Thursday, 31 December 2020

The New Year Eve


T’is a year long night, 

Boon for wandering minds 

To reprise the days, the mood swings 

That wombed the quaint, the bizarre, and thoughts not so bright.

2020, a nightmarish year that no living souls found a parallel in the past. Whoever dreamed of a nation, quarantined, racked by doubts- to lock or to unlock, in grip of a consuming fear of Corona contagion and eschewing all forms of  socializing, economy seemingly blighting beyond repair, shopping complexes deserted , streets with sparse traffic  , the ones out looking more like masked, shielded figures out of Star Trek ?

Outside this crucible of pandemic stresses, the world moved hesitantly hoping the pandemic would wear itself out. Trump got trumped without making ‘America Great’, but presiding over ‘America First’ in global Corona infestation. The Chinese did more than mere picnicking inside India, they pitched tent and stayed put. BJP’s juggernaut of electoral wins continued to move majestically. After 11th Nov 1111, (11111111) we had a palindrome day, 2nd Feb 2020 (02022020). An unsolved mystery was carried forward to 2021 for quick resolution- is the ‘Great Successor’, Kim Sung Un of North Korea active or vegetative ? In a supposed democracy, the legislature consecrated Vladimir Putin as President for life. Snowfall in Baghdad.........  .

Nearer home we had our share of the abracadabra.

 1. A cricket crazed nation that we are, even Corona scare failed to cool the ardour for the game. IPL was held ,albeit, to empty stadia and audio records of spectator din, cheers, howls of past games played in sync with action on field. Games real, crowds virtual. 

2. And in a twenty twenty year true to 20-20 form our politics played doubly quick. Modi- “The Mahabharata war was won in 18 days, this war the whole country is fighting against Corona Virus will take 21 days”.

3. Pakistan bans non-Kashmiri visits to PoK. But the irrepressibly ebullient, Kangana Ranaut , with rare creative elan made the impossible eminently possible. She designated Mumbai as a look alike PoK. 

4. Chief of Defence Staff, Bipin Rawat, took a leaf out of his sworn enemy China's Red Book, which sanctions  ‘Re-education camps’ for Uyghurs in Xinjiang. Mr Rawat suggested setting up ‘de-radicalisation camps’ for Kashmiri youth, a concept that does cause some unease as the Chinese term ,‘Re-education camp’, is just an euphemism for concentration camp. 

5. The dichotomy in social attitudes towards rape re-manifested itself. Kamal Bhasin “ why do you place your community’s honour in a woman’s vagina “ 

Ranjeet Shrivastav ,BJP lawman, “If no one sees you being raped, it means you had an affair with the rapist”

6. The pandemic put into public domain some ingenious remedies to scare, propitiate the Corona Virus. 

Ram Das Athwale, RPI, chanting , “Go Corona, Go Corona, Go Corona.” 

Suman Haripriya, BJP lawman, “When cow urine is sprayed it purifies an area . I believe something similar could be done with gaumutra, and gobar to cure Corona virus” 

Swami chakrapani, All India Hindu Mahasabha “ Corona is not a virus but avatar for the protection of pure creatures. They have come to give the marriage of death as punishment to the one who eats them.”

Shahid Siddiqui advising ‘Americans learn from India. Clap and beat utensils with a spoon and viruses will die. “ 

The Sagacious , The malicious 

@Mamta Bannerjee- ‘at times Home Minister is here, other times it is Chaddha, Nadda, Fadda, Bhaddha ‘

@Yogi - opposition has Ali , We have Bajrang Bali. 

.............

Some charitable observations 

@ Rahul Gandhi- looking into his party from outside

@Sonia Gandhi - really virtual 

@Dr Sambit Patra - a surgeon practicing his art on videos 

@ Nirmala Sitharaman - riding out an ‘Act of God’ 

...........

All the needles of the wall clock are now exactly vertical ushering in the New year and green shoots of hope, of redemption from the pandemic that stalks mankind, of a more humane world, of fulfilment of all our individual aspirations, of peace and tranquility -to be united in a oneness that the needles draw attention to. 

Wishing all a Happy New year !

Wednesday, 23 December 2020

#KisanDiwas


#Kisan Diwas

Skipping dinner today in solidarity with farmers. 

When the tummy has no beans, the mind is full of beans. It tried to sort out the kafkaesque kerfuffle over farm bills. And this is how it went. 

1. Premise : No ‘gulab’ in ‘gulab jamun’, no farmers in ‘farmer protestors’
    Action.   : No need to talk, farmers are Khushhaal. 

2. Premise : Only ‘terrorists, Reds, Khalistanis’ in protestors 
    Action : a. FB removes Kisan Ekta Morcha page, later restores it 
                  b. Govt talks to these ‘terrorists, Reds,Khalistanis’
                   
3.  Premise : Middle men financing protest. Citizens financing democratic                     
                       protests against Centre undemocratic. 
      Action    :  IT raids on middle men in Punjab

4. Premise: Farmers khushhaal in Punjab 
     Action:   Ad shows a 7yr old pic of a ‘Khushhaal’ kisan at Protest site 

5. Premise : Protesters feasting and doing Bhangra 
     Action :  Over forty protestors die due to protest related  causes. 

6. Premise: Kisan heavily subsided, no IT, why then MSP ? 
    Action :   a. Bihar abolishes diesel subsidy to farmers . 
                    b.Kisans bury standing cauliflower crop,getting only 75 paisa/kg 

7.  Premise:  Rallies,assembly protests, not poll related, so spread Corona 
     Action :   a. UP ‘farmer’ leaders to execute ‘good boy’ bonds for ₹50 lacs,                                             
                          not to lead farmer rallies to Delhi. UP borders sealed. 
                      b. Kerala Governor rejects cabinet proposal for special
                           session over farmer protests.

Friday, 4 December 2020

Love Jihad

 Love Jihad 


How would Martin Niemöller paraphrase his iconic lament were he living in India today ? Maybe this.......


First they came for the Muslim 

And I did not speak out

Because I was not a Muslim 


Then they came for the Dalit

And I did not speak out

Because I was not a Dalit 


Then they came for the ‘other’ caste

And I did not speak out

Because I was not of either caste 


Then they came for my caste 

And I did not speak out

Because I did not belong to same gotra 


Then they came for me

And there was no one left

To speak for me and she.

Friday, 20 November 2020

Congess must introspect

 Ah ! If only... 

Ah ! If only......

Ah ! If only.........

These lines of 'Ifs'  keep creeping into the mournful dirges of Congress. Its electoral fortunes have progressively  downslided from hand-wringing defeats to  outright debacles to writhing in death throes. The letter, N, national, in its 'honorific' ,INC, seems unwarranted. Indira is no more and the party's  presence on the national governance map reduced to a rump. 

As its threnody winds down to a diminuendo shriller voices of unease,   with the conduct of its organisational affairs and  dwarfisation, irrelevance in national polity looming on the horizon, are increasingly  surfacing within its portals. 

With economy in ruins, social fabric frayed,  neighbours prickly and belligerent, Congress in opposition should have been salivating not shrivelling. That precisely is what dismays some of its seniors and  confounds many party followers.

Their common refrain is that the party sports a lugubrious sense of torpor and nonchalance, lumbers around with drooping  shoulders and cadaverous expression. No spirits ! No sense of destiny ! But above all, what confounds followers and critics alike is its dogged refusal to submit to an MRI scan. To sit in 'Santhara' is inexplicable when the climate for its redemption seems propitious.

The greatest theoretician of political power, Machiavelli,  said

"At the beginning , a disease is easy to cure but difficult to diagnose : but as time passes, not having been treated or recognized  at the outset, it becomes easy to diagnose but difficult to cure......( that is to say) when they are not recognized and left to grow to the extent that everyone recognizes them, there is no longer any cure."

Congress must listen and submit to a full body scan. It must aspire not expire, for it  holds aloft the reliquary of sublime foundational national values that suckle our youthful republic. An effete, toothless Congress would fail to safeguard this heirloom resulting in the concomitant debasement of democracy and the liberal spirits animating it.

Friday, 2 October 2020

Claws into Farm Laws


"One of the greatest mistakes is to judge policies and programs by their intentions, rather than their results", said Milton Friedman 

The irrepressible 20th century apostle of  laissez-faire is bang on ! We can vouchsafe for it. Trumpeted as a masterstroke for eliminating an estimated 3-4 lakh crs of cash hoards of black money, demonetisation ended up laundering all of it white and, to boot,  securely lodged in banks. Not what anyone, least of all the policy makers,  intended. Therefore polemical exuberances over the new farm bills need a reality check. 

Indian agriculture over the years has metamorphosed dramatically, from  endemic scarcity, PL-480 dependence to self sufficiency, exportable surplus and extirpation of starvation deaths. Howsoever much one may  decry previous regimes of the past seventy years, at least they have not been amiss in boosting agronomy. Green revolution hoisted  production so high that food grains supply is no longer an enduring concern. But this abundance did not reflect in proportionate enhancement in well being of the small farmer, tenant farmer and sharecropper. In other words,  it failed to ensure an  equitable distribution of farm incomes. The pressing need now is to uplift small farm incomes, not just revving up production.

These laws purport to create parallel markets outside the APMC designated mundis. But several states do not have the APMC architecture, and even in APMC states the farmer is free to sell anywhere subject to state levies. Bihar disbanded APMC in 2006 and a friendly BJP partnered government has been ruling the state for the last 15 years.  Agriculture and marketing of agri-produce, both,  are  in the state list. The Contract Farming Act 2007 opened the doors for entry of corporates. Thus law and governance both  were facilitative of new  markets, new players  in virgin territories and for corporatization of some agricultural production ( say, potato and tomato) .Yet the state made no headway.

Now even taxes will not be an impediment as transactions outside APMC physical structures will be tax-free. That's as  path breaking as , possibly,  APMC breaking. Tax laden APMC mandis competing with tax free markets next to its  physical boundaries are destined to suffer an agonizing exsanguination. Will the small farmer gain from demise of APMCs and new markets ? Again take the case of Bihar.  In all the APMC-free years the avg price realization from wheat and rice was well below MSP. The Shanta Kumar report which forms the backbone for these laws reveals that only 6% of past sales were effected at MSP. As lately as Sep20 the prevailing price for basmati in Punjab mundis was below last year's MSP. Thus, APMC-free  state or not,  farmers have consistently failed to get a fair value.

That being so will  markets sponsored by corporates cause a paradigm shift and assure small and marginal farmers,  who constitute 64% of all farmers, of at least a  MSP. They have meagre marketable surpluses, little staying capacity ,and next to nothing bargaining power. For one thing, the small farmer will confront a new breed of suit clad buyers who chant an 'alien'  mantra - maximization of shareholder value. The inherent logic of their business model is a double  squelch - sqeezing the grower and extorting the consumer. To the remote shareholder the farmer is a mere data point that signals the state of his return on equity. No more, no less. 

The chances are such an ecosystem will in due course deliver a double whammy to the rural economy. As the corporates would buy direct from farmers existing market intermediaries would become redundant. And their business credo of profit maximization would prevent them from  passing on the savings from  commissions payouts and taxes on to sellers. All of it would add up to the sickening  morbidities of the organised manufacturing sector-Unemployment and jobless growth-  spreading to  agri sector as well.

Free market and its concomitant, corporatization, uplift incomes but distribute it most unfairly, accentuating income disparities. Disproportionate numbers move up to be millionaires and disproportionately large numbers slide down to the bottom of the income scale. And more and more of wealth gets concentrated in fewer and fewer hands. Corporatization, on the other hand,  nourishes an educated middle class to scaffold corporate aggrandisement, act as its cheerleader and a loyal support base. The class  develops a vested interest in perpetuating the  skewed model of economic growth and ensures its longevity. Taking a cue from this, one can easily infer that the bulk of the farming community populating the base of the pyramidal landholding have only one way to go, down. Looking at it another way the same prognosis emerges. The sponsored markets would, significantly, have no MSP.  Prices would be a function of respective bargaining powers. It's no brainer where the bargaining power would lie. Sponsors would have very very deep pockets. With no bargaining power and no MSP the small farmer wouldn’t stand a chance.

Mr Modi's ideological leanings make him averse to subsidies. If subsidization does become inevitable he plumbs for  cash subsidies. Eliminating food subsidies has been on his bucket list for quite some time. If he gets going the guillotine will first fall on PDS. He would pay a cash subsidy to the identified beneficiary rather than issue a Ration Card. Without the PDS why would FCI need to procure grains ? And no procurement makes MSP 'undeployable'. MSP will be finally buried , not quietly but surely ,even if noisily. Fears of its abolition are not entirely unfounded and not easily washed off from public subconsciousness.

India's varied topography and climatic diversity do not conduce to 'one size fits all' solutions in agriculture. That's why the constituent assembly in its wisdom  placed agriculture in the state list(entry 14-agr , entry  26-markets and fairs). Parliament's resort to  Entry 33 in the Concurrent List ( Trade and commerce in, and the production, supply and distribution of-foodstuffs, including edible oilseeds and oils, cattle fodder, raw cotton, cotton seed, raw jute) therefore violates the 'pith and substance' of the federalist constitution.









APMCs have become  sickly victims of regulatory capture-  collusive partnership of regulators, intermediaries, and traders manipulating  prices to the detriment of growers.   Rotten boroughs, indeed. But the imperatives, namely, proximate agri markets,  fair price discovery mechanism, safety net in terms of MSP and regulatory oversight, that impelled their creation  have not lost relevance. Judged against these imperatives the markets envisaged under these laws stir unease. They will be  unregulated, asymmetrically competitive, sans safety nets, and beyond court jurisdiction. Thomas Carlyle's cautionary note on ending slavery is instructive.


"You must empty-out the bathing-tub, but not the baby along with it. Fling-out your dirty water with all zeal, and set it careening down the kennels; but try if you can keep the little child !"


Excoriating the existing structure of its ills,  reforming it, and adapting it to local geographies appears more viable.  Corporatization may boost production but its gains if  are not equitably distributed will only be a case of the remedy being worse than the disease. Fattening corporates and skeletal farmers look ugly even when their total incomes have increased. Bill Gates walking into a bar would increase the avg income of all tipplers in the room. But would that buy them a peg more ? 


Finally, discriminating minds would have noticed  that Mukesh Ambani created a kitty of ₹43574 cr from sale of stake in Jio Platform and tied up with FB for operating a farm-to-fork supply chain app, Jiokrishi, on  WhatsApp just a couple of months ahead of the enabling ordinances. Capital, a crony capitalist, a digital platform , and legal framework all in place. Parliamentary consent was bulldozed through in Sep. With Mr Adani building and maintaining silos ( as of now for FCI ) the road map to corporatization of agriculture is truly laid. Only the grapes remain to be tasted. 


कर्मण्येवाधिकारस्ते मा फलेषु कदाचन |

मा कर्मफलहेतुर्भूर्मा ते सङ्गोऽस्त्वकर्मणि ||

(Deed done, its fruits left to destiny) 

Wednesday, 9 September 2020

The Prashant Bhushan saga

The final denouement of the Prashant Bhushan contempt of court proceedings saga - a rupee fine else three months in gaol and three years debarment from legal practice. 

Alas ! Times change, but history continues to script much the same stories, only with different characters,  and role reversals. In 1649, the defendant, King Charles I ,on trial for treason railed “No earthly power can justly call me, who am your king, in question as a delinquent,” for  “the king can do no wrong." Tragically, he lost both his crowns , the one on top of his torso as well as the one that adorned the top.The days of kings are over. But it seems that the King Charles’ shriek still echo in our courts. 

Bhushans are still found guilty of the most heinous of crimes - 'Lese Majeste', speaking, alleging against the Court. 

About merits or otherwise per se much has already been said. I won't add my stupidity to it. But the case resurrects some old talking points about our judicial system. All flowing from possible infringements of settled judicial maxims, 

first- "Nemo iudex in causa sua"-no-one is judge in his own cause" , 

second, Lord Hewart's oft quoted ruling "It is not merely of some importance but is of fundamental importance that justice should not only be done, but should manifestly and undoubtedly be seen to be done”.

1. Should judges  appoint themselves without parliamentary scrutiny ?

2. Should  their misconduct be probed by themselves as laid down in  impeachment proceedings ?

3. Should there be a SOP for dates, constitution and allocation of benches to  cases before the courts thereby  reducing discretionary interventions of CJ to a minimum ? 

4. The state being the  biggest litigant, should it be permitted to ,and for the judges to accept,  its offers of post-retiral offices ? 

5. Should courts adjudicate contempt of court ? 

6. Isn't the alternative penalty of banning practice in courts for three years imposed on Mr Bhushan a denial of litigant's right to choose his counsel ? Stretching the point further, does it amount to judiciary deciding who shall not argue a case before it ? 

The sentencing is not a happy augury for a clean judicial system. It will have a deep chilling effect. None will  henceforth point out deficiencies in the functioning of courts and conduct of judges. Why even criticism of the judicial system may be deemed blasphemous. Now Damocles' Sword hangs over all  Bhushans. 

Even as I write this, I am filled with trepidation. Have I asked questions that seem slanderous enough to invite a contempt of court ? God save me.

Thursday, 27 August 2020

The Corona Scare

The last 24 hrs were the darkest CORONA day in the country -75000 new cases, highest in the world. And regrettably, we are fast catching up on Brazil, the unenviable second spot holder in total cases - India 33 lac, Brazil 37 lacs. So far in the month of August alone we added more cases than any single nation in the world . 

 The one bright spot in this dismal picture is the low death rate- lowest among the top ten nations. But we can hardly afford to be complacent, as the pandemic spreads its tentacles deeper and deeper more and more would need hospital treatment to keep the death rate low. As it is the infection rate is grossly under reported. Testing rates are woefully low. 

In the top five countries, testing rate per million of population stands as under: US 237450,Brazil 66603, India 27912, Russia 242558, SAfrica 60566 ,Peru 92458 ( in the top ten countries too India has the lowest rate except for Mexico) India with the largest population, save China, is a niggardly - 27912. That means as and when testing picks up there may well be an avalanche of cases, many among them needing prompt hospitalisation. Are we prepared ? State and Central govts need to urgently review. 

Lockdowns, if the current evidence is anything to go by, have only stretched out the seemingly inevitable march of Corona, not stymied it. 

Further does our low death rate imply better Corona medicare? Or is it due to demography, ( among the top ten nations, except for South Africa, all nations have much higher proportions of population in the 65+ yrs category ,the ones supposedly most susceptible) , the innate immunity of people in the region from genetics or other multi-factors rooted in ecology, society and religion ? 

 Our immediate neighbours have much in common with us in these aspects . A comparison would be pretty instructive. Deaths per million of population: Bangladesh- 25, Pakistan 28, Nepal 6 ,Sri Lanka 0.6 ,Myanmar 0.1 ,Bhutan no deaths,  China 3.0,  India 44.  

Obviously , death rates are per se low in the region compared to the west. That is the first conclusion. Maybe the region is favorably endowed. 

 But the discomfiting factor is, neighbours with presumably lower levels of medical infrastructure ( not China) have better controlled death rates.Our death rates are unflatteringly much higher- 44. 

 To sum up, we need quantum leaps in testing and putting hospital infrastructure in place before the imminent covid19 tsunami strikes.

A dark prognosis it may seem , but being better prepared is half the battle won.

Sunday, 23 August 2020

The naked truth


A king loved wearing new clothes. One day two swindlers came with an offer to weave for him a diaphanous magical costume, as thin as the spider’s web. Only the honest people would see it, not the crooked ones. The king was delighted. He would sit in court in his new dress and ask darbaris how it looked. Those who couldn’t see it would not be able to respond. They would be immediately dispensed with.

The king’s new costume became a subject of intense gossip in the court , in fact, in the whole realm. An atmosphere of dread and suspicion settled in. Each thought the other was corrupt. 

Soon the dress was ready. The court was called in attendance while the king went to don the new ‘telling’ dress. He took off his clothes and the swindlers put up a grand show of ‘enrobing’ him in the gossamer suit. Head held high, preening with pride ,the king entered the court with the chamberlains in tow carrying the train that wasn’t there. 

“Goodness, they suit you superbly . What a perfect fit, what a pattern ! what colours ! Such luxurious clothes”

“ incomparable, what a beautiful train on his jacket!”,  the ringing chorus greeted him. 

Never before had the king’s new clothes received such unanimous fulsome praise, except from one darbari who couldn’t hold back wondering to one beside him, “but is he wearing anything? ” The man in turn asked the one next to him “Is he ? “. Soon the court was a whispering gallery of,  ‘is he ?’ Then the whispers turned into an audible murmur, the King heard it too. 

“What ‘Is he’ ? ” , he shrieked

Everyone stood up and all fingers pointed to the offending darbari. 

“My Lord, he doubts you have anything on. ” 

“Aha ! the corrupt one. I am happy that he is the only one. He has no business to live, despatch him to the heavens. I need to find out how many others in my realm are corrupt. ” 


The darbari lost his crown. 


And the crown on the king’s head settled in more easily, securely, comfortably.


And the king henceforth gave public audiences in his birthday suit, eager to spot the corrupt ones. But till he died none noticed his nakedness. 


(Adapted from a well known Danish folktale)

Saturday, 15 August 2020

Pakistan or The Partition of India' by B R Ambedkar 

As patriotic fervour builds up to a crescendo every August one thought recurrently comes to fore in our national, particularly, the Hindu, conciousness. Was partition inevitable or was it an inescapable fallout of an unseemly haste to see the back of stiff upper-lipped colonial master ? 

 It isn't just an idle obsession. In the years that the hydra-headed, bloodthirty monster of partition ran amok, it claimed over million lives, rendered millions homeless , obliterated millions worth of property, drove millions to penniless, miserable and bitter refugeehood, besides leaving behind an enduring legacy of Hindu-Muslim antipathies to live down and an inimical, scheming neighbour barking and snapping at the north western frontiers. Costs ineluctably astronomical to be easily effaced from the collective memory. 

 Before the issue blew up Ambedkar, in 1945 , had clinically dissected the case for partition and laid it threadbare in this book. It is a lucid, scholarly presentation of Indian history and politics in its unvarnished communal aspects by an astute and intellectually fecund mind. Coming from an informed participant but only a bit player on the sidelines, somewhat of a lone wolf political agitator, its voice is exceptionally non-partisan , a virtue that in itself commends it to readers. 

The book reads like a consummate lawyer's pleadings in the people's court. Only that the lawyer wears the mantle of a petitioner and defendant in turns - the muslim case for Pakistan and the Hindu case against it argued successively - and then dons the black robe and woolly wig of the judge to deliver the verdict- whatever the merits and demerits in the pleadings , 'if the muslims are bent on Pakistan it must be given to them.' The arguments and compulsions spelled out are compelling and erudite. A definitive dissertation that separates the grain from the chaff , and a veritable treasure trove for the seeker after truth. 

 There are copious references to other nations' handling of minority issues. For instance, he asks why in the three multi-racial, multi-cultural nations - South Africa, Canada and Switzerland- minorities did not seek partition? Because they had no fear of losing their nationality, distinct identity, ethos under one nation, one constitution, he answers. Against this he places Hindu Mahasabha leader, Savarkar's saying "the two nations( muslim and Hindu nations) shall dwell in one country and shall live under the mantle of one constitution: that the constitution shall be such that the Hindu nation shall be enabled to occupy a predominant position that is due to it and the Muslim nation made to live in the position of subordinate cooperation with the Hindu nation. " If he claims Hindustan as a Hindu nation, can he deny Pakistan as a Muslim nation, Ambedkar wonders. The Congress stance about minority rights was irrefutant, vague and indefinite; impliedly, Savarkar's was brutally frank, bold and definite - the difference between the two about as much as that between being polite and being acerbic. Neither assuaged the muslim psyche. 

 Beyond a historical record has the book any contemporary relevance? We still have a state where tinders of muslim nationalism have been aglow for over seventy years and fuelling separatist proclivities inspite of close army surveillance and monitoring - Kashmir. Are the causative factors that led to things spiralling out of control in 1940s casting their reflections in the present-day in that state ? The book can serve valuable thought foodies in that direction. 

I will rest with a few quotes from the book. Let the reader judge whether it has any current relevance. 

Savarkar 'exhorting' muslims, " If you come, with you ; if you dont , without you ; and if you oppose ,inspite of you."

 Ambedkar, " the danger to a mixed composite state lies in the internal resurgence of nationalities which are fragmented, entrapped, suppressed and held against their will." 

 "Constitution like clothes must suit as well as please." 

 A stimulating read.

Sunday, 9 August 2020

The Untold Story by B M Kaul

Peace is the dream of the wise, war is the history of man - Richard Burton 

In 5000 years of recorded history there have been 15000 wars, roughly three a year. Peace is thus a placebo, and war the bitter pill of human existence. History dictates that nations keep ever in readiness for war to savour the peace it promises. That’s where India was found wanting. Lulled into torpor by the fraternal catchphrase- ‘Hindi-chini bhai bhai’ - it was caught off guard and ill-prepared in 1962. China scuppered her comprehensively. 

This autobiography of Bijji, as he was popularly known, goes beyond sketching a military career ; it gives startling revelations and insights into the Indo-China border situation culminating in the war. He had commanded the 4th Corps on the NEFA ( now Arunachal Pradesh ) battlefront.  It also makes other wide ranging observations about contemporaneous political and military affairs of national import, from the Kashmir insurrection in 1947, to liberation of Goa in 1961, and finally the Indo-Pak 1965 war.

Early childhood in Taran Taran, losing his childhood flame early on from illness, trained at the prestigious Sandhurst military school, the recruiting ground for Officers in the British Army he climbed up steadily in the military hierarchy to the rank of Lt. Gen in 1960.  He saw military ops in Arakan in WW II, was associated both with ground ops in Kashmir, later as a member of the diplomatic team arguing India’s Kashmir case at the UN, served the Neutral Nations Repatriation Commission in Korea in 1953, was involved in the 1961 liberation of Goa. And in an anticlimax but in the highest military traditions he resigned his commission after the debacle of 4Corps he led. Bijji remained a teetotaller and non smoker throughout his life.

He gives a very vivid and detailed account of the fiasco on NEFA war front, painting a pathetic picture of failure in leadership and strategy at all levels -military,politics,diplomacy - and utter lack of grit and endurance. It truly was a war that was not, only a series of disorganised, chaotic, hasty retreats from one defensive position to back deeper and deeper into Indian territory with waves of Chinese soldiers sniping at army’s heels. There were sporadic acts of immense bravery and valour and odd units showing remarkable pluck and resilience to repulse repeated waves of Chinese attacks, but on the whole, it was an inglorious, ignominious and humiliating end for an army that had performed so creditably in the two world wars.

Additionally, Bijji’s biting commentary on powerful personages who strutted on the national stage at the material time, their personality traits and esoteric work ethics makes for interesting reading. Certainly Bijji casts no halos over any of them , being rather iconoclastic baring their strengths and weaknesses. Under his discriminating scrutiny pass Krishna Menon, Sheikh Abdullah, Gen , Kripalani , JP and some other VVIPs of that era. About the two prima donnas in the political opera theatre, he has this to say. 

Nehru and Patel had violent differences of opinion, he affirms. Patel was a realist whilst Nehru an idealist. Many of our leaders both respected and feared Patel whereas they only revered Nehru. India could not do without either of them. 

Nehru, he opines, had ‘many qualities rarely seen in a man. There was hardly another man as free from fear and hatred as he’, yet he was egotistic and vain with conspicuous blind spots. Things plodded under him as he believed in hastening slowly. The author has more unpalatable comments but wraps up stating that he had done more for the country than anyone since Ashok and Akbar and made India a democracy. 

As if to vouchsafe Nehru’s democratic credentials he refers to ‘Rashtrapati’ , an article published in Modern Review written anonymously by Nehru with the pen name Chanakya. Nehru warns the people against himself, “ is it not possible that Jawaharlal might fancy himself a Caesar, therein lies the danger for Jawaharlal and for India.. .....his conceit is already formidable. It must be checked . We want no Caesars.”

About political interference in military affairs, he avers, war is an inevitable consequence of human existence. Political leaders must, therefore, understand military affairs. While giving freedom of action to the forces, they should never abdicate political control of war. 

About the need to keep public informed of progress in military affairs, he opines, “there must be constant and critical but legitimate comment, apart from adoration of our defence efforts, in the press and other forums , as in other democracies, to keep our strategists on their toes. We must also maintain our morale by not only harping on our triumphs but also maligning our reverses, if any”. He advocates war correspondents being facilitated to report from battle-lines. Else we may have the ridiculous mockery of TV Channels designating Leh, a good 200 kms away from Galwan hotspot, as Ground Zero, as some just did.

Of what use history if we don’t distil appropriate lessons from it to inform the present and guide the future? Bijji is not a mere witness but a participant too in the momentous events recounted in the autobiography. So what historical lessons it has for the readers? 

 In the author’s analysis, Chinese attacked to signal their emergence as a powerhouse with Asia as its particular sphere of influence. It wished to demonstrate the superiority of its communist system of governance and economic production. That it could only do by humiliating India with an ideologically antithetical political and economic system. And not the least, to divert attention of its people from the colossal failure of ‘Great Leap Forward’. Do any of these imperatives still weigh with them ? Time to pause and ponder. 

To what causes does the author attribute our rout ?  Right through the 50s China kept gobbling up Aksai Chin, nibbling into our NEFA borders, building logistical infra right upto its claimed borders, yet at no level did the army analyse Chinese military tactics, its political and military behaviour, and draw up counter measures. The political leadership failed to provide the wherewithal the army needed or build logistical infra to support its operations in the difficult elevated mountainous terrain. India woke up too late to stem the Chinese tide let alone turn it in their favour when the war finally broke out. 

Michael Pillsbury reveals in  ,’A Hundred year Marathon’, China has set its long term goal- replacing America as the global superpower. Does India  have a strategic masterplan and long term goals that include a blueprint to neutralise its hegemonic propensities on our long borders ? Chinese intrusions have increased manifold as if living upto its 1962 admonition that it reserved the right to come back if India reoccupied the areas vacated by it ( what irony ! the territories it supposedly vacated were the ones India claimed to be within its territorial boundaries). Every intrusion sees India in a reactive mode. When the bloody clashes took place in May the Defence Minister rushed to Russia to purchase armaments off the shelf reminiscent of Nehru’s similar appeal to the world at large in 1962. Are we still  underprepared ? Again, Time to pause and ponder. 

The echoes of freedom struggle have long since died down, memories of 1965 and 1971 wars lie considerably faded in minds of those born a decade or so past independence. To millennials and GenZ it is a blank sheet. These generations, in all probability, learnt of these national torments from secondary historical sources. That may lead to a fallacious grounding for such narratives have an element of selectivity - in choosing the facts to thread into historical tapestries that reflect the design and hues after the author’s wish. It risks becoming HIS STORY  rather than HISTORY ; one that borders on history and myth and consequently arrives at wrong historical lessons. Once in a while it’s good to revert to primary sources to cross check and this book is one such. 

Of course, there is that inevitable  human bias in the narrative. The tone and tenor is exculpatory, aimed at rebutting the plethora of unfounded criticisms that dogged his career. Still, the book is a wonderful read, recalling and reliving episodic historical moments, and not to mention, Bijji writes feelingly. And it’s a topical read too.

Wednesday, 5 August 2020

Ayodhya a year ago

 

(Prototype of Ram Mandir to be built at Ayodhya) 


The favored few are directly summoned by gods and godesses to receive their graces, the fortunate few get signalled by godly visions in their dreams, but the feckless majority must bide  their time and trust fortituity to land them in the vicinity of holy places to make their supplications in person to the Supreme Being.

We decidedly, indisputably belong to the feckless type, this I say with full authority for myself , and to a lesser degree for my wife for reasons not bandied about but universally known. For quite sometime after settling down to a superannuated life, we  longed to visit Ramlalla as it existed post demolition of Babri Masjid. Last year Dame Luck smiled. A bereavement in the family required us to be in Lucknow within 24 hrs. The only option was to drive down. 

In early morning eyes groggy from unfulfilled sleep we left. Midday, in searing heat, our first stop was at a dhaba for tea  in a  swirling 'loo' threatening to blow us off. It took some deft manoeuvring of hands to keep sweat from dripping into our glass and turning the tea salty. The only other halt before touchdown was for lunch at a restaurant that looked promising , and the menu mouth watering. Only to learn that paneer pakoda was all that could be had. We were an hour too late. Beggars can't be choosers. Famished we quickly shouted our order to the only 'seeable' man around, the one at the cash counter - two plates each. With just two of us as customers we wondered how much cash did he really need to count. And sat in half dread of the man abruptly announcing denial of the order. But it arrived and we wolfed it down quickly. Relished it too. There isn't much difference between Hunger and Lust that makes pretty damsels of ordinary ones.

On our return journey we set out more prepared, better organised. First stop, overnight stay at Ayodhya. A sleepy moffussil town with a smattering of tumbled down abandoned havelis, narrow lanes, similar size small shops , selling about the same thing, (statues, beads,amulets) lining both sides of a kilometer long main street, single lane-one way,  and teeming with rustic pilgrims from the countryside. 

Godly presence was ubiquitous, in the air, in the pilgrims, the narrow lanes exhaling divinity from the many Ram temples adorning each. One is weighed down by piety and sobered by the divine airs. 

But like all moffusil towns it lacked in numbers and quality eateries,  good lodging and boarding facilities. The room we stayed in smelled foul. However, pilgrims too shouldn't be fussy. The receptionist suggested we hire an auto for half-a-day to visit Ramlalla and other places ending with aarti at Saryu river in the evening before dropping off at the hotel. Fare ₹700. 

First, Ramlalla at the disputed site. The auto takes one only  to the base of a hillock from which a steep walk of a mile or so lies ahead. Without  mobiles, camera, purse, wallet,  leather belts( fortunately pants hug my broad waistline, so faced no real risk of unwelcome exposure)  and a further kilometer walk into the protected area through barricaded paths, interrupted too frequently by checkposts for frisking and a body-over with metal detectors, We paid our respects to the deity installed on a high ground twenty feet away. When we walked down to the base the auto was no where to be found. He had used the time to ferry other passengers. 

We gave him a piece of our mind. For the rest of the journey we had a sullen, sulking autowala on our hands. Mechanically, he breezed us through many other temples including Ram Mandir Nyas office where a replica of the proposed temple and carved stone slabs lie.  Two incidents in particular stand out in my memory. The Hanuman temple, Ramgarhi- its stairs are a steep 100 steps climb ,almost vertical. We managed to reach the top only after four intermediate stops and still gasping for breath. Then that big Ram temple. As soon as we stepped down the autowala took me aside and whispered " this is the place where Mulayam Singh's police fired on  Rambhakts and killed 2000." I looked up and down the street,  it was  too small and narrow to accommodate that many.  Then he said " here free lunch is given to over 5000 pilgrims every day." When we went in and he pointed to the dining hall where these 5000 men are fed it looked too small and it bore no tell- tale signs of that many having been fed an hour or so earlier. 

But the hours spent at Saryu river were really wondrous, and memorable. A heavenly calm permeated the breezy evening, quiet flowed the river, and busily but methodically the devouts went about preparing fo
r the river aarti, pushing lighted diyas on the still waters. Till late into the evening the official aarti hadn't started and time to disengage the auto was running out. We bowed to Saryu whose waters Lord Rama waded to ascend to his heavenly abode and left with a heavy heart. The autowala had by now turned surly. He refused to wait any longer though we promised extra fare saying he couldn't even if he wanted to as his vehicle had concked out.

That effectively ended our Ayodhya visit. But not before another glimpse at an Ayodhya unknown to antiquity. He asked me to pay up ₹500 and give ₹200 to the receptionist . And that I could take another auto back to the  hotel for all he cared. Fortunately, we found one. When we gave ₹200 to the receptionist he first  looked at the noted, then at me in apparent bewilderment, 'why me? I will find out" and pocketed it.

Early morning we checked out; the receptionist wasn't anywhere. And we never found out whether he found out why the autowala sent him ₹200. But we just  knew. 

Next morning, we raced  home on the smooth, glistening, miraging  highway wondering Ayodhya nagri had failed to live upto the ideal of Ram Rajya. Maybe, it will now with Lord Rama's image re-established at the spot He was supposedly born.

From the birthplace, Ayodhya, of one Vishnu avatar, Lord Rama, to the burial place, Kushinagar, of another - Bhagwan Buddha, enroute. But that's another travelogue.

Sunday, 2 August 2020

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks’ by Rebecca Skloot



Henrietta Lacks, a 31-year old nondescript coloured woman, lies six feet under an unmarked grave in the Lacks cemetery in Clover, much the way common folks depart- unsung, unheralded. Her white promiscuous ancestors who fathered many generations of illegitimate Lacks from black woman slaves lie even deeper, several feets below them. In death the coloured Lacks managed to come out on top of their white ancestors. 


The book, though, isn’t about smouldering embers of racism that still afflicts erstwhile slave owning societies.  Henrietta’s existential significance oversteps racism. It is singularly different. Twenty years after she died from cervical cancer, her family learns as much as  800 pounds, and growing, of ‘her’ lives on. That’s what this book is about, the whos, hows  and whys of this bafflement. 


As engrossingly narrated as a thriller, only that the plot is real, of real people, of real ethical issues in medical treatment and research, and most intriguingly of the question who owns a patient’s tissues. 


Henrietta Lacks, mother of five children, felt a knot at the tip of her womb. John Hopkins Hospital, Baltimore diagnosed it to be a bulbous malignant tumour. Despite radium therapy the cancer continued to spread inexorably and a year later, in 1951, consumed her at the unlikely age of thirty one. Surprisingly, her biopsied cancerous cells proved extremely resilient and grew prodigiously in a culture medium in Dr Gey’s bio-lab. Dr Gey grew the cells in phials, labelled it HELA , and sent it across the world to medical research teams and whoever asked for it. Later it came to be sold in marketable lots and still is. 


What made HELA so virulent and hardy ?  Normal cells divide at most fifty times, the Hayflick limit , in its lifetime. With every cell division the tail of chromosomes, called telomere, shortens. When it vanishes the cell dies. Only malignant cells, transformed by virus or genetic mutation, can become immortal if they produce an enzyme, telomerase, that regenerates depleted telomeres. HELA is of the immortal kind. 


Unknown to the family HELA facilitated trail blazing medical researches extending the frontiers of our understanding of human biological processes. The polio vaccine, many drugs and antibodies producing chemicals, demystification of genes and building the highways to genetic engineering owe much to experimentation with HELA. Its  progenitor, though, remained shrouded in anonymity for decades till airing of a 1996 BBC documentary. And till Rebecca Skloot, a biology student, heard of HELA in a biology class at the turn of millennium and got suitably obsessed. 


Ten years of dogged research, and digging deep into her credit card limit and student loan resources the author finally unveiled the pathetic and fruitless existence of the real Henrietta vis-a-vis the ‘celebrity’ HELA .  All of it a lone wolf effort. Painstakingly she reconstructs the life story of Henrietta and her five surviving children. Side by Side ,she adverts to medico-legal cases that brought to fore unforgivable want of  humane considerations in conduct of medical research. Unarticulated  in the 50s these surfaced with damning ferocity in the 70s to end in the acceptance of the principle of not mere consent but ‘informed consent’ from subjects of human experimentation. The imperative need of medical fraternity to access parts of human body for research too was reckoned in the historic verdict of Supreme Court of California. It’s worth recounting. 


Dr David Golde at UCLA between 1976-83  regularly collected samples from bone marrow of Mr Moore, a leukaemia patient he had operated upon, ostensibly for follow up monitoring but actually for surreptitiously developing a cell line from his tissues. Before the patient got wind of it Dr Golde had the cell line patented under the brand name of MO and exploited it commercially. Moore sued claiming property rights over his tissue, and finally the case moved to the SC. It ruled that when a patient left his tissues in a doctor’s office or lab he abandoned them as waste. Anyone could take the garbage and sell it. Otherwise not only would medical research be hindered by restricted access to necessary raw material but end up “creating a field where with every cell sample a researcher purchases a ticket in a litigation lottery”. Patient’s consent would become a marketable right and would disincentivize medical research.


It’s another matter that many people who had valuable blood, unique in some ways, turned their bodies into businesses by contracting with biotech firms. That is why the Henrietta family could not fathom why they could not get a cut from the sale of HELA that had done so much for human welfare. One of Henrietta’s son woke up to more than $125000 in debt from a quintuple bypass surgery because he did not have health insurance. Deborah, her daughter, lived and died in an assisted living apartment making do only with social security money. “Everybody in the world got her cells only thing we got of our mother is just them records( her medical records).”, she bemoaned. 


The book hints at a prevailing sentiment among medical fraternity that as indigent coloured received free treatment in hospitals their  bodies were fair game for conducting medical research. Charity had to work both ways - use of their bodies for medical research as a legitimate recompense for free treatment. 


The author touches an issue that may still hold some relevance. Should the patient be comprehensively briefed - the diagnosis, the line of proposed treatment, the likely chances of a full or partial recovery, the side effects ? In the 50s ‘Benevolent Deception’ was widely practiced as full disclosure was held to be upsetting and detrimental to the patient’s psychological predisposition towards the treatment. Which way has it been settled now ? 


HELA continuing to grow monstrously in biotech labs poses a dilemma. Evolution creates new species through transmutation of cells in existing organisms. So it is with HELA !  Each HELA  cell in the process of division undergoes random changes from generation to generation. Henrietta bits, slightly different, evolving separately. Viola ! isn’t HELA then a separate species, one that is ‘alive’ in an unusual way but not ‘living’ in the usual way, like the Norse goddess of death, Hela, ‘living’ trapped in a land between hell and the living.


Cells surviving the host isn’t scriptural Immortality. For that matter, ‘Mortal beings, Immortal cells’  itself sound oxymoronic, if not, ludicrous. Nonetheless, cellular biology is pregnant with unimaginable possibilities for the future of mankind. Not as wild as Deborah’s dread of running into one of her mother’s clones in London sallying forth from a whole community filled with Henriettas. But control and conquest of diseases and promotion of human wellness in more ways than one, surely. 


Truly, the book is a reader’s bonanza . A real life drama of a poor, coloured family plodding through life in a social milieu prejudiced by the colour of human skin. Alongside, a fleeting glance at cellular mechanisms that animate our ‘being’. An irresistible cocktail of human interest and layman’s science . 


And one that sustains readers’ interest to the very end. Fascinating, delightful and insightful. 



Thursday, 16 July 2020

गलवान का उधेड़बुन

मिश्राजी, शुक्लाजी दोनों का मन बड़ा उचाट था। कोविद की मार ऊपर से चीनीयों का दुराचार दोनों को विचलित कर रहा था। मिश्राजी उदासिन मन बोले, “दिन ठीक नहीं जा रहा है, कल  रीग्डवेद का पाठ करायेगें।हमारे पुजारी, दूबेजी, रीग्डवेद श्रद्धापूर्वक वाचते हैं। कल आईएगा ।” अगले दिन रीग्डवेद का पाठ पूर्ण निष्ठा से सम्पन्न हुआ। प्रफुल्लित मन सभी सोफ़ा पर पसर गए। बातों का सिलसिला मिश्राजी ने शुरू किया। 
“दूबेजी,आत्म विभोर हो गया। आपके फ़र्राटेदार बहाव में लेकिन कुछ miss हो गया।” 
“जैसे ? ”
“न कोई घुसा है ,न कोई पोस्ट क़ब्ज़ा हुआ है, आपने कहा। फिर हमारे सैनिकों को किसने मारा ? क्या वे किसी दूसरे देश चले गये थे ?”, मिश्राजी ने पूछा । 
“ नहीं , वे Buffer Zone में शहीद हुए।”
“Buffer zone?” 
“यानि No Man’s Land”
“No Man’s Land ?” 
“वही Demilitarised Zone ”
“Demilitarised zone ? “
“वही , buffer zone” 
मिश्राजी कुछ हकबकाए से दिखे तो शुक्लाजी, जिन्हें  रीग्डवेद पर अटूट विश्वास था, टपक पड़े, 
“रीग्डवेद का मंत्र सदैव circular होता है, जहाँ से शुरू वहीं ख़त्म।जो है वो नहीं है ।हमारे जवान अपने घर में होते हुए भी नहीं थे। यह मंत्र समझ से ऊपर, निश्चल विश्वास पर अाधारित है”
मिश्राजी अब पूरी तरह से कनफूजिया गये,बोले,“रीग्डवेद में  दूबेजी , Buffer Zone क्या होता है ?”
“ जो है भी और नहीं भी ! जब सीमा का निर्धारण ही न हुआ हो तो क्या मेरा क्या तेरा, इसलिए कहा था कि कोई घुसा नहीं ।” तपाक से जवाब आया।
“ विरोधी कुछ और ही राग अलाप रहे है। कहते है 1914 से ही चीन McMahon line के दक्षिण क्षेत्र भारत का माना; गलवान ,हाट स्प्रिंग , पैनगौंग इसी क्षेत्र में हैं । 1960 में चीन ने जो सीमा रेखा खींचा और युद्ध के बाद जहाँ तक पीछे हटे उसके हिसाब से भी ये क्षेत्र भारत में पड़ते हैं।” मिश्राजी ने संशय प्रकट किया।
दूबेजी बोले, “ वह उनका LAC है , सीमाएँ जो उनके नियंत्रण में है।” 
“अच्छा, मामला अब LAC का है । Buffer zone के अन्दर या बाहर है ये LAC ?”
“बाहर। जैसे वनियान और शर्ट - एक अन्दर दूसरा बाहर।” दूबेजी ने समझाया। 

मिश्राजी असमंजस में पड़ गए, एक ही शरीर पर होते हुए कोई कैसे कहे बनियान मेरा पर शर्ट नहीं। अब उन्हें कुछ कुछ रीग्डवेद समझ में आने लगा - जो है वो नहीं है। इसलिए आहत भाव से कुछ और ही बोले,“पर चीनी गलवान को अपना कह रहे हैं । 1962 के इसी धरती की रक्षा में सैकड़ों जवान प्राण निछावर  किए, चीनीयों ने हमारी कई चौकियों को ध्वस्त किया,जवानों को पकड़ पकड़ कर निर्मम हत्या की।उनके ख़ून से सींची ज़मीन भी हमारी नहीं ? ”
“Disengagement हो रहा है, सेनाएँ दो-दो किलोमीटर पीछे हट रही हैं।”शुक्लाजी ने ढाढ़स बँधाया । 
मिश्राजी संतुष्ट नहीं दिखे, “यानी, हमारी LAC पीछे सरकेगी और उनकी आगे , क्योंकि वे पहले ही दस किलोमीटर आगे आ चुके थे ।हम अपनी LAC के अन्दर के कुछ अतिरिक्त क्षेत्र buffer zone में डाल देगें, वे नहीं , है न? इसी तरह चीन अकसई चिन युद्ध के पहले ही हड़प लिया था ।एक बात और , सेना buffer zone की बात करती हीं नहीं ।”
शुक्लाजी गलवान के मकडजाल से निकलने के लिए बोले, “ ये सब सेना पर छोड़ दें । डराईिंग रूम में बैठ कर हम और आप क्या जान सकते हैं ? “
“पर ये बातें तो इतिहास के पन्नों में लिखी है, डराईिंग रूम में बख़ूबी पढ़ी जा सकती है  । इसे सेना या राजतंत्र से ही जानने की विवशता नहीं होनी चाहिए।” मिश्राजी असहमत हुए। 
उनके दिमाग में एक और विचार कौंधा “ मान भी लिया जाए की गलवान buffer zone है फिर भी एक सवाल बना रहेगा ।Buffer zone  संभवत: रणभूमि बन सकती है , वह हमारे नियंत्रण वाले क्षेत्र में क्यों बने, हमारे दावे वाले क्षेत्र (McMahon line से दक्षिण क्षेत्र जो उनके LAC में  हैं ) में क्यों नहीं ? दोनों के सीमा दावों के बीच के क्षेत्र को buffer धोषित करना क्या और श्रेयकर नहीं होगा ?” 

शुक्लाजी सोच में पड़ गए, फिर बोले “ दिमाग पर ज़ोर मत डालिए, रीग्डवेद से कोई हल निकल आएगा, जैसे कोई घुसा नहीं का Buffer zone से सुलझा ।” 
“बस एक संशय और। अगर हमारे दावे के क्षेत्र buffer zone बने रहेगें तो अमित शाह का अकसई चिन सपना पूरा कैसे होगा? ” 
“कोई मुश्किल नहीं, जब वे MLAs थोक के भाव से खरीद सकते हैं तो अकसई चिन भी चीनीयों से ख़रीद लेगें। अमेरीका ने क्या अलास्का रूस से नहीं ख़रीदा ?” शुक्लाजी ने बात सँभाली । कुछ देर तक सन्नाटा छाया रहा, फिर मिश्राजी तड़पते हुए बोले,
“कुछ भी हो, रीग्डवेद विरोधियों पर लगाम लगाना ज़रूरी है। दुष्प्रचार करते रहते हैं , PM से अनाप शनाप प्रश्न करते है, आर्मी के कार्यकलापों पर प्रश्नचिन्ह लगाते हैं। प्रजातंत्र में कहीं ऐसा होता है ? मंझे प्रजातंत्र में चुने प्रतिनीधि राजपाठ चलाते हैं, प्रजा उनके दीर्घायु होने की कामना करते रहती है, बस। जवाब सवाल नहीं ।”
दूबेजी, “ जाने दीजिए बिलकुल अज्ञानी है, शिक्षा रीगवेद से प्राप्त करेंगें तो उदंन्ड होना स्वभाविक है ।उनके लिए रीग्डवेद पाठ अनिवार्य होना चाहिए ” 
“रीग्डवेद पर सभी आस्था रखें । राजतंत्र, सेना की बातें घोल कर पी लें, बाक़ी ढकार दें , अचूक मूलमंत्र है।अनभिज्ञता फैलाएं ताकि लोगों की उलजलूल सवाल करने की क्षमता जाती रहे। यही ध्येय  विस्तार और आत्मसात् योग्य है” । दूबेजी के ये प्रेरणादायी बोल सुन सभी सानन्द अपने घर को चल दिए । 

Tuesday, 7 July 2020

India-China Disengage at LOC-a Dilemma for ‘saffronists’

Special representatives of India and China finally got engaged to yet again agree to disengage troops at the border flash points. The raucous, intimidatory ‘nationalist’ brigade, aptly nicknamed  Bhakt , are subdued. They are in a fix whether to distribute ladoos and take out victory processions for Bharat Mata or continue with their bellicose public posturing. Their dilemma primarily stems from none other than the definitive assertion of Mr Modi, PM, in whom they see a Lord Krishna with Sudarshan Chakra incarnate, 

न कोई हमारी सीमा में घुसा है, न ही हमारी कोई पोस्ट किसी दूसरे के कब्जे में है : नरेंद्र मोदी

For, if and when disengagement does take place ( it was agreed to earlier in the first week of May too)  the Chinese would be moving a step back within their ‘own’ territory by our PM’s assertion. In the fine prints of the separate communiques issued by the two sides one hears echoes of this affirmation. While the Chinese speak of peace and tranquility with resolve to protect sovereignty over their claimed territories , India does it sans reiteration of  its own territorial claims. It seeks refuge in the comforting obfuscation of semantics.  When the location of LAC itself  is in dispute , India’s call to respect LAC is just self-deluding diplomatese. It only reaffirms Chinese claims via the disowning statement of PM. 

Such an anomalous situation is also a gross insult to the memory of the brave jawans who fought valiantly to uproot Chinese structures in Galwan. It makes them intruders into Chinese territory rather than defenders of our Dharti Mata. Puts bhakts in a spot. Therefore what cheer can there be for bhakts in this disengagement. One does empathise with them. As if sitting on the horns of a dilemma wasn’t enough , China simultaneously claims land on Bhutan Ladakh border. 

Saturday, 4 July 2020

Life After Covid19

The veggie , fruit carts no longer do the rounds of mohalla lanes, and the neighbourhood grocer has discontinued home delivery. I must do the rounds of the markets for daily needs myself. A blessing in disguise for limbs attenuated by three months of enforced dormancy- they get exercised. It’s not all hunky dory, though. An ordeal follows. For the door is a Laxman Rekha , beyond lies the sinister embrace of Ravan. Only that in Kaliyuga he is called CORONA. Stepping over the threshold invisibly stamps the body - ‘Corona Smooched’. 

Like this one for real. I stand on the wrong side of the Laxman Rekha with a jhola full of fruits and vegetables. The doorbell ding dongs within. Wife opens the door and quickly steps a meter back. I park the jhola by the door for its nightly quarantine and look to her. See no ingratiating smile, only a face resolutely set, brows raised ,forehead creased and a finger pointing straight at the bathroom. I look piteous, dissipated. This would be my third visit of the day to that blasted room. On other days it’s just two. 

 A glimpse of the state-of-the-art existential truths seeping in as levers of lockdown unwind ! The old ways may not dissolve but it won’t resurrect in the same body. More likely, as a Coke de-fizzed, a deadlocked original unable to effervesce. Yet, nostalgia for pre-Covid days will grow upon us like craving for water in arid Sahara. Will the bygone carefree, carousing, idyllic, gregarious days return ? Let’s do some crystal ball gazing. 

 I see settling in a more pervasive, sinister, psychic pandemic - FEAR , that most primal of human instincts pandering to self-preservation. And tailing it its sororal mate - SUSPICION. Both colonising our subconscious mind and destined to play havoc with our old life styles. The singular attribute differentiating Covid from all others is its propensity to spread exponentially like an Australian bush fire. In just 12 days past mid -June, India added 2 lakh more Covid cases against a cumulative total of 3 lakh cases since its outbreak in December. That there are asymptomatic carriers too only deepens anxiety. How to know that the normally behaving man in front is not afflicted ? Fear and suspicion of Covid will be an overshadowing influence in all future human interactions. Our familiar comfort zones will be severely threatened. 

The enduring attribute of the future will be contact averseness. This will manifest in myriad ways. More and more of interactions will become virtual rather than real. Establishments will build an architecture of workspaces with Work-from-Home as its mainstay and oxygenation through online meetings, workshops, brainstorming sessions, and training. Those who do attend office will not drop into cubicles of their colleagues for tea. One can’t drink with masks on and unmasked men are Risky with a capital R. Much of pleasurable pursuits will be in the virtual space- online shopping , online entertainment, home delivery of food rather than eating outside, to name a few. Families will keep social visits to a bare minimal, and that too after due diligence about mutual Covid history of family members and their surrounds. The dread of dear ones coming home infected will continually haunt families. 

 Even people who have recovered from Covid will be looked upon with askance. Ok, he got well but the virus may still be in his body, who knows. The worst victims of suspicion will be the labourers returning to their temporarily abandoned workplaces. God knows how many potentially risky places they visited before showing up, keep a safe distance from them. 

 Phrases like ‘whispering in the ears’ , an ‘earful’ will become archaic. However, ‘Not distant yet distant’ will acquire a profound meaning. The future of the oldest profession in the world, prostitution, seems dim, very dim. As physical contact becomes increasingly verboten, Aristotle’s aphorism “man is by nature a social animal” will be tested. 

 Existing vigilante groups will lose big time. The anti-Romeo, anti-Valentine ,Love-jihad squads will not find couples walking shoulder to shoulder,hands in hand, or necking each other in public places. But vigilantism may see a recrudescence in a milder but more widespread form. Men will be unforgiving of those violating norms of social distancing or venturing out without masks and sanitisers. And they will publicly express their disapproval in more blunt ways than one. Even parking a car too close to another may invite censure. Incorrigible norms violating neighbours may be branded social reprobates and shunned. 

 Covid will have a psycholical say in international relations too. As hugging becomes passé Heads of State greetings will lose a bit of the ‘garamjoshi’ of old days. A handshake keeps shakers two arms length away exuding as little warmth as Birbal’s handi would get. A folded hands ‘namaste’ is better, just an arms length away oozing more warmth and exuding spiritual affinity. But a hug ? It’s hearty, heart to heart, a syncing of two heart beats ! Hot, Sublime, Ethereal. Our PM will sorely miss hugplomacy. When all the stops are out, hugplomacy will still be a non starter. 

 Not our enthusiasm for festivity, after all the Indian’s love for ‘tamasha’ is congenital. Though Covid spectre will not be a killjoy but it will moderate the manner in which we will express it. Weddings, anniversaries, birthdays celebs will be small time physical affair but grand online extravaganza via video conferencing. Many times more participants than in the actual event will Zoom in to virtually share in and demonstrate their joy and happiness from the confines of their homes. Even pirouette, carouse, gormandise in step with the progress of the physical ceremony for all to see. An explosive fervour away from the venue and spread over hundred of homes at hundred of places. As global as it can get. 

Breakdowns, disruptions, kinks in daily routines will become commonplace and taken in stride. The moment a school, college, or office detects Covid infection within its premises it will lockdown immediately sending inmates scurrying home to undergo , possibly , home quarantine. Restrictive procedures like Hot Spot, Containment, Red ,Orange and Green zones will frequently pepper chitchat and keep the cauldron of fear and suspicion boiling. Temperature checks will form an additional security layer for admittance to public places, offices, parks, theatres, sporting grounds and such other places. Annoying niggles. 

 A post Covid world will need to absorb hitherto unforeseen incremental costs. Continual sterilising of means of public transport, Offices, Halls, Malls, spacing out of parking slots, conducting IR thermometric 
tests, prophylactic and curative measures to prevent and combat Covid, many such supplemental costs will accrue. Already glimmers of the expected surge are visible. Wages of labour have gone up, including those of my housemaids. One reason could be the reluctance of migrant labourers to return to places they had to exit unceremoniously. 

 That means citizens will be intimately impacted in one other existential dimension- Higher Cost of Living

Tuesday, 30 June 2020

The PM Care China Goodwill Fund ?

For Every Rupee of India’s trade with China 35 paisa flows out of India. Lost for ever - to the India’s The PM’s Care China Goodwill Fund ? With China shamelessly occupying over 100kms of Indian territory in Ladakh region should India continue to bolster this fund by trade with that inimical country? 

Sunday, 28 June 2020

The Chinese Locust

No Hocus-pocus 

 Abuzz with sinister wanderlust ,
 In the hills, the Confucian locust , 
In the plains, the desert locust. 
Only fools hope they self destruct, 
The wise rush to combust. 
Heed ye for it's no hocus focus 



Wednesday, 17 June 2020

The unprovoked killing of Indian soldiers in Galwan in Ladakh

Extremely saddened by the martyrdom of our brave Jawans. The first casualties on the Indo-Sino border since 1967, I understand. 


The ‘Ghost of Galwan’ gobbles up the ‘Spirit of Wuhan’ . The inchoate  ‘esprit de corps’ of quad (US, Aus,Jap) crumbles like a castle of sand - all mute spectators, ‘quarantined’ by the ‘spectre’ of China . Nepal too twirls its moustache. Playing out the truism- the strong get stronger by the weak jumping onto its bandwagon. 


Where does that leave us? A sobering thought ! If we buckle now, on the battle field or in diplomatic parleys , it only whets the appetite of the grasping neighbour. 


A consensus around the idea of not yielding , and to temper the iron in our national character into steel to bear its consequences needs to be evolved. We are into the historic Peloponnesian War scenario, where an ‘unruly’ democratic Athens is confronted by a superior and martial Sparta. Yet, Athens won for Athenians rose to a man. So we can ! 


We need to build a unitary national political theme. Not stand on the high pedestal of a ruling majority to silence pockets of dissonant, inquiring voices from below. Need to channel all voices into a high-pitched national crescendo of ‘Jo Bole So Nihal’. Coercing opposition to be children of Hamlin following the Pied Piper into the mountains of anonymity is not the way to go about it. For in politics there are no children, only the wise and the stupid according to the times. 


So, it is time to display sagacity. The burden of bringing the peoples behind the leadership lies with itself. The measure of success achieved in this direction will be the real litmus test of its political maturity - consensus without compelling, meeting of minds without guns at the heads. 


The past record of this regime in this sense has been less than enviable. It has relied almost exclusively on ‘my way or the highway’. But this is a national emergency with a hegemonic China speaking from behind the barrel of its guns. An all party meet is slated for Friday. Hope the engagement transcends partisan narrowness and evolves a genuine consensus rather than attempting to bring leaders round to the state point of view. The nation needs it to succeed. For only that will mobilise popular support for the state and enthuse its citizen. 

Friday, 12 June 2020

Boycott Chinese Goods





I am firmly in the grip of the sentiment and convinced of the righteousness of it that appeals to all Indians- Boycott Chinese Goods.

China feasted on Aksai Chin, but its ken for desserts remains unsated. It keeps nibbling at uninhabited, unpatrolled hilly  tracts and grasslands  around the LAC with impunity. Maps are cooked up to create a smokescreen of  'Differing Perceptions' to keep the borders unsettled and the door open for wilful incursions. Daring even to intrude at the very moment Messrs Xi and Modi shake hands in Brazil.

Past masters at the game of Patience they wait and wait hoping their illegitimate occupation to convert into 'concurring' or 'conceding' perceptions.  It has  'weaponized' perceptions. 

It negates our efforts for a permanent seat in UNSC ; it stymies our entry into the Nuclear Suppliers Group ; it seeks to helmet us with OBOR and mount maritime surveillance of  coastlines from a string of pearls it is building in the neighbourhood ; it lends moral and military support to the terror exporter, Pakistan. 

And yet we do booming business with China, building up a huge Balance of Trade deficit. We import more than double of what we export to China, thereby hobbling our domestic industry especially the small and medium sector. Chinese brands have captured 73% of smartphone sales. And invested heavily in domestic companies raising the spectre of India going the USA way,  where ownership of many well known firms have passed into Chinese hands. That is one reason for the growing distaste for globalization.

Why should we allow a hegemonic, inimical,  gluttonous neighbour to build financial muscles and presumably use it against us ? The state may have niceties of international law and diplomacy to contend with in decision making. But as citizens , individual or corporate, isn't it our moral duty to  express our hurt and rage at this roguish behaviour that threatens our territorial integrity. Let the govt do its bit, and we our bit - Boycott Made in China. 

The state has already shown the way, imposing embargoes on countries that sided with Pakistan against us in the UN - ban on palm oil imports from Malaysia, for instance. While the state engages with China, we too must  raise a protesting crescendo and boycott directed at the Dragon. Make the Dragon aware of the roar of Bheema. Strike the enemy at its weakest is an old dictum. China is at the moment. 

Why should we invest all our pent up national fury only on the effete Pakistan. Why not red eyeball the more pesky,  belligerent China ? 

Boycott is a call gaining momentum, help it acquire critical mass.  CAIT claiming  to represent 7 crore traders has given the clarion call for boycott. Let big houses follow suit.

Vidhu Vinod Chopra has appealed on  social media to boycott ‘Made in China’. Wangchuk’s video from Ladakh drew over 20 lakh views. Mr Chopra  asserted 'that these should be converted into something concrete that would bite the Chinese government'. 

Did PM's address to the nation last month for  ‘Atmanirbhar Bharat’ hint as much ? 

The appeal isn't a Red vomit against Saffron brigade or one made in wilful default of  legal and business issues involved. It's made in realisation of a moment in passage of history when self respect and national pride supersedes all .

Even the RSS chief, Mohan Bhagwat feels so "We speak about self-dependence and standing up to China. The new government seems to be standing up to it. But where will the government draw strength from if we don't stop buying things from China?"

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