaddle herself in a suffocating shroud of clothes to "stay safe" on streets. The play is a resounding hit especially in women's colleges where it is always greeted with howls of laughter and support.



"I find it embarrassing that the judges are embarrassed. We put a panty on the stage for our play on incest more than a decade ago when I was in college, for heaven's sake. University theatre is a place for bold experiments that challenge all kinds of stereotypes. This is just another episode in the increasing clampdown that all arts are facing," she says.\



It is clear where the horror of having the two words thrown at you comes from. There are some unwritten, accepted social conventions around all things intimately feminine. But to start with the bra and panty. First, they can't be openly hung on an open clothesline, you have to shroud them with a towel. Because who knows what kind of idea they could give people about you by implying unmentionable body parts?



If you carried your washing, you picked the farthest, darkest corner to hang your underthings. If there were men around you left them damp in the bathroom till the coast was clear. Considerate men would look away. None of these shifty rigours applied to the janghia, langot that could wave breezily in the sun.

Recall too the cringe-worthy experience of shopping in the callow Libertina years before the word lingerie came to be widely used, before women in uniforms sold you multinational stuff at malls and before online shopping made bra shopping a breeze. Usually it was some benign uncleji who sold undergarments in the generic "Ladies Fashion Shop" alongside bindi, bangles and safety pins. Some would have a woman assistant, others would do the deed themselves. "Size?" he would ask matter-of-factly, half the eye looking you in the face and the other half gliding down to assess for himself. And you grabbed whatever you got and ran for your life to get over the embarrassment of it all.


It is not just the small clothes that make us squirm. There are other things that are firmly marked Ladies Only - these are all too femininely mysterious and icky for common consumption.




One of the funniest scenes in the 50s classic Chalti ka Naam Gaadi involved Anoop Kumar, painfully shy of women, picking up Madhubala's lipstick by mistake, leaping up in horror as realises what it is and screaming 'Kartooooos!' The ordinary sanitary napkin is one such kartoos for the general population.


As Twinkle Khanna pointed out in her Sunday Times column , sanitary pads are treated like radioactive isotopes at shops, to be packaged first in newspapers and then handed out in a black plastic bag in case anyone saw it and figured that you bled once every month. The other "kartoos" is all mention of blood in periods - recall the online spoofs last year on the clean blue "blood" in all sanitary napkin ads? Then there is vagina, lactation...the list is a long one.


Responding to the masculine revulsion that greeted the graphic ads for her company's period panties, US entrepreneur Miki Agarwal had this to say: "We were talking about what happens to half the world's population here." Indeed, half the world's population uses, washes and changes you-know-what and you-know-what every day. Get used to it.





Multiple Truths- Devdutt Patnaik- Scroll and TOI

A plea for ‘alternative facts’: When truth is singular it becomes a territory and thus, a battlefield

February 13, 2017, 6:45 AM IST  in TOI Edit Page | Edit PageIndia | TOI LINK- http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/toi-edit-page/a-plea-for-alternative-facts-when-truth-is-singular-it-becomes-a-territory-and-thus-a-battlefield/
Once upon a time, there was a girl who heard from all her relatives that her father was a loving and kind husband, father, son and friend, who died young under tragic circumstances. She grew up adoring this absent father.
During her teenage years, the girl learned the police had killed her father in an encounter. That he was a murderer who tried to escape from jail during his trial. What was the truth, she wondered: was her father the good person of the stories she heard as a child, or was he the criminal as per all newspaper reports?
Then, as an adult, she learned from various activists and politicians of the dominance of certain privileged communities who controlled the state police and legal apparatus, who branded those who spoke up against the system as criminals, and shot them if they did not submit. Suddenly, the girl realised her father was a revolutionary, a misunderstood hero, who sought the betterment of society and was crushed by evil forces.
What is the truth? The family memory, or the newspaper report, or the narrative of the activist or politician?
The family memory, where the father is the hero, is pre-modern truth. The newspaper report, where the father is the villain, is the modern truth, based on facts. The activist or political narrative, where the father is the victim, is the postmodern truth that locates fact in an ecosystem of power. Things get even more complicated depending on whether the girl is Dalit, Rajput, Tamil, or Muslim. For who is allowed to be a victim?
Who decides what is truth?
Academicians and journalists typically have strong views on what is truth, who should be victims, and so are shocked when the electoral process unfolds a worldview quite contrary to their own. As words like post-truth and alternative-facts emerge after the US presidential elections, truth has clearly become a territory. And it is evident the world is being divided into two groups, each one accusing the other of propagating falsehood, or should we say myth-making. Underlying this accusation is the rather contentious word, truth.
In my work as a mythologist, the idea of truth has always fascinated me. For this word is a religious concept, not a scientific one. In science, there is no truth, there are only measurable and verifiable objective facts that inform knowledge. Facts are always located outside the human mind, untainted by human perception, hence the value placed on measuring instruments and the disdain for subjectivity. As more facts are gathered, knowledge expands. And since the universe is infinite, a good scientist knows that all knowledge is incomplete, valid only in a certain frame of reference, and based on certain assumptions. In fact, new facts can render old facts, and old knowledge, invalid. We are constantly learning.
The words “knowledge” and “truth” are used interchangeably. But knowledge is fluid and truth is seen as fixed. Initially, the source of truth was the mother who gave birth and nurtured the child. Then it was the alpha male who provided for the family. Then the leader behind whom the tribe rallied itself to ensure survival, then the shaman whose visions located truth outside humanity in something supernatural. The shaman became the priest who legitimised the king’s rule, by making him the representative of the supernatural on earth. But then came the philosopher, who rejected the mystical visions, and the supernatural, and saw reason as the source of all understanding.
The scientist eventually replaced the philosopher. Scientists gave greater value to measurable facts than rationality, for clever people can rationalise anything. Facts work well in the realm of material sciences, but not in the realm of social sciences (politics, economics), which is why social sciences are no longer referred to as sciences but as the humanities. Today, technocrats are replacing the scientist. We are being told that artificial intelligence will solve our problems, as a machine is far more objective than any human can be. The politician, activist, priest, shaman is fighting back.
How did truth become singular?
The idea of truth as something singular and definitive can be traced to Middle Eastern tribes, and to urbanisation in Egypt and Mesopotamia. As multiple tribes with multiple gods and multiple customs sought shelter in crowded cities, the most efficient way to regulate them was with one law coming from one god. To make this happen, the chief god of a tribe taking shelter had to submit to the chief god of the tribe who controlled the city. Thus in early cities, while every clan or tribe or community or group had their own god, there was a main dominant alpha city god. Later, to avoid quarrels, only one god was allowed to exist, and his customs and beliefs were allowed to prevail. Thus polytheism gave way to monotheism, to create an efficient society.
Secular societies may have abandoned god but not truth. To create efficient urban spaces, secular societies see the value of getting everyone to align to one truth. This truth is not supernatural – it is of people, by people, for people. It is democratic and common truth.
But what if different people want different things in the same city?
This is most obvious in Singapore, which though controlled by the dominant Chinese community, plays down Confucian culture behind the steel-glass façade of financial secularism. People are expected to merge into the system, abandoning individuality, focussing on stability and efficiency, like bees in a beehive collecting honey, restricting all cultural activities to carefully regulated spaces. But Confucian secularism, which works so well in the financial world, is being threatened by Christian radicalism that encroaches into the private world. Though highly westernised and developed, Singapore is uncomfortable with LGBTQ rights, as Jesus allegedly forbids it. Of course, this is not presented as religious dogma, it is marketed as traditional cultural values.
When truth becomes singular and definitive, truth invariably becomes territory – a battlefield. The warriors here are not just religious radicals, but also politicians fighting to make India or America or Britain great again, and of course, academicians and activists and journalists, armed with facts.
Why can’t truth be plural?
In the last few years, diversity has reared its ugly head. The doctrine of equality is increasingly seen as malevolently homogenising. We want everyone to move from a developing economy to a developed economy: we want Mumbai to be Shanghai, and Shanghai to be New York. But when an aboriginal tribe resists this idea and points to its grotesque nature, we wonder: can there be development without cutting down those trees of that sacred mountain, or mining those hills where ancestors reside, or polluting the river which is the goddess? Whose view should prevail? Surely there is one truth. Or is there?
Take the case of Islam. Does Islam mean the religion of submission, or the religion of peace? Can submission lead to peace? Of course, it can. It does. Can the two meanings co-exist? Of course, they can. But what motivates people to choose one translation over the other. It is often politics. For embedded in meaning is power. The word “submission” carries the connotation of Islam as a dominating religion. The word “peace” grants Islam nobility. Whose view should matter, the insiders or the outsiders? Can there be an objective academic view of religion that is purely ontological (devoid of subjectivity)?
Take the case of Hinduism and India. A large number of scholars, often seeking grants from European and American universities, and validation from Western institutions, write tomes informing us that Hinduism and India did not exist before the modern era, and that these are unifying constructions of colonial and post-colonial forces. This confuses the average Hindu who has spent all his life performing the ancient sankalpa ritual before any ceremony, which continuously refers to ancient India as Jambudvipa, Bharata, and Aryavarta. Surely, the idea of India predates colonialism. But when they speak up and share the transmitted cultural memory they are contemptuously silenced as upper caste Hindu supremacists. Why can’t the two views coexist?
Take the word mythology. In the 19th century, European Orientalists used it to mean false faiths. They used the word to describe polytheistic faiths (Greek, Roman) to distinguish them from monotheistic faiths (Christianity, especially).
Mythology was defined as falsehood, monotheism was equated with religion and study of God (singular and definitive) became theology, distinguishing it from mythology.
In the 20th century, as rationality made atheism the dominant discourse, religions were put on the backfoot with monotheism, religion and theology also being classified as mythology, which is now defined as subjective truth of a community expressed through stories, symbols and rituals.
However, by this definition, in the 21st century, even ideology – the faith of atheists, born of reason, materialism and measurement – is just another mythology, without god.
This is problematic. We cannot accept that justice and equality and human rights are just human assumptions, at best aspirations, hardly real or rational, that manifest only when believed in, like any god or goddess. As realisation dawns, the rationalist, the secularist, the atheist – ever eager to give up gods – stakes a claim to the truth, and finds himself contending with traditionalists, supremacists, scientists and shamans.
Looking at truth quantitatively
Hindu ideas challenge all conventional dominant notions of justice and equality, confounding the Western scholar, who takes refuge in reducing Hinduism to casteism, feudalism and Brahminism.
The thought that distinguishes Indian philosophy is the idea of infinity (ananta). Infinite space, infinite time, infinite matter, infinite forms. The world is infinite. Infinite things constitute it. It goes through infinite transformations. It is perceived by infinite beings. Each being can perceive it in potentially infinite ways. So truth is infinite. And because truth is infinite it cannot be fixed, made singular or definitive. It always exists in context.
This framework can accommodate multiple truths and so Hinduism can be simultaneously polytheistic, monotheistic and atheistic. It is what makes Hinduism so difficult to define.
So while in English the words “satya” and “mithya” were translated as “truth” and “falsehood” using a 19th century understanding, today we realise that the more appropriate meanings for these words would be “limitless” and “limited truths”. One who has access to limitless truth is bhagavan, a title given to the Buddha, to the great tirthankaras of the Jain faith, and to god in the Hindu faith.
This paradigm is excluded from global conversations, and is dismissed as exotic by Western discourse that seeks centre stage as well as complete territorial control on what truth should be. Yet, it offers a way out from the combative and confrontational nature of world politics today.
It allows for mutual respect for alternate truths, and alternate facts, that is held in contempt by intellectuals today. Different people do see the world differently today, and that is okay.
The same Quran can be read differently in different parts of the world, and Wahhabism is just one form of Islam that seeks to dominate. And simply because it seeks to dominate does not make it valid or invalid. It needs to exist in relationship with other views on Islam. Just as casteist Hinduism will always exist but will be contained by other forms of Hinduism that are agnostic about caste. Confucian secularism must coexist with radical Christianity if Singapore has to thrive. It is not about either/or in the new world order. It is about and. If we want to believe in a diverse world, we have to make room for diversity, and diverse views. Keeping alternate views out of universities, or gagging them in press, is certainly not the way forward.
Excerpted from an article that originally appeared in Scroll.in

American Presidents and Journalists ... Times Of India

Not un-presidented: When Donald Trump dissed journalists, he wasn’t the first US president to do so

February 20, 2017, 2:00 AM IST  in Ruminations | Edit PageWorld | TOI Link- http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/ruminations/not-un-presidented-when-donald-trump-dissed-journalists-he-wasnt-the-first-us-president-to-do-so/
Many American politicians, including presidents, have had a tortured relationship with the country’s press going back to the Founding Fathers. Thomas Jefferson felt “advertisements are the most truthful part of a newspaper”, and observed sourly that “truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle”. Franklin Roosevelt is said to have once admonished an irksome reporter by giving him a dunce cap and ordering him to sit in a corner, while Lyndon Johnson thought that a man becoming a newspaper reporter “is evidence of some flaw of character”.
“An editor is one who separates the wheat from the chaff and prints the chaff,” Adlai Stevenson, sometimes described as the best president America never had, scoffed breezily. Some years later, the country’s disgraced vice-president and President Nixon’s political hitman Spiro Agnew called scribes “the nattering nabobs of negativism” for their propensity to dispense gloom and doom although they were only shining a light into the duo’s dark deeds.
You get the drift? Long before Donald Trump came on the scene, the press and American pols have had a peevish and prickly relationship.
What the press thinks of politicians would fill tomes, but the fact that US presidents are elected seems to give them the license to treat journalists as whipping boys, which no one has done quite with the same contempt and severity as Trump. Still, as Oscar Wilde recorded for posterity, “In America the president reigns for four (or eight) years … journalism governs for ever and ever.” So, unless Trump plans to change the rules of the game, there can be only one victor in this unnecessary scrap that has gone from bad to ugly.
In the Department of Self-Deprecation, a politician cannot hold a candle to the journalist, and American scribes are particularly self-effacing. The humorist-parodyist Dave Barry echoed this when he sneered that “If you’re not part of the solution, you’re a newspaper columnist.” The greatest strength of journalism is not just self-disparagement but also its survivability, in one form or another, and to dust itself off from scorn and insults and get on with its imperfect work.
Which is why, for all his skepticism of the media, Jefferson echoed Voltaire’s capacious support to a critic whose writing he detested, but for whose freedom to write he would give his life. “Were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers without a government, i should not hesitate a moment to prefer the latter,” said the nation’s third president, adding, “Our liberty depends on the freedom of the press, and that cannot be limited without being lost.” Tremendous words!

Friday, March 3, 2017

Why doctors need humanities:- Times Of India

Why doctors need humanities: Including it in medical education is the best way to bring back humanism to the profession

February 28, 2017, 2:12 AM IST  in TOI Edit Page | Edit PageIndia | TOI  Link- http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/toi-edit-page/why-doctors-need-humanities-including-it-in-medical-education-is-the-best-way-to-bring-back-humanism-to-the-profession/
Medicine is defined as the art and science of healing. Today globally, science has largely overridden the art part of healing. In India, entrance to medical schools is based entirely on tests based on scientific facts and concepts with a little of logical/critical thinking – areas handled by the left side of the brain.
Our medical curriculum requires hours of drudgery in trying to remember facts and figures. Almost no medical school in India lays any emphasis on art in medical curriculum. The right side of the brain is concerned with fine arts including imagery, poetry and drawing. As someone said “medical school attracts those who are of left brain, but then proceeds to atrophy what is left of their right brain”.
Unlike physics or chemistry, medicine is not a pure science. Medicine is largely an applied science and it requires certain skills that are developed by observation, practice and experience – similar to the arts more than science. It can be said that medicine is science when it is used to study disease but becomes an art when it is used to practice healing.
While medicine has a long and distinguished history of caring and comforting, the scientific basis of medicine is recent. That medicine is a science is nevertheless the popular belief, and this has been reinforced by the advent of ‘evidence-based medicine’. Scientific truths are not true for all times, unlike truths in the field of the arts. In art there is no right or wrong but only a perspective or a point of view, whereas in medicine one being right or wrong is life determining.
Ideas on causation, diagnosis and management of diseases change with passage of time and advent of new technology or understanding. Even in a given time, one medical practitioner may have a genuinely different opinion of diagnosis and treatment about a particular case with respect to another colleague based on his or her experience and expertise.
With progress of science and its application, there has been a rapid decline in the human element of health care provision. The current technological advances have worsened this divide. The art of clinical medicine is dying in the present set-up with high-tech gadgets. The recent upsurge of doctors being abused and manhandled especially in casualties and emergencies is a consequence of this.
This is occurring not because of their lack of scientific knowledge but is related to their insensitive behaviour which emanates from their ignorance as well as inability to handle the emotional distress of sick individuals and their near and dear ones. Doctors should not allow scientific medicine to blunt their humanity, ignore ethics and the need for empathy.
A typical consultation today is of less than ten minutes and consists of a few cursory questions followed by a long list of investigations and medicines to be taken with poor explanation of whys and hows. Genuine doctor-patient relationships do not exist any longer. In early seventies, when the Framingham Heart study in United States subjects were being recruited through their doctors, most of them opined that while their own physician was a good one, others were no good – clearly an impossible phenomenon! Today in India even that is unlikely. Doctor-patient trust is at its lowest and doctor shopping is blatantly practised.
All doctor-patient interactions, whether these are in a hospital or in the community, require a caring attitude from the doctor coupled with communication. Today science has given doctors far more ammunition than ever before to fight disease, but the repeated bombarding has made them deafer than ever and they can no longer hear the cries of their patients. A good clinician is one who is armed with scientific knowledge, practices using clinical judgment, compassion and understanding.
In India, we need to reverse the pendulum that has swung fully to the science from the art side in medicine. An infusion of arts in medical education might be the solution to this all pervasive deafness of medical professionals. Many medical educationists have argued that art and literature should have a place in the medical curriculum because art helps doctors to understand experiences, illness and human values and that art itself can fulfill a therapeutic role.
This kind of education can help doctors grapple with the kinds of existential questions that they expect their patients to answer and that they themselves may not be equipped to answer. All medical colleges usually have a cinema and literary club. They do little to promote either cinema or literature. There is a need to go beyond these tokenisms and aim for some structural changes in medical education in India.
It is time the Medical Council of India or its newer avatar considers inclusion of arts in the medical curriculum from first year itself. The importance of humanities in medical education is being realised across the globe and steps are being taken to introduce it in medical schools. India should not be left behind.
Today patients in India are being squeezed between incompetence on one side (thanks to a floundering medical education industry) and corruption on the other (thanks to a commission culture set up by drug and investigative industry); and from the top by arrogance of medical professionals. Instilling empathy among medical practitioners may be the best way to start addressing all these malpractices jointly.