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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