Tashi Wangdu, CEO of the Federation of Tibetan Cooperatives in India speaking to the IBN Live about the recent communal riots |
By Tashi
Personally it all began with a dream; I was riding a rickshaw on a deserted road, out of nowhere a medium black bear appears and begins his chase. I broke off from the slumber with a jerk but relieved to know it was mere a dream.
Personally it all began with a dream; I was riding a rickshaw on a deserted road, out of nowhere a medium black bear appears and begins his chase. I broke off from the slumber with a jerk but relieved to know it was mere a dream.
The next day swift off by a lot of mental debates, discussions and trip at
Maulik Bazaar for a burga, came away without one. I was pleasantly surprised to
find a road named 'Mcleod'. Does that ring something in you? A lovely muslim
lady's comforting smile alone took away half of my anxiety. The remaining of it
was dissolved during the trip-- witnessing Muslims engrossed in their own
routines and calls of life as I am in mine. I guess sometimes all we need
is a smile to bulldoze walls of divisions and restore our faith in each other
as human being. Or may be it was the rain. All I remember is coming away from
the area afloat; relishing the soft breeze on my face.
Call it mystery of thinking of creatures, we never settle on anything with
an unshakable cent percent solid faith. Do we? At least not me.
Apparently I did not want to miss last opportunity(if it is) to savour the
taste of Poochka from my favourite 'Pani puri stall'. On the way to
station, the dizzling drive through Vidyasagar Setu was ecstatic. I
carefully locked the beautiful and dewing view of the river noting that it
could be my last. I too imagined, lived and relived the anticipation of
an incident. Even mentally prepared few lines to challenge such; at the same
time doubting if such people will understand the logic of reason.
When we got off at Krishnarajapuram station, little apprehension that I
had, found at loss. Everyone on the station muslims or not were with families
waiting for a train to board or receive a dear one; least bothered if someone
with a chinky face ( although a friend joked that I might be spared since my
eyes are big for someone of our race) is present there among them or not. The
United Theological College is untouched by such rumours like all other places I
went. The stroll down at Bridgade road with two friends on Eid has been
interesting in many sense. Our little nervousness, gigglings, and sheer
presence were met by onlookers both with sugary curiosity and amazement. A muslim
shopkeeper spoke back in Tibetan. We all broke into a
A group of Tibetans at a mall
were met by another curious group. The later asked the former 'Aren't you all
not afraid?' Should we be? I still do not know. But my trip at Bangalore
at the peak of recent panic said: "No".
NOTE--Tashi
lives and works in Kolkata. The essay is about her trip to Bangalore
during the communal and ethnic rumor-mongering crisis in Bangalore and else in recent days.
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I remember that Tashi Wangdu la, CEO reacted, confronted and communicated the situation very well through out. Excellent leadership ability!
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