THE GLOBAL ARMS BUISNESS...
“I have seen how easy it is for nuclear contamination to occur, and how hard it is to clean it up…. Do nations possess nuclear, chemical and biological weapons because of fear of attack from some other nation, or is it mainly because without them the stronger cannot otherwise exploit the weaker?”
These words of Dr. Andreas Toupadakis( former Research Scientist of Los Alamos and Lawrence Livermore National Laboratories ) truly reveal the jeopardy of international security. Trafficking, trade, globalization, and corruption whatever the means, the sale of arms around the globe has lubricated, making them almost ubiquitous.
Procuring arms has become a child’s play. Now other than a Harry potter book, $15 can also fetch an AK-47. No cash? Don’t worry; we have an M-16 available in lieu for 6 cows (offer valid for residents of Somalia, Ethopia and Kenya).Technology has also catalysed the sail of arms. Cell phones and the Internet allow people to easily conduct business around the world. Even small rebel groups in remote areas can buy weapons from people in Europe, Asia or the Americas. The black market, which facilitates illicit trade, contributes 80% to arms trafficking.
Nations that feel threatened increase arms purchase and spending to improve their defensive capabilities, consequently neighbouring countries often feel the need to keep up,” just in case”.
Many nations around the world today possess, or have the means to procure, weapons of mass destruction. They may be nuclear, chemical, biological or other types of weapons.
Global trends reveal that developing nations are the top recipients although the 5 permanent members of the UN Security Council (US, Russia, France, United Kingdom and China), together with Germany and Italy account for over 80% of the arms sold between 2000 and 2007.
As the more powerful countries show less commitment to reducing their own arms substantially and continue to pursue their own “national interests”. The consequence of this lies in the killing of at least 500,000 people across the world, each year. Of the four million war-related deaths in the 1990s, 90 percent were civilians and over 80 percent were women and children, mostly due to the misuse of small arms and light weapons.
Arms are but a cornerstone of suffering and poverty. Concrete and joint efforts made by the UN and other nations should aim at efficient disarmament of potentially harmful and destructive groups.
In the words of Andre Gide,” It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace.”
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Saturday, December 27, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
To my son,the terrorist
A love letter to a terrorist,one of the most beautiful articles I have come across..
Does a mother have to write a letter to her son through the newspapers? But then, does a mother who hasn’t seen her son in eight years, have to see his photograph splashed on TV? Does her heart leap at first flash, her mind a rush of all the possible causes of claim to such prime-time fame? And where does she hide when the answer follows immediately after? They say, ‘Don’t show pictures of those killed and mutilated in a blast because the family would go into shock to get such terrible news from TV’. Are the parents of the suspect not entitled to such courtesies? In our case, the cruelty is burdened with humiliation. It is as if every man, woman and child in the locality has rushed to the window to stare right through our door and bore holes into our very souls. How terrifying it is to open it to the police. How terrifying it is to open it at all. Answering the bell of the breadman and the milkman, stepping out for the bazaar — suddenly there is no such thing as routine in our lives. And to think we used to complain about our ordinariness. That television screen has become the symbol of our instantly changed life. It was the same one on which we watched our humdrum programmes, the one over which you were punished for sticking to instead of to your books. But not all that often, because you were, all in all, a good boy. We praised you for your quiet, self-contained ways. Should we have worried instead? Yes, the split second of that revelation changed everything. Hindsight is brutal; it stains everything. All that we had considered commendable — from your tech-wizardry to your religious devotion — has become a pointer to the coming doom. Even everything that we had considered innocuous all these years now seems like an ominous mask of what would happen. What has happened? The newspapers tell the world, day after day, that you are a mastermind. ‘Mastermind’ such an apparently admiring word with such a sinister subtext. In a sense, it reflects my own predicament. Outwardly, I stoutly defend your innocence, but my fears creep up as insidiously to confront me with the possibility of your guilt. I try to push these thoughts out of my mental frame. The police are notorious for arresting innocents, and then finding nothing to stick on them, aren’t they? The media is equally trigger-happy, isn’t it? Look at the way they present ‘evidence’, and pronounce judgment only to look even more red-faced than the police when it all falls apart. But that small voice inside me hammers against my head, ‘What if?’ Indeed, ‘What if?’ Zubeida, mother of that other so-called terrorist, Abdul Subhan Qureishi or Tauqir or whatever, appeared boldly on TV some weeks ago, threw back her burqa, and pronounced that if her son was indeed guilty he should be hanged right in front of her. Words, just words. I doubt if I would be able to make such a dramatic statement, and I know for certain that I would not be able to look at such a sight without flinching. Or look at all. Alas, Tikoo, being a mother isn’t only a Bollywood device. I don’t know how to condemn you, and I don’t know how to absolve you. I see you in the gruesome image of the young man with his arm torn off. Sometimes the face is yours. And sometimes the intact arm is yours, in the act of dropping a lethal bag into a dustbin. Or I see the photograph of another alleged terrorist spread-eagled in his own blood. And mine runs cold because I see you in him too. And I don’t know whether to wish you had died instead of killing us with this shame. Or to be thankful that you are alive, that whatever you may have done for whatever skewed crusade, it does not alter the fact that you are still our son. It is both our consolation and our tragedy that we might hate you, but we cannot stop loving you.
Yours, Mom
Does a mother have to write a letter to her son through the newspapers? But then, does a mother who hasn’t seen her son in eight years, have to see his photograph splashed on TV? Does her heart leap at first flash, her mind a rush of all the possible causes of claim to such prime-time fame? And where does she hide when the answer follows immediately after? They say, ‘Don’t show pictures of those killed and mutilated in a blast because the family would go into shock to get such terrible news from TV’. Are the parents of the suspect not entitled to such courtesies? In our case, the cruelty is burdened with humiliation. It is as if every man, woman and child in the locality has rushed to the window to stare right through our door and bore holes into our very souls. How terrifying it is to open it to the police. How terrifying it is to open it at all. Answering the bell of the breadman and the milkman, stepping out for the bazaar — suddenly there is no such thing as routine in our lives. And to think we used to complain about our ordinariness. That television screen has become the symbol of our instantly changed life. It was the same one on which we watched our humdrum programmes, the one over which you were punished for sticking to instead of to your books. But not all that often, because you were, all in all, a good boy. We praised you for your quiet, self-contained ways. Should we have worried instead? Yes, the split second of that revelation changed everything. Hindsight is brutal; it stains everything. All that we had considered commendable — from your tech-wizardry to your religious devotion — has become a pointer to the coming doom. Even everything that we had considered innocuous all these years now seems like an ominous mask of what would happen. What has happened? The newspapers tell the world, day after day, that you are a mastermind. ‘Mastermind’ such an apparently admiring word with such a sinister subtext. In a sense, it reflects my own predicament. Outwardly, I stoutly defend your innocence, but my fears creep up as insidiously to confront me with the possibility of your guilt. I try to push these thoughts out of my mental frame. The police are notorious for arresting innocents, and then finding nothing to stick on them, aren’t they? The media is equally trigger-happy, isn’t it? Look at the way they present ‘evidence’, and pronounce judgment only to look even more red-faced than the police when it all falls apart. But that small voice inside me hammers against my head, ‘What if?’ Indeed, ‘What if?’ Zubeida, mother of that other so-called terrorist, Abdul Subhan Qureishi or Tauqir or whatever, appeared boldly on TV some weeks ago, threw back her burqa, and pronounced that if her son was indeed guilty he should be hanged right in front of her. Words, just words. I doubt if I would be able to make such a dramatic statement, and I know for certain that I would not be able to look at such a sight without flinching. Or look at all. Alas, Tikoo, being a mother isn’t only a Bollywood device. I don’t know how to condemn you, and I don’t know how to absolve you. I see you in the gruesome image of the young man with his arm torn off. Sometimes the face is yours. And sometimes the intact arm is yours, in the act of dropping a lethal bag into a dustbin. Or I see the photograph of another alleged terrorist spread-eagled in his own blood. And mine runs cold because I see you in him too. And I don’t know whether to wish you had died instead of killing us with this shame. Or to be thankful that you are alive, that whatever you may have done for whatever skewed crusade, it does not alter the fact that you are still our son. It is both our consolation and our tragedy that we might hate you, but we cannot stop loving you.
Yours, Mom
Media bias
Day 1:
"It was the father",screamed the headlines of the daily journal." Cops make a breakthrough in murdercase...shocking revelation...Aarushi Talwar mudered by her father...Aarushi Talwar's gruesome murder by the hands of her father has left ... "
Day 2:
"News channels go overboard ... police made the sensational revelations about the Aarushi Talwar murder case.."
Day 3:
"Putting all rumors and speculations into rest, the Noida police finally arrested Arushi Talwar's father Dr. Rajesh Talwar. ..."
Day (god knows what):
"Rajesh Talwar was released from Jail after being wrongfully confined for 50 days after being.."
I wouldn't be surprised if these were quoted from a gossip magazine but its appaling to know that the media is behind this fickle natured ..um..what do they call it..ya.."news".
While crucial issues like global warming,education,employment occupy the later pages, sensational issues,invariably, are splashed on the front page.The news channel biggies escalate their TRPs by gainnig fodder from murder,rapes,riots,controversies..and as for the minor ones,they deserve a ticket to bollywood.
India being a developing nation with more than 50% of the population uneducated and living in rural areas ,has a long way to go.Many issues have to be tackled,many journeys to be scaled.Awareness,unity,integrity,understanding,inspiration,support,help,liberty,perseverance,grit,willpower..are some key elemnts to jolt india awake and turn dreams into reality.In today's fast paced and dog-eat-dog world news channels and newspapers prove to be vital sources about whats happening around you.By showing murder and related issues,the viewer is expected to be sensitized,not entertained.
True,some news channels conduct open discussions which include suggestions,advice and precautions about the concerned issue but its impact is dimnished with parallel programmes showing journalists reporting about haunted houses or asking amusing questions like,"you are a blast victim ,how are you feeling?".
I hate to quote,but some channels like IndiaTV,Live India,News X,Azad news and many more are busy discussing the daily soaps,celeb lifestyles,ways to scare off ghosts and other irrelevant,uneccessary and brain numbling issues.They unfortunately attract the attention of the people living in the rural areas and,I daresay are a bad influence.
In a nutshell,lets hope that in the future we experience more mature,useful and expedient stuff from the mass media.
"It was the father",screamed the headlines of the daily journal." Cops make a breakthrough in murdercase...shocking revelation...Aarushi Talwar mudered by her father...Aarushi Talwar's gruesome murder by the hands of her father has left ... "
Day 2:
"News channels go overboard ... police made the sensational revelations about the Aarushi Talwar murder case.."
Day 3:
"Putting all rumors and speculations into rest, the Noida police finally arrested Arushi Talwar's father Dr. Rajesh Talwar. ..."
Day (god knows what):
"Rajesh Talwar was released from Jail after being wrongfully confined for 50 days after being.."
I wouldn't be surprised if these were quoted from a gossip magazine but its appaling to know that the media is behind this fickle natured ..um..what do they call it..ya.."news".
While crucial issues like global warming,education,employment occupy the later pages, sensational issues,invariably, are splashed on the front page.The news channel biggies escalate their TRPs by gainnig fodder from murder,rapes,riots,controversies..and as for the minor ones,they deserve a ticket to bollywood.
India being a developing nation with more than 50% of the population uneducated and living in rural areas ,has a long way to go.Many issues have to be tackled,many journeys to be scaled.Awareness,unity,integrity,understanding,inspiration,support,help,liberty,perseverance,grit,willpower..are some key elemnts to jolt india awake and turn dreams into reality.In today's fast paced and dog-eat-dog world news channels and newspapers prove to be vital sources about whats happening around you.By showing murder and related issues,the viewer is expected to be sensitized,not entertained.
True,some news channels conduct open discussions which include suggestions,advice and precautions about the concerned issue but its impact is dimnished with parallel programmes showing journalists reporting about haunted houses or asking amusing questions like,"you are a blast victim ,how are you feeling?".
I hate to quote,but some channels like IndiaTV,Live India,News X,Azad news and many more are busy discussing the daily soaps,celeb lifestyles,ways to scare off ghosts and other irrelevant,uneccessary and brain numbling issues.They unfortunately attract the attention of the people living in the rural areas and,I daresay are a bad influence.
In a nutshell,lets hope that in the future we experience more mature,useful and expedient stuff from the mass media.
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