Lost Generation

That is what you are. That’s what you all are …
all of you young people who served in the war.
You are a lost generation.”

Gertrude Stein telling Ernest Hemingway

“Is tomorrow a holiday,” one of my staff asked.
“Why” another countered.
It is Sabatash February.

LOST .

One of my engineer Libyan friends is worthy of respect.

Middle aged, highly educated from many universities, but having the humility
to accept that he has not got all the answers.

“ I will study and let you know,” is his answer to many queries.

When I first heard him give this answer, it was a welcome change to some local friends who confidently say-

“I know everything.”

Only the fool knows everything, I think in my mind, but do not bother to correct these –I know everything – types.

Recently I sat with him, and thought about the coming anniversary.

“There is nothing you can hope from people who have become stunned by the continuous war. Why should I point to others, one of my own nephews has become totally damaged. He cannot sleep without drugs. If he sits still, the memories of what has happened disturb him. So he goes for another round of violence. It will end only with his life. What are we going to do with this generation?”

Made me remember the above remark of Gertrude Stein, which she had expanded for Hemingway.

When a young mechanic failed to repair the car quickly enough, the garage owner shouted at the boy,

“You are all a “génération perdue.”

REMEMBERING KAMAL…OF CAIRO TRILOGY

Last week-I reviewed my Reading journal- and had a relook at the Character Kamal of Cairo Trilogy.Many years ago, my friend Ibrahim Gomari gifted the Trilogy to me, as a special gift from Cairo where he stays. Many a Tripoli afternoon, I have spent reading the pages and enjoying the nuances , which are relevant even today.

The Trilogy is a panorama of Egyptian life rising out of British Colonialism.

The Martyrs...In the Cairo Trilogy, the character Kamal gets into an emotional debate on whether the martyr Fahmy died in vain.... As one staff thought of taking a holiday, I smiled and said..No, we will have a special reading session, remembering all the Fahmys we knew

FEB 17…The Martyrs…                                          In the Cairo Trilogy, the character Kamal gets into an emotional debate on whether the martyr Fahmy died in vain….
As one staff thought of taking a holiday, I smiled and said..No, we will have a special reading session, remembering all the Fahmys we knew

It follows the story of Ahmad Jawad and his family through three generations.

In the third part of the Trilogy-Sugar Street- interesting interplay between forces in society in the context of the rising forces of nationalism come through.

Dialogue and conflict between different characters is used skillfully to portray these.

Class system-as shown in 1008-1009- while family members discuss a potential marriage proposal.

To quote-Page 1008-1009

In his forceful voice Abd Al Munim Shawkat replied

“Yes. One of his maternal uncles is a donkey driver and another’s a baker. He has a paternal uncle who is an attorney’s secretary.” Then he added as a reluctant concession. “But none of this detracts from the man’s work. A person should be judged for what he is, not for his family.”
Kamal realized that his nephew wanted to assert two truths no matter how contradictory: First the baseness of Fuad’s origins and second the fact that a humble background does not diminish a person’s value. He understood that Abd Al Munim was both attacking Fuad and repenting for his unfair attack because of his strong religious convictions.”

unquote

The character Kamal, son of the patriarch Ahmad Al Jawad, an English school teacher, writes a monthly philosophy column in a journal. He has many contradictions . In the night, he is transformed into a liberated voyager who traverses the limitless expanses of thought.

In the day time he is a teacher. In weekends he goes to pleasure houses.

Here are some samples of his intellectual discussions, which take place in the office of the Journal . Kamal discusses with a story teller Riyad who has been reading Kamal’s articles for many years, on issues of science and Art.
Riyad is the spiritual brother of Kamal.

Some literary theorists say that the character Kamal was closely based on Naguib Mahfouz himself, both are followers of the philosopher Bergson.

Quote

Kamal-(the philosopher) “What do you say about scientists who do not share your enthusiasm for science”

Riyad-(the story teller)- “We should not interpret the modesty of science as weakness or despair. Science provides mankind with its magic, light, guidance and miracles. It’s the religion of the future.”

On art-The story teller Riyad tells

“Can you live in absolute isolation? People need confidential advice, consolation, joy, guidance, light and journeys to all regions of the inhabited world and of the soul. That’s what art is.”

Unquote

Elsewhere in the novel, once Kamal gets into an emotional debate remembering the martyr Fahmy.

Did he die in Vain?

The Trilogy dissects many interesting layers, exploring the concept of individualism, family, tribe, clan, nation in the context of Egyptian society emerging from British colonialism between the two world wars.

HOLIDAY

Bab Al Aziziya- August 2011. Do women and children continue to pay a higher price for this civil unrest? This question met with different answers and sometimes silent tears among different sections- both local Libyan citizens and foreign workers.

Bab Al Aziziya- August 2011.                              Do women and children continue to pay a higher price for this civil unrest?                          This question met with different answers and sometimes silent tears among different sections- both local Libyan citizens and foreign workers.

I smiled at the mention of holiday..on February 17….

No-there will be a Special Reading session, we will remember the many Kamals and Fahmys who are no longer physically present with us.

Earlier perspectives

2012

ONE YEAR ON-WHAT IS THE CHANGE

One year on, what is the change?

Families celebrating in Suq Juma. This was the heart of the revolutionary uprising in Tripoli along with Fashloom. As one friend put it

“The uprising started in Suq Juma and Fashloom, was crushed here, will
rise again here.”

After the failed February uprising, many prepared
quietly for months. That day of reckoning came on August 20,2011

2015-…Many a time, we hear sounds of gunfire from Fashloom..in the night.

2013

TWO YEARS ON…EXAMINING BELIEF AND INTEREST

Peter Drucker once said, “if everyone understands and buys into the goal, if it’s a shared goal, it doesn’t actually matter how you are organized.” He also said “that if people do not buy into the goal, or know the goal, it doesn’t matter how you’re organized.”

There are many roads to the goal, but I think a good starting point is the belief that we can improve, can do better. As the second anniversary of the February 17 revolution comes we can pledge to build on the words of John Stuart Mill
One person with belief is equal to 99 with interest.

Examining Belief and Interest-2 years since Feb 17 revolution

2014

THREE YEARS ON…Examining ways of some businesses in Libya

Can an Airlines company do its own catering?
I asked this question to my friend who was trying to impress with his different contacts and abilities.
As one could not tell him directly that this is leading us nowhere concrete,(weeks of running around have nothing real to show, except for papers and papers) I asked him this Business model question.

https://prashantbhatt.com/2014/02/08/can-an-airlines-company-do-its-own-catering/

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Tally

Around the Indian Republic day -2015, we tallied some notes.

Every organization has to have a finance manager, to tally the accounts.

On talking to some close accountant friends of Libya, one comes to know of the difficulties of accountability not accounts.

MISSING

“Look at his profession (a welder-maintenance person)” one insider told me while talking the disappearance of an Indian in Sirte region.

R day Tripoli 2015 1

India House-Tripoli-Jan 26-2015

This Republic day –as our ambassador came in from Djerba to hoist the Indian flag, make the customary address from the President and mingle with the Indian community, it was a very different feel from the last year’s celebration. That time, we had the Indian community school choir, some poetry and songs.

Now most families have left.

The insider is very sure that the welder will return after a few days.
He is probably helping them in some civil works.
Once the work is over, they will send him back. I hope this is true.

GRACE

Kernan, he said, we worship at different altars, but our belief is the same
Grace-James Joyce

Last Republic day, we had gone to Corinthia, reached early, sat in the side and seen the guests coming. Mr.Suresh-the old timer in the embassy-whose accent of Hindi (outer Delhi) reminds one of route number 578 of Delhi- the route from Safdarjung to Najafgarh, was seen greeting and directing the guests.

“We even had some members of the GNC coming. So we got late,” one senior in the embassy had said.

We had summarized the story-Grace-by James Joyce- sifting through the different types of Christians, the concept of retreat, and the way a drunken fall was used by different persons, representing different forces in society, for their own ends. The Tripoli Reading Group has helped me keep a reading journal, which interrogates different layers.

“Mr.Kernan came of Protestant stock and, though he had converted to the Catholic faith at the time of his marriage, he had not been in the pale of the Church for twenty years. He was fond, moreover, of giving side-thrusts at Catholicism.”

One day after the Indian Republic day was observed by the expatriates in Tripoli,

there wasn’t much grace left at the Corinthia.

Every faith has its nuances. The common working people are definitely bracing themselves for another round, each becoming more vicious than the previous.

“The bakeries are not working optimally.

Electricity cuts affect their work.”

Now as we re-read the story Grace, the meaning of Republic and what it means,

there are many altars and different beliefs.

MEMORIES OF THE COMMUNITY

Many fond memories came alive. Some veterans left for India this year in the evacuation, helped by the embassy staff. Despite all the talk about working people, internationalist viewpoints, when it comes to helping immigrant workers, they have to turn to their embassies.

One veteran-an Anatomy teacher, who gifted some books to our reading group had given this sage advice.

“Have a friend with whom you can discuss things. Life can be very lonely in a foreign country.”

See blog- Reflections on our Republic day-2014

Grace..Reflections on our Republic Day-Part 1

With another evacuation, the many discussions I had with a fellow professional remain a fond memory.

Fresh leaves from a plant I got from Suaani . This was one of our first journeys outside city limits after the second Tripoli uprising of August 2011. Many discussions and memories..see blog- Notes from a Libyan camp http://wp.me/piL5Q-eq

Fresh leaves from a plant I got from Suaani in Sep 2011 .   Trips with Dr.Singh.. One of our first journeys outside city limits after the second Tripoli uprising of August 2011.                                                                                                           Many discussions and memories..                        see blog- Notes from a Libyan camp http://wp.me/piL5Q-eq

As I did another interview with him, (he was also member of our laughter club) , I asked him what he thinks of the situation here.

He said-paraphrasing Abu Shafshoofa-

“Don’t say you understand situation here. No one understands the situation here,”

Memories of veterans  Many fond memories See blog- To those of us who have everything and those of us who have nothing. http://wp.me/piL5Q-E2

Memories of veterans
Many fond memories
See blog- August -2014To those of us who have everything and those of us who have nothing.
http://wp.me/piL5Q-E2

TALLY

“Now they are serving baklavas instead of Gulab Jamun for Republic day,” one old timer remarked. This is sense of the changing times, but the food culture was well represented by the Samosas.

People talk in hushed manner about the missing Coptics. Less news about that now.

We hear professionals withdrawing from Sebha region.

The people in the know (or at least pretending to be) say – Worse is still to come.

I know some Libyan accountants closely. The worlds of medicine and business make us interact closely.

“Doctor, the balance sheet has to tally in the end,” one of them said.

“The difficulty we are facing is about accountability to whom, not the accounts.”

From these Arab accountants, I learnt how to keep records, as after all the niceties and board meetings are over, they will definitely look into the records, the balance sheet.

They quietly keep the records, as they know some day, there will be a tally.

EXCHANGES

As the Indian community met, we exchanged notes from persons of different professions and got a broader feel of the situation. We had a re-look at the grace of togetherness while appreciating the difficult circumstances.

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Angry

Following the details, one finds out why my friend is ANGRY

Following the details, one finds out why my friend is ANGRY

Every man`s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguishes one man from another.

Papa Hemingway: the ecstasy and sorrow

                                                  by A. E. Hotchner – Literary Criticism – 1983 – 322 pages

 

Mentoring questions led me to try and see how young children from the Indian subcontinent living in Libya relate to Gandhi-ji. Asking questions about Kwame Nkrumah-the African Lenin-and Senghor to children from Africa were further steps.

In previous blog we had talked about –Emptying the cup- http://wp.me/piL5Q-IV so that one can fill one’s life with significance.

The –Reading group- (see https://prashantbhatt.com/tag/tripoli-reading-group/) I formed many years ago, has been a tool to interrogate and create dialogue at multiple levels.

One such person with whom I have had many interesting discussions is an angry-middle aged man- whose life circumstances in Libya and home country-Pakistan, make for many interesting details.

ANGRY

Let us call him BJ-

“An employee cannot be an entrepreneur”

Having Orange juice in Ben Ashor, he had tried to get me into following his theme of building hospital franchises. When I did not go out of my “Shell” or “Fort” of running and developing medical departments, he blurted out half in frustration, half in mockery-

“An employee cannot be an entrepreneur”

I smiled and chose not to reply to this man in early middle age, but have been following his story over the years.

The said project of hospital franchises is still to materialize, with a “Revolution” and a NATO bombing and an on-going civil conflict coming in the period.

I met him again recently and inquired on his Entrepreneurship again.

“I am still trying to recover the money of the ambulances I had arranged a few years ago. They say that the money allocated in the  budget two years ago has been returned to the ministry. ”

He is still running around in circles.

And he is Angry

DETAILS

Following the details of this informal mentee, has added richness to life. He is not a formal reading group types. But seeing how he negotiates through various layers of society-expatriate and local, in a war torn country have many lessons.

Made me remember the life and times of Hemingway- and how these experiences were portrayed in his fiction.

Ruslan Mammadov- writes about Hemingway’s- World War 1 years in an interesting and educative manner. Around a hundred years down the line, what some people call-World War III- one sees the effects on the ground in one of the post-Arab spring countries-Libya

“ Upon leaving the US, Hemingway first traveled to Paris, and then received orders to report to Milan. A short time later, he moved to the town of Schio where he worked driving ambulances. While delivering chocolates and cigarettes to soldiers on the front, Hemingway was seriously injured on July 8, 1918 by fragments from an Austrian mortar shell. Though badly wounded by the mortar, and hit by machine gun fire as well, Hemingway worked to secure the safety of his fellow soldiers, getting them out of danger. The Italian government later awarded him the Silver Medal of Military Valor for his heroic actions.

Hemingway spent time recovering at a hospital in Milan, where he met Agnes von Kurowsky, a nurse originally from Washington D.C. She was six years older than Hemingway, but nevertheless he fell in love with her, and planned to take her home to Oak Park. Hemingway fell in love with her, but their relationship did not survive his return to the United States. Hemingway’s personal experiences would be used in his fiction.

At this point of view, we may see here how Hemingway’s wrote his early novels, like he share his own secret with his novels”

JAIL

“They had a system then. There was pressure on the authorities from the diplomatic channels, but in reality I got out because my versions were corroborated by the then authorities.”

BJ remembered the days during the Feb 17 revolution when he was one of the foreigners who was detained by the authorities.

He talked about the time when he was interrogated for hours, what he said was written down and then verified. He went away from Libya for a few months after being released. But his family stayed on.

ENTREPRENEUR

He has not given up yet. Still trying to have a maintenance company in the war torn country, trying to service different departments in hospitals and keeping the equipments running. He does not like the attitude of throwing away equipments which can be used if maintained . But some powerful people would like to buy new equipments, for obvious reasons.

My friend BJ..is angry, and there are many reasons.

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