Sunday, 21 June 2015

LEADERS IN SEARCH OF “JIGAR KE TUKDE”(21/06/2015)



The process for admission to colleges in Delhi University starts in June and with it begins the election process for Delhi University Students Union. The ball is set rolling with the student wings, affiliated to various political parties, (viz the Congress, BJP, Communists etc) setting admission helpline in every college campus to poach all new entrants to their political fold. On the pretext of helping students with admission, the innocent minds are systematically initiated into the political rut that has become the bane of Indian political system. By August money power, muscle power and the madira (booze) power takes the better of innocent minds who under the influence of their political masters execute all the dirty tricks of the trade in the same manner as their political bosses do during Assembly or Parliamentary elections. Already the walls and streets in Delhi have come to cover with election posters of various green horns trying their luck at the DUSU elections. I find it dismaying that students in India find it satisfying at remaining mere pawn in the hands of their political masters. Prior to independence, students on an appeal by Mahatma Gandhi had left their studies and boycotted their schools and colleges run by an alien ruler to devote time and energy for the independence movement. Career of thousands of students were ruined. Those who did not pay heed to Mahatma’s appeal continued their studies, left for foreign shores, appeared at the ICS and came back to rule over their own countrymen after independence. Post independence students left their studies to join the JP movement and an entire generation had to suffer due to delayed academic sessions for decades together, while these leaders, the so called frontrunners of “Total Revolution”, the architects of social engineering went on to create history of the dubious kind becoming the first leader to be debarred from contesting an election for their leading role in the fodder scam. Hence birth of a new youth outfit the CYSS:  Chhatra Yuva Sangharsh Samiti- the student wing of the Aam Aadami Party (AAP) sent shivers down my spine. I am reminded of a leader from Bihar who in the Sixties sought the support of students referring them as his “jigar ke tukde” (part of his own liver) and went on to become the Chief Minister of Bihar. However, after winning the election he left the students in a lurch who suffered immensely due to delayed academic session and other academic malaise for decades together.
I do not know whether students ever ponder why their support is considered so important by every political outfit? And if their support is so important why can’t they extend their support on their own terms and condition which may include cleansing up the political system of money, muscle and madira power? Why can’t they define their own political destiny like a Vivekananda or a Bhagat Singh? Why do they end up as mere pawns in the hands of these political masters? I wonder what social, political and economic change can one expect from the generation next, given their subservience to such political masters who have failed the Indian democracy with their tainted records in public life.    

Sunday, 14 June 2015

A MEMORABLE RIDE IN DELHI METRO (14/06/2015)



As I was about to enter the metro at Kashmere Gate Metro Station on the Red-line, I was taken aback by the alacrity with which a family rushed in to board the same compartment. It was the same family that I had come across at the escalator where the lady, in this group of six, had created quite a fuss in the rush hour due to her hesitation at stepping onto the escalator. She was dressed in a saree (the traditional dress worn by Indian women) and also sported a ghoonghat (veil) which might had been the cause for her hesitation. No amount of coaxing by the other male members of the family could convince her as she finally took the staircase. I felt pity at the inconvenience of this group, which responded with a sheepish smile in response to the ‘jaane kahaan kahaan se chale aate hain’ walaa sarcastic smile of the crowd that had gathered behind them by this time. Hence when this family virtually jumped into the compartment on the Red-line I promptly made way for them. This summer vacation I often come across rural folks on a visit to this historical city on a holiday trip. They appear simple people from small towns for whom Delhi, with its pomp and grandeur presents the picture of a city out of India. A ride in the Delhi Metro is a compulsory feature on the itinerary of our guests from the rural India. As I entered the compartment behind this group, the elderly member thanked me for my gesture. While other commuters had got busy with their mobile as is the wont these days, the two male members engaged me into a talk. They regretted their behavior which I believe was prompted by their anxiety at traveling in the Delhi metro for the first time. They had managed a seat for the lady and the girl accompanying them. Their two sons and the girl who was in her teens watched the cityscape from the window with utter surprise. Even the bill-boards drew their attention and comments. The lady drew a long ghoonghat (veil) since she was traveling with her father-in-law and hence was unable to enjoy the ride. The other male member was her husband while the girl her sister-in-law (nanad). I marvel at the Indian culture which has developed a variety of names to distinguish the various human relationship. “Any culture develops a variety of names to distinguish shadings of any element of which there was abundance in environment. So the Eskimos apparently had half a dozen names for snow and Indians similarly had names for a nearly endless number of specific relationships. (Anurag Mathur in “The Inscrutable Americans). I feel sad we are fast losing this beauty of our culture and find pleasure in restricting our self to “Aunty” and “Uncle” while addressing elderly people instead of using the vernacular version like "chachi", "mausi", "tau" or "chacha" to distinguish the relationship. The lady in veil appeared quite lost since nothing was visible to her. The girl was soon attracted towards the announcements and she started passing on the information to her bhabhi (sister-in-law), as if her bhabhi, who was unable to see things around due to her veil was also unable to hear anything as a result. The anxiety on the face of these fellow commuters made me realize that all these were something very new and special for them. The continuous announcements, the automated opening and closing of doors, the escalators and the cleanliness keep them spellbound. Just like an average Indian on a visit to a foreign nation for the first time, these fellow commuters appeared quite lost on this pleasure trip of Delhi Metro, which was a firsthand experience for them. They will certainly return to their dear village with sweet memories of Delhi and Delhi Metro just like any average Indian who cherishes his first visit to a foreign shore. The elderly person wished me once again as they got off at Pitampura. I was overwhelmed by his courteous behavior throughout the journey- a rarity in Delhi.

Wednesday, 3 June 2015

THE DESPERATION TO CLAIM THE LEGACY (03/06/2015)



Every week commuters, on way to their work, get to witness new posters and graffiti pasted by unknown or little known organizations and even individuals on trifling issues at various public space without the permission of civic authorities. They do not mind that in the process they are defiling public space. This is India where we enjoy this inherent right to deface and defile public places by pasting posters. If this is the “Right to Expression” we need to learn quite a few lessons in civility. Nevertheless, the content of these posters and graffiti at times are quite amusing and hilarious. I enjoy reading these posters which might cover any issue- a AAP baiter may paste posters of unknown voters supposedly repenting his decision to have voted for AAP Party in the recently held Delhi Assembly elections. A number of these posters merely convey birthday wishes to a particular neta put up by a chhut bhaiya neta (small time neta) hoping that such sycophancy may pay him some dividends, politically. One also gets to see self congratulatory posters on getting nominated to any minuscule party position. Our PM by announcing that he used to sell tea and arranged chairs at party office has raised the ambition of every small time netas. What these small time netas do not realize is the fact that there were plenty of other qualities that actually got him the position that he holds today and for which he is acclaimed world wide. Mostly these posters and graffiti carry ridiculous message. One poster which drew my attention recently was put up by the Congress Party, that urged party men to come in huge numbers for a dharna (sit-in) to oppose a year of ‘misrule’ at center by BJP and a ‘misrule’ of 100 days by the AAP. It reminded me of the fundamental marketing strategy- buy one get one free. When no one pays you any attention you try to attract them by giving him the option of two dharnas in one.Yesterday it was a pleasant surprise to see another poster by the Congress Party urging party men to come to Mhow to celebrate the 125th birth anniversary of Dr. Bhim Rao Ambedkar. Since the sixties, which saw a systematic elimination of all political leaders of stature by Indira Gandhi in the name of Syndicate versus the Ruling, which ultimately made Congress a family party, this change is quite surprising- thanks to the PM whose effort at recognizing these leaders (Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel, Pandit Madan Mohan Malviya, Sri. Atal Bihari Vajpyee etc) has forced Congress to sit up and take note. However, I believe the Congress has already lost its credibility and the right to own legacy of these unforgotten heroes of the Congress Party. Let me share with the readers of this blog, this piece of information, that as on date there is also a proposal under consideration before the Department of Posts, Government of India to issue a commemorative postage stamp, in the freedom fighter category, in memory of another such forgotten hero of the Congress Party- the “Iron Man of Bihar” (a title bestowed upon him by the leading newspaper of Bihar of the sixties “The Indian Nation”) Sri. K. B. Sahay. Today incidentally is his 41st death anniversary.