Maya vs. Modi: A Tale of Two Celebrations

Behenji (Mayawati) recently celebrated 75th anniversary of Shri Kanshi Ram and 25 years of the formation of BSP by organizing a ‘maharally’. It is speculated that the ‘maharally’ cost the state exchequer a whopping 500 crores - more than the annual turnover of a mid sized company.

Behenji was also honoured by being garlanded a colossal garland strewn with currency notes of 1000 rupees. While the media and the opposition parties are pegging the worth of the garland to be anything around 3 to 5 crores, I would like to rewind just a little bit and draw behenji’s kind attention to the unfortunate incident a fortnight ago at Pratapgarh, where 65 innocent lives were lost to a stampede. Madam CM had then said that the state was under ‘acute financial constraints’ and hence would not be able to give compensation to the kin of the dead. Madam CM, if your garland indeed was having currency notes worth rupees 5 crores; I would kindly request you to pluck just a few of them. Even if the kin of dead is compensated with rupees 5 lakhs each, it would amount to rupees 3.25 crores and hence it would still leave out currency worth rupees 1.75 crores to be garlanded around your worthy neck. I sincerely hope that you are not put in great amount of botheration as I ask for this great personal compromise and sacrifice to your grandeur. I also hope that your party workers and other suckers in your administration would conjure up more of people’s hard earned tax money from the state exchequer to put yet another and bigger garland around your neck the next time, to compensate for this compromise that I am requesting you to do.

Cut to Gujarat and to a gentleman by the name of Shri Narendra Modi. Again, not too long ago a function was held in Gujarat that involved the CM of the state. It was an auction of various gifts and souvenirs that he receives at various functions. As many as 1,173 gift articles were auctioned generating an amount of Rs. 1.25 Crores, which would be spent on girl’s education in the state. There’s one more thing to Narendra Modi – he charges a certain sum of money if you want him to be a guest at your function or at your place i.e. any function which may not be directly related to the official business of the Government of Gujarat. Again, he donates all such money collected to the cause of girl’s education in the state.

What this throws up, is a contrast of not just the two political functionaries, but of two substantially different political and social cultures. I don’t even want to compare the road infrastructure or the power (electricity) situation in the two states, simply because you can not have a bout between a feather weight and a heavy weight. Gujarat is light years ahead of a state like UP on such indicators. Having seen and stayed in a city like Ahmedabad, one would be forced to wonder if a place like UP is a part of the same country.

However, I do want to debate and ponder over one thing - making mockery of democracy that this lady has got so used to. Mayawati to me in fact is a picture of the dysfunctions of a democratic system in a setup like India’s. She scoffs at the system that gets her into power. She takes the support of a democratic process only to act farcically feudal, once in power. Political vendettas, whimsical transfers and suspensions of officials, bad-mouthing the media and other politicians, sickeningly indulging in self-worshipping – Mayawati has stooped to all time new lows in Indian politics. The lady claims to be the messiah of the poor and dalits, but all she does in the name of governance and administration is build her own statues worth crores in public memorial parks. And the only thing that can happen to poor with such farce of a governance is that they would become poorer. This in turn leads to problems like out-migration and crime.

But the malady actually runs deeper. The poor and the uneducated elect people like Mayawati. And they continue to remain poor and uneducated due to such governance and policies, and hence would continue to bring to power people like her time and again. Thus, unless the basics of a civil society are in place, the edifice will continue to be wrecked by political rot at the top. India is mammoth and so are her problems. India’s social and cultural values are already in place, economy is doing good, although poverty continues to be one big problem; it is only the political set up that continues to disappoint. Hope the country manages to see much better, responsible, civilized and accountable polity in future.

(Image courtesy Khaleej Times and Google Images.)

Shut up. Just shut up, shut up.

Shut up Shahrukh: I know, you are a superstar. You have the gift of the gab. You are witty, you are humorous. Your right to talk is probably greater than an average Joe’s right to express himself. And you also have right to abuse that right of yours, which you have done quite adequately from time to time.

Behind that ‘I am the most secular’ facade of yours, you do smack of parochialism form time to time. But the superstar that you are, and the charming and witty ways that you have; it is not only difficult to accuse you of being parochial, but it is almost impossible not to fall in line with your words. And in calling you parochial, it is almost impossible not to get labeled as parochial oneself.

Please correct me if I am wrong. If you didn’t like Pakistani players being left out, why didn’t your team pick them up? Or, why did you not open that charming mouth of yours before the auction against the ‘diktat’, if there was any. If you already had been instructed, either by the cricket board or by the government to steer clear from the Pakistani players, you should have spoken up before the auction. That would have been the right time to raise the issue, and you would have got more and unbiased support from all quarters. If you chose not to speak up then, please shut up now.

The only purpose that you can possibly serve by speaking up now, is fan the feelings of parochialism. That’s exactly that you did. Congratulations! You know, that you will get a 1000 pseudo-secularist in this country if you call for one. When was the last time your charming mouth said anything about the displaced Kashmiri pandits, if being secular is so close to your heart? Your mouth or any of those 1000 pseudo-secularists’ mouths, for that matter. So stop abusing that lime light of yours. Stop abusing that ‘your-word-is-holier-than-most’ power that you command by default.

Pakistan and the Pakistani players are known to court trouble. What if for some reason, the franchises are not able to use the services Pakistani players, after paying lakhs of rupees. See what Afridi did in Australia? How can you blame anyone for steering clear of such ‘un-sportsmen’ like sports men? As a part of IPL and hence cricket, where are your comments on that incident now? And Sohail Tanvir? The player, who earned lakhs in the first edition of IPL, claims in an interview on Pakistani TV channel that ‘Hindus are like that only’. Hindus?? He said Hindus Shahrukh, and not Indians. Now who is bringing religion in sports??

So stop beating hard on that pseudo-secularist drum of yours. Because you are not secular. No one is. Take my advice. Just shut up.



Shut up ‘Mumbai Goons’: You have no right to protest the ‘racism’ against Indians in Australia. What are you doing to your fellow Indians in Mumbai? What is your piece of advice to all the Marathi people working in Bangalore, Gurgaon or USA? Take my advice. Just shut up.



Shut up Chetan Bhagat: Chetan, don’t undo the good (of writing a good book) that you have done, by being a cry baby now. Let us enjoy the movie. Take my advice. Just shut up. Opps! Looks like you saw this blog coming, you already have shut up.



Shut up Vijay Assudani: No matter how long a blog you write, you are not going to get any hits. No one gives a s*it. Take my advice. Just shut up.

On My All Fours

The very first images of ajmal kasab and the other terrorists gave me a cold sweat. It is one year to the dastardly act of terrorism that shook India. But even now the image of ajmal kasab in his black t-shirt and cargo pants, a haversack on his back and preparing to fire with his AK 47, cooks up a mix of emotions. And you say to yourself this is what fear looks like. Fear doesn’t mean you are a coward. This is not the kind of fear that you experience as you are about to leap in bungee jumping, or you prepare to rappel down a mountain cliff. That is more primal kind of fear. Man has known that kind of fear for hundreds of years now. Even when man was not man yet.

This is a new kind of fear. Man’s ingenuity really knows no boundaries. If this is where evolution is going, I would rather humankind stops evolving. Or better still, I would be happy enough to go down on my all fours again. I would rather die finding food or a mate, than for some kind of false group-identity that man has created and continues to fool himself with.

And after every such blood shed, all we can muster to say is terrorism lost- we won. We won?? Pardon me. We lost more than 170 innocent lives to mindless terror on 26/11. How can we win? How can any body win in this mindlessness? Reopening our hotels and shops, or travelling by the local the day after bomb blasts is not victory. It is merely staying honest and dedicated to our vocations and daily chores at best, and a meek surrender to life’s mundane helplessness at worst.

That misplaced feeling of victory and ‘resilience’ apart; we are as much sitting ducks today, as we were a year ago. What happened on 26/11 a year ago is a shameful, shocking and frightening reflection on the state of preparedness of our internal security set up. And this when we had Mumbai Police in action- probably the best in the country. No doubt we witnessed instances of exemplary courage by Mumbai police. Some brave men lying down their lives in the line of duty – but the question is, was it needed? When kasab and abu ismail were on the loose near CST and Cama hospital, what kind of professional competence does it reflect as three senior police officers got killed? This, when the police had a chance to kill them in the premises of Cama hospital itself where they had been holed up for almost 45 minutes. Please, let us have martyrs for far-far bigger causes, and not for tactical errors. Please let us not loose some of our fine men in uniform to utter lack of preparedness in future.

So as we observe the one year anniversary of Mumbai attacks, let’s question our own existence. Let’s question what right does a trigger happy, illiterate street urchin – who probably hasn’t used a branded toothpaste in his life – have, to snuff out innocent lives from this earth. The next time any such cannibal walks with a piece of molded metal in his hand, let’s question what preparedness do we have to shoot him in his temple before he gets to pull the trigger? What preparedness – and eagerness really - do we have to tell him that it’s your existence that indeed is a burden on this earth, and not us.

The Candle Burns At Both Ends?

(Just to get the context right. This blog was written in January, 2009 but is being published now.)

Two news items particularly caught my attention last week- ‘IIT student commits suicide as he fails to get placement’ and ‘Former IAS officer and Time hero Gautam Goswami dies’. Immediately, I knew the week is going to be a bit gloomy for me. It saddened me to see two of the country’s brightest talents leaving this world in such an unfortunate and tragic manner.

The IIT student (G Suman) had completed his M. Tech. from IIT Kanpur but failed to get placed. To me this event was tragic not only because it was a sad loss of such a talented life; but also because it brought out in open, very starkly, the anomaly that our society is witnessing. Sure we do have lots of sectors opening up, throwing up new job opportunities; but an economy and a society that can not find a job for a post graduate from a premier technology institute has a lot of soul searching to do. So, here we have, a (well paying) job for a commerce graduate who has done a certification course in SAP or any such IT course; but we fail to find a job for a post graduate from IIT. Don’t get me wrong, I have absolutely nothing against a commerce graduate, or anybody getting placed after doing his SAP certification; but its absolutely lamentable when we can not guarantee employable opportunities for people pursuing studies which are academically more pure and disciplined, if I may say so. I mean, you can boast about your MBA degree (even though you might have got it from an institute which is on the third and fourth floors of a shopping complex); but if you have done a M.Sc. from the state university, having a sprawling campus, you would be a non entity.

The educationists and the planners have their task cut out. One can expect that in future one would witness emergence of new streams - like we have witnessed the emergence of bio-technology or Information Technology - only and only if we have sound foundation in pure sciences. If the system is skewed so much so that the youth today simply jumps to the employable streams (by taking up certification courses, or non-descript Business Management courses, etc.) - with the economy in general and employment set up in particular unintentionally encouraging such trend - the long term may spell trouble for us. Whatever happened to the interest and inclination quotient? Where is the matching of skills with careers? Though the economy has churned out employment for a lot of us; it has made commodities out of us in the process.

Increasingly there is less and less number of people genuinely interested in taking up Civil services as a career, for that matter. And this brings my focus to the second news item - that of death of IAS officer Gautam Goswami. His life story - a mix of high academic achievement, professional competence, hero worshipping on one hand, and serious allegations of corruption and malpractices on the other – is also symptomatic of the deeper rot in our society. Gautam had excellent academic credentials (MBBS, MD-gold medalist); but he chose civil services as a career over medicine. He was awarded the prestigious Time magazine’s “Young Asian Achiever Award” for his efforts in flood relief in Bihar in 2004. However, later he was accused of malpractice and siphoning off crorers of rupees in the same flood relief program. He was suspended from the services but later reinstated on health grounds. Gautam died of pancreatic cancer this week.

This was a tragically sad end of a life full of talent and potential. I don’t know whether the accusations hurled at him were true or not. And like umpteen other political scams in this great-great democracy, no one would ever know what the real truth was. In this case however, the truth, whichever way it is, is saddening and lamentable. Because, if Gautam was indeed involved in the scam, the administrative system and the whole political setup indeed, needs to answer a lot – as to how and why did a brilliant, committed and fearless IAS officer go astray. And if he was innocent of the allegations made against him, the whole nation should hang its head in shame. Once again, the country has not only lost a bright officer to the vagaries and malice of our political system, but the concerned officer had to pay a heavy price for it as well.

The message sent out to the youth today is loud and clear. Don’t burn your candles at both ends. Worse still, don’t burn your candle at all. Just borrow the sheen from some incandescent bulb burning nearby

This Is It.

The first time I heard him, I had no idea what is pop, jazz, rock or hip hop. (Nor did I imagine that by the time his time on this earth would be done, he would be a genre by himself).All music to me was classified as either ‘Hindi’ or ‘English’. And it will be pretty safe to say that He (Michael Jackson) was among the first artists to initiate me into the ‘English’ category, along with probably Enigma and Elton John (Sacrifice). Among the first songs that I heard of his was ‘Bad’. Although I couldn’t make a head or tail of what he was singing, he got me hooked instantly. And by the time I bought my first ever English album (Thriller), Michael had well and truly got me a strong footing in the realm of ‘English’ music.

And as I went from naïve to discerning and graduated beyond Enigma to Enya and Alanis Morissette, Michael always held fort. While he effortlessly managed to wear the crown of the ‘King of Pop’, endeavors in his personal life were far from effortless. Born in the family of musicians, he was destined to touch greatness. He was the youngest among the Jackson brothers and easily the most talented as well. As the music and entertainment world saw in years to come, it was not only his singing and music, but also his superlative dancing skills that made him a complete rock star and a complete entertainer. Michael epitomized entertainment. And if you ever heard of people loving their profession, a look at Michael while performing on stage was a proof enough that he belonged there and loved every moment of it. Whatever the state of his life off stage; on stage he felt possessed.

And what makes this king of pop stand all the more tall as a human being is the fact that he was a giver. He gave away his childhood for the cause of not only music, with which he was immensely blessed, but also for all the expectations that came with it. He would never know what a careless and joyful childhood is, as he started performing with his brothers at a very tender age. He gave the entertainment world the magic that it would have never known. It in deed was magic, whatever he did. It was far beyond music. Never ever the music and entertainment world has seen such a diverse and mass fan following. Never ever the world has seen thousands trying to impersonate one person and his brand of art. He was a genre in himself. Never ever the world has seen or will ever see, one person capture the imagination of people cutting across the lines of race, caste, country, colour, sex and even age. If it was not for Michael, we would have never known what ‘Moon Walking’ is. If it was not for Michael, I would have not known that pelvic thrust and crotch clenching can not be vulgar. No other generation would be as lucky and as blessed as the one which witnessed this legend in flesh and blood.

What makes this man taller is also what he had to go through in his life. That how the world expressed its gratitude towards all what he had to offer. From the accusations of child abuse to the merciless persecution about his cosmetic treatments and other aspects of his personal life; the world made sure that Michael died a troubled soul. It’s not about the truth or falsity of such accusations, but the real pain is how such things overshadowed the beauty of his soul. Or, how the world easily forgot that his music had made their troubles melt away every time it saw him perform. Or the callous assumption that he had no right to show the slightest signs of being human, lest it reminds all of us of our own weakness and vulnerability. Time and again world has tested beautiful souls. Michael was no exception.

And as I ponder as to what it is that makes beauty and goodness intolerable to this world, I can not but thank Michael. Thanks for touching that indescribable part of me and my life with your gift. Thanks for giving us a glimpse of the talent and goodness that this mankind is capable of. Thanks also, for showing the basic human vulnerability and the grit to stand up to your difficult moments. Thanks for walking this earth and making this journey that bit exciting, for all of us. One of my constant complaints about life is that it has no background music. Because if it had, I would be playing ‘Heal The World’ as I pay my little tribute to you. So long Brother!! This is it.