Showing posts with label India. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India. Show all posts

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Bookmarked: Rebel Queen, an unknown sikh queen's heroic tale



This is not a blog post. There are time when I come across articles over the net while I am looking for something else, don't have time to delve into the topic as much as I want to and then later when I want to go back to it; I cant find the relevant link.
Here's a story of a woman that I would want to get into by firstly getting my hands onto the documentary which I haven't been able to with my short search. Here's the article I came across.

Rebel Queen – a thorn in the crown

The film Rebel Queen tells the remarkable story of the last Sikh ruler of Lahore – a fearless Maharani who waged two wars against British rule in India. She is an inspiring figure for young Asian women today

Herpreet Kaur Grewal
The Guardian, Friday 31 December 2010


An Indian woman wearing a crinoline over her traditional clothes, and emeralds and pearls under her bonnet, walks in Kensington Gardens in 1861. She is the last Sikh queen of Lahore, the capital of the Punjab empire, and her name is Jindan Kaur. She died two years later, in 1863, and was buried in west London.


Maharani Jindan Kaur's life – much of which was spent raging against the British empire for cheating her out of the Punjab, then a vast country stretching from the Khyber Pass to Kashmir – is the subject of a film called Rebel Queen, which premiered at New York's International Sikh film festival and is set to be shown in the UK in February.


Her revolt began when her husband, the last Maharaja of the Punjab, died of a stroke in 1839 and the British tried to wrest the kingdom from the heir to the throne, her infant son, Duleep Singh. During her rule as regent, Jindan waged two disastrous wars against the British that led to the annexation of the Punjab. She may have made huge strategic errors due to her military inexperience and young age (she was in her early 20s), but Jindan was a fierce ruler. British historian Peter Bance describes her as a "very gutsy woman". "She stood her ground against the British . . . she actively took charge of the Punjab."


Professor Nikky-Guninder Kaur Singh of Colby College, Maine, US, says: "She was remarkable in how she discarded sati and purdah, dominant at the time, and led the courts, had meetings with chief ministers and the armies. All of them were taking her counsel."


Christy Campbell, author of The Maharajah's Box, a book about the Maharani's son, Duleep, says Jindan was "one of the most remarkable characters of 19th-century history, let alone Indian or Sikh history". This is despite the fact that much of what is known about her is "through the words of the British, who regarded her as a threat to their power in Indiaand therefore did their best to make her reputation as bad as possible".


The Maharani was described as "a serious obstacle" to British rule in India. They launched a smear campaign to discredit her, painting her as the "Messalina of the Punjab", a seductress too rebellious to be controlled. She refused to co-operate and the British saw that her influence on Duleep could lead to an uprising among the Punjabi people. They decided to separate mother and son.


Nine-year-old Duleep was taken to England where he converted to Christianity, living the life of a typical English gentleman, with Queen Victoria among his friends. The Maharani Jindan, however, was dragged from the court of Lahore by her hair and thrown into the fortress of Sheikhupura and then Chunar Fort in Uttar Pradesh.


After being imprisoned, she disguised herself as a servant and escaped the fort. She travelled through 800 miles of forest to reach sanctuary in Nepal, where she wrote a letter boasting to the British that she had escaped by "magic". She never regained the kingdom for her son. But they were reunited years later, which prompted the Maharajah to convert back to Sikhism, undoing the work of the British to "brainwash" him.


Her story encouraged American entrepreneur Bicky Singh to fund the production of Rebel Queen with around $25,000 (£15,500). Director Michael Singh, a California-based film-maker, says: "There's great drama and tragedy in her story. She was a heroic figure and was well-documented by the British. There are not a lot of documented women in Sikh history. [At the same time], her son corresponded with Queen Victoria, which makes the story more relevant to the casual viewer." According to Singh, Jindan is a symbol of indignation and injustice, but also of the failure of the Sikhs to retain their kingdom. "She has an iconic status," he says. "She was the last one to stand up to the British."


When I saw the film, I was struck by how little I knew about my heritage. Growing up in a Punjabi Sikh household in east London, I looked up to my hard-working and honest parents, but when it came to who I wanted to be, I built a composite from American girl detective Nancy Drew, TV FBI agent Dana Scully and Bruce Springsteen. All of these individuals pushed against barriers into a world of possibility, something I rarely found in my culture. But where were women like Jindan Kaur? Jindan was complex, cocky, clever, imperfect and tough, and she connected me to my ancestral past, something Nancy, Dana and Bruce could not. After watching Rebel Queen, I felt like a link to my past that had lain neglected had been rekindled.


Numerous south Asian female artists have documented the struggles of British Asian identity, including Gurinder Chadha, Meera Syal and Shazia Mirza. Struggles of displacement need to be documented, but there are not enough stories like Maharani Jindan's, about what had happened before my family had to grapple with being Asian in a white society. Was I supposed to start from my parents' immigration to England in the 1970s? Couldn't the example of Maharani Jindan give me the inspiration to make sense of my present day-to-day life?


In England, there is a prevalence of perceiving south Asian women in the context of "honour" killings, forced marriages, domestic violence and foeticide – all serious issues that need to continue to be fought against. We also have the Asian Women of Achievement awards, but those women do not always permeate the media, art or history books that young girls may be absorbing. In terms of what that leaves young British Punjabi Sikh or south Asian girls as role models, it is not exactly aspirational.


Artists Rabindra and Amrit Singh say: "We definitely need to . . . counter the negative stereotyping that so many of us grew up with . . . [This will come] from a better knowledge and pride in who we are, which involves looking to the exemplary, too often hidden figures in our history."


There are other inspirational heroines about whom there is little research. Mai Bhago was a devout warrior saint in the army of Sikhism's 10th prophet, Guru Gobind Singh Ji, in the 1700s, who led men into battle. There is also Bibi Dalair Kaur who rallied 100 women Sikh soldiers to fight the Mughals in the 17th century.


Inspiring figures are not limited to Sikhism or Punjabis. In the early days of Islam, Ayesha (Aishah), the prophet Muhammed's wife, rode at the head of an army against Khalif Ali, whom she felt was usurping her late husband's authority. Later, Muslim writers such as Rokeya Hossain also emerged. She wrote a science-fiction story called Sultana's Dream in 1905, about a female utopia in Bangladesh where women dominate the public sphere.


Perhaps the most well-known female warrior in India is Lakshmibai of Jhansi, a hindu queen who also fought British rule. She was a firebrand, recognised in Indian history books, but became better known through the media. One can only hope the same will be said for Jindan Kaur.


http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2010/dec/31/rebel-queen-thorn-crown

There are so many forgotten hero(ines) of India who should have been in the history books that we read as kids!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Gypsy Bug

There has to be a bug called gypsy bug because I am pretty sure it has bit me. I realized it 10 years later when I finally had to settle down in one place, city and area. My dislike for the city that has now caged me within its premises, is an evidence of it. Short trips lasting for 7, 10, 15 days to new places - cities, states, countries do not quench the thirst of this bug. It can only be satisfied with stays that last longer than few months stretching to even years. It didn't happen by design but by chance.

Step by step I moved away from the permanency of my home, away from the warmth and security of my parents, sibling and ventured into the harsh cold and testing world. I am not being judgmental in calling the world, harsh cold and testing; look back to when you were still in your teens and if you haven't stayed alone in a fast moving city then just try and imagine how it could be. Can you imagine the change of environment, culture and living conditions when you move from a 2nd tier city which can pass off as a town, in East India to directly the capital of the country?

But this piece is not to discuss the cultural shock or the adjustments that I went through due to the drastic change of living conditions. This piece is about my realization about the bug.

As I think about it now, I realize that this bug helped me gain the courage to move alone to different parts of the country and even abroad. With no guardian in Delhi, my parents had great difficulty letting me go and study, 1000s of km away from them. It also probably strengthened them, which is why they were not as worried when I moved for a year to the far far West.

With 4 years of living in the most unsafe city of India and then having vanished from sight for a year there were no doubts about my shift to West of India, for work. While my parents grew used to the away from home daughter, I settled down with a picture of my life as a wanderer. Most people grow weary of the thought of moving and not being able to settle in one place, I was fond of the very non-permanency and exposure to varied cultures and its people.

Today as I am finally settled in South-India, post blissful marriage I think atleast I have covered a full circle of the country; how many Indian women still, get the liberty of doing so alone and so young. I know many dream to settle in this hill-station like city that I now call home but my heart keeps thinking how will I ever spend more than 3-4 years in the same place? I have never done that in my entire young adult life! How does it feel knowing a city through and through, because I have never stayed long enough in one city to know it end to end.

My gypsy bug craves to settle in a new city, to observe a new culture, to hear a new language, to absorb a bit more of our diverse country. While others wish to settle, my gypsy bug keeps threatening me that this is the end of my learning about the people settled in different parts of India.

But I know how to keep my gypsy bug in control, it now has learnt to look at the world through those books lined up in the book shelf, reading the testimony of many gypsy minds like mine.


Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Book Review: City of Djinns


City of Djinns: A Year in DelhiCity of Djinns: A Year in Delhi by William Dalrymple
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

William Dalrymple is a gem of a writer, is my conclusion after reading his second book, City of Djinns. His dedication to the subject and the effort put in each book through research is remarkable. It is remarkable because even a common Indian like me didn't fail to gain new insights about the capital of my own country. There are few non-fictions which make me feel deeply attached to the story-teller/telling. Dalrymple beautifully makes transitions between the story of his personal experience and the nation's history which makes you cling to the book.

There are these small hidden facts and thoughts which bedazzle the reader. One such case for me was the fact highlighted by a character who was interviewed by the author. "Whoever has built a new city in Delhi has always lost it:the Pandava brethren, Prithviraj Chauhan, Feroz Shah Tughluk, Shah Jehan. They built new cities and they lost them." British were no exception.What is notable for most seizes across the world, stands true for India as well, that all conquests and rulers have gone through the bell-curve. Dalrymple spends majority of his time investigating and remembering the period after Delhi became susceptible to invasions. A large portion of the book delves into the Mughal and the British conquest of India. The reader who is aware of the Indian history will get curious about India before the foreign raids and that Dalrymple says is not so documented except the holy books which are still in the hearts and the minds of modern India, Mahabharata and within it Bhagvad Gita. I wish he had uncovered more of the pre-conquest period as I realize India as generally said was not under foreign rule only for 200 years. India had been susceptible to foreign conquest and rule since 1192, the time when the last Hindu ruler was vacated from modern India's capital.

With this, my curiosity to read more of Dalrymple is retained as another book of his, Nine Lives waits in my shelf.

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Saturday, May 1, 2010

Isn't gender Equality a Reality?

I am the daughter of a bengali mother who dared to take mathematics (instead of arts, which was the trend among her peers) as a subject of honors in graduation, in the late 1970s. I am the progeny of a bengali engineer father who never differentiated between his son and daughter. I was made to believe from the early nineties of the 20th century that men and women are equal. But, here i stand a decade into the 21st century and a colleague tells me that the philosophy of gender equality is Utopia.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Where is Empathy?

Happy Holi to all reading my post. The festival of colours pretty unique to India is a much-awaited occassion for most youngsters and families.
During my school days this was the most exciting festival for me as well. Time to go crazy with loads of colours, freedom to wet friends with coloured water & loads of sweets from elders for putting a bit of colour on them.

But down the years the charm has slowly passed away. Why?

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Leaders across Public and Private

Ever since my introduction to the corporate world, I have been wondering or rather wanting to compare how running a private organisation is different from running a government. Some differences are evident, i.e. government has much bigger targets especially when it comes to running a nation as large as India. Also, here the stakeholders are the citizens of the nation & since lives are moulded by government's decisions the responsibility of the ones running a government are higher than one running a private holding. (Not saying that the ones with responsibility always live up to it or are more talented)

The fact that there is a lot of resemblance in the act of governance and running a business, became further clear, when I read about Nandan Nilekani being offered the role of chairman in the Unique Identity Authority of India. Creating unique identity for each and every citizen of a 1.14bn+ population is not only ambitious but one of the biggest challenges. Ofcourse, once the challenge is attained, hopefully governments will be able to address a number of loopholes existing in various systems & sectors.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Questions posed on a rainy day!

"Monsoon is the best season in Mumbai" chirped a colleague on a rainy afternoon in July'08. I was just a month old in the city and had seen no other season but monsoon. Truthfully speaking I wasn't enjoying it one bit. Too much mud, water and mess due to rains is all I had in mind.
July'09 I updated my status in network "Love for monsoons is infectious". My non-Mumbaiya friends inquired whats so infectious about it? I harped the same old reason my colleague had given. The weather is coolest during this time of the year and I am simply loving it. Plus, I added my new place on the 11th floor gives me a magnificent view of the rains across the nearby mountains and the inlet of the sea. Secretly, though I am not quite all happy about the rains in Mumbai. Am not saying that the rain gods should shower less in Mumbai.