Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Of freedom and capitivity

What does a zoo mean to an animal? Is it a place where life is safe and easy? Or a situation of imposed captivity and a loss of freedom?

Animals are free to roam across the land in the wild. They can do whatever they want – the essence of freedom. That also means fending for oneself. The search for food, water and shelter therefore becomes essential for a free animal. It also means facing the vagaries of nature and avoiding the claws of predators (that range from other animals to the most dreadful one – the man).

Man, the predator, also runs zoological parks (aka zoo). Initially Zoos were a display of 'living objects of wonder'.  Later, for moral reasons, their existence was justified as a place that helps in studying and breeding animals. Presently they don an even more benevolent mantle to justify their existence as a place to 'preserve' other species. However, 'What or who is responsible for bringing certain species to the brink of extinction (that now justifies their capture, confinement and even forced mating in zoos)', brings us back to square one. We devastate habitats, interfere with others freedom and then capture and put them in cages (or other  defined areas) to prevent them from getting extinct. Unfortunately, even this act of valor reeks of greed. We save whatever little is left of the others because they may be or actually are of some use to us, somehow.

I must say though that animals are mostly treated 'reasonably' well in zoos nowadays. They get food, water (implying that they don't have to hunt or search and risk their life) and shelter. Even their health is taken care of by the veterinary doctors at the zoo. Heaters and coolers are provided in the cages, as per the season to maintain a comfortable temperature, for those considered upper caste (read: more important). It is a reasonably luxurious life that many third world citizens may even be envious of and may never achieve in their lifetime. Still, would an animal want to live in a zoo? What will we choose, luxury or freedom, if we are in their place? Whatever the answer, almost all of us are anyway living a caged existence. The only difference between us and the animals is that they realize they are caged but, we mostly do not.

We see the animals confined within their cages and infer that we are free because we are ‘outside’ the cage. But, if someone watches us from beyond the earth, would they not find us equally confined by actual boundaries, fences, gates and grills beside the abstract and conceptual notions of race, religion, class etc. etc.? What makes it difficult for us to understand this captivity is the paradox of finding comfort (that comes from familiarity and charted paths) in a confined space. The sense of comfort and ease that we get from the social structures (both physical and conceptual) is exactly the same that is used to justify the confinement of animals, especially those that are born in a zoo or captivity. For example, what will we do to quench thirst within the confines of say, our home or school or workplace? The ease of knowing these space guides us to the nearest refrigerator, water cooler or a tap, without thinking twice. We don't have to worry about where it comes from and how it reaches the tap or it's drink-worthiness, because that is the 'given comfort' - a part of the structural confinement (both cognitive and physical) by a social system, that we accept in lieu of our freedom.

In contrast, a wanderer in a forest will have to think, deduce and figure out where water is most likely to be and then work his / her way to the source. The risk of failure being way bigger, the wanderer however has his freedom to rejoice and explore life. 

An animal born in a zoo can not know freedom, unless it steps out and manages to escape the brutality of the civilized structures, the numerous cages and the people who justify and control it.

(This is the unedited piece that was written originally for my weekly column 'Sacred Bull' in Financial Chronicle Newspaper.  Edited version was published on Oct 17, 2013)

Sunday, February 24, 2013

If I were you...

Can you hear my scream?
I may not come from the same clan
But I feel the pain
And use my throat to let out my cries
When you come charging at me
With your swords and daggers
Just like you would
If I were you.

Parvez  Imam
(Published in Financial Chronicle in march 2013)

Monday, February 4, 2013

Horses must be tamed!

Some cheat on a partner.
Some on a little child.
Some on their own selves.
And some are too beguiled.

The world just carries on
Even when it is torn
To shreds as petty properties
That someone else will own
While someone else will die
In some patriotic fight
And valor is rewarded
By those who sit on bribes
And drink from crystal glasses
That shine of blood and sweat
Of all those godforsaken souls
Who tread the beaten tracks.

The horses must be tamed!
For, blinded they can gain
A fortune for their masters
And their sacred, holy claims.
Question not what we give you?
You give yourself to us
“Work is worship” get that chant
Do not create a fuss.
This life, it is but just a test
The real one lies ahead
Way beyond the seven seas
And seven mountain crests.
Where you shall meet the king of kings
And live in luxury
But for that dream to be, you must
First burn in penury.
And lose yourself in the turns and twists
That this story has
About the nether world of god
And all that snazzy jazz.

Till you question, doubt and search
We cannot take you in
But once you submit soullessly,
You are accepted, kin.

So be prepared to sacrifice
Even if we play dice
Give up your wealth, do not look back
Just hail the lord and hit the sack
Those blisters aren’t anything -
An illusion.  So, for the lord, you sing
A happy tune as he rests upon
The feather bed, with his diamond rings
While muses dance to take away
His pain, after a hard, long day.


And you my friend, this is your test
Burnt, hard bread and a heavy head
The scorns, your needs and miseries,
Vanishing wealth and buckling knees
But hail the lord. Just hail the lord!
Inhale the love. Play a happy chord
He’s watching you. He’s testing you.
And after death you shall attain
That coveted place in heaven.
And we shall take upon your wealth
And let our coffers overflow
With sweat and blood that you must drip
Magic, for our modest growth.

And oh, those angels love you so
On either shoulders perched so low
Feather-light yet heavyweight
With morals, pushing you below.
The fairies dance all over you
They love you but won’t interfere
Your miseries are for you to bear
If heaven you must dare.

So in the end what do you learn?
Morality or religious fun?
Someone once said somewhere, somehow,
“Morality makes you do what’s right
No matter what you are told.
Religion is doing what you are told
No matter what is right.”
But right and wrong are relative
Like scales of two dissimilar songs.
Whichever you choose, is yours to sing
And hold the tune along.

But think about those pictures grey
That keep you tied, always at bay.
And the pride, that you have buried deep
Somewhere beneath some little creep.

Parvez imam
(Published in Feb 2012 in Financial Chronicle)