{"id":5874,"date":"2016-05-19T10:11:09","date_gmt":"2016-05-19T04:41:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/13.201.39.237\/?p=5874"},"modified":"2026-07-17T21:54:20","modified_gmt":"2026-07-17T16:24:20","slug":"caa-protests-jamia-students-nationalism-police-brutality","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/13.207.105.184\/?p=5874","title":{"rendered":"I Was Born a Hindu and I Went to Jamia. What Will You Label Me?"},"content":{"rendered":"\nO<\/span>ne of my fondest childhood memories are post-dinner drives with my father to his alma mater: Jamia Millia Islamia<\/a>. He would lug my mother, my sister and I to show us around the campus. Not only did he study there, but as a scholar-in-residence at the Jamia hostel, he spent the better part of his youth between Sarai Jullena and Jamia Nagar, the two neighbourhoods of south Delhi.\n\n\u201cSee this, our canteen used to be right here. We\u2019d always owe the canteen owner money but that never stopped him from serving us. When the hostel dinner would be boring, we\u2019d head here.\u201d Or, \u201cDuring exams<\/a>, Ajay Jain would leave the room within an hour, and later he would rave about the film he saw right after, because he did not see value in writing an exam he thought he would fail.\u201d\n\nMy sister and I grew up on dad\u2019s hostel and college stories. Our mother, on the other hand, attended an all-girls college in Delhi University<\/a>. Her college stories, were always too sanitised, lacking in charm. Unlike my father\u2019s stories, they were not entrenched in history, politics, or passion.\n\nJamia holds a critical place in my family history. My father is the first graduate from my family. It is at Jamia that my dad acquired a diploma in Civil Engineering, and lived in Delhi for the first time, only to make this city his home.\n\n\"Jamia\"\n
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Students and local residents hold placards and raise slogans as they take part in a protest against the Citizenship Amandment Act (CAA) and National Register of Citizens (NRC), at Jamia Millia Islamia University, on December 18, 2019 in New Delhi, India.<\/p>\n

Photo by Burhaan Kinu\/Hindustan Times via Getty Images<\/p>\n<\/figcaption>\n<\/figure>\n\nMy dad\u2019s friends from the batch included the only Muslim girl in the batch of 50 boys. Ideally, this would make for an engineering college meme but over three decades ago this was not an uncommon occurrence. The same girl ended up marrying one of my dad\u2019s closest friend, a Hindu boy. To this day, their group with different religious identities remains rock steady. The stories of their camaraderie can make anyone envious. Almost, cinematic and unreal in the present political climate of the country.\n\nYears later, upon the insistence of my family with a recurring improvisation on a Kabhie Khushi Kabhi Gham<\/a> joke (\u201cHamare ghar ki parampara hai, hum sab Jamia me padhte hain\u201d), I signed up for the entrance exam with reluctance on my wavering confidence about clearing it. After a two-part written examination, a portfolio full of media-related work, and an excruciatingly difficult viva with over 12 faculty members, I had made it through to the prestigious Anwar Jamal Kidwai Mass Communication Research Centre, a school with extremely high standards of academic scholarship and professionalism.\n\nFor two whole years, through the duration of the programme, well-wishers negged my family with baseless allegations. \u201cDo you feel safe sending your daughter to Jamia Nagar?\u201d and \u201cBatla House<\/a> is a hub for terrorism and Jamia is a hot-bed for radicalising kids\u201d were some of the few jibes we received. Very little had changed in mindsets since the time my father attended the university. To this day, when I state that I attended Jamia, I get asked, \u201cSo you\u2019re a terrorist?\u201d It doesn\u2019t help that I also attended the \u201canti-national\u201d JNU<\/a>, right after.\n\nBut Jamia was nothing like that. There were days when I witnessed my friend pour piping hot tea over his head (true story) because the classes were long and tiring. There were also the days when we made peace with the fourth screening of Koyaanisqatsi, a cinematic masterpiece which is an acquired taste (and one I\u2019m still grappling to understand). On other days, we walked around Shaheen Bagh doing street photography.\n\nDespite 50 per cent seats reserved for Muslim<\/a> candidates, we were never distinguished as others, a myth that the paid trends online are trying to highlight. This sense of \u201cus\u201d vs \u201cthem\u201d is merely a work of fiction, of unemployed minds, created on the internet and spread through doctored media.\n\n

It breaks my heart when Jamia students are labelled \u201ctroublemakers\u201d or \u201cmiscreants\u201d just because they are from a minority institution.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\nWe learnt more about each other\u2019s religious practices and rituals, regardless of our personal belief system in the religious identity we were born in. On the day that the protest broke out in Jamia, a friend from my batch had come to Delhi from Kashmir<\/a>. He reminded us of a photo-feature he had done on \u201cKanya-Pujan\u201d or Kanjak as it is labelled in North India. He mentioned that he had witnessed something like that for the first time. At the end of his shoot, he was fed a plate full of poori, chana, and halwa \u2013 a meal in his words, \u201cunforgettable\u201d for its simplicity and taste.\n\nI undertook a similar assignment, when I invited myself to another friend\u2019s house to cover Eid festivities inside a private space. By the end of that afternoon \u2013 following a delectable meal of gosht biryani, qorma, and sewaiyan \u2013 I was given eidi<\/a>. At first, I was reluctant to accept the money, but I returned that day overwhelmed with their warmth and hospitality.\n\nThe eidi, biryani and the sewaiyan, all remain the same. Kanjak remains the same. But something has shifted.\n\nIt was an hour into catching up with our Kashmiri<\/a> friend that evening, when I got a call telling me that over 300 students had been detained inside the Central Library at Jamia. Since it was not being covered by mainstream media, we relied on the messages and calls being exchanged between us and active Jamia student groups. We called the evening off and for the remaining part of the night, none of us could sleep. We were all in touch until 5 am, just processing that a riot had broken out in the campus that belonged to us.\n\n\"Jamia\"\n

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Students and local residents hold placards and raise slogans as they take part in a protest against the Citizenship Amandment Act (CAA) and National Register of Citizens (NRC), at Jamia Millia Islamia University, on December 19, 2019 in New Delhi, India.<\/p>\n

Photo by Mayank Makhija\/NurPhoto via Getty Images<\/p>\n<\/figcaption>\n<\/figure>\n\nIt felt like my home had been violated. It could very well have been us inside the library that night. It could have been me losing an eye during an attack.\n\nWhich breaks my heart when Jamia students are labelled \u201ctroublemakers\u201d or \u201cmiscreants\u201d just because they are from a minority institution. If studying inside the library on a weekend renders you an \u201curban naxal<\/a>\u201d, then really, we have arrived at a sorry state of affairs inside the largest secular, democratic country in the world.\n\nThe Jamia I know is made of grace and tact, the kind that students and professors have maintained since the brutalities. The Jamia I know is a place where students will come out and clean the streets at the end of a protest, even after teargas shells had been lobbed. The Jamia<\/a> I know and trust, conditioned us to be mindful of differences and be respectful of everyone\u2019s choices, from religious practices to life decisions \u2013 even when vile hashtags like #HinduphobicJamia trend on Twitter.\n\nI was born a Hindu<\/a> and having attended two minority institutions, I can tell you one thing with utmost confidence. Most narratives spun around the erosion of religious identity by \u201cother\u201d religions are manufactured propaganda. And for those who label Jamia students \u201curban naxals\u201d and plan to issue everyone certificates of nationalism, here\u2019s hoping your alma mater is as good as ours.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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