• The other side of paradise

    “The danger is watching for us when we forget that gravity is always
    present as the antipolarity of lightness”

    Appel Guéry

    And so, in this country which seems alldedicated to the divine adoration, how this subterraneous force which is always acting in the background, in antipole to the desire of elevation  manifests itself and spreads ? The hell of the scenery one should say… The underside of the spiritual unification life isn’t it the war of religions ? Those ones have only had very short cease-fires, the radicalism of the religious communities being the germ of unremitting violences between muslims, hindus, sikhs, etc..

    By instance, during a recrudescence of the conflicts between muslims and hindus, the call of the muslim League to the « Day of direct action » of the 16 of august 1946 made 10 000 deads in Calcutta. During the separation of the Penjab between Pakistan and India, the carnage was total : before the Independance, the population of Lahore was counting 500 000 hindus and 100 000sikhs. When the conflict was appeased, only one thousand of hindus and sikhs was remaining. At this period one evaluates over a half-million people slaughtered during their travellings on their way, because of their religion, to their haven land, India or future Bangladesh.

    In 1995 the recrudescence of religious violence in the north of India caused the fires of sanctuaries and of one thousand houses. Agressions against tourists increased, causing murders and kidnappings.

    In 1999, after a short truce, war starts again between muslims and hindus in Cashmere.

    « In the sky and in the sea, even in the rock of mountains, there is no place where man can escape death »


    But the undersides of paradise are not made only of wars, but also of misery. A priest was saying recently that if there was not so much poverty in India, there would not be so much religious fervor and so many temples.

    The deprivation in which a majority of indians is living is extreme. 90% of the money is being hold by only  about ten indian families.

    Misery,  is also the fate of the women burned alive by their family-in-law (often covered by gasoline when they are cooking at their stove, all becoming an alleged accident), in order to recuperate the dowry.

    It’s also the women who , working nine hours a day in the fields, do not even obtain enough  salary to buy rice for a living.

    Misery is the thousands of orphans who live and die in the streets of the big cities, it is  prostitution and Aids which spreads out.

    Misery is also the life of the  beings who live on the Begali islands, in front of the Gange strait and whose Claudine Vernier-Pailliez makes the description in an article published ithe daily newspaper Paris-Match around 1999 :

    « There is hardly in the world a population more abandonned than the one of the pariahs of the Sundarban islands. They dwell in straw huts regularly swallowed up by floods, swept by cyclones and tsunamis, set on some meters away of the water surface on a salty land which gives a  meager  harvest  of rice once a year, sometimes less. In the Bengali Gulf, in the offing of the Gange Delta, the larger delta of the planet, the more baneful too, where the river  is fractionated in thousands  of arms, are the Sundarbans where the amphibians trees grow, the mangroves, where the tigers feed themselves with fish and human flesh and where no one  ever goes  because here it is told to be the gut of hell.”
    The day we took a barge to cross the river, we have passed a dead who was brought away on the other bank, badly wrapped in an old jute bag, with a face cut into bits, with open eyes. It was a fisherman.He was leaving on his rowboat to sell at the market, for some rupees, the three shrimps he just had fished , and could not afford keeping for himself, when a tiger appeared on the water surface and caught him on the deck.
    The animal had located him in the forest and followed him since two days.The Sundarbans tigers never attack by front, but always by behind. They observe their prey, wait, crouching in the grass and fall upon them when they are the most vulnerable, when they turn their backs.
    One does not know the reason of their taste for the human flesh. No doubt because of the price of the wood used by the inhabitants of the Sundarbans to incinerate the deads. It’s so expensive that they do not entirely burn the bodies and throw the remnants of the half calcinated  bodies  away in the river.