Monday, August 29, 2011

GAME CHANGER


So often, we come across words that are fascinating and used in a clichéd sense.  There always is a climax in a film (not the climax spray, mind you J)  Then there is a turning point in every cricket match.  Whenever, we are in a hopeless situation, we often use a cliché, “Things can never go down from here”, when actually there is so much space down below.  Look at the Indian cricket team, it fell again and again and again that commentators ran short of words in any of the dictionaries.  Even Navjot Singh Sidhu made a disappearing act and was never to be seen again.
Now, among the series of words that I come across, the latest fashionable word seems to be the term “Game changer”.  Anna’s fast at Jantar Mantar was once a Game changer.  Then Ramdev decided that his fast at Ramlila will be a Game Changer.  The arrest of Ramdev became another Game changer.  Anna Hazare again decided to reduce weight on August 16, and that became a Game changer.  Rahul Gandhi came out of nowhere and gave out a grand speech, and popularized the term “Game Changer.”  Kiran Bedi did not like it and decided to have a ghunghat act as a “Game Changer”.  Later the BJP entered the scene and claimed Sushma Swaraj’s speech at the Parliament was the Game Changer.
Wish I were at Ramlila wearing a “Mee Anna Hazare Cap”, carrying a candle on one hand and a tricolor on the other hand.  That could have been a “Game Changing Moment” for me.
I thought the real Game Changer was Mr. Om Puri, who declared those who scored less than 60% as Ganwaars.  I scored only 54.33% in Bcom and hence can say myself as a qualified “Ganwaar”
After the victory celebrations on Sunday, (though I was wondering what this fuss is all about), the rains poured like cats and dogs and the Government servants remained indoors in Mumbai (including me).  This team, I hope the Civil Servants don’t blame the babus.  The Rains were the Game changer.  Come Lok Pal or no Lok Pal, our agriculture and water supply will always depend on rains, and our telecommunications and transport services, atleast in Mumbai will always depend on “no rains”.
15 years down the line, when our next generation children will be studying textbooks regarding “What was the Real Game Changer in India’s Second War of Independence”, I want you all to give the options.
What according to you, was the real Game Changer?

I WAIT FOR THAT DAY - A POEM BY SURESH IYER


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Friday, August 19, 2011

I AM NOT ANNA HAZARE


“On Thursday, August 18, 2011, I cam across a headline in Mumbai Mirror

“If you have never bribed a traffic cop
If you haven’t paid donation for your child’s admission
If you never bought a movie ticket in black
If you paid the entire sum for your apartment by cheque
If you have not carried out illegal changes in your house or office
If you have never bribed a government officer
If you have never paid a bribe in your life”

Mail us your story.  Five readers, selected by us, will get to meet Anna Hazare.”

My reply to the above is, “I have never done any of those, infact being a government officer, I have not taken a single paisa bribe, yet I don’t want to meet Anna Hazare.

The same paper had an interesting article by Devdutt Pattanaik, which says “Rules don’t make a Ram.”

     The efficacy of any system depends on the individuals who run the
system and not otherwise.  Individuals cannot be run by any system per
se.   Today, we feel very angry as the collective conscience of the
nation has gone for a toss.  Corruption runs deep and is
all-pervasive.  It will require a sustained movement and strong will
power on the part of like minded individuals to combat corruption.  It
is we, who make the nation and not the other way round.  There cannot
be sides taken in this fight against corruption.  This movement should
involve those who work in Government sector and others who work from
outside.  The virus of corruption affects all of us in some way or
other. Being in the service, I know many colleagues and officers, who
will go by the rule book and execute work without fear or favor.
Working honestly in an environment where the society itself has lost
its moral character involves a lot of sacrifice and willpower.  Honest
people in Government service are the ones who face misconduct
proceedings as they are the ones who work and make things move.  When
things go wrong, these few are the ones who get framed.  No one comes
to support them in their need of hour.  

People want to jump the queue,
and that is precisely the problem.  Atleast, 3 out of 10 people want
to get ahead and get things done in their favor on priority basis by
showering undue gratification of any kind.  No one questions those who
accept illegal gratification for fear of getting out of the race.
Those who can't pay at all suffer in silence.  Corruption always flows
from top to bottom.  The lineman, the peon, and the likes who are the
foot soldiers of this corruption racket bear the brunt of blame, while
the officers of Joint Secretary and above and Ministers keep their
heads out of muddy waters.  Even for standing in a queue for darshan
of the Lord, many prefer to pay to have a quick darshan.   Look at the
railway counter, where dumbheads stand in serpentine queues patiently
for tickets while the so called smart ones always jostle and try to
get ahead.  Many hesitate to buy tickets for using our public
transport but will unfailingly question the system.  Last week, I
happened to be in a crowded bus.  The poor conductor could not reach
out to all passengers for issuing tickets.  As soon as the final
destination came, the rest half of the crowd rushed out in glee for
having escaped from buying a bus ticket of just Rs.4/-.  Amidst such
chaos, a college boy stretched his hand out to the conductor and asked
for a ticket.  The rest of the passengers laughed at him for his
honesty and yelled out, "Harishchandra ka aulad hai kya?"  The poor
boy stood embarrassed for his act of honesty.  Western Railway
installed transparent dustbins for security purposes, as there was
always the fear of terrorists taking undue advantage of these
dustbins.  However, to the dismay of the Railway authorities, the
transparent dustbins turned red in color in just a few days as a
result of pan and tobacco stains.   Two days ago, I was chatting with
my blogger friend from New Delhi.  He was telling me, how people
evaded taking tickets at even Metro Stations by inserting a single
coin and rushing through the gate, two at a time.  The techno savvy
generation of the middle class believes that Government servants live
a luxurious life and there is over-employment in the Government
sector.  They are right in majority of the cases, but they cannot continue to see things in black and white. I
would advise them to visit the dilapidated Government quarters in
which many Government employees receive in abysmal conditions. Not everything can
be seen in black and white. While there is widespread unemployment,
the vacancies in many sectors continue to be not filled for technical
reasons.  The private sector also has its share of blame.  While A.
Raja is blamed for the 2G scam, the private parties who bribed the
concerned parties also acted in conspiracy for undue benefits.
Corruption is in the minds and is not specific to any sector.  Those
who are in private sector very well know how some officers working in
purchase department or marketing department do take undue advantage of
their position.  A walk into some of the nearest Airtel, Vodafone or any pvt.
Telecom Relationship Centre or any private distribution centre leaves
an equally  bitter taste in the minds of the common man who feels cheated. 

Many argue that they pay bribe because they have to pay and cannot be held guilty.  If they do not have the guts to stop paying bribe, they should not speak of stopping corruption or any revolution.  The crowds at the Azad Maidan in Mumbai staged a “Jail Bharo” agitation.  Youth came in and out of Police Vans, shouting “I went to jail two times, I went to jail five times”.  Someone even bragging, “I went to jail more than ten times.”  Why the unity displayed by them at the venue is lacking where schools charge exorbitant donations, when babus expect illegal gratification, where public services give unsatisfactory services.  A traffic police constable is seen taking bribe in broad daylight, but onlookers do not have the guts to stop him.  They fear of getting beaten or abused.  Even the one who pays bribe does not mind, as he gets away easily by breaking the law.  The collective mindset of all of us including me has become like, “Someone will do it for us.”  We will throw litter at open places, spit, urinate, break laws at our convenience but do not like it when it affects us.  While we speak of corruption, there is a vast majority of people out here in India including children who do not get to eat even a single meal a day.  There are many, who do not have access to primary education and healthcare.  Farmers are still committing suicides in various parts of the country and female infanticide is on the rise.  I am not mixing up the issues.  I am forced to say all this, because the India Against Corruption Movement which lights candles and mashaals proclaim it as “The Second War of Independence” without knowing the significance of what actual independence means.  It is a loosely coined word used as a marketing lexicon, with the media lapping it up. 

Crowd mentality can be strange and cannot act really as a barometer of any real revolution.  Even a simple road accident, where the persons are seriously injured and battling for life attracts a large crowd, who act as spectators and enthusiastic as they have a story to tell someone some day about it.  It has become so farcical.  Does majority of the crowd know anything about Jan Lok Pal and really believe that the acceptance of the Jan Lok Pal will give us the second independence that India desperately needs. You are either for Hazare or against him, and if you are not for him , then you must be corrupt.  This is not debate.  This is just mindless.  The only consolation amidst such drama is that the much maligned Gandhiji has become an icon for the burger eating and pizza munching generation.  Mahatma Gandhi’s great grandson Tushar has said “there is a difference in the way the two leaders have used fasting as an instrument of protest.  He feels, while for the Mahatma, fasting was a means to “reform an adversary”, in the case of Hazare, a self-professed Gandhian, it was like targeting an “enemy”.  . 
If I say, “I am Anna Hazare” – I am an Indian.  If I say, “I am not Anna Hazare”- I am a traitor.  This subverts the very element of democracy.
Gautam Patel, a practicing lawyer and writer in Mumbai Mirror states that, “the Jan LokPal bill is a bubble-and-squeak legislation, full of yesterday’s leftovers.  It speaks of nominees being “persons with impeccable integrity and a record of public service particularly in the field of fighting corruption.”  Fighting corruption is not a “field” of endeavour, an occupation or a profession.  Who would these persons be, and where might we find them?  Would they include hirsute yogis with penchant for cross-dressing.”
“The Jan Lok Pal arrogates to the LokPal enormous powers, investigative, prosecutorial and punitive, against everyone in public life, from the PM and the higher judiciary to the neighborhood beat cop.  The CBI reports to the LokPal.  The LokPal investigates, prosecutes and imposes penalties directly – including life imprisonment.  To give an idea of the kind of power it demands, Section 8 says the LokPal has the authority to sanction phone taps and communication interceptions against everyone.  If the present government has lost its moral, ethical and constitutional compass, the draftsmen of the Jan LokPal Bill seem to have forgotten the grammar of liberty.

In short, if democracies are run on whipping mindless public emotions and resorting to blackmails –“Frame the laws that I want kind of thing”, then someday we will reach the era of  “stoning criminals to death in open grounds” Taliban style.  The media has failed its duty to report the Anna Agitation in an impartial manner.  The manner in which one was hounded for differing with the Anna Agitation during a media debate on Times Now was disgusting, to say the least.

There are many measures to fight corruption that includes sweeping Police reforms, blacklisting corrupt businessmen, Transparency in Government Tenders/ Orders, including Auction/Sale of Public owned assets, election reforms, transparent and reasonable tax structure, reducing the role of the state and genuine autonomy of the public/ government structure.

Social justice, instilling awareness, equipping all people with access to education, housing and healthcare, effective public distribution are many of the other factors to be fought for along with the fight for corruption and this needs a sustained movement and cannot be solved like making 2-minute Maggi noodles.  Many use the word, “Revolution” without knowing the gravity of what it actually means.  Revolution calls for sacrifice and we must be ready for it.  Our fight against corruption and for all round development must span generations to come.  It does not make sense for many with empty stomach to see people fasting and grabbing media bytes. 

If you go through the excerpts of an interview given by Nandan Nilekani to NDTV, he says that “I think there is no doubt that all of us want to do things to eliminate corruption in our society and I fully sympathise with that motive and the frustration that people feel about corruption. But I think if you really want to do it, it has to be done in a much more holistic and strategic manner. Because there is a part of corruption that is big ticket corruption, there is a part of it that is retail corruption. 

“I find this simplistic notion that you pass some magical Bill and some corruption is going to go away, I find that... frankly... certainly not the way you should be thinking about the issue.

 I am not saying that we don't need a Lokpal Bill. That is for the Parliament to decide - what should be the frame of that bill. I'm just saying that for millions of people corruption is at the point of interaction. When they are trying to get their PDS, when their are trying to get their pension, when they are trying to get their bank account open, when they move from a village to a city and nobody is willing to recognise them. That is where corruption is.”

 “You know, you have the IT industry, the BPO industry, the FMGC industry, the manufacturing industry, the auto industry, the financial industry which are very competitive open market kind of situations. The challenge happens when there is some huge role of government, whether the government is a regulator or the government is a provider of some resource which is scarce or the government is a buyer or whatever. And that interface is where all these issues are, so we need to make that much more transparent, open and deregulated. I mean we need liberalisation very much because finally we are going to have millions of Indians coming into the workforce. And the jobs for those young Indians are going to be created by entrepreneurs. So we need to create a culture where we encourage ethical entrepreneurship.

“you streamline things, you automate things and you create choice. I think choice is very important. See the difference between you and me and somebody in a village is that if you don't like the service in one shop you can go to another shop. So you have a choice, if you get bad service you can go somewhere else. If you don't like this bank you can go to some other bank. You don't like this ATM you go that ATM. So the choice is what empowers you. If you are a person who is a part of the PDS, your name is assigned to only one shop. You can't go anywhere else. So if that particular shop is shut down or is not able to give you service or whatever, you are out of luck. So you have become hostage to that one entity. The moment you make it portable where I can go to either shop A or shop B to get my things suddenly you've empowered me. That you do through a system, you can't do it another way.

            Anyone can go through the detailed discussion on the website of NDTV. 

Today, as we are witness to a nationwide protest against corruption, I should feel proud to say that I respect the institutions of our democracy, but not the corruption by individuals behind it and will fight against them relentlessly.  At the same time, I am also free to say that in our common battle against corruption many like me need not be Anna Hazare.  We do not wave flags, we do not carry candles, we do not go to jails for fun, we do not challenge our democratic setup yet do our duties in our own small way.  We are also Indian.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

I WANT TO DIE


“I won’t spare him.  Sada has challenged me.  He cannot get away like this. I want to die.”

Mishra was shouting like mad.

Dr. Lele was calmly observing him as he steadied Mishra’s hand and injected him to sleep.

Mishra was the CEO of Bros International who had been admitted to J.K. Hospital as he was found to be acting very insanely over the past few days since Sada died in a tragic mishap.  The family of Mishra was deeply worried about his condition.

Dr. Lele was trying to allay their fears in vain as he was coming out of the ICU and strode towards his cabin.

A phone call interrupted Dr. Lele as he was studying the test results carried out on patient Mishra.

“Inspector Gaikwad has come to meet you Sir,” informed the nurse.

“Ok, let him in.”

In a few seconds, Inspector Gaikwad entered his cabin as he shook hands with the Doctor.  Both Lele and Gaikwad were thick friends.

“Is there any improvement in Mishra’s health,” asked the Inspector.

“No.   What happened to this Sada’s case?” asked Dr. Lele

“Well, it seems to be an unfortunate mishap, but Sada’s family is claiming that he has committed suicide.”  said Inspector Gaikwad.

“Well, interesting.  Sada’s other colleagues were busy telling that Mishra was so attached to Sada that he could not stand Sada’s death and hence, got mad” quipped Dr. Lele

“All are chamchas”  laughed Inspector Gaikwad.

Sada was the Personal Secretary to Mishra who was abusive and made Sada work for long hours.

Sada was getting increasingly frustrated by Mishra’s eccentric behavior.  These were days of recession, and he could not even afford to resign from the job as there were not much offers coming his way.

He had a five year old daughter to look after and his demanding wife, who was angry with Sada for not spending enough time with her.

The denial of even a week’s leave by his boss for going to Malppuram to perform ceremony “Vidyarambham” for his daughter proved to be the last straw for Sada.

A highly incensed Sada left his office in the afternoon itself complaining of chest pain.

Sada felt that Mishra had a pointless grudge towards him as if he and his boss were sparring partners since the last seven births.

Mishra always had his final say and was the last one to make amends with anyone.

He never would have thought that Sada could utter a word against him.

That night, when Mishra was fast asleep, his cellphone ringed continuously.  Mishra’s wife scowled at him, as he stumbled to pick the phone only to see that it was Sada on the line.

He looked at the time.

It was 1.00 am.

“What the hell are you doing talking to me at this hour?” Mishra barked.

“You bloody fool.  I am not your slave.  I will call you daily at this hour.  How can you deny my leave?” shouted Sada, in return.

Mishra was taken aback by Sada’s outburst.  Sada was never a rebellious type.  His voice was sharp and clear and he did not even appear to have been drunk.


Mishra gathered himself and shouted back, “I shall dismiss you from service, you bastard.”
Sada laughed loudly, “I challenge you that you can never take any action against me.” and disconnected.

Mishra was fuming as he tried to connect to Sada again and again.  But Sada did not respond.

“Where will he go?  I will see him tomorrow in the office.” murmured Mishra as he went back to sleep.

Next day, Sada did not turn up at office at the usual hour.  Sada was the most punctual and responsible one in the office.

Mishra had made his mind to issue dismissal orders for Sada.

There was a knock on the door of his cabin.

“Sir, there is a bad news.  Sada was run over by a train yesterday afternoon when he was crossing the tracks.” office attendant Kadam informed Mishra

“What, it cannot be possible.” shouted Mishra.

Mishra was stunned, when it was confirmed that Sada died by coming under a speeding train in the afternoon.

If Sada had died at noon time in the earlier day, how could Mishra receive phone call from Sada later at 1.00 am in the morning.

To add to his woes, Sada’s family lodged a police complaint accusing Mishra for the death of Sada, as they alleged that Sada committed suicide unable to bear the tyranny of his boss.

Meanwhile Inspector Gaikwad and Dr. Lele were discussing about Mishra’s mental condition.

Gaikwad said, “Well, I have recorded Sada’s death as a case of accident occurred while Sada was crossing the tracks.  I do not want to waste my time calling it suicide.”

“Thanks”, said Dr. Lele.

“Will Mishra recover from his state?”

“Well, I can’t say.  I have called the Psychiatrist also to examine Mishra.  I think Mishra will recover over a period of time.” said the Doctor.

“Why is Mishra swearing at the name of Sada and wishing to die”, asked the Inspector.

“Mishra is getting obsessed with the thought of punishing Sada for some reason.  Due to his mentally imbalanced state, he is wishing to die so that he can get back to Sada at heaven or hell.” said the Doctor.

Both the Doctor and the Inspector had a hearty laugh.

In the meantime, the cellphone of the Doctor accidentally kept near patient Mishra started ringing.

Mishra got awake by the noise of the cellphone and lifted the phone.  It was Sada on the line.

“What the hell are you doing talking to me at this hour?” Mishra barked.

“You bloody fool.  I am not your slave.  I will call you daily at this hour.  How can you deny my leave?” shouted Sada, in return.

Mishra gathered himself and shouted back, “I shall dismiss you from service, you bastard.”

Sada laughed loudly, “I challenge you that you can never take any action against me.” and again disconnected.

Meanwhile, Dr. Lele realized that he had forgotten to take his cellphone from the ICU and went in again to collect the same as well as check the state of health of Mishra.

To his dismay, he found Mishra’s pulse had already stopped.


Thursday, July 28, 2011

पुसू नका अश्रू



दोन्ही काठाला जोडणारी नदी रुसून गेली कुठेय



उरली फक्त माती त्या मातीत बांधू घरे



या काठाला दरवाजे त्या काठाला खिडक्या



मातीत नव्हे कुंडीत वाढत आहेत झाडे




घरात वाहणारी नळात जमिनी खालून ओढलेलं पाणी नव्हे



हे तर तहाणेने तडपणारी भूमिदेवीचे अश्रू होय



पुसू नका!





                            ..... सुरेश अय्यर 

கண்ணீர்

இரு கரைகளையும் சேர்க்கும் நதி 

காணாமல் போனதே
நேற்று. 

இன்று 
இரு கரைகளை சேர்க்கும் மணல் 
வீடுகளை கட்டும் பொருளானதே 

இக்கரையில் வாசல், அக்கரையில் ஜன்னல் 
தொட்டியில் செடிகள் வளருதே.

வீட்டிற்குள் உபயோகிக்க 
நிலத்தடியிலிருந்து எடுக்கபடுகிறதே 
அது தண்ணீர் அல்ல.

தாகத்தில் தத்தளிக்கும் நம் பூமி தாயின் 
கண்ணீர் !

துடைத்துவிடாதிர்கள்



                        .......  சுரேஷ் அய்யர் 

Sunday, July 17, 2011

ROCKET RAJA - A SHORT STORY

Raja was standing before a busy Railway Junction.  He was a smart young guy.  He was feeling very nervous.  His fingers were itching.  He had to do it anyway.  If he did not do it this time, he will be mocked by his group.  It was tempting, but he was feeling on the edge.  It was almost like a question of Life and Death for him.

The girl passed by him.  She was looking very pretty and was wearing a white top and blue tight fit jeans.  On the T shirt was written the words.

Do Not Look At Me.  I Know I am Hot.


There was a mild scent in the air as she passed him.   The sun was beginning to set and the rays made her gleam.  Too many people were proceeding towards the railway station, while some were buying fruits, napkins, books, household items across many of the stalls.  Some were just huddled in groups chit-chatting.

Raj concentrated on the girl.  He did not know what fate lay in store for him this time.  The first time, he did it; he was chased by the crowd.  The second time, he was almost beaten up but rescued by his companions. 

“Dey, Indha dhadavai miss pannadharaa” shouted one of his companions. (Don’t miss this time).  He could see a group of eve-teasers on the other side of the road.  They whistled at the girl as she moved past them.  Nothing could distract him this time.  He was determined.  Millions of emotions raced through his small mind.

The girl was dodging smartly between the crowd and the roadside hawkers.  His legs were moving swiftly behind the girl and in no time, he came shoulder to shoulder with her.  He gently brushed on her arms and his fingers felt her butt.  The girl did not even have an inkling of his intentions.  He zipped past swiftly and got lost on the crowd.  His face was beaming with pride as he approached his group of companions who watched him with a gasp.  They stood scattered near the staircase of the station. 

What started as a temptation became a habit for him.  He swiftly climbed the stairs and brushed past five in the crowd. 
……………….




This time, they were men, some middle-aged and some young.  It was even better this time. 

Soon it was night.  They sat on the first floor of an under-construction flat.  As one of them removed his pack of cards, the other one remarked “Hey Raja, take the booty out.”  Raja spreads open his bag and dropped the wallets on the floor.  All of them started counting.  They collected coolly a sum of Rs.7,500/-.  They distributed Rs.1400/- among themselves and gave Rs.1900/- to Raja as a reward for his exploits. 

A few credit cards too lay on the floor alongwith a hi-tech mobile phone. 

Raja was a confident young man now.  His fingers worked in a smooth precision with a hidden blade in between.  They zipped into the pockets of unsuspecting men and women like a rocket and came out like lightning.  He became increasingly popular in his group. 

No one calls him Raja anymore.  They call him “Rocket Raja”.

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FEARLESS MUMBAIKARS KEEP THE CITY TICKING

I happened to be in the local train at Dadar Railway Station on 13 July, 2011 just when the blasts shook a few meters outside the Station.  I came to know of this when I reached Ghatkopar, as I was called from my office colleague enquiring about my location.  Memories of previous bomb blasts and attacks on Mumbai haunted like a recap to my mind.  I thought it may be some other instance of serial attack on local trains or markets in Mumbai.  I heaved a sigh of relief that I was safe and was feeling equally guilty about this feeling.  As I reached Dombivli, I came to know of the exact news.  So scared was I that I rushed past the crowded station and reached home.  I felt relief to see that not much damage was done.  I may sound insensitive at this point, but only a Mumbaikar will understand the crazy pangs faced by him or her after each time, such an attack takes place.

I remember my engagement date which was one day before the August 25, 2003 bomb blasts at Gateway of India.  I used to have a stroll at the Gateway of India quite near my office near my lunch hours.  My first call came from my fiancée then, now my wife that whether I was safe.  This was our first conversation after our engagement.  Fortunately, I did not go to office that day, as I was in Kalyan for filing my Income Tax Returns.

It reminded me of the14 Mar 2003 Mulund blast.  At least ten commuters, including four women, were killed and 70 injured in an explosion near the first class ladies compartment of a local train in Mumbai.  The incident occurred when the train was entered Mulund station around 2045 IST on Thursday.  I happened to be in the train right behind the attacked train and was not even aware when the incident happened, as my train passed through Mulund.  It was only after I reached Thane that I got the news and managed to reach home after a very scary moment in the train.
The 11 July 2006 Mumbai train bombings were a series of seven bomb blasts that took place over a period of 11 minutes on the Suburban Railway in Mumbai, capital city of the Indian state of Maharashtra and the nation's financial capital.  It was evening time past 18.00 hrs.  I came to know of this around 19.00 hrs when my train was crossing Dadar.  People around were talking of the serial blasts like a running commentary.  Some were gossiping, some were shouting, some were laughing but deep within all of them including me, there was a lurking fear that some bomb may explode from under our seats leaving our life to nothing.  I thought about my parents, my dear wife and prayed all along that nothing should happen to this train.  It is easy writing a blog in a secure environment and expressing bravado.  But at such times of distress, when we are involved in the thick of things, we fear for our life.  We call our friends, relatives, neighbors, check whether all are safe and try to rest in peace.
During the month of November, 2008, I always came home by the 21.30 Dombivli semi-fast local from CST due to work pressure.  It was sheer coincidence that on November 26, 2008, I felt very tired in office and decided to leave immediately after 1800 hrs only to know later that there was a terror attack in CST Railway Station at around the same time when I took the Dombivli local for home.  The action then shifted to the Taj right behind a few meters from our office.  We were scared and I did not go to office the next day too.
The disturbing fact I wish to convey through my above experiences is that people in Mumbai have begun to use the date of bomb blasts as a reference point for some occasion. 
During this bomb blast, I was here.  During that bomb blast, I was there.
 The only consolation was that locals and buses plied on time during such emergencies and people kept moving to prevent commotion.  Chest beating and angry outbursts look good only in movies, but when you encounter an unknown enemy, it is better to behave in a sane manner. 
In that context, I find the people of Mumbai to be the most fearless and warm amongst all the cities in India.  People who come from outside India are the best judge as they testify to this fact that Mumbai embraces all people with generosity unparalleled.  The attacks on North Indians and solitary instances of harassment are breaking news only in the media, but everyone feels safe and secure in the city as the community stands more and more united with each passing attack.  The Zaveri Bazar, where places of worship of various faiths co-exist is the best example to this fact.  Despite being prone to multiple attacks, communities in Zaveri Bazaar never doubted each other and stay united.  People have become more vigilant and equally united.  It is only in the world outside that people wedge enmity and look at these attacks through the narrow confines of religion. 
Life moves in Mumbai not because they are insensitive but we have to earn our daily bread and butter.  Day before yesterday, when I was in my usual morning commute reading a Marathi Novel in a densely crowded train, a middle-aged man standing right next to me collapsed suddenly and fell down.  People around suddenly rushed and made him get up.   Those who were sitting vacated their seats and made way for him to sit and offered him water.  It put a smile in my face that everything is right in Mumbai.  Mumbai may appear tough in the exterior but deep inside it is very sensitive and kind.

Friday, July 15, 2011

IS DEATH A NUMBER?

One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Hated this maths as a kid
Thrust on us by God knows who
Is life a number?

One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Bullets spray around
Bombs blast around
Who allows these numbers?


One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Hundreds dead
Thousands injured
Why make us count these numbers?

One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Survivors are fortunate numbers
The Dead are the forgotten numbers
Ain’t we sick of these numbers?

One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Religions created for love
Targeted for hate
Do we really need these spiritual numbers?

One, two, three, four
Animals can’t count
Only a man can
Why not be back to the primitive ages
Do we need these numbers?


One, two, three four
Count the numbers
Hate this maths even now
Thrust on us by God knows who
Is death a number?

---- Suresh M Iyer

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

THE ROOT CAUSE OF TERRORISM IN INDIA

It is a bit unfortunate that we as a country are facing hostilities from our neighboring countries since independence.  Pakistan since its creation has always harbored terrorist elements against India with an intention to destabilize our country.  China the Big Brother supports Pakistan in their endeavor to divide India.  We face threats from Bangladesh and from Sri Lanka in the South.  Since we have open borders with Nepal, terrorists use Nepal as easy entry and exit points.  Our borders with Pakistan and Bangladesh are porous and not fully sealed.  We face trouble on the North -East side with China claiming Arunachal Pradesh.  These countries hobnob with these terrorists and have helped them to establish their bases from where they can carry out their evil acts.  So, all the expertise for planting Bombs on soft targets comes from these countries.  But not everything can be done from these foreign bases.  So they take advantage of the unemployed youth and others who fall easy prey to their indoctrination and create local groups who forment trouble in all cities across India.  While many of the educated youth associated with fields like IT openly take part in aiding terrorist activities, it is the uneducated and poor who are always at the front of such battles.  Elite people among the terrorists never become human bombs.  They hide themselves in safe comforts and incite the less privileged to carry out evil acts in the name of jihad.  They take help from some political class and the corrupt officials provide fodder for their entry and exit from India.
So Terrorism is not about Muslims only and their quest for Jihad. Not all Muslims are terrorists and not all terrorists are Muslims.  India's 140 million Muslims are a salutary negation of the facile thesis about Islam's incompatibility with democracy. The terrorists that we encounter today are not men who commit evil acts out of revenge.  For these men indoctrinated by outfits like the Al Qaeda and the Dawood gangs, terrorism is a full fledged profession.  The cold blooded killers associated with the serial blasts in and around Dadar today went about with their tasks with clinical precision. They did it because it was a job they wanted to do.  Only few Muslims believe that these phonies are fighting for any cause but their own.  Hindus have stopped fulminating against terror despite the heavy toll it takes each time.  For these terrorists who are invisible, they have no Agenda.  They do it in the name of Jihad or some linguistic or religious cause, which a common man does not identify himself with.   
India earned its reputation as a soft state that can be intimidated into meeting terrorists' demands.  Our then foreign minister in the year 1999 in the month of December personally escorted three terrorists freed by India in order to secure the release of passengers of a hijacked Indian Airlines flight to Taliban controlled Afghanistan.  This act led to the 9/11 attack in New York as one of these very terrorists was later implicated in the 9/11 attacks.  Tough rhetoric and reactive government policies and Draconian acts like the POTA will not serve the cause for curbing such terrorism.  It will only result in violation of human rights and engineer more youth to fall prey to such terrorist organizations.  We have to break out of this trap that we have imposed on ourselves.   
Democratic politics, political freedoms, civil liberties and religious tolerance must be protected at all costs.  The corruption and politicization of the police forces must be minimized.  We need a dedicated and an unbiased police force.  Criminalization of politics and funding for elections must stop.  Instead, we have number of parliamentarians with pending criminal cases.  Some jailed parliamentarians also cast their vote on important National issues which is alarming!  Lack of accountability and Corruption, act as a fodder for these terrorists in many ways.  Terrorism prospers and thrives in such conditions. In a way, Poverty is an incubator of terrorism and a root cause of corruption.  It breeds the Naxalites and the local terrorist groups.   The government needs to be tough in implementing reforms to maintain rapid economic growth and uplift the status of its downtrodden people.
More importantly, India's terrorism problem is largely specific to Kashmir.  There is a difference between terrorists and freedom fighters and one should not equate them.  India must muster International support in this issue and put pressure on Pakistan to stop supporting these terrorists.  India habitually points fingers at Pakistan which is the hotbed and the epicentre of terrorism all around the world.  But merely pointing fingers will not help matters.  For a small country like Pakistan to be able to infiltrate groups of Indians and recruit them to the terrorist's cause indicates failures of the intelligence on the other hand.  We have to look into this fact.  There is no co-ordination between the central intelligence agencies and the states.  Each points a finger at others each time a bomb blast takes place.  This is matched by the flaws of the criminal justice system, which is rudimentary by the standards of mature democracies.  Whether it is the Bombay bomb blasts of 1992 or the Gujarat riots in 2002, justice takes many years to deliver.  Justice has neither been done, nor seen to be done.  India needs to be tough but not reactionary to the causes of terrorism.  Its high time, we learn the lessons and rise over petty politics for the sake of our nation.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

AM I THE DIGITAL KING?

Like a spider I weave my web to live
My day begins with login
Ends with logoff

Password activates my soul, brings it alive
Find peace with friends’ online, offline
Chatting, sending messages of mine

Logging me in different roles
Find company in many, love in few
Web is my kingdom
Live like a king with many wives
Free to befriend those who love
Free to shun those who hate

Is web my prey or am I its victim?
Deeply embedded in this web of mine
I dread the day, everything goes offline
To be declared dead before am actually dead.