Sunday, August 5, 2012

Individualism and the Chinese Olympian

With the 2012 London Olympics in full swing, it is hard to miss articles like this one, exposing the brutality of Chinese athletic training.

As much as it disturbs me to see those pictures of young athletes being subject to what can easily be called torture, the context(s) attached to the pictures suggest a combination of government-supported mind-conditioning and inhuman treatment, which, though possible, seems quite presumptuous.      


To begin, a perspective on China: China is governed by a communist party that allows selective capitalism. While private enterprise exists, the all-pervading 'State' overrides all policy matters. On the one hand, this brings immense prosperity  to China, developing infrastructure at a breakneck speed. On the other hand,  it also cripples socio-economic mobility, since the government controls migration to cities, among other kinds of freedom. Everything is optimized to gain a macroeconomic advantage.

In this brutally utilitarian system, the idea of personal entitlement is unrealistic, and expressing any form of dissent is dangerous. People in China know this, and while many of them may not like it, they have, over generations, come to tolerate and even embrace it, catalyzed somewhat by the tremendous growth China has seen recently. The popular emotion in China is positive (similar to other fast-growing economies like India), even though the average standard of living does not quite match the western world just yet.


Consider, in today's day and age, the parents of these young Chinese athletes. They were born during or after Mao's Cultural Revolution, which valued class struggle over individual discourse; strength in numbers over free thinking. Like most parents, they wish the best for their child and the family as a whole. Compared to their own stagnant jobs, sports is a high risk venture, but also their only shot at glory in a fate otherwise in the hands of Beijing.

 It is entirely possible, then, that Chinese parents actually willed these  hardships for their kid, trusting him/her to fanatic coaches, hoping for one of the few achievements that remain individual in China: an olympic medal. The human cost of this large-scale selective training is admittedly immense, but that does not make the pursuit less lucrative, or its results less fulfilling.

Even outside China, such behavior in the lower to lower-middle classes is not unheard of, regardless of the political environment. In Soviet Russia, the pooling of math and science talent was widely practiced, separating the smartest students into special 'elite' groups - where most of the teaching and testing effort went (I am not aware if this practice still exists). Clearly, this pushes aside the 'right' of the remaining students to a quality education, while also diluting the competition among the majority. In India, a similar, albeit less deliberate system exists in higher education, where preparation for entrance tests to a few highly-selective schools (medical and technology majors) overwhelms students' pre- and post-high school life. Among the Gorkha ethnic group in Nepal, physical endurance is highly valued, with a majority of children conditioned towards a combat position in the armed forces. Creating and honing 'elite' groups is not always politically motivated. It can become a part of the culture itself, and with it come the characteristic 'sacrifices'.

Where do you draw the line between competition and outright inhumanity? The simple answer is - "wherever you think proper", respecting the individual's opinion. But individualism, widely taken for granted in the West, is a by-product of sustained human development and relative abundance. In the rest of the world, it is still a kind of privilege available only to the better off. To state simply: there is not, and has never been, that much place for individualism in world societies. It is only when people have enough for themselves that they begin to explore options regarding the more subtle choices in life such as : what do I want to be, what defines ME, what I believe in...etc. .

In all other cases, swearing allegiance to a group (a family/ethnicity/language/nation) is the best decision, since it entails collective security, and eventually shapes the public opinion itself. People in these groups, although clearly deficient in resources and rights, often score higher on pride and conviction. As for the children, they never make decisions for themselves, they simply grow to value what others around them value.

Now compare Mao's agrarian China to the West: the latter, in its formative years, had an abundance of resources: vast tracts of sparsely populated land west of the Atlantic and thriving colonial empires east of it, all of which made it easy to express and define individualism in the western world. The last generation in the United States that endured  considerable poverty  (by U.N. standards) was  the Great Depression generation of the 30's. In Europe and Japan, this generation was comparatively recent (late 40s, around WWII), but only slightly. Since then we have had the baby boomers and the reconstruction of Europe.   Over generations, not only has this near-continued prosperity (by third-world standards) justified a sense of entitlement (think, the Occupy movement) but has also skewed the perception of incentives under which the less-privileged 'world' operates, without possessing the  luxuries that the west today considers necessities.

It is no wonder, then, that China's training program appears barbaric in intention, rather than just in appearance. Who in their right minds can subject their own kids to such torture? "Obviously, they were either pressured by an evil government that does not care about its citizens, or they do not wish the best for their own children.", we say. However, it is perfectly possible that while the Chinese people will certainly like to have their own personal comforts, they do not really expect to get those from the government. They are perfectly committed (or maybe, resigned) to having their kid go through extreme torture if the ends justify the means, and of course, partly, due to lack of any greater aspirations. This is what drives them; this is what conditions them to honestly defend China's training policy. In the end, they are deriving great pride from this. This pride, of course, does not justify the 'brutality' as seen from a western viewpoint. But everywhere, citizens only grow to believe what they are repeatedly told from childhood. And it can be argued that China has cultivated the acceptance of conformist thinking much deeper in its citizens than the free world has of free thinking. 

Then there is the inevitable parallel being drawn between China and Soviet Germany. There is a very common (and often unsubstantiated) tendency to demonize institutions by comparing them  to Nazi/Soviet Germany, who participated in eugenics and genocide. Although there is no denying the evils of these totalitarian states, China's single-minded pursuit of sport superiority is benign in comparison. That China's athletes have been forced into a prison-esque situations and reared like horses against their wishes  in a manner identical to East German athletes is a strangely reassuring perception, because it provides consolation against the ongoing Olympic subordination. It also seems hypocritical, implying: "We will not stoop so low as those people, even if doing so gets us more medals. However, we still care about getting more medals than them."

This article does not suggest where to draw the line between competitive conditioning and inhuman torture.  It does, however, raise the possibility that China's success in sport arises not from a draconian administration, but from a clever management of incentives over several generations that makes Chinese society take pride in manufacturing Olympians, regardless of the individual costs involved. One is free to decide whether the correct term is 'managed incentives' or 'restricted opportunity', but this conditioning among children is not sustained by political will, but rather by social/peer pressure, unlike East Germany. Nor is it peculiar to China alone.       

     

Friday, March 23, 2012

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

And the Spirit carries on......

"Catastrophes make history. In the past 4 years Kharagpur has provided diverse tastes of making (and breaking) history ranging from bitter to sweet, to downright unpalatable. My present reflection, however, is all about yesterday.

We in Kgp have our own self -confessed Woodstock once a year, in the form of two events which are effectively the necessary stepping stones to a successful career (yes, it is almost a career) in a highly coveted performing art.. MUSIC. These events are somehow very indiscreetly named Eastern and Western Groups [hmmm, why not rings, cliques and fields] and during the past years have led to decisive turning points in the biggest competition of them all. The GC: General Championship. Seven teams of music gods and not-god-yets battle out relentlessly for two days trying to snatch those noble championship points. Lateral efforts are not spared too, as fancy lighting, excessive dramatization, showmanship, and poltu are used to complete effect. It is the most sacred stage a KGPian can play on.Period.

Now for the real thing. The last paragraph is a complete farce. Our attempts at understanding the sheer complexity (and lunacy) of a GC tussle falls miles short of target."

You'll notice that the above piece of text is in Quotes +italics. That's because I wrote it sometime back, when we couldn't finish in the top three in Inter Hall Eastern Groups a few days ago [Makes, sense. There is irony in the above]. It was a performance with a lot of heart, but with help from a couple of power failures and some rules pushed too far, we couldn't make a spot in the top three.

A lot has happened since then. We secured a Bronze in Inter Hall Western Groups today. This is also our third straight bronze in this event. Wow! 10 days worth of hard practice and I should be really happy about it..... But somehow, I read the quoted text again ( I had planned to post it sometime but never got it completed) and it seemed more apt than ever.

As far as I am concerned, I don't give a tinker's cuss about the GC. And I can say this because today I am not in a position that makes me vulnerable by saying that [this is an obvious reference to many dudes who are on the prowl these days for funda]. Trying to win the soc-cult GC is like throwing eggs into a dark room. Find the couch and your egg will survive. Find the concrete and it is over for good.

Find a qualified judge and you get what you deserve. Find a noob...and OUCH!

It is the blatant nonlinearity in the entire process of acquiring points in the GC that is so scary. Which reminds me of Stewie Griffin:
"You know Lois, our life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get....
YOUR life however, is a box of active grenades."


But, as the title says, the spirit carries on.. [which by the way is a very good song :)]

So we still toil and moil for..don't know what. I guess it is pleasure, the charm of performing together, the bonding that keeps up going. But there's not a lot besides that. The GC is a tool in the hands of people most of whom could not become particularly good at anything worth mentioning [of course forming the minority are the few who became good at everything, and I really respect them]. So this majority take it upon themselves to ensure everything else goes well. But I cannot blame them. That's their job. This is mine. In the end we are all going to be separated anyways. Who's gonna remember the GC?

Pick up a skill. Be a good leader. Excel in your muggai. Be a good sportsman. It's all in the game, as long as you do it for yourself...because your self is the only thing you'll carry out of this campus.

And I am sure the GC will take care of itself.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Innovative (and irritating) mail IDs

This post is dedicated to a strange phenomenon observable in a queer subclass of Orkut & Googletalk users. In an effort to send out a message, or for some other entirely crappy reason, these guys and girls often adapt incomprehensible and PJistic Gmail IDs. What's worse, some go to the extent of susbsituting their names with something that's hip-hot-happennin (or totally useless, of course).
Man is a social animal, but you'll agree that this soup of social networking becomes harder to understand the further you get from your teenage days. I mean, there was a time when you 'Orkutiyaed' for hours at a stretch, looking at arbit profiles of girls (and answered arbit friend requests if you ARE a girl). There was this time when you consolidated your friend list and boasted of 300+ friends, many of them you never even talked to. Worse. Many of them you did'nt even know.Especially the Brazilian ones.

But there is a limit to how deep can one go into this MAYAJAAL. Here's a sample of gmail id's and orkut names I have come across. I am not mentioning whose gmail IDs these are, because in most cases I have absolutely no idea:

.] avishkar.smarty
.] monophilogynist.pk112
.] thisisme17
.] giggidy.giggidy
.] cutie.pie
.] blueeyedbaboon
.] dudes8686
.] shakeyouabhi
.] xxayisjeeves
.] mecoollibra
.] newton.evems
.] badal2405
.] pdon007
.] hunkydude
.] coolest007
.] typhoon.2010
.] moodyarian
.] tropicaliceberg2006 [wth??]
.] sexysyk
.] comiczone420
.] yvvvvvvvvvvvvv

Phew! If you are reading this and any of these great gmail IDs belong to you, could you leave a comment, preferably citing the bizarre circumstances in which such names were created?
Now analyze this. I am logged into Google Talk, and in my IM contacts, I see a person with a name (for example) 'tropicaliceberg2006'. The display image is a portrait of Shahrukh khan, and the name is "PLZ GOD THESE ENDSEMS R KILLING ME...:(:(:(" [similar combinations expected].

HOW IN THE WORLD AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHO THAT IS?

No concluding remarks needed. Instead I'll chip in with a quote from 'The Big Bang Theory'-edited for effect

" Hey if you could stay for the night at our place, we could play World of Warcraft and watch BattleStar Galactica together!"
"OR, We could just get a life."

Saturday, January 26, 2008

A night less ordinary

Serendipity indeed.... Of my 4 years in college, I have not had a more eventful night as far as musical performances are concerned. To sum up:

1. a satisfying ETMS production, well received keeping in mind the not-so-noisy crowd.
2. Seeing Breathe, a Pink Floyd cover band, live amid fireworks and a cool breeze.
3. Playing with Breathe.

A night of elevation....

Monday, January 21, 2008

Things you have to try before you die.

This post is likely to end up as the longest blog post I have ever written. Not because my mind is taking giant leaps of imagination at this moment, but because every mind takes these giant leaps at random moments in the past, which all go undocumented. Since this documentation is so important, I dedicate this megapost to the immense amount of information that we imbibe through everyday sources, but end up losing it all to the pathetic structure of human memory.

It is quite useless to trace the sources of whatever has been written down here. It is a list of various things which I have/have not experienced.It is all dynamically updated, and is probably being furnished with new stuff as you read.

The list of things to be experienced before you die:


1. Witness the border sealing exercise at Wagah, Punjab: This one is a beauty. Green guys on one side, Khakis on the other. Excessive rhythmic stomping. Soldiers exchange thumb gestures that look like the 'thenga' we all know. Two flags rise and fall together with perfection. And the best part: a few hundred Indians and Pakistanis on either side, shouting "Hindustan/Pakistan Zindabaad", each loving the indescribable sense of victory: shouting your land's praise right at your enemy's doorstep....

2. Listen to Pt. Vishwa Mohan Bhatt live: Few musicians have the ingenuity to invent a musical instrument. The sheer audacity with which the man churns out notes from a guitar look-alike is astounding.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Om Shanti Om...It sure works!





Ever heard of the term 'Optimization'? Bollywood has had a reputation of prowling forever on the slopes of "Quality Film Making', without ever reaching the pinnacle. Om Shanti Om is an exception.

OSO is not a GREAT movie. Its not going to win an Oscar. Its not an IMDB top 250 contender. But come to think of it: it does what its makers want it to do, and does it damn well.

Starting things off, I was terribly disappointed when "Main Hoon Na" came out a few years ago. Red Chillies Entertainment had got it wrong. They had tried to make the movie something it wasn't. People could choose to see Spiderman hop, or see SRK fly. But India is a big country and people who did not wish to see the Spider ended up making Main Hoon Naa a hit.

OSO is a different package. It is a potpourri of several styles of filmmaking:

(a) The Rajnikanth/Chiru/Mithun flick: One (super)man. A zillion bad guys. Pure star power. Every mannerism of the Hero to go down into history and be worshiped for ages. Interchangeable actresses half the age of our star, who usually dance with him when he is not busy bashing villains/corrupt officials/assorted debris.

(b) The Epic Musical: Sprawling sets. A plot written with (only)the musical score in mind. Elaborate song and dance sequences. Blatant lip synching. Trapezes. Costumes. Back-up dancers. Spotlights. No villains allowed.

(c) The tale of Love...and betrayal : Good guy, Dame, bad guy---->romantic songs----->Jhinchak songs------> murder---->pathetic(hehe) songs----> revenge....THE END

(d)Judwaa Bhai/ Punarjanam/Yaddasht: Maa mujhe sabkuchh yaad aa gayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


(e) Gabbar mein tera Khoon pee( drink...what were you thinking?) jaaoonga!!: A pitiful hypocrite who gets his due, when everyone gangs up against the poor freak.


As far as OSO goes, you name it and they have it. Its something more profound than a block-buster movie: it is a new genre which has practically nothing new in what it presents, yet holds the potential to make Bollywood one of the most productive industries in India.

The attempt is deliberate this time. There is a shipload of overacting, coincidences which are enormous in their enormity, songs fitted in somehow during most of the first half. Yet somewhere, everything falls into place. Here is a movie which you would actually 'like' to like. No threat from spoilers too. You ALWAYS know what's going to happen, only that you just can't wait to see HOW it happens. Its hard to believe how predictable this movie is.

That, unfortunately for some, is what makes OSO work. SRK's larger than life star power has been utilized to the limit. I admire SRK, but I do not worship him. And that is when OSO hits me in the face and explains why that man rules the hearts of Indians worldwide.

There you have it. That,precisely is optimization. Here we have a film that is so stupid yet so perfect, so revolting yet so enticing. I watched and watched , when my mind said, "This is a load of bullcrap you fool!", but I could not hit the pause button.


To sum up,OSO is a movie that rejuvenates the age old cliches and brings them into fashion. Its the new wine in the old bottle. And you have to taste it.

I listen carefully.....the guy on the first floor is playing a song from: you know what.