Interview with Thoɻar Thiyagu

When I shot the documentary in 2011, I had three other ideas. I was going to make one every subsequent year. Of course, I took three years just to get the first one out. When I did get it out, I felt a huge sense of relief and, mostly involuntarily, gave up on making another for the several years. Around early 2020, the ever present guilt over inaction made ripples that were becoming hard to ignore.

One of those three ideas was to document a handful of individuals with a history of engaging in activism: how they saw society pan out over decades and how they feel about the present day and the future. It was Comrade Thiyagu who had inspired this idea to begin with. It was only right, then, that I started with him. I had a couple of others that I wanted to interview the same week but couldn't. The next three years went by like a blur and eventually I figured I'll just publish the interview as is and not wait until I re-start the doc (let alone finish it).

The interview was done over two days in Semmoɻi Poonga in February 2020. First, there were technical issues with day one's audio recording. To make matters worse, there were issues with the files themselves, and I got confused over where I stored my backups. I had all but given up on recovering these files until I located them accidentally on a backup drive a few weeks ago.

In the nearly five intervening years, so many others have interviewed him, and I see he's been just as generous with them in going over his life's story at length. There's a strong sense of redundancy but I think the interview I did still has some content that's somewhat unique, which justified the decision to upload it despite its shortcomings.

Day one's audio is fairly AI-processed and layered with a secondary audio source (which is also AI-processed; sigh). It's also misaligned towards the end. I uploaded it anyway—not rendering it all over again.

Day two is yet to be reviewed. I don't see many edits.

Zoned Out: Belonging

Bookshelves - the ones that actually have books - are a luxury for an itinerant. It doesn't matter that one stays in the same place for decades, all the while feeling uprooted. Not to trivialize the travails of the incarcerated but one wonders if they ever develop a sense of homely attachment to their prison cells.

On Canada's MAID service

Note: Left this as a comment for a video on Canada's euthanasia laws (added here)

I hope that at some point this becomes a philosophical issue primarily and then sociological (socio-political to lesser extent still). That is: should one have the ‘right’ to end their life whenever they choose to and treat everything as irrelevant, incidental externalities (excepting direct, tangible harm to another/others in the process)? If the answer is yes, then the next obvious question is if the State should offer that as a service? (For the ardent free market capitalist, the question is: should there be licensed private players who provide this service?)

Why is the State or the private players required to assess the underlying circumstances/causes that led to this ‘service request’? Beyond the basic assessment to ensure one is of ‘legally sound’ mind all other questions should be moot. It's not like they can cite and impose purpose to existence (under pain/distress or not).

Most societies – I say most and not all just as an academic qualifier – follow an action-consequence model with some caveats to assess the magnitude of both cause and effect. Poverty is often the cause of crime but crimes have legal consequences regardless of underlying circumstances. Mental distress is often why someone snaps at their boss but they are fired still. Drunkenness is often why someone engages in a brawl but their face gets pounded anyway. I can cite numerous examples where we aren’t concerned about the ‘underlying circumstances’ and just deliver the consequences. And these consequences -- be it jail time, suspension, probation, a scar in the forehead etc. -- are all irreversible in their own way just as death is.

Sure, lets work on poverty alleviation, ensuring there’s near-equal access to all primary services (education, security, healthcare, legal-aid etc.) but let’s not conflate that with what is fundamentally a philosophical question.

Talking Back

Scenes like the one above have been featured in many films and TV shows. A version of something that most of us must have experienced multiple times during our school days ourselves. But this one, from Normal People, was uncanny in how close it was to an experience of mine.

Every time I’ve been caught in the act -- of being zoned out/falling asleep etc. -- I’d be slapped, caned or at the very least have a piece of chalk thrown at me by the teacher. The kindest of them yelled, insulted, and made me stand outside the class.

I’d fantasize about talking back to them, cornering them into a muted stupor, or worse an incoherent repartee that did not land.

The day actually came about when I was 20 years old. I was in my final year of college and my levels of insolence with the faculty that semester had gained some notoriety. The class was of one Ms. S, dreaded by students for being a bitter, humorless hag with a habit of escalating everything to the department head. I was distracted as usual and the lecturer suddenly called me out, “Suresh! You think you’ll be able to understand this by looking out the window?”

I turned to her, as if with the reflex of a thousand rehearsals, and said, “I don’t think I’ll follow what you’re teaching even if I paid attention.”

There was a stunned silence in the entire class for about 3 seconds. My classmates who are generally rowdy during these types of exchanges went completely quiet. For I didn’t squirm in embarrassment or deflect with a sheepish grin, and the fact that I spoke ‘proper’ English did its part too, I imagine. The few words that I could hear were ones of disapproval -- hushed ‘dei!’s -- directed at me.

The lecturer regained her composure and said, “come and see me after the class.”
Once again, without a pause, I replied, “I’ll think about it.” She said nothing, just wore a puzzled stare.

I had done it. It had taken about 17 years from the first conscious memory of a similar situation but I finally shut the authority figure in the room. A few murmurs started to emerge and the disapproval was unmistakably audible but she averted her gaze and continued on with the lecture.

I started preparing for a bigger showdown but that was the end of it. I didn’t see her after the class and no one brought it up again. I was nowhere near the smartest in the classroom, unlike Marianne in the show, but maybe Ms. S was convinced that it's futile to pursue any disciplinary action.

It was a telling moment in my life. That everyone hated her was no secret but even so they felt that I went too far. I realized that youthful petulance and churlish behaviour in front of authority figures should not be taken for anti-establishment sentiment. It’s merely an inchoate germ that has the potential to become something more ideological when cultivated carefully but has little value unto itself.

 An exchange later in the show underscores this point: the idea that some forms of authoritarianism is par for the course, especially when it carries the semblance of being universal. A de facto surrender is what is then expected even (or especially) by your peers. And at the hands of a 'decent guy' it's almost desirable.

The psychological relief and the momentary sense of control one enjoys by standing up, by saying 'fuck you!', even if faced with dire consequences, is enviable, after all. It is a privilege and unfortunately it is accessible only to a few.

Blurb of Intent

The last time I mentioned my intent to make a documentary it took over 5 years to actually have it done. And that was when I had a clear idea as to what I wanted to do and there was no uncertainty about whether I really wanted to do it. Neither of which is the case this time around. The scope of the topic and scale of the production is also likely to be more daunting. It will be significantly more contentious, controversial, polemical and even problematic. I will have to spend the next year or two researching for it and scripting it down to its near-final form. What's left then will be to interview 30-50 people and condense it into a 2-3 part docu-series that could serve as a primer for understanding contemporary Tamil polity.

This post is purely for my nostalgic reflection in the future.

Sober existence

At one point in Norm's 'Me Doing Standup' he says, "I don't know if you've ever had a one night stand, dead clean sober, but I have, and it's not a lot of fun". I thought about this while watching Euphoria. There are so many shows that deal with substance abuse in great detail (by various age/class groups); I can barely relate to any of them but I also get it. As in, "of course, why wouldn't you?" And simultaneously this counter/adjoining thought occurs: I don't know if you've experienced all of existence dead clean sober, but I have, and it's not a lot of fun.

Ra(d̷i̷c̷a̷)cialized people

Understandings and reflections one would encounter on race, caste, aesthetics etc., in the subcontinent is likely to be more diverse than reality itself. But some instances are poetic in their pithiness, presenting a truth that is complex and layered even if unintended. One such is the video below, especially the part where he mentions "Kashmiri brahman".