07 November, 2011

The Rock

A poem a close to me. Written by Navdeep Sihra after a conversation between us. I hope you would appreciate it.


The Rock

Then, the dusk set in-
And the golden Disk disappeared
To the other side of the rock
And he, still hanging,
Kept on thinking about his existence

What had there been, which he might have lost ?
Here, many a sun wasted and many a moon spoilt
Until now, he never saw himself at things
Which made love die in the lover's very eyes.

This rock never held him in promise
But his heart said all otherwise.
Was that mere a passion-
Why was then his eyes wet and soul so bright?

Every jerk now and then,
Writing a new expression-
Garbled his sense of doing and being.
Questioning seeking, sometimes retiring -
Desperate for even a little niche.

And he recalled- a Battle field
A vast armada of tragic flaws and total black out
Reluctant Hamlet -Hesitant Arjuna
Both in need of a walking stick.

Then the call-"Arjuna! Don't live for the End."
"You can't live upto the End."
He found himself at peace
Perplexities- ruffles of the disturbed mind
Chinks and crumbles falling of rock on his being
Looked like Rain drops in the poor man's field.

Thus, he was hanging-
He dared not look below
(for it, he had lost the sense of belonging. )
He was not feeling like looking above
(for,he simply could not imagine.)
He was feeling the rock
Was it love? - the question lost its meaning
Now,his eyes were daubing every inch of the space in between...

He knew not what if conquered
As he could die too with a gust of wind
All expectations pruned - all questions dropped
He was in delirium or simply feeling at home.

01 November, 2011

मौत


मौत से डर नहीं लगता जनाब
डर तो ज़िंदगी से लगता है
मौत तो अपनी महबूबा है, एक दिन ज़रूर आएगी
ज़िंदगी बेवफा है, कब तक साथ निभाएगी?
ज़िंदगी ने हर पल दुख दिए
मौत तो एक ही बार आएगी
ज़िंदगी ने साथ निभाने का वायदा जो किया था
वो वादा भी अब मौत निभाएगी
ज़िंदगी ने बहुत ज़ुल्म किए
मौत ज़ुल्मो से दूर ले जाएगी
मौत तो वफ़ा निभाएगी
ज़िंदगी बेवफा कहलाएगी
-
विशाल गुप्ता
अक्टूबर १६, २०११

16 October, 2011

Revolution 2020 - Book Review


Chetan Bhagat breaks the image of a college writer and steps into a cult of his own with his new and most thought provoking book, Revolution 2020. In this book, Bhagat not only shows his dream of a revolution to tackle the innumerable social and political problems sucking the life out of the nation today; but also touches down on the more sensitive side of the young Indian psyche. The underlying theme grabs the attention of the audience where circumstances turn an orphan whom you just cannot feel enough sympathetic about, into a corrupt manipulative ‘Sir’; yet he manages to show that humanity shall always prevail in hearts, even though modern agendas like ‘practicality’ and ‘money-mindedness’ may have their shine in time, humanity dies only with the human.

As always, Bhagat manages to give a picture of India in its everyday routine. Be it bribes at every stage of the bureaucracy, pressure behind the marriage of a girl, the decade long cases in the courts or the flight of the ambition of the common man; Bhagat shows the extent the Indian man has to go to achieve his dreams. He doesn’t let a ‘cut’ of 20%, or two horrible years in a city which improves a slight chance for getting into a college which might change the face of his family someday. Bhagat also reveals the consequences faced by those who choose to bring a revolution to the country by trying to be an example. Somehow, the advice from parents to be honest and brave changes the moment they realise they will not be there forever to look after their patron.

For the 2nd time, Bhagat probes into the mind of the Indian female and digs deep into her life, her pressures and choices she is compelled to live with. Her character also reveals the complex sexual tension when she finds herself askew between ‘commitment’ and ‘love’. Bhagat pens down an extraordinary character in the face of Aarti who probes into the thoughts of the reader, was her decision correct?

In a nutshell, Bhagat makes the blood gushing into the veins of Indian readers once again. You can see the constant shift from being a college writer to a writer who writes with a mission, sending out a message at large. This time, he asks a question. The revolution is coming. Are you ready for it?


05 September, 2011

Rain

It has been a long wait
After which this drop has fallen today
It travelled a great distance
and now stands, proud on a dry leaf

She was conceived in the heart of a cloud
above the great ocean, she took her first lesson
The ocean taught her to be calm in apathy
and be fierce in war
The ocean taught her, the significance of company
that you may conquer the world, with those of your sort
and the ocean taught her individuality
the importance of every drop

Her education would have been incomplete
had she lingered for long
so her mother took her away
to places far beyond

The cloud then took her ashore
where she saw the waves crash into the coast
the land she saw, yet remained calm
provided homage to those who asked

The land seemed pleased, at her sight
and welcomed in the cloud and her child
the land knew, the fate of the rain
and wished her fortune, in the journey ahead

The cloud moved on, being driven by the wind
its force made the little drop chill
She shivered with fear, at the might of the draught
The crazy wind seemed, to fathom the minor’s thought

‘Fear not little one,’ the mighty one said
‘For there’s no greater joy than in adventure,’ even as it sped
‘I race the world, many times around
I dig in corners, untold unfound.’

‘I’ve seen the land, and so will you
savoured in its majestic hue
I’ve seen castles being built and mountains being shattered
I’ve seen golden robes and hearts cratered
One day, not far from now
I’ll take you to the wonders the world has
Fear not little one, I’ll take care of you
as I will see you, bringing life from the dead
for there’s no greater joy,
as I’ve learnt in my endeavours
than being the reason to someone’s smile
when you drop off little one
you’ll make the world dance with joy.’

The drop shuddered at the thought of leaving the cloud
But was intrigued to understand the world the wind talked about
the cloud moved forward, it’s heart full
she knew the time was near
when she’d bid goodbye to her daughter dear.

She stopped for a moment to catch her breath
over a land so barren as if it were never wet
the grains of sand reminded her of her beloved sea
she was about to shower it with love and set the rain free

The wind was quick to remind
that the journey was not as complete
that needy lands awaited the cloud, so full of life
so scorched that it would be injustice
to waste such precious love on a land which does not care
which is cursed to be sterile
which pays no heed, if it’s a kingdom of death
or a haven of life

The rain heard it all,
her respect for the wind grew
she promised herself to follow the wind
and go wherever it blew

The cloud at last reached the place
where the rain was eagerly awaited
and when the Sun was blocked by the cloud
the people looked sceptic, filled with doubt

Many a cloud had come and gone
with no promise of a single drop
it seemed the clouds had learnt from man
to look promising, but not to lend a hand

This one knew, it had to fall
and cried goodbye to its beloved one
after an emotion which raged and blew
which made the sky from gold to blue
which made the wind too afraid to stay
the wind gushed down, away from the cloud
the air was torn apart by the mother’s lament,
the cloud finally, accepted the dismissal
the first drops of tears, dropped.
The world rejoiced when the cloud sobbed
the drop then fell with her sisters beside
following the wind, the drop fell through the sky

She seemed so strong, so many aside
yet so serene, tearing through the skies
she had the power, to push down a tree
or she could, quench a dying man’s plea
she could choose, to fall on the land
and salute the feet of where the world stands
she could just play around
and see the world with the wind
or she could choose a bleak land
where no love had ever been

‘Where do you wish, little drop
to kiss the world with your fall?’
Asked the wind, the drop had made its choice
to bring back life, to love a dead world
it didn’t matter to her, where she’d fall
her fate was beautiful, no matter how small
she chose it all, and nothing at all
she chose to love, the weak the strong

It has been a long wait
after which the drop has fallen today
It travelled a great distance

And now stands proud, on a dead dry leaf


-         Vishal Gupta
August 28th, 2011



27 August, 2011

The Day Which Could Have Been


Oh dear! It was all just a dream. He woke up with a start, sweating.
He didn’t have the time to lay more focus on the dream. It was already 8:20 am. Class began in 10 minutes. He had to rush lest he be thrown out of class again. He quickly picked up his bag, gave a thoughtful look to the toothbrush and ran out of the room. He never noticed the note pressed below the clock.
It was another usual day. He cycled past innumerable faces which he saw every day. They never cared to give him a glance. Everyone is so self-engulfed here. He reached the classroom. The professor had already started distributing sleeping pills. He quietly went to sit in his usual chair. The professor didn’t seem to care. He must be used to it by now. He looked at the chair across to him. Aashni, she had come today. One of these days, I’m going to tell you how I feel about you. He knew he wouldn’t. She was out of his league. A member of the choreography team, a basketball player and one of the brightest students in the class. She didn’t even notice him when he used to pass the occasional smiles to her. As if he didn’t even exist. But he didn’t mind that. All he knew was, that there is a girl, whom he loved.
‘Vaibhav!’ The professor spoke for the third time, irritated.
He came out of the world of his dreams and responded, ‘Present Sir.’
The professor moved on to the next name. Barely giving an acknowledgement. The students followed the professor out of the class after the roll call. There was still some time before the next class. He waited for Aashni to leave. After she disappeared beyond the door, he got up, picked his bag and left. Some of his friends were chatting outside the classroom. They were talking about the upcoming fest and the new theme. The organising team member amongst them was recounting the story of how his teammates agreed upon the idea after three hours of debating and argument.
‘But playing cards? How much can you innovate with them?’ He argued.
Nobody seemed to listen to him. They went on with their conversation. Why? He didn’t get it. Every time he spoke something, most people behaved that he didn’t even exist. Why can’t you all be a little more respectful and give the words of another person a little thought before continuing with your mind-numbing thoughts.
‘My dad has a deck so old that all its hearts have had bypasses by now,’ a friend tried to pull off a joke.
Everyone laughed. Most people didn’t understand it, but it wouldn’t be very wise to keep a straight face when everyone else was laughing. He laughed too. I wish I could walk away, but it would be rude to walk away. He wouldn’t dare to walk out of the chat everyone was having. Being a part of everyone was all he had. It was time for the class again. No one seemed interested. He knew, they were going to go in the class 5 minutes late. No reason. People just thought it was “cooler” like that. Aashni moved in. He went in after her. Someone looked at the spot he had been standing a moment ago, then joined back into the conversation. It was nothing which required too much attention.
After another hour of a fatal lecture, he started moving to the mess. Along the way he thought why he was there. Every day the same question bothered him. He was not learning much in those classes and he did not excel in anything else. The world belonged to people who excelled. He was not an achiever. Then why was he put on the planet. What purpose did he serve apart from being a waste to his parents’ hard earned money. Everything he had learnt till date was of no use in the real world. He was reaching nowhere. Well, I’ve reached the mess. Irony always ruled a part of his mind. He glanced at the thing which was being served in the name of food. He moved to the canteen which had dared to operate right next to the mess. Initially everyone was sceptical if a private canteen right next to the mess was a profitable idea. But the dealer was a good businessman. He had seen the condition of the mess and knew he’d get more business there than anywhere else. His business had grown beyond its capacity. Mismanagement and misplacing of orders were nothing new there. He ordered for his usual. After 30 minutes of waiting, he didn’t get anything. He moved to the kitchen where another boy was already complaining.
‘Wait dada, your order is next on the line. It’s a busy day today.’
It’s a busy day for me too you pest. He didn’t give a thought to what kept him busy. He laid down a 20 rupee note and took two packets of chips from the shop. He made way for his room, thinking about the last phonecall conversation with his dad.
‘Apple?’
‘Yes.’
‘Glucose?’
‘Yes.’
‘How many glasses?’
Two. ‘Three.’
‘Why do you do this Vaibhav? If you don’t take care of your health then how will you put the effort in studying? Don’t do this.’
Silence.
‘Had a bath today?’
‘Yes.’
‘Yesterday?’
Truth or yes. ‘No.’
‘Won’t you listen to anything we say?’
Silence.
‘Keep a chart on your wall, of the list of things you have to do every day.’
‘Yes.’
‘Yes. And study well and keep good care of your health.’
And shouldn’t I keep my head clean of garbage? I’ve heard this a hundred times dad! ‘Yes.’
‘And listen to some wise men’s words. I have couriered you the Geeta. One page a day. It’ll keep your mind off the filth. And today Sri Sri Ravi…’
He didn’t remember everything about the conversation. Even though it was the same thing day after day for the last two years, after a point he just became uninterested and kept the phone after he heard the final ‘Okay’ from his dad. Life did not have much meaning.
He looked at his phone again. His family were the only people who contacted him through that phone. I really have no other friends. Ofcourse there were people who lived near his room. They came every time India won a match to collect money for crackers. He knew they spent most of it on alcohol. He never participated in the drinking sessions, but he paid every time. Everyone else does too.
It thundered. It was going to rain. Winds were slowly brushing his hair, prompting him to get to his room before they turned violent. He reached his room, thinking if he should follow the plan he was thinking of for such a long time. The fan invited him every time he looked at it. He had already bought the rope but slept every night just staring at it. He knew he couldn’t gather the courage to actually do it. He opened the door.
Wind rushed into the room as soon as the door opened.
The boy passing by the room did not notice the absurdity at first. He came back and looked at the room with a shock of disbelief. He had seen the view before, but only on the television. He closed his eyes and screamed at louder than he had ever before. A small crowd gathered around. Someone ran off to inform the warden. Some people got inside the room and brought the body down. Someone saw a little note under the clock. It didn’t make much sense. ‘Even I feel the same way,’ he thought. An atmosphere of shock and grief engulfed the hostel soon.
Oh dear! It was not a dream.

Written by –
Vishal Gupta



15 July, 2011

9 Day Satyagraha

Pilot

Baba Ramdev. In the recent past this name and the incidents associated with it have reached a zenith of political controversy and confusion in the country. This article is an attempt to reach out to the masses and bring out the salient points of the entire drama seen.

For 8 years now, a bearded man has ruled the morning television showing us how to deflate the spare tyres many Indians have been carrying for decades. It was not an overnight effect, but slowly his fame reached every household with parents asking their children to shift from conventional yoga to modern pranayama. It seemed like a slow yet effective revolution for India which was going into the depths of the 21st century and it would have been wrong to step there without the baton of heritage passed on by one of the earliest civilisations on the planet. All was going well and fine until this bearded man started mixing patriotism with yoga. For a country obsessed with its freedom struggle and religious politics, this man told us things which we love to hear but hate to follow. He talked about removing corruption, bringing back Indian money, creating awareness through local languages, and many more ear-pleasing speeches which put him in the large category of shouters who said they wanted an Indian revolution but didn’t do anything except shout on the television an organise a few rallies now and then. No one ever had any problem with the Baba who taught people how to cure diseases through breathing and sold a lot of his “healthy” stuff like biscuits. Now and then there were controversies by news channels bored with the daily rape stories that the Baba had made billions from by selling these stuffs but no one seemed to mind. We Indians have developed a very peaceful attitude since the days of the British that till someone doesn’t put a foot in our throats, we don’t mind it. Even after that if we choose to mind, we must have the monetary power to speak. If you do have the power, your throat is automatically safe. So the country continued to live in the peaceful manner.


Baba’s Causes

Then one day suddenly the Baba got mad and announced he was going to hold a Satyagraha to make the government accept his demands and put out a long list of 10 demands which had to be completed before the Baba would eat again. Both the people and the Government were confused as you just don’t go up to a state and tell them to give you a life of your choice else you won’t eat again. But this was no ordinary plea. It was a plea by the greatest Baba ever. Thousands of people supported the Baba and his inspiring words. Even the Government was shaken as after 8 years of their own rule in the country, they were not even able to gather a support of people from their own party and this man had gathered a crowd of thousands on seemingly impractical words. Something had to be done. What followed was an epic of a political drama but let’s first see the 10 demands the Baba actually made.

1.      Declaring property of Indian frauds as national property – This seemed to be a simple thing to do. Naturally, it had a lot many problems behind it. Why should a corrupt man’s family be punished for his crime? Why should he pay more than 100 times of what he earned illegally? What do you mean by “national property”? Seemingly, this was a simple issue but in modern India such a demand can lead to catastrophic results. Sadly our innocent Baba wasn’t aware of this.

2.      Bringing back money from the Swiss Banks – According to the new UNO charter, countries must bring back their surplus money from foreign banks and keep it in their own states. This was to help the developing nations like India. Somehow, India has billions of dollars stashed in the Swiss banks itself. Now what’s wrong if a person chooses a Swiss bank rather than an Indian bank to keep his money safe? After all there’s a right to choice.  But look at it this way. The money stored in a Swiss bank is used by the Swiss people to earn revenue. It’s like your neighbour taking 100/- from you, making 500/- from it and giving you back 150/- and you being content with it. Moreover, the bank accounts are found to be primarily in the possession of Indian politicians. Meaning, the people who pledge to serve the society and make it a better place to live in have billions stashed in their personal accounts rather than helping their own needy nation with it. A question arises. Are they storing the money in a foreign bank for safety reasons, or is it just a means of putting off their monetary investigation for as long as possible.

3.      Harsh penalty for the corrupt – Point to be noted. The “harsh penalty” here refers to either death or life imprisonment. Many ethical questions are raised by it. Are we punishing more than the culprit deserves? Is it moral to choke someone to death who was just trying to make 20 extra bucks for his hungry children at home? Is this a real necessity in the “honest” bureaucracy our country holds?

4.      Making a strong Lokpal – To comment anything about what and why a Lokpal is, will have to go into an entirely different story. For now I’ll ask my readers to be satisfied with only the knowledge that Lokpal is the “stuff” Anna Hazare has been trying to implement, so it must be a good thing as Anna too went on a fast and wears white clothes. For more information, there’s always Google.

5.      Speeding up the judiciary – How long does it take to convict a man captured killing civilians by the country’s best commando force? Exactly 1 year 5 months and 10 days. And another 291 days to act upon the sentence. India is a country where the civil cases run longer than the civilian. In such a scenario, Baba asks for a “faster” judiciary. By faster he means clearing all cases within 365 days. Apparently, the Government has other plans.

6.      Banning 500/- and 1000/- notes – This has been called the most idiotic demand of Baba Ramdev and most of the allegations on him are based on this demand. Let me just clear up the air on why the Baba was adamant on this. It was simply because these are the prime currency notes used for bribery. Moreover, these have a small silver strip which makes them unallowable to be taken on foreign lands without customs duty. Those of you who have had an opportunity to visit foreign lands might be aware of this. Personally I support the idea that this is a very foolish and impractical demand, but I don’t mind it.

7.      Education in Regional languages – Pros. Increasing awareness all across India so each child woman and villager will be able to read and write in their own language which they’ve spoken and heard since childhood. Increasing awareness will make farming more scientific, people more aware about their rights and duties and automatically build to a better nation. Cons. If everyone chooses to study in their own language, there will not be a unification and India shall become a second China with a fifth of the world’s language problems. Plus being an IITian I can say that encouraging engineering education in regional languages is not a good idea because it will lead to entrance exams in local languages which will make it impossible for national colleges to function. If that happens, the education system at the grass root level may improve but on a higher level will be tarnished.

8.      Direct election of the Prime Minister – India works on a party system where the people directly vote for political parties and the winning party decides amongst themselves who shall be the Prime Minister. Though there aren’t many principles on which this system can be shown as a poor one, but time and again examples have shown that election of a person is better. In small societies in India, people prefer to elect people rather than smaller groups. In Gujrat, the name Narendra Modi catches more votes than any party and it has led to a prospering and developing state which holds a big chunk of industrial India. In the most stable democracy in the world, there is a system of electing a direct President and people are always satisfied with it.

9.      Banning land acquisition Act – This is a very old law which blankly gives the state government the power to acquire any land from any individual or company. It can be seen in the recent Singur case. It was originally used by the British to snatch away the land from farmers in India. Apparently, our Baba seems to think that this law has no place in modern India.

10.  Public Service Delivery Guarantee Act – Lastly Baba wants an act by which if a public servant fails to serve the public, he shall pay to the concerned person in monetary terms on a daily or weekly basis as a part of his or her punishment. This shall ensure a fast and efficient process of Public Service Delivery.


Course

And with these 10 demands, Baba went on a fast on June 4th, 2011. But there was some incidents which happened before the fast took place. There has been a lot of controversy over how the Baba went into the fast and I wouldn’t go into every interpretation and reference made. I focus only on the events and facts which took place and leave the interpretation to my readers.

·         Baba Ramdev booked the Ramleela ground for a Yoga camp. The Baba was all over the media and the government that he was about to go on a Satyagraha and it doesn’t take a political Einstein to figure out what Baba was actually going to do with the ground. Also, Delhi Chief Minister Sheela Dixit personally ensured that the ground was fit for the activity, a bit unusual check for a normal Yoga camp.

·         When Ramdev entered Delhi through Delhi airport on June 1st, 2011, four central ministers from the centre were there to receive him and talk to him. As I said, I will not comment on any interpretation of this activity regardless what the Baba or the government aid. It’s just a fact that 4 central ministers; cabinet finance minister Sri Pranab Mukharjee, cabinet minister of human resource and development Sri Kapil Sibal, central representative of Chandigarh constituency Sri Pawan Kr. Bansal and central representative of Ranchi constituency, Sri Subodh Kant Sahay; were present to receive Baba. A statement was issued by the government later that I was an act of one’s own will and had nothing to do with the government. I’d add an afternote that even after this statement, I always see Sri Kapil Sibal handling the media about the Ramdev incident.

·         Baba Ramdev had a meeting with central ministers at Claridges, 5 star hotel in Delhi on June 3rd, 2011 which lasted for 5 hours. This was just a day before the fast was about to start. It may also be added that this was after the airport incident and Kabil Sibal was the spokesperson to the media by the Congress after the meeting.

Finally as we know, the Satyagraha began. At 1600 hours, the government, again represented by Kapil Sibal, made public an undertaking. A picture of the letter made public is given below.


“In agreement to worshipable Swami Ramdevji, the issues which we presented before the government, the government has provided us with answers to them in writing.
We agree that the government shall not only think on these issues seriously but also given the confidence that to bring forward these issues strong steps will be taken.
There are disagreements on a few issues but we have faith that the issues on which we have agreement upon, the government will go by its word and within a given timeframe will complete the work on the issues.
With these factors we shall do a tap from 4 to 6 and will announce about this publicly tomorrow.
Aacharya Balkrishna”


Consequences

The rest, as they say, is history. At around 0100 hours of June 5th, 2011, a large number of policemen (the number varies from 200 to 5000 according to different sources) and policewomen ransacked the Ramleela ground with a single intention to capture Baba Ramdev. Salient features of the event are listed below.

·         Several people including Baba Ramdev report of a lathi charge by the police. However, no footage of a lathi charge is seen in any of the videos released by news channels. Still, truth might be more than what meets the eye.

·         The police fired tear gas on the public. This was to move the public out of the ground without having to physically injure any person. I was reminded of the 26/11 Mumbai incident where the police had not used tear gas bombs saying that it could harm the people inside the Taj hotel. Perhaps 5 star dwellers were fragile and could break down with the tear gas. The village crowd which supported Baba would be able to handle it.

·         Baba Ramdev was captured after 2 hours of searching. He was found hiding amongst the women in a salwar-suit hiding his beard and moustache.

·         The stage was set on fire on which Baba had spoken and excited the masses all day.

·         A lady went into paralyses with half her body immovable after the event. Doctors say that it happened due to having to sustain a crowd literally everywhere around her crushing her from all sides. Her family is uncertain if they should complain to the police for what happened.

·         A man’s skull bone ruptured and had to be taken to the hospital immediately via an ambulance. Thankfully, he lived.

·         A large number of people suffered minor injuries and Delhi hospitals exploded with business that night. Personally, I do not think they would have asked for the police to come as in usual cases of physical damage, a police case first needs to be filed.

After Baba was captured, hell broke loose and the news gained national status. Opposition parties to the government attacked from all sides and a big political chaos was created. The police issued a notice asking Baba to stay away from Delhi for the next 15 days. They said that they’d take Baba to his ashram in Haridwar and took him in a helicopter. Later a plane landed in Dehradun from which Baba emerged and he was taken to his ashram in Haridwar via road where Baba held a press conference and said whatever he had to. To be unbiased I again shall not go into what he said there. I shall comment on what the police had to say after the incident. Obviously they had a lot of explanations and justifications to give, which they did. Below is the list of explanations the Delhi Police quickly came up with.

1.      When the permission of Baba Ramdev was cancelled, instead of coming gracefully he tried to evade the police and jumped into the crowd. This led to a stampede which resulted in injuries to the people. The funny thing about this is that our so honest and dutiful police went with the permission cancellation notice to Ramdev at midnight, when everyone was deep asleep. I suppose it was the best time to do it. After all, the police know best don’t they?

2.      The media has said that the Police went ahead with a lathi charge on the public. There was no Lathi charge. Only 8 tear gas shells were fired and that too after the public started throwing bricks, pots and furniture on the police. The brick throwing was pre-meditated. Baseball bats were found with men afterwards. Okay. Accepted that the media showed no footage of a lathi charge inside a smoke filled Ramleela ground from which people including media-persons had to come out soon. But is this lack of evidence proof enough to contradict the verbal account of hundreds of people? Further, India has a specific law according to which there’s a limitation on the dependence of video as a proof as it might have missed some key aspects of the story. I believe the constitution makers had something in their minds when they made this clause. Again by the same argument, the media never showed a brick throwing rampage by the public on the police in any footage. Yet, the police says that their lathi charge is false while the public’s bricking is true. The police say that the tear gas shells were fired after the bricking started. So if the public was prepared with the bricks, so was the police with the tear gas shells and probably with the lathis too. And wouldn’t it be more natural of Indians to hit the police with cricket bats rather than baseball bats? I don’t think baseball bats are even easily available in India. Yet the police found baseball bats in the hands of men. Weird!

3.      No channel has shown the manhandling of ladies. We had a large number of lady police officers and all the handling of women was done by lady police. Alright. Let’s talk about the lady who was paralysed and is in the hospital today fighting for her life. The lady gave her son a cup of tea yesterday, and is on blood herself today. Maybe the police didn’t hit her. But the police say that they had special arrangements for ladies. They knew that there was a large crowd (see point 5) and obviously there was going to be a stampede on the use of tear gas shells. If the arrangements by the police were proper, the woman wouldn’t have been hurt.

4.      Ramdev caused harm to women by asking them to make a cocoon around him. Even the elders were instructed to do so. And while Ramdev was handing out all these instructions in the time of chaos, our well trained armed police could not catch him. They waited for the cocoon to form and then broke it down. Smart!

5.      Ramdev exceeded the capacity of the Ramleela ground by 400%. The ground was not made to handle such a capacity and it could have been difficult to handle the crowd which happened that night. Yes. The police gave a brilliant example of how the crowd got out of hand in the Ramleela ground. It seems interesting that all seemed so peaceful till Ramdev was in control of the crowd. Suddenly it became ugly when the Police chose to intervene. At that time, crowd handling was certainly a problem.

6.      We got a report from the intelligence that Ramdev was in mortal trouble as in the large crowd it would have been easy to kill him. HE had to be taken out of the Ramleela ground as soon as possible for his own safety. I somehow find it unbelievable that all this had to happen exactly on the same time. As if God had planned out the biggest coincidence of the 21st century specially for Baba Ramdev. Also I cannot think of anyone who’d be an enemy of Baba Ramdev except the Government to whom Ramdev was a constant threat and the boy who had to drink Alovera juice every morning because his parents believed what Ramdev said about Alovera being good for the health. Maybe it was the latter. I wanted to kill Baba once when I was made to drink the juice, but with age I grew out of that.

7.      Baba had booked the Ramleela ground for a Yoga camp and was illegally having a conspiracy against the government there. First of all, I believe that the government and the police knew it from beforehand that it was not going to be a simple Yoga camp. Had it been one, Sheela Dixit, Kapil Sibal and Pranab Mukharjee would not have intervened in the first place, the paper would not have been signed by Aacharya Balkrishna and the police would have driven out Baba under the Sun. They chose to do it under the Moon. Secondly, in a democratic country like India, people have the right to have a large gathering and a non-violent protest against the government or any of the government’s policies. The Satyagraha was by all means legal and perfectly constitutional. People had come and stayed by their own will and no one was forced to do anything. It was in the times of the British when the government had a law of punishing any 4 or more Indians if found together. This law should have gone with the British. Sadly, it still remains in the heart of our elected government.


Aftermath

But these were the answers the Police had to give. What followed was the continuation of Baba’s Satyagraha in Haridwar. Very soon Baba’s health deteriorated. India’s biggest Yoga Guru who claimed he could go on for weeks without food and had not touched wheat or rice for years now could not stand a month of fasting. His supporters say that it happened due to all the physical and mental stress of the arrest and protest against the Government’s autocracy. I’m no one to give a comment on this but I’d like to remind the readers that Bhagat Singh fasted for 56 days in jail where he was whipped and chained and beaten and did not die. And Bhagat Singh was no Yoga master. Ultimately die to medical reasons and public pressure, plus the request of the highly revered Sri Sri Sri Ravi Shanker who is considered an incarnation of God on Earth by millions worldwide, Ramdev broke his fast. It is said that the Government requested Ravi Shanker to ask Ramdev to break his fast. Ravi Shanker made a statement that thought the government said to him in a telephone conversation that “it would be good if the fast breaks,” the choice of convincing Ramdev to break his fast was one made by Ravi Shanker’s personal will. Besides you do not question a man who has ruled the heart of millions across the globe world-wide for decades now and practically looks like what one would imagine Jesus Christ or Bramha or Zeus to be.

During the Satyagraha, where Baba was apparently the target of an assassin as told to our Police force by its intelligence, a host of enquiries began on Ramdev. First the government launched its pet probe; the CBI went into deep analyses of Baba’s life. At the same time a team of Income Tax Officers raided Baba’s finances and his sources of income like Patanjali Yog Peeth and Baba had to provide an exhaustive list of all his financial details to the public which he readily did. However, I am still waiting for the same to be done by the forbearers of our country’s parliament. Many small politicians opened their big mouths against many of Ramdev’s views. Some of the attacks made on Ramdev are given below.

·         Links with RSS and BJP – Many politicians, particularly Sri Lalu Prasad Yadav, said that all Ramdev’s actions were those actually done by the RSS with the face of Ramdev. Ramdev has himself made it very clear that he is neither a part of any political party, or wants to be a part in the future.

·         Rupees 1,10,00,00,0000 Empire – If you care to count the zeroes, that would be 1.1 Arab rupees. It’s alleged that he has an empire spanning from Scotland to India with revenues worth 1.1 Arab rupees.

·         Labour law violations – It’s been said that the workers making of Ramdev’s Divya Yogi Mandir Trust were being paid less than normal labour wages and were being forced to work in inhuman conditions.

·         Animal parts in medicines – It is said that Ramdev puts animal parts in his medicines and cheats the public by calling them “ayurvedic”. Ramdev made a statement on this saying that firstly, there was nothing put in his medicines except pure herbal and organic raw materials. Secondly, you don’t know what is put in the conventional allopathic medicine and so his medicine is still, if not better, at par with the conventional medicine.

·         Views on homosexuality – It’s a well-known fact that Ramdev doesn’t tolerate homosexuality and considers it as a disease which can be cured by Yoga. Though these are personal views, they are in contradiction to not only Indian laws but also according to the views on homosexuality by the UNO.

·         On replacing Sex Education – Ramdev wishes to replace sex-education in schools with Yoga education and is very vocal about it. He believes children should not be exposed to such knowledge at a tender age and that this was leading to the westernization of India which could have adverse effects on the rich tradition and culture India holds.

·         On curing diseases – Lastly, Ramdev claims his Yoga can cure diseases like Cancer and AIDS, which is deemed impossible by modern medicine. He continuously slams modern medicine with Yogic knowledge and has been given a legal notice to stop making such statements on national television as it has adverse effect on the viewer being exposed to false knowledge.

·         Income Tax Raid – Swami Ramdev also faced an income tax raid and had to make public all his financial details in a press conference.

So ended a great struggle of Satyagraha which lasted a full 9 days and had an entire nation on its toes and eyes glued to the television which was comparable only to when India won the World Cup in cricket this year. I hope I have bought satisfaction to the readers’ mind. I’ll say for the last time that I’ve refrained from any allegations or personal views on the most part to give an unbiased article and apologise if any citizen of India feels offended by my words. With this I take your leave. Perhaps this will bring about a change in your heart as I did in mine while I wrote. Or maybe you just won’t mind it.

09 July, 2011

Pleading Not Guilty - Part 3/3

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            As luck would have it, nature cried the day I was to pay a bribe and a terrible storm came up. I reached the station before it started pouring only to find that Ganesh was not there yet. I decided to wait on the staircase. Suddenly there was a big burst of lightning and all the power of the station was gone. Slowly the smell of burning wax began filling u the police station and a thin little moustached man came and sat next to me. He asked me why was I sitting there and he had a really concerned look on his face. I began telling him my story and I stammered. I was actually looking for some pity. It took me a full 30 dark and hot minutes in the lightless police station to tell him my story. I asked him if he could help me. He simply said,

            ‘No no! I myself have come for a case. These people are tried to burn my sister alive in her husband’s home and I came here to complaint against that. Then they questioned my sister about everything and since then she’s been in the lockup.’

            I got up and left the stairs.

            I decided to wait at the gate of the station hoping Ganesh would see me the first person when he walks in. I couldn’t go out as it was pouring heavily and suddenly something happened. I saw something drop by right in front of me and there was a loud crash. I could see broken pieces of glass near my feet and in reflex I jumped in the opposite direction. Around me a lot of other people were in the same position and it took us around half-a-minute of understand that the glass had broken off the old window upstairs due to the wind and had crashed right in front of me. Had I been one step in front than I was, it would have fallen on me and I could surely say goodbye to seeing Ganesh. Perhaps I’d have seen the Ganesh with the trunk after that but then I wouldn’t have been able to make you read this. A really fat and heavily moustached person came running from inside and shouted on everyone (including me) for the falling of the glass as if we’d actually cut it and thrown it. I figured that he was the commanding officer in the police station and I should tell him why I’ve been waiting there for the last 2 hours but after the screaming, I thought it’d be better to wait for the trunkless Ganesh. Finally, Ganesh appeared and was fast on duty. First he quickly took the 400/- and then asked me for the certificate to sign. I would have liked it the other way round but you don’t argue with a fat guy who seems like he’s a regular assassin and he works in the police. I followed his instructions and gave him the paper. It was a usual format of the company and I’d handwritten my name, the name of my college, my pin code and other small details in it. Ganesh took it inside the building and asked me to wait.

            While I was waiting I decided to have a look around and I saw small hut-like rooms within the compound of the station where entire families lived. Maybe it was where the civil servants lived after they put the government apartments given to them on rent. Ganesh came out and said the work could not be done. The officer didn’t like the handwritten paper and wanted to see everything printed. The place did not have a printing machine so he asked me to come the next day with the paper. I wanted to leave the place but I thought that if I leave Ganesh once, I may not be seeing him of my 400 bucks again.

            I asked Ganesh why wouldn’t he sign it and with my money firm in his pocket, Ganesh went mad at me. He shouted that he wasn’t a police officer. He was a clerk who knew the people in the police station and he couldn’t sign it. His signature wouldn’t work. Finally, there came a realisation which I hope had come earlier. No one cares to help you once the money is out of your pocket. I asked if there was any printing shop nearby. Ganesh said that there was one but wasn’t near enough for me to walk to and make it in time. He called another big fat moustached man Prakash and asked him to give me a ride on his motorbike to the printers’. We reached the place and the guy saw the format and typed down everything in CoralDraw hitting every button as if it was his punching bag. That made him look very serious and committed to his work but I thought I could do the same stuff in half the time in MS Word. After getting the spelling mistakes corrected by Mr. Speedtype (no auto-correction in CoralDraw) I got a copy of the print. It would have been 5/- for a print and Prakash said it’s no big deal and I’m younger to him, so he paid. We went back to Ganesh with the paper and he finally got it signed. I looked at the A4 sheet of paper which had a stamp of the district commissioner and had wasted my entire day. But it gave me lessons. Harsh lessons but lessons alright. I put the paper in my bag and went out on the damp roads to find a rickshaw with which I could haggle to go back to college. Prakash spot me on the way.

            ‘10/- for the print,’ were his parting words.

02 July, 2011

Pleading Not Guilty - Part 2/3


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      I reached the Police station in the afternoon. It was a big government building with 2 stories and a look which made me age it between 100 to 150 years old. I entered and met a wide hallway from which I could see four offices at the end and a staircase. A lone man began staring at me as soon as I got in but did not speak a word. I went into the room which held the words “OFFICE” on its gate. Another big moustached man and an equally moustached lady were sitting in front of different tables. I went to the lady and told her my plea. She said that the work could not be done there. Before I could speak anything the man broke in telling me the entire procedure of getting the certificate in perfectly bongified English. What I didn’t understand was the fact that he was looking at the lady while he spoke while telling me the procedure. Maybe he too was mesmerised by her moustache. Apparently I first had to go to the Police headquarters in a nearby town, submit an application there, the application would need to be forwarded to the police station who in turn would forward it to the Faadi inside my college I’d been to I the morning. The whole process would take 2 months at the fastest. My problem was that my internship was to begin in 3 weeks. I quietly left the room sensing my being there was a source of irritation to the man. Perhaps he resented humans. I went to another room and met a similar though this time without any moustaches. I came out of the building contemplating what to do and swore to myself never to apply again in a government company where such insane demands would be asked for. Don’t criminals have a right to work in an intern? Apparently they seem to have all the qualifications it takes to run a country but they can’t be trusted with a few papers which would teach them how to make a civil aircraft. I was lost in my thoughts when the loner from the hallway came to me.

      ‘What’s the matter?’

      I didn’t know what to say. From his looks he didn’t seem like a man who could be trusted but also seemed like someone who could be the last painkiller for someone ailing with cancer. I took a chance.

      ‘Follow me.’ He said after I told him my story.

      He took me outside the police station and showed me a man who could easily be mistaken for a globe. Thankfully he had no moustache but had absurdly long ears. I couldn’t stop staring at those ears and thought of him to be Lord Ganesh without his trunk. Later I’d come to believe it would be Ganesh without the ethics too.

      I told Ganesh my story and he told me the job could be done. It would need some judicial papers and Mahatma Gandhi’s blessings and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant. I asked how much. He didn’t  quote a number and me, being a beginner in the business didn’t know how big a number to quote. After 10 minutes he finally said “400.” I was taken aback. Not that I didn’t have the “blessings” but it was a bigger number than I’d spent in a long time thanks to the rural location of my esteemed institute. It was decision time and I told Ganesh that I’d come with the money in the evening. I took his phone number and before he could ask me mine I quickly called a rickshaw and went.

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      I sat there in my room thinking. If I didn’t get this certificate I was not going to get my unpaid internship at the company where I’d later find out that India was not going anywhere in the aviation industry. I did have other options which didn’t require such insane demands but I thought spending time in this company would add the most to my experience. I called my dad and he said that this it’s how the world works. Even if I go by the normal 2 month procedure I’d have to bribe the police at every desk my file went. I ultimately decided on paying the bribe, mainly because my dad would be calling and asking me in the night if I’d gotten the certificate or not. I waited for 4:30 PM and went to the police station.

23 June, 2011

Pleading Not Guilty - Part 1/3

Disclaimer : The article below is a work of "fiction" based on the author's imagination and does not correspond to any place, person or situation in any frame of time. In case of "similarity" with any kind of real incidents, it shall be deemed as a mere coincidence. Also, due to the size of the entire article, it shall be posted on this blog in 3 different posts.


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            Last week I happened to make my inaugural trip to a local Police Station. No, I wasn’t there because of the “usual reasons” though if a charge could be avoided I would be more than happy to take responsibility of a few murders. I was there because I had to get a “no criminal record” certificate for my prospective internship at one of India’s best aircraft companies. Somehow they wouldn’t accept me in their company till I produced a certificate from our highly dedicated bureaucrats that I was never responsible for any illegal activity, at least in their papers. Now those of you who might have had an opportunity to visit such an establishment might know how tranquil the whole procedure is. This story is about such an adventure.

            It started when I received my conformation from the company that they’d allow me an industrial training for 2 months but for that I’d need to produce a Police Verification Certificate declaring that during my stay at college I was never a part of any illegal activity. I supposed this to be an easy job as during my 2 years of stay I didn’t even get myself in even a disciplinary hearing from the college. A complete criminal record was off the hook. I went to the local Police Station to get the certificate. This was the first time I was visiting one and I had no idea of the usual bureaucratic system. Plus in a reputed college like mine, I expected things to be smooth. I entered the police station to find 2 empty chairs facing paper-loads of tables which were a century due in cleaning. I thought about my next steps. Should I sit on the bench kept there and wait, should I go inside and search for someone, or should I simply go back and forget about my internship. After waiting for a few minutes I decided to go inside. As soon as I entered the door the backside of the Police Station was exposed and I was face-to-face with a heap of rusty old cycles. Hundreds of cycles in a heap along a wall. I remembered the good track record my college has of lost cycles. Could these be them? I could see the registration numbers almost all cycles of my college have. These were surely cycles of the students but what were they doing here. That too in such a heap! Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming my way and I tip-toed my way to the waiting bench. A person in casual shirt and trousers came to me and demanded what I was doing there. It was like one of those cops you see in the movies. Over 6 feet tall, dark, heavy moustache and a pot belly. I presumed that he was an officer there and I told him about my plea.

            ‘That cannot be done here. You need to send an application to the head Police Office.’ He spoke in perfect Bengali. Thanks to my Bengal upbringing I could understand the meaning of his sentences even though I wasn’t able to translate every word.
            ‘Where is the head Police Office?’ I asked.
            ‘It’s in the New Town. You need to send an application there which will be forwarded here. Then you’ll need to send an application here for the certificate.’
            Meanwhile another person entered the room. He was thinner and shorter but had the same grimacing moustache. Perhaps he realised that I was having trouble with Bengali so he translated.
            ‘Police Station need go you. Apply there. Come here. Here certificate take.’
            ‘But this is a Police Station right?’
            ‘Na nana re! Ki baba! Ee Police Station no. This is Police Faadi.’ I still don’t know what or why a Police “Faadi” is. ‘If more information you want. You go head office. 15 km here.’

            By now I understood that my work would not be done here. I needed to go to that Police Station which hopefully would not be another “Faadi.” By the way, if any of you know what is the difference between a Faadi and a Station, please let me know. Also tell me that if I want a certificate that I am not a criminal why should it be so difficult. I mean the situation should be difficult for the criminals. All they needed to do was to check their records for my name and if they didn’t find anything, they could have given me the clean chit. But I didn’t realise that the real difficult part was yet to start.