Saturday 31 December 2011

Lokpal takeaways


After watching the recent ruckus in the Parliament over Lokpal Bill, here are some ready takeaways offered by our netas for footpath guys (courtesy Lalu Yadav) like us.
Parliament is supreme: Go to polling booths every five years, cast your vote if lucky (or they will take care booth-wise) and then just shut up. See no evil, hear no evil and never speak ill of elected members. Not even on the net.
Respect for Parliament: Applicable only for those miserable guys who pay taxes and have to pay bribe to get passport, ration cards; not for the men in red-light topped cars.

Well of the House: A place in Parliament House where members willingly suspend their sanity (for many it is second nature).
Rule of law: It is again meant for those docile citizens and petty criminals like pickpockets and other small flies. For netas they are meant to be bent (from 180 to 360 degrees). Even if caught they can get admitted to some elite hospital or even if jailed they can enjoy AC cells in prisons like Tihar, visit families during weddings, enjoy tea with jailors.
Decorum: What is that? Maybe it is what these aam aadmis follow to cover up for their timidity.
Minority card: A brahmastra used by the netas to shift goalposts or neutralise imminent threats.
Swiss bank account: For common public it is something like air. You can feel but never see.  
Consensus in Parliament: A rare occurrence that happens when legislators' salary needs to be quadrupled or when one of them gets slapped or a shoe gets hurled at them.

Saturday 24 December 2011

Left Out In The Cold



The yearly statistics of death due to cold wave comes as a chilling reminder of how miserable the poor and homeless are in our country. In this context the rosy statistics of rising GDP, of being third largest economy, a rising economic powerhouse, sounds almost like saying that though the patient is sinking, the medicine has helped in improving his complexion!

Sadly in this country life has been, quite literally, dirt cheap. This shows up in every calamity - be it annual floods, cyclone or frequent terror attacks and winter deaths are no exception. And mind you we are a tropical country and we do not have to put up with the kind of harsh winter our peers in Scandinavian or North American countries have to. 

Thanks to Himalayas our snow-bound regions are confined mainly to our northern fringes. But we still manage to have 'cold wave' deaths even in places where there is no snowfall and are quite far away from the Himalayas.

Today a Delhi-based social worker came on TV and said that people were dying not due to cold but due to lack of clothes. It is all the more sad to hear. It means they just don't have the purchasing power to buy proper clothing to withstand cold weather. Moreover, very little is known about what happens to the homeless in towns such as Meerut, Kanpur,  Hoshiarpur or Patna where our TV channels sparingly train their cameras.

Since most of these homeless people are from the fringes of the society - migrant workers, beggars, drug addicts, mentally unstable persons - politicians have little interest in them as many are not even registered voters. Why just blame politicians? A recent column in Hindustan Times revealed how even religious charities in Delhi were shying away from feeding these sections.

Our pink press may rave about some thirty-something scion of Indian Inc figuring in Forbes richest list, but the abysmal levels of country's per capita income almost seems to mock at all these achievements. Going by per capita figures even countries like Algeria or Tunisia look quite enviable compared with us. Maybe we can take cold comfort from the fact that ours is a tad better than Pakistan or Afghanistan!

It is high time our leaders and financial experts stopped thinking in terms of GDP and started using per capita income as a yardstick of progress.  

Monday 19 December 2011

A Moveable Feast

Think of Mumbai and the picture of milling crowds trooping in and out of trains comes to my mind. I guess for this 'maximum city' it has been a constant for at least three to four decades. Moreover with the city eating into adjoining suburbs and villages, the residents are spending a good part of their day (or for that matter their lives) in these trains.

Back in early nineties when I was staying there, these trains were bursting at the seams and then I had thought that it couldn't get any worse. But on a recent visit to the city I was in for a jaw-dropping surprise. Even at 11 pm on a Sunday it was difficult to get beyond the doors of a Virar local at Bandra station. The Western line travel seemed a mission impossible exercise - though mercifully I did find some toehold while travelling at the Central and Harbour lines.

Whether it was due to the advancing age or sheer lack of practice, I was woefully lagging behind the nimble-footed Mumbaikars in making a dash at those trains. After three-four unsuccessful attempts, thoughts of taking and auto or bus cross my mind, but I banish them after considering the agonizing traffic snarls. Almost the whole city seems to be dug up for some flyover or the other.

The trains have undergone a makeover from the nineties. Gone are the days of drab maroon and yellow compartments with small windows. The current wide-bodied bogies with larger windows seem less claustrophobic and more colourful. Most of them now have in-train public address system announcing the next station. But amid the saturation crowd one feels little inclined to appreciate all that. Probably it may be of interest only to someone like me on a short visit.

Another redeeming feature is the ticket vending machines and smart card. With them one can bid goodbye to long queues. Back in the 90s I remember sweating it out in those queues, which often used to snake out to the car parks or even adjoining streets and tempers would rise if any particular queue was perceived as 'slow' or if someone tried to sneak in. Really used to wonder as to how those railway clerks coped with such high-voltage pressure while dispensing tickets, especially in eternally-crowded stations like Dadar.  This particular station had (and still retains) the uncanny ability to populate any train that comes its way and at any hour!

My cousin had lent me his smart card and I found it quite easy to use and was a great time saver. However, the only downside was the moment I was done with it, I used to get surrounded by people with cash at hand asking “bhaiya, please get me a ticket also”. The sentiment of altruism does come to mind - but no room for so many.

While trying to meet up with a friend he told me to take the 'skywalk' on the Bandra East. Left me wondering what the Dickens that meant. After alighting at the station I climbed on the overbridge on the East side and it seemed as if the station has developed some huge tentacles. Those longish foot overbridges helped commuters avoid crossing those clogged roads adjacent to stations. Later I discovered many other suburban stations too had it, though it was conspicuously absent at Dadar, where probably it is most required.

The city seems perpetually on the edge, thanks to umpteen terror attacks. It gets almost paranoiac while travelling in trains, the target of some of those attacks. In the stations there are frequent announcements in Marathi, Hindi and English warning the commuters to avoid touching any unfamiliar object and requesting them to alert the police. Within the trains too these announcements keep coming ad nauseum. It all gives one an anything-untoward-can-happen-any-moment feeling. Makes one look gingerly at the motley assortment of bags, suitcases and lunch boxes placed on the luggage shelf of the train and pray to Almighty that no RDX lurks in any of them.

Back in the 90s it was not all that hunky dory either. The city was scarred by post-Babri Masjid demolition communal riots and a deadly 1993 serial blasts. The image of Mumbaikars being obsessed with the dhanda of making money, with little interest in politics got severely dented. Pehle aisa kabhi nahin hua, used to be the constant refrain among long-time residents and newspaper columnists had begun comparing the city with Beirut. Those were perhaps the early days of terror and with hardly any lessons learnt, these bloodbaths keep happening with agonizing regularity.

Monday 12 December 2011

J Dey whodunnit

The investigation into the sensational killing of crime reporter J Dey is throwing up very unusual suspects and bizarre revelations. It all happened on a rainy afternoon in Mumbai about six months back, but even now the picture is hazy and grainy.

After that fateful afternoon, the journalistic community took to streets and as the person killed was a high-profile (though intensely secretive) reporter, the police went into a huddle.

The needle of suspicion first swung towards Additional Commissioner of Police Anil Mahabole. He was alleged to have links with Dawood gang and had filed a defamation case against Dey for a report that put him in poor light. Mahabole too was accused of threatening Dey's colleague Tarakant Dwivedi alias Akela, who was booked under Official Secrets Act for reporting on poor storage of arms in CST armoury. The ACP was questioned and then let off.

Oil mafia link: The next in line was the oil mafia link. In the backdrop of the gruesome burning of deputy collector Yashwant Sonawane in Jalgaon, it was presumed probably Dey was on the verge of exposing something big against the mafia. He had written about them in the past. The diesel mafia kingpin Mohammed Ali was questioned but somehow the trail ran cold. Or at least we did not hear much about it.

D Company: The darling of the ISI was the next to come under scanner. Three members of his right hand man Chotta Shakeel are arrested by police. We had this bizarre spectacle of Shakeel calling up newspaper offices and TV stations saying he did not kill Dey! And his gang does not believe in killing 'innocent' persons.

In fact he even reveals that a Mumbai police officer has sought his help to detect the culprits. Probably like Lalu Yadav and the dabbawalas of Mumbai, he too should take up lecturing IIM students on topics such as media management and image building - the underworld way. Or maybe if the IIMs are not keen he can approach those who dare to think beyond IIMs!

Chotta Rajan: Ultimately the spotlight fell on the other elusive but 'patriotic' don. After nearly a fortnight of wild goose chase the Mumbai police finally claimed it has 'cracked' the case and it was indeed Rajan who had ordered the hit on Dey.

Seven alleged shooters belonging to the gang were arrested from different part of the country. It seems these guys had no idea whom they were knocking down and came to know only through subsequent TV coverage.

But the question was who gave him the 'supari'? There were no easy answers as the long arm of law proved woefully short in this case. However, after further investigation police came to the conclusion that Rajan himself had ordered killing of Dey and even 'regrets' doing so.
Jigna Vora: By this time the story had become cold and started languishing in inside pages of newspapers and rare mention in TV. Around early November the story was getting resuscitated by innuendos of a scribe having incited the don against Dey.

But when the police revealed that it was Jigna Vora, Deputy Chief Reporter at Asian Age, the media community was stunned. It is indeed bizarre to think that a professional rivalry would end up with cold-blooded murder. Her contradictory statements to police seem to be pushing her further into deep waters. After Radia tapes this happens to be a new low for the fourth estate.

Intriguing Dey: It is indeed intriguing to know about the kind of privacy Dey used to maintain in his office. Many of his colleagues came to know of his wife's identity or the location of his house after his murder.

On one hand he is seen as an upright crime reporter exposing people in high places; there are also reports of his closeness to Chotta Rajan gang. The proximity of crime reporters in Mumbai to the mafia adds a new disturbing dimension to the gangland power politics. The underworld's link with politicians and police is already a well documented fact.

As the investigations progress it remains to be see as to how much of these evidences will stand the litmus test of judicial scrutiny.