外文标题：A Peep Into The Mind Of A Chinese Boy...........Part 2
This blog is about my online chat with a seventeen years old Chinese boy...........
Link to Part 1:- http://creative.sulekha.com/a-peep-into-the-mind-of-a-chinese-boy-part-1_612785_blog
Zhao: it’s sad that many India people not friendly to Chinese
Zhao: they say, we just have 5 inch high
and we haven't eye...( small, slitty eyes :))
Me: Zhao we cannot change the whole world. It is sad that some people are poor. It is sad that some people are criminal. It is sad that some people die early
Me: But you have big eyes, I suppose. What is your race? Han or Mongolian?
Me: What can one do? The African can't cry that they are black
So, Hui have big eyes or small?
I don’t know.some have big, others have small...
But all Muslim girls I saw have big eyes. Let me send you some pictures
Zhao: oh, Do you know Mandela passed away 3 days ago? I think he was proud that he was black
before 1840 year (England invade China). Chinese think China is the strongest in the world, so we look down upon foreigner.
Zhao: but after 1840,we know ,china is a poor country. we not have power that we can look down upon foreigner
Me: In the present world we are all equal
Zhao: Do you know between Chinese and Japanese the biggest difference?
Me: what is that?
Zhao: Japanese want be a powerhouse (like america).chinese want replace America. Perhaps its reason is that the East country said China is a ambition country
Me: Very good. You are very intelligent for your age Zhao
Zhao: Oh! and I have a question .Last week ,my grandfather said many about Battle of Walong. in your mind ,what happened in 1962?
Reminiscences [ I had to look for Walong before replying to him. I myself don’t know what exactly happened except that a unnecessary war was thrust upon us by over ambitious Mao. However, I only know the Indian side of the story- the one which was told to us by our governement. I was a ten years old child then. Children of that age identify themselves with the soldiers as their heroes and the war games excite them. The rivals obviously are considered as evil. Only we had a radio in the cluster of apartments in a huge lodge named Constance Lodge in Shimla where we lived. I spent all my childhood there. My father and all the neighbourhood ‘uncles’ would gather around the Radio for 8 O’clock morning news. The news would bring the stories of valour by ill equipped soldiers and of retreat of Indian army from one post after another, fighting bravely. I remember clearly the gloom setting on their worried faces. Since our house was near the police lines and Shimla was probably reachable by the invading planes, trenches were dug out by the policemen with instructions for us to hide in those during air raids. Those trenches and all the war news gave us exciting war games. I don’t remember having heard the sirens announcing raids but I remember seeing tracer fire, tracking raiding aeroplanes. I also remember that some Indian diplomats was beaten, his face was blackened and a garland of shoes was put in his neck in Peking. In those days, we the children developed a strong hatred for the Chinese. A lot of Tibeteans who fled Tibet came to settle in Shimla too. Many of them still live there. Before that all I knew about the Chinese was that most of them were Opium addicts “afeemchi” is the Hindi word for opium addicts. There was one shop at 'Scandal Point' of a Chinese shoe maker in Shimla. “Lee” or such was the name. 'Haqeeqat' meaning the truth was a movie based on the Chinese invasion and I remember having shed buckets of tears seeing the movie. In those days we were allowed to see only good cinemas and this was one that we were taken to. A lot of patriotic songs were written in those days for inspiring the people who were proud and patriotic then. A song sung by Lata Mangeshkar and written by Indivar “ Ai mere watan ke logo” ( O The people of my country) told the excruciating details of the war and brought the whole nation to tears. The song till today is probably the most heard song in India.]
We would tease the Tibetans ( whom we called Lama Sippi), singing a four line teaser which they didn’t understand. It went like this-
Lama sippi khatta kha- O lama sippi take/eat sour thing
Khatta kha ke paani pi- Drink water after eating sour thing
Pani pee ke mar ja- And then die after drinking water.
They would come around begging sometimes or selling coloured bead strings or “Hing” (Asafoetida). They wore strange clothes, put beads in their hair and had prayer bead string or rotating drum ( we called it Tibeti ( of the Tibetans)Damru (A small handheld drum seen in Lord Shiva’s hand)
Me: Let us know what your grand father said about the war
Zhao: He said, Nehru had many the wrong decision.
Me: What I know is the Indian side of the story and to tell you frankly this is the main reason why the Indians hate the Chinese
Me: What were those wrong decisions?