"I'm going to vote for BJP."
"Why?""If Congress wins again, the Muslims will soon outnumber the Indians in India."
"What kind of insane are you, man?"The exchange that took place after the last question was posed requires too much pardoning of French to be acceptable for a family blog such as this. Let's just say I was convinced my friend had lost his marbles.
To be fair, he is a successful businessman at a young age who makes highly rational (and profitable) decisions on a daily basis. Yet he could only (or would only) distinguish between Muslims and Indians. One is a religious group and the other a nationality. They are not mutually exclusive. Though being the world's largest minority they are far from a small group numbering 154 million and
being the second largest Muslim population in a country after Indonesia. Take that all you pure Muslim states (I'm looking at you Sultanate of Brunei).
But I am not so different from my friend after some introspection. My attention is drawn to any men wearing salwar kameezes and prayer caps, women wearing burqas, mosques or madrassahs on my way through life. I should not look at them askew and I often don't. I do often look at them with some degree of bemusement and wonder if they are on 'our side' against jihadis and Talibanish elements and the 72 virgins in heaven. I should say don't get me wrong but I'm now in territory where I'm bound to be got wrong so the heck with it. For some measure of safety though, don't get me wrong. I have a whole bunch of friends, Indian and not, religious and irreligious, who have been born and bred as Muslims. I do not qualify or quantify (except here) them by their religion and it is yet to be a source of conflict in my relationship with any of them. All these vast dollops of perspective have not saved me from the bemusement and wonder mentioned earlier.
As part of my singling out of Muslims as a community, I try to have conversations with anyone with a suspicious bearded visage with some hope of entertainment, clarifying their secular credentials and perhaps one controversial moment that can provide lots of the former and disprove all of the latter. While in Ahmedabad, I went to the Jumma Masjid with the aim of being 'touristy' at a 600 year old structure and perhaps meeting some zealots. I managed to get an audience with the maulana who turned out to be an exceedingly kind man. It should be no surprise that he was but I expected someone to thunder down at me. He took in my questions about the history of the venue and explained the reign of Ahmad Shah in some detail. I really didn't hear much as I steeled myself to ask him his views on the Taliban. Foolish, to say the least. He eyed me rather sternly (looking much like a non-gay Albus Dumbledore), judged me as an upstart of the worst kind and then told me the extremists are just that - extreme. He then looked back at what he was reading (I presume the Quran as I had interrupted him while he was praying) and I asked for his leave. It was idiotically putting him on the spot and I received better than I should have.

Not satisfied at the time with asking sensitive questions, I did the same with a cab driver once back in Bombay. He had a beard (as mentioned before I find them conspicuous) and his cab was missing any stickers, statuettes (or idols if you prefer) and any other religious accessories such as beads or what-have-you. I asked him if he was Muslim and he mumbled in the affirmative. I asked him his view on the fundamentalists too.
At this point we were interrupted by, "I never really knew she could dance like this, she makes a man wanna speak Spanish." Hips Don't Lie by Shakira. The cabbie's ringtone. It went off 4-5 times during the ride and while he didn't answer it once, he always waited till Wyclef said 'Shakira, Shakira' before silencing it. A memorable conversation, indeed.
He didn't think the jihadis were in sync with the holy texts. He asked me why I picked on him in particular. I told him he looked religious so I had asked out of curiosity.
"It is the media that forms this image in your head. They show any traditional form of dressing or carrying oneself as a direct link to terrorism. A few rotten apples and they spoil the barrell. I'm just as Indian as you, you know but you thought of me as Muslim. Let me ask you this - how many Hindus did you ask about their feelings towards the Shiv Sena and MNS?"
Good point. I am indoctrinated by the media and by society around me, just like my friend and countless others. If I am to be a little less naive (and not simply blame media and society), I can also see some inherent biases within me probably in my upbringing but at the very least in my surrounding environment. I associate two images very strongly in my head now. It is why I look at men in salwar kameez a little longer for weird behaviour or try to ask my cabbie such questions. It is why I snap a photo of a (modern) madrassah in Bombay. Any Muslims that I don't know well enough to disregard their religion, I consider as some sort of trespasser. Apart from the simplicity of my mind, my prejudice was exposed best by his question of me. I had not nor have I since asked any Marathis about their sympathies towards the Hitler-worshipping, neo-fascist Thackeray organizations.

Such segregation of course is almost a norm in this country. While Manmohan Singh has
questioned the secularity of Nitish Kumar for hanging out with good ol' Narender Modi, the
Congress has fielded Mohammad Azharuddin in Moradabad, UP with the hope of drawing estranged Muslim voters to a Muslim celebrity. In the midst of it all, a lot of people have lost sight of putting nationality first. Perhaps it is to be expected in such a diverse nation where the population has the attention span of a gnat. Minds are easy fodder for anyone who wants to pervert them, and where divisions along cultural and religious lines can be made, they will be thick as stone. It is virtually the law of this land.
Maybe the simple solution for people like me and my friend, is to listen to Hips Don't Lie as my cabbie was intent on doing. Solid advice, Wyclef.
"Como se llama (si), bonita (si),
mi casa (si),
su casa." True that.