Wednesday, August 15, 2012

VIGNETTES OF TURKEY - TONGUE-IN-CHEEK



Vignettes of Turkey – Tongue-in-cheek

I landed in Bombay in the early hours of an October morning last year, back home from a 16-day 3,500-km long tour of the Western half of Turkey. I came back suffering acutely from culture-shock, and relieved that I was an Indian. Let me explain.

On landing in Istanbul I was struck by the absolute – not relative, but absolute – cleanliness on the streets. Not a piece of litter, not a scrap of paper, and certainly no pan-stains. And this was not just on the broad spaces and wide roads outside the airport, but right upto the Sultanahmet district where I was put up. My shock worsened when I saw the same fetish for cleanliness as I rode through the small towns of Turkey – Kanakalle, Kusadasi, Marmaris, Fetheye . . . Strange, I thought, these guys don’t seem to have anything to do but to keep their surroundings clean!

Next, the silence – long spells of eerie, nerve-wracking silence. No honking on the streets, and if there was someone in the way a very gentle toot sufficed. Even ordinary conversation seemed muted. Yes, the vendors in the Spice Market and the Grand Bazaar of Istanbul did shout, but almost apologetically so.

And then the historical monuments – the amphitheatre, the temples - beautifully preserved and painstakingly restored from centuries B.C. All without a Rajesh etching in stone for posterity his immortal love for a Smita.

All this left me a nervous wreck! I just could not take in the restraint and the restrictions!

And then I pondered. How lucky was I to be in free, democratic India – where I can exercise my fundamental right of freedom of expression. Freedom to litter, freedom to spit, even to piss where I pleased. Freedom to shout and swear and scream, and to make money through corrupt practices.

And the taxi driver who drove me home from the airport yesterday morning epitomised that freedom. I saw his spirits soar as he broke every traffic rule, ran through every traffic light, swore as his taxi ran into potholes left by the BMC as if to remind us of Their existence, left his signature of pan-masala spittle on the road, and honked furiously at invisible pedestrians in his way. And as I inhaled in lungfuls the lovely, sweet stench of Mahim Creek and saw the mountains of garbage all around, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I was home.









Sunday, August 12, 2012

ASSAM VIOLENCE IN SOUTH BOMBAY


I am agitated, and I must write this. I sensed that trouble was brewing as I drove to my office yesterday at about 2 in the afternoon. As I passed Churchgate station I saw several young men in groups of 4 to 7 walking purposefully towards New Marine Lines. What set this group apart was that they were wearing caps proclaiming their religious identity. This was distinctly odd in Churchgate, I thought to myself, where nobody really bothers about your ethnic, religious or linguistic background. Their body language and gestures as they talked told me that these fellows were in no way going for a peaceful prayer meeting. Little did I realize that they were on their way to Azad Maidan for their cocktail of arson and mayhem.  

This morning as I read the newspapers I was shocked and appalled at the senseless rioting that claimed 2 lives and crores in property-damage. The reason? These guys were protesting the killing of Muslims in Assam and Myanmar (Burma). The organisers? According to the TOI a dozen Sunni Muslim organisations, prominent among them being the Raza Academy.

I got nowhere in my quest to find some logic and reason behind this violence. In fact, I was flooded with more questions than answers that came from all corners of my mind. Why Myanmar, for instance? Why not Syria where Syria’s president Bashar al-Assad is trying to crush a 17-month old revolt against his rule, in which more than 18,000 people have been reportedly killed? Why no protests against the 846 killed in Egypt’s revolution? And why no protests against Tunisia where as many as 300 people have been killed and 700 injured during the month-long uprising in early 2011? And pray, why not against Libya where about 50,000 people were killed since the start of the uprising, according to Dawn of Pakistan? And why not against Pakistan where bombing Shias and Ahmedias has become a state-sanctioned pastime? Why were no protest marches launched against the embassies of these countries, particularly against Pakistan? Is it the contention of the Raza Academy that it’s OK for Muslims to kill Muslims?
And why no sympathy (this is the least that I expect) for the 250 Hindus seeking asylum in India following reports of forcible conversions? Are these guys trying to create a communal wedge, this time in Bombay? This was the one thought that came to me in the utter confusion following yesterday’s madness in my backyard.

The only voice of reason (Where are the others? Why are they silent?) that I read was that of Maulana Wahiduddin Khan in Mumbai Mirror. “A large number of Bengali Muslims migrated from Bangladesh and settled in the area. It is strange how the government failed to check this illegal migration. . . It is the Muslim tendency to maintain their cultural identity wherever they settle. I think this is not a correct practice. They do this in every country”, said he. These Raza guys will undoubtedly brand him a traitor. Instead of burning public property in Bombay, these guys would do well to go to the jungles of Assam and try to alleviate the suffering of their co-religionists. And never mind if they ignore the original locals who are equally affected, if not more. At least someone will be given succour.

If only the Raza Academy had sent sms’s to protest against corruption and other social ills and gathered in thousands as they did yesterday, they would have been part of the mainstream and of the nation-building process. Alas!

As for the police who were roundly thrashed by these miscreants, they have their images on camera – of a few of them at least. Why not chuck them into jail along with the ringleaders of this Academy and throw away the key? But I know this won’t happen. 2014 is not very far away.




Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Red Light syndrome

I was a little disappointed, and a little sad, at reading the small pocket news item a few days ago in the Bombay edition of the DNA. It concerned the penalty of Rs. 3.75 lakhs slapped on Subodh Kumar, the previous Municipal Commissioner of the BMC by his successor and the present MC – for using a red light car 3 months after he retired. Mr. Kumar IAS was apparently an officer of high integrity, a quality that is in shorter supply than clean air in Bombay. Builders hated him, and tried their best to ease him out of that post. They could not because he had the full support of the CM himself. That itself is a sure indication that the man was incorruptible. And then he threw it all away by doing something absolutely silly! He got someone to give him a car with a beacon, 3 months into his retirement.

This is what bothers me. As a probationer at the Mussoorie Academy I looked upon with amazement and awe at the sight of the DC of Dehra Dun travelling in an entourage of 8 white Ambassadors, red lights flashing even at two in the afternoon. We who were strolling on the Mall were ushered to one side to see the Great Momo zip past us. The colonial masters left in 1947, only to be replaced by desi masters of a poorer quality. Subodh Kumar unfortunately, though of impeccable integrity as widely reported, did not forget similar incidents that he must have experienced in his long career in the IAS.

But why blame the babus alone for this? Some 20 years ago I was in HQ when we had appointed someone who is now a well-respected Senior Advocate in his early seventies to argue our case at the High Court. His condition: he must be driven to the High Court and back in the official car with the beacon flashing. At the behest of the Chief Commissioner I invited this advocate to have tea with the CC. When the CC called me to his room it was in time to see this advocate finish his tea and tell the CC fawningly with an embarrassingly false smile what a privilege it was to argue for the Government, and yes he would bill us the taxi fare!

A few years later I had a similar experience when I invited an HRD expert with a leading confectionary company to address our officers at the Training Division at Mahalaxmi. “Of course, you will send me the office car, wont you?” I sent him the diesel Matador van that should have been junked decades earlier. That was the last this expert and I saw of each other.

When I was posted at Ahmedabad a college friend who was settled there since long had a strange request to make. Could I join him and his family for ghar ka khana on a week day, he said with emphasis and finality? Sure, I said, would be delighted. “But just a small request please, if it’s not too much of a bother. Could you come in your office car, the one with the red light? And could you please pick me up from my office so that we could go together?” As we neared his house in a society at Satellite there was one more request. “Could you please ask the driver to switch on the siren?” Disappointment was writ large on my friend’s face when I told him that my car did not have a siren. The following day he called and in a state of excitement thanked me profusely. His stock had shot up by leaps and bounds in his housing society that evening!

So, I guess we all like our Red Light Areas.

VALUE OF HUMAN LIFE IN INDIA

Just what is the value of a human life in India? I seethe with silent helpless rage when I see on the news channels that a young newly born's life is snuffed out in Jallandhar. Why? Because the parents could not pay Rs. 200/- to the hospital to keep the baby on the incubator! The CM's reaction on TV? "Aise haadse toh hote rehte hain"! Incredible! Reminds one of R.R. Patil's famous line after 26/11 "Chhote mote banaav hote rehta hain".

A young under-aged spoilt brat slams at 80 kmph his father's Honda into an elderly Mr Maroo on his morning walk, hits a couple of policemen and rams into two taxies. What happens? He is out on bail - for Rs. 15,000/-. That's what Mr Maroo, an industrialist in Bombay, is worth.

And what about the families of our soldiers who died fighting the enemy - both within and on our borders? Has the government, or we, spared them a thought?

And the value of those who are victims of hit-and-run incidents, and those caught in the cross-fire of riots, and those who die of jaundice and dengue and malaria only because the municipalities cannot enforce cleanliness and hygiene? Ha ha, you guessed it. Rs. 0.00.

Are we living in a civilised society of Manoj Kumar's Mere Desh ki Dharti sona ugle ugle heere moti, or Naipaul's Area of Darkness?! I'd like to ask just one question to our freedom fighters? Can you honestly look into the mirror today, in 21st century India, and say "Our fight was worth it"?

Yes, friends, I am in a state of depression right now - but I know I will bounce back, because "Aise haadse toh hote rehte hain". In the meantime the words MERA BHARAT MAHAAN seem to be a very cruel joke.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Thomas Hobbes’ LEVIATHAN – early 17th century



Watching the 9 o clock news almost always leaves me depressed. I am convinced it is not for the faint-hearted. And I wish there was a channel only for good news – news without uncaring DGPs, news without war, news without child torture, news without death by violence. But I know equally well that there will be few sponsors for a channel like that, so I, for one, am stuck with depression. To come back to tonight’s news. The focus was on sheer lawlessness; a breakdown of law and order; indeed, a breakdown of basic governance. Let’s begin with Assam. The news of the molestation is as suddenly blanked out as it had appeared, the only lingering image being of the DGP who was casual, almost uncaring, in his responses to the news channels. The DGP of Bihar was no better. The only vestige of respectability was that he was not chewing paan with spittle trickling down one corner of the lips. He seemed least bothered that Pritam, a young lad of 25, was mercilessly hunted down by goons in broad daylight at a railway station after he complained to the cops about the theft of documents. Pritam’s father heaped the ultimate insult on the DGP within the limits of decency when he said pitifully, What can you expect when the highest police official tells lies! In Sitapur, UP, a DSP uncovers the face of a dead victim with his shoe, and is absolutely unrepentant when the news channels spoke to him. Worse, the CM of UP parried questions with a toothy smile. If the phrase ‘Heaping insult on injury’ was to be played out, it deserved an Oscar tonight. And what about Haryana – an HRD executive, legs broken so that he could not run, and set ablaze so decisively and viciously that he could be identified only by his teeth. The CM pretends to be helpless. Welcome, folks, to Jungle Raj!

In the early 17th century Thomas Hobbes wrote his epic on political science – Leviathan. Hobbes postulated what life would be like without government, a state of nature, as he called it. In that state, each person would have a right, or license, to everything in the world, and to do anything that he pleased. Without government life would be “solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short”.

We are heading towards that state.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Public Life - City Polls 2012

Is Bombay beyond redemption? Looking at the number of PILs filed against the BMC in the Bombay High Court it would certainly seem so. Dirty drinking water, illegal constructions, indiscriminate digging up of roads, mangrove hacking, traffic nightmares – you name it, the Bombay High Court is seized of the matter.

What is going wrong in the BMC?

We know the answers. No, let us not use polite terms. It’s high time we called a spade a spade. Pure and simple, Bombay has buckled under its own weight of greed, pelf, sloth and corruption. We are governed by people who would not get employed as daily-wage workers in the BMC. In perfect co-ordination our elected representatives and the BMC officials have collectively destroyed the city. Take a look at the performance of our beloved glorious municipal councillors in just “A” Ward:

Name Attendance Questions Asked Money Spent

Geeta Kanojia 132/175 8 Rs. 98,92,171/-
Vijaya Dhulla 147/208 2 Rs. 95,80,775/-
Vinod Shekhar 192/273 111 Rs. 91,27,221/-
Prema VSingh 171/186 0 Rs. 1,00,46,153/-

Only Vinod Shekhar out of the above is a graduate, has asked the most questions, and spent the least (on what, is another issue). The others have barely scraped through SSC. Take a look at the money spent by them on civic amenities, education and health – and ask yourself “Where has this money gone”? Your first guess will be the right answer. These figures have been taken from praja.org. Visit this site. It will be a revelation. The story is similar in other Wards as well.

Is there a solution? Yes there is. I read an interesting article in this Sunday’s (Feb 27) Hindustan Times, titled “How citizens can get ready for 2012 city polls”. It has convinced me there is some hope for us yet. The author, Vaibhav Purandare, tells us how. There are about 124 constituencies in the city, including reserved constituencies. Each constituency has on an average 40,000 eligible voters. Fifty per cent of these voters do not vote (That they are the most vocal critiques of the administration is another thing). That leaves us with 20,000 votes. Get just around 7000 votes, and you become a councillor.

So, why am I mentioning these stats?

It’s time we took matters in our hands. Enough is really enough. We must identify a few persons in our localities who are concerned about the all-pervading rot, persuade them to stand as candidates, back them, and spread the word. Bombay has the largest and the finest pool of entrepreneurs and managers. The ideal candidate in my view is one in his 60s, educated (naturally), retired, preferably with corporate experience or a professional or an academician, one who still has a fire in his belly and a desire to utilise his time in a fruitful, constructive and goal-oriented manner.

Once upon a time not very long ago our city guardians were those venerable Parsi gentlemen whose statues adorn the Flora Fountain, Metro and Gowalia Tank areas. They made Bombay what it was by showing the way. We too can, and we must.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Godse's Last Speech

A friend mailed me Godse’s last speech. I made a Google search, and sure enough, the speech was there. I have read it with great interest – an interest borne out of curiosity alone - because I tried to fathom from Godse’s address whether there was any rational basis for his hatred for Gandhi. I must confess I got nowhere.

What was the freedom and the “just interests” of some thirty crore Hindus that Godse was trying to safeguard that were not already there? From the little that I have read of India’s economic history the Hindus were clearly more prosperous and better educated than the Muslims. Where (meaning in what journal or speech) did Gandhi dub Ram, Krishna and Arjun as “guilty” of violence? Similarly, where did Gandhi condemn Shivaji, Rana Pratap and Guru Gobind Singh as misguided patriots?

I really would like to know this from an academic perspective because we need to get our history right; not just a biased view trotted out for decades, but a detached vision of what happened.

I seriously doubt if Gandhi considered himself “infallible”. Time and again he swayed from one point of view to another depending upon the circumstances and the reasons put forward by the protagonists. In fact, Gandhi himself was quick to admit that he was wrong when another better point of view was put across. One could at times call Gandhi wishy-washy, but infallible? I seriously doubt that. On the contrary, Godse established his own twisted sense of “infallibility” by doing the ultimate act of a person who thinks he can never be wrong – he simply shot the person he disagreed with.

By grudgingly admitting that “Either Congress had to
surrender its will to his and had to be content with playing second
fiddle to all his eccentricity, whimsicality, metaphysics and
primitive vision, or it had to carry on without him”, Godse acknowledges Gandhi’s towering leadership. Need one say more? And what kind of a leader is one who does not show the way? Gandhi did, and millions followed. Not many takers for Godse’s thoughts, I must add.

Godse’s diatribe against Hindustani is again as irrational as his dislike for Gandhi. Indeed, the way a language is spoken undergoes a change every few kilometres. The Tamil spoken in Madras is different from the Tamil spoken in Sri Lanka. The same with Arabic spoken in Morocco and in Dubai. The Marathi spoken is Poona is different from what is spoken in Nagpur and Bombay. And English is not the same in England, the US, Canada and Australia. Every language is influenced by a local colour. So what really is Godse’s problem with Hindustani, which is a mix of Urdu and Hindi? Urdu is a mish-mash of Persian-Arabic and Hindi. Hindi itself is far removed from its ancestor Sanskrit. So what really is Godse’s objection? That Gandhi was a communicator par excellence? Besides, do we ourselves talk any pure language today? And what would he have said to the fact that we are communicating today in English! A big question-mark on Godse’s beliefs.

Just about the only thing that I can agree with Godse is when he says that Gandhi “was the master brain guiding the civil disobedience movement; no other could know the technique of that movement. He alone knew when to begin and when to withdraw it”. Now, I cannot make out from his defence speech what Godse had against the civil disobedience movement. Did Godse and Co. have any means to wrench independence by violent means? Did he even try to secure independence, like Bhagat Singh, Bose, and the others did? Hollow beliefs, I must say. But he had the courage to rain bullets on the one person he knew would ‘turn the other cheek’ and not retaliate. Bravo, Mr. Godse! What an act of courage!

The civil disobedience movement was unique in history. It attained its objective with the minimum loss of lives and property. It was successfully implemented by Mandela and to a great extent by Martin Luther King.

Now let us look at the flip side. Other colonies attained independence too, through violence – Algeria and Viet Nam from the French, Congo from Belgium, Angola from Portugal, etc. The cost? Enormous, both in terms of lives and material. Can one give any example of any freedom fighter from these countries being accorded a welcome by cheering crowds in the colonial country PRIOR to independence? Gandhi was welcomed so in England, particularly in Liverpool – not by the few Indians residing there but by hordes of Englishmen. Was Godse envious of Gandhi’s steamrolling popularity? Maybe, maybe not. England, I believe, is India’s biggest trading partner. Wonder what Godse would have had to say about that!

It has become fashionable to run down Gandhi. Not surprising, for as an icon he towered far above the rest despite his five-foot nothing frame, and to bring down an icon gives us great satisfaction.

Mr. Khosla’s observations that an open trial would have fetched the judgment of “Not Guilty” is neither here nor there. Not Guilty of what? I simply cannot understand how Mr. Khosla says so. Godse shot Gandhi in broad daylight in a public prayer meeting, and the assassination was witnessed by the scores of people present. Above all and most important, Godse – like Pravin Mahajan in recent times - made no attempt to shirk off his act. Godse stood his ground instead of running away. He is reported to have said, “No one should think that Gandhi was killed by a madman”. Godse was not a common criminal, but a highly motivated individual who did what he did for his beliefs, parochial and skewed as they may have been. In fact, it brings the judge Mr. Khosla to disrepute for not having had the moral courage to hold Godse “Not Guilty” at the time, if he thought so.

As for Godse, he will forever enjoy the same status as John Wilkes Booth – the assassin of Abraham Lincoln – did: as a footnote in history.