Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts

Sunday, August 5, 2018

How To Deliver A Talk Like A Politician

To get quickly to the facts, the three main steps for making an impact in your speech like (or perhaps better than) a politician:

1. Create Discontent: This is the foundation in which your argument and the reason for your speech must be built. The audacity of a complacent crowd must be broken at the start to establish power and to grab their attention. This may have to do with their perception of an issue or perspective of a subject you are asked to bring focus on where you may see space for indicating a difference. Do your research, optimize on the chances of people to ignore or be apathetic about something - the third dimension to a subject which is usually only seen in black and white, right or wrong, true or false and step in the Discontent to make people realize the grey line in between that they so comfortably have missed. Creating Discontent is the foundation for any Social Action to be initiated as any Social Scientist would agree. What if...

2. Comfort Disagreement: 'Agere Contra' is an Ignatian spirituality that forces us to 'Go Against' anything. Disagreement is that which has built anything worth its cause to be established in the first place. Disagreement has been the sole reason for any kind of progress in our society. Perhaps the first person to have ever disagreed must have been the guy who refused to live in a cave; thanks to him, today we live in ginormous concrete jungles out there. Going by Agere Contra, we could test our beliefs before we embrace them for life by checking if they are worth our devotion by simply going against those beliefs; well, if they don't withstand our resistance, they are perhaps not worth our thoughtless trust. Give your audience the right to Disagree - even with you - perhaps a luxury they have not experienced so far - even if they refuse your case, they will end accepting you more. Why not?

3. Create Distance: Anything can be understood only when we detach rather than attach. Attachment causes us to become too blind by making us come too close to the subject and object and renders the idea blurry. We had to find distance to understand that the world is actually spheroid by shape and not as flat it seems up close. We need Distance to appreciate a relationship which might be suffocating otherwise because of its closeness. As with life, so with ideas; we need to deliberate Distance; a sense of detachment from the subject at the end to help us appreciate other limitless extensions in this world. Closing the talk with a vague sense of space creates the required vision-like (end)statement to establish an enigma of an ever-growing, never-meeting circle like the ying-yang by giving space for the conversation to continue well after it is over. Well, who is to so surely know!

Don't Disappoint.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

What Did You Say

Case 1:
A few years back in 2008, during a cricket match between India and Australia, a balle-balle spinner 'is supposed to have' referred to Symonds, an Australian cricketer as a 'monkey'. Incidentally, Symonds is a Caribbean by birth who was adopted by Australian parents; which seems to give him all the required reasons to feel bad by this name-calling. This incident was discussed widely as a racist-spur and as a lowly act by the turbanator.
When I read that, I couldn't help laughing at the possibility of misunderstanding what was being said and a diversion that worked well for everyone at that point of time.

  • First of all, an Indian cricketer who knew so much to twit(?!) Seriously???
  • Second, the possibility of not being heard correctly during a multilingual meet in an international arena and
  • Third, a more possible word that was used that perhaps was best left misunderstood in this situation that rhymed the same as 'monkey.'


Considering the fact that the turbanator (as he was fondly referred to), was a boy from a middle class family from rural India with an educational background not exceeding school-level who played galle-cricket, the word that must have popped out during the moment of frustration, as suggested by the local dailies (and promptly removed later), must have been the common verbal abuse used in the Indian context-'makhi' and not monkey as cleverly reported later.
Surely Bajji must have thought that a word against the mother must be more offending than the racial slur inflicted - a point to be considered from an Indian perspective. While perhaps Symonds, from another perspective, would have been better entertained had he gotten a chance to understand the actual meaning of the word used than the altered word later suggested for all that he must have undergone as a kid. However...

Case 2:

This is what a 'Fakir' a.k.a 'holy man' from India looks like:

This is what Gandhi looks like: 

Any resemblance between the one above and the one below cannot be counted as coincidental unless the person perceiving so, is either a deliberate fool or completely blind. 

The point in focus is when Sir. Winston Churchill referred to Gandhi as a 'half naked Fakir'. 'Half naked'-by the measure of the khadhi cloth waggling on his body, agreed. Referring to him as a "Fakir"?! makes me reach the three point question once again:
  • First of all, a Brit who knew so much about Fakirs(?!)
  • Second, the possibility of not being heard correctly during a multilingual meet in an international arena and
  • Third, a more possible word that was used that was felt best left misunderstood in that situation that rhymed the same as 'fakir' that perhaps would be synonymous with the Biblical, 'Go forth and multiply' statement - if you know what I mean.


These words come from the same guy who in 1937, told the Palestine Royal Commission: "I do not admit for instance, that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia. I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race, a more worldly wise race to put it that way, has come in and taken their place."

The same guy who during his role as minister for war and air in 1919 on being criticised for advocating the use of chemical weapons - primarily against Kurds and Afghans said, "I cannot understand this squeamishness about the use of gas; I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas against uncivilised tribes".

This is the same guy who said that Indians had to be blamed for the Bengal famine and quoted that "Indians breed like rabbits".

Churchill told the cabinet on another occasion. "We should be rid of a bad man and an enemy of the Empire if he died." This about Gandhi.  And do I still believe that he would be good enough to refer to Gandhi as the 'fakir' when he could have jolly well called him with another word sounding similar in terms of rhyme and rhythm?! 

Interestingly, Gandhi is said to have regarded Churchill's expression as a compliment. He felt unworthy of being called "a fakir and that (too) naked - a more difficult task." He then implored Churchill: "Trust and use me for the sake of your people and mine and through them those of the world."  
If only he had understood or read between the lines, I wondered... or what if perhaps he did... 
What a diplomatic escape and a political opportunist he must have been either way...

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Surviving Academic Politics

Uproar in the media about a 'deemed to be Doomed' private University in Bangalore last week did not catch me by surprize. What happened was bound to happen... perhaps my un-hippocratic self won't shut from telling me, 'This won't do... we need more!'. From levying exorbitant fines for silly reasons, to watchmen at the gates being asked to feel the pants and/or lift the dupatta of girl students to check if they fit into the prescribed dressing code of the college, to unsanctioned extortion from parents in the name of fees, to horny priests and their hornier superiors walking the corridors, to the disappearance of teachers who stand up to these unreasonable woes time to time-this compound is one large circus of clowns with a guaranteed show everyday... Thanks to the clowns.

For example, there is a half-baked bald head who sits in a department or two in this compound. This guy's modus operandi is flawless, he tries to intimidate any new staff by taking them for a walk through the parking space, where an old, green, used-van would be shown off and he would go on to declare, 'I donated this... you know!'; later he would point to exactly ten rolling chairs to repeat  'I donated this... you know!, I donated that... you
know!' 'I, I, I, Me, Me, Me, Myself, Myself, Myself...' repeating endlessly; later, he would parade the staff back to his cabin to start of with his-almost eulogy sounding-self trumpeting speech (perhaps that no one else listens outside this compound and perhaps the reason why the family of this guy gave up all hope for a cure) about what he supposes must interest mankind the most-unbelievable stories about himself-for as long as his old self can throttle. If anyone dares to cut his crap, they call for his wrath and what else his little donations can achieve through his connections with the higher-ups.

Interestingly, this guy passed a post-graduation degree at a time when dinosaurs lay eggs in his backyard and claims to have a PhD but from a different discipline; adding to this, he neither has a NET certification-nor will he in this lifetime-this makes him neither fit there nor here nor anywhere else; even UGC won't be happy with this occupation of a chair which otherwise must be held by a more respectable, responsible and reasonable human. This here, is an unqualified fellow who has been given the task of running a department by the other circus clowns. With things like this happening, where every clown thinks that they are far above the UGC or any other regulating body in the country, just because they think regional-connectivity-with Varghese, Kuriens and Chackos from their gate all the way to the parliament-can get them whatever they want, what can one expect other than... Yeah DOOM! and that is what has happened so far.

Not many of the students who study there get to study what they must be and later not many of the students get a job or exit the gates with a plan-nevertheless a future-ahead of them. With buffoons like this guy sitting there to just water their egos as their central duty by holding on tight the thrones they are strapped to, how would academic concerns matter? Yet, this clown thrives and continues to run his show titled, 'I donated this... you know!' Perhaps unfit, unqualified and ineligible people like this fellow must survive on these donations they make.

These are the fellows who do nothing and get away with anything; and to show that they have of course done something, ensure that they trip others from doing anything and thereby establish a fact that they are ahead of the rest. These are fellows who would like to sit in every committee nameable and imaginable and fight over titles that other better thinking and talented people perhaps will not care a rat's arse about. These are fellows who would like to straddle on the loins of power-a compensation for their lack of it in other aspects of their rather pathetic life. Interestingly, parasites of this kind use 'buttering' as their only progressive tool in their career path to move ahead. They try to stay close to the proximity of people who assume power, investing their time in feeding the management. administration and anything that moves above them with gossip, rumours and anything that will keep them sadly entertained, sidelined, uninformed and distracted from the factuals, logic, reason and rationale; and it seems like the management likes it too and it is likes of these hypocritical liars that they like hanging around them having fallen for cheap tricks that is shoved down their throats with hints of praises about the listener to add that 'buttering' effect in between-a perfect formula, a recipe that these buggers seem to have learnt and perfected over time that seems to work for them to seat their fat bottoms in. These are fellows who get offended if they don't get the respect they demand... And that perhaps is the beginning of the large book titled, 'How academic politics originate... a field guide to dummies with no other specific talent and professors with special needs.'

What else can I pray for other than for the students who enter this campus with a hope to get a shot at the future... that they be saved and redeemed and not deemed to be doomed like this trap they walk into... 

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Walls as a metaphor for the downfall of democracy


Main Theme: Sustainable Livelihood and Poverty Alleviation
Sub-Theme: Right-based and sustainable livelihood approach to the eradication of poverty
Title: Walls as a metaphor for the downfall of democracy
Type: Socio-Political Analysis

Abstract:
Arundhati Roy in her book, Listening to Grasshoppers, field notes on democracy, mentions, “Today, words like ‘progress’ and ‘development’ have become interchangeable with economic reforms, deregulation and privatization. ‘Freedom’ has come to mean ‘choice’. It has less to do with human spirit than with different brands of deodorant. ‘Market’ no longer means a place where you buy provisions. The ‘Market’ is a de-territorialized place where faceless corporations do business, including buying and selling ‘futures’. ‘Justice’ has come to mean ‘human rights’. This theft of language, the technique of usurping words and deploying them like weapons, of using them to mask intent and to mean exactly the opposite of what they have traditionally meant, has been one of the most brilliant strategic victories of the Tsars of dispensation. It has allowed them to marginalize their detractors, deprive them of a language to voice their critique and dismiss them as being ‘anti-progress’, ‘anti-development’, ‘anti-reform’ and of course ‘anti-national’. Talk about saving a river or protecting a forest and they say, “Don’t you believe in progress?” To people whose land is being submerged by dam reservoirs and whose homes are being bulldozed, they ask, “Do you have an alternative development model?’’[1]
This paper titled, “Walls as a metaphor for the downfall of democracy” aims to highlight the submerging trend of people’s voices along with their rights in the contemporary scenario. Taking into account the case of establishment of a nuclear power plant in Koodankulam and the chronological detailing of how a sustainable livelihood for poverty alleviation model that once pre-existed in the past, depleted under the pretext of bringing forth a futuristic, progressive, development plan; even if it meant by using brute force to trample upon voices of protests of pressure groups that tried to hold the fort for almost two decades and a half. Well, of course, using the rhythm in which walls are raised, as a metaphor, in an attempt to make the otherwise unpalatable digestible.  
Keywords: Democracy, Sustainable Development, Poverty Alleviation, Koodankulam, Nuclear Power, Pressure Group, Human Rights, Politics, Democracy
Note: Paper presented at the National Conference on ‘Sustainable Livelihood and Poverty Alleviation’ held at Tumkur Univeristy in March, 2015 and published in a book titled 'Sustainable Livelihood and Poverty Alleviation' (ISBN: 978-93-82694-21-2)

The Metaphor
There was a story once told of a young dreamer, a wonderer and a wanderer who lived his life like a complete stranger. They say, he, above anyone else, knew that he was just a visitor, a passerby on Earth who had nothing to take away with him no matter how hard he tried. Hence he lived; lived a life like life was meant to be lived; sans any trouble or fear to bother him. As he closed his eyes, he still saw light filled with sights of wonder of how the rain fell, grass grew and the dew drops remained; the doe pranced, volcanoes erupted and the fields nourished; the wind blew, flowers pollinated and the bees made their honey… everything under God’s plan was worth a wonder; everything made perfect and fell right into its place in the natural world. His eyes shone as he looked at the mesmerizing sight that lay in front of him… the world was whole and open; everything great and beautiful and he could not wait to share it. He didn’t have a name; perhaps he didn’t need one. He neither had an identity nor any imaginary boundaries nor friends to separate him from others and as far as he knew, he was part of the world and the world was a part of him. He stretched as far as his hands could reach and the winds flowing across the fields, mountains, trees and every passing stream seemed to blow the gentle breeze of freedom through.
Meanwhile, The genesis of the struggle to prevent the commissioning of a nuclear power plant in Koodankulam, a small hamlet in Tirunelveli District of Tamil Nadu, began when an Indo-Russian nuclear power project deal signed on the 20th of November, 1988 took just 29 days for people to understand the gloom that awaited them and triggered a series of protests, marches and rallies and everything possible within the limited legal permit for citizens, living in a right-based era, in a country that claims to run on the fuel of democracy, to rise up in resistance. Further, the hypocrisy of Communism of the Soviet Union was exposed as they explored the corporate corridors of other countries to expand their profit-churning bases. By the turn of that decade between 1989 and 1991, Soviet Union collapsed and as for the leaders who signed the pact, one lost power and the other his life. Eventually, it would only prove to be a curse for anyone whose name, title, corporate or country was named to be associated with the promotion of this project; an act of (pro-natural) God, which perhaps insurance companies wisely took note of and have refused to include the tag ‘death due to nuclear disasters’ under their liabilities to avoid payment of any compensation in the event of such a (t)error occurring.
By 1991, India opened up its economy under the visionary rule of Prime Minister Narashima Rao who in the name of ‘globalization’ stretched red carpets to the very doormats of corporate globally opening the very gateway of India for them to enter. Corporate culture was the name of the game and soon, the profit-oriented corporate world became a visibly-hideous transparent cloak that covered every throne of the political system regardless of what it was named.
Soon, more of our people’s representatives who would later come to power were quick to prove that the power that they got was only a means to an end to fuel their tanks with arson to condone people’s rights and shut voices of dissent (… Just as they give a ‘’V’’ sign in other parts of India to commission projects by mining corporates who get away with establishing hospitals to treat cancer under the pretext of their CSR initiatives which wouldn’t have been needed if mining was not done in the first place besides labelling and marking those who attempt to protect India’s ecology and geography as ‘’grave internal threats’’ as the easiest way to get rid of them. Amongst many other things, I wonder who the actual ‘’grave internal threat’’ are (?!)). Supplementary agreements to the nuclear deal like the one made on the 25th of March, 1997 by D. V Deve Gowda, the then Prime Minister of India and Russian President, Boris Yelsin were signed to commission a project report to just push forth the project.
By 1997, close to a decade past the initial agreement that was signed, the only notable change that seemed to have been made was an alarming increase from the initial estimated cost of INR 6000 crores to a re-estimated INR 17000 crores as the end-cost for the completion of the nuclear power project. Further, over the years, the elected babus in charge of our treasury would also agree to pay an interest to this mega sum for the delay caused due to the resistance of the people and soon, the nuclear power project which would shell a 20000 megawatt nuclear energy, was envisaged into the ‘Vision 2020’ chartered plan of India. Thus was ready a plan for the people, by the people, of the people, to the people… just that it did not take into account ‘the people’ whose life revolved around the ocean that would be immediately affected.

The Metaphor (Contd.)
Meanwhile in the story we started with, one day, our man woke up from a slumber. For the first time in his life, his heart squeezed deep and pounded hard against his chest… he knew something was out of place. He saw a few strange people in strange clothes circle around him like a wild beast circles its prey. But the new people seemed kind; they recognized the man’s reaction as ‘fear’ and reassured him mentioning once in a while that they were there only for his good and they cared about him. They promised they were well guided by some giant book called a ‘’constitution’’ that they had just come up with and it even had a concept called ‘development’ no one could refuse. ‘’It was after all for everyone’s good,’’ they said.
Soon there were machines that reached the meadows, trampling on the pristine grass. More people joined the few and they called themselves ‘the work force’. Bricks, cement, iron and sand were mixed and soon the work force forced itself to work. As our man panicked at the sight of the structure taking shape around him, people said that there was nothing to fear and it was just a wall. A wall for his safety and for his own good. Very soon, the walls covered all four corners and trapped everything within. Nothing more of what once he saw was in sight and all he could see were walls and nothing more than him trapped within.
Says Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru in his book, The Discovery of India, “The Indian peasant in India more than anyone else, it is on his progress and betterment that India’s progress will depend.”[2]

Despite voices lifted by world leaders and technical experts, every sound made against the nuclear project or against the dangers of nuclear energy, proved to be only as unheard as the voices of the people from the ground. Simple and humble fishermen and those involved in fishing-allied occupation who were living an otherwise traditionally accepted, culturally admired life, recently termed ‘’sustainable livelihood’’ became silenced witnesses of an agony unfold in front of their eyes as the nuclear power plant at Koodankulam took form and took a venomous shape.
As others who neither cared nor bothered, pretended to be ignorant and apathetic, the people of Koodankulam and its surrounding area were perplexed with the idea of a nuclear power plant for various reasons that include:
1.      The reactor being set up without sharing the safety and evaluation reports made up experts with the public
2.      The know-not about what will happen to the people who would be displaced from around the ‘sterilization zone’
3.      The safety precautions and disaster management measures that were yet to be brought in place to protect the people living in close proximity to the reactor, who would have to be evacuated in case of an emergency
4.      The precautions taken for emission control
5.      The quality of the material used for construction which were said to be substandard by the very workers and contractors building the plant
6.      The durability of the plant built close to the ocean in case of a natural disaster like the tsunami or its likes that is not uncommon in those parts
7.      The ability of the our national security force especially the navy who find it difficult to protect our fishermen who might have to protect this structure in case of a terrorist threat
The ‘right to fear’ seems to be the only right left, sanctioned and accepted, that remains with the people. And as far as that right might stretch, the people concerned about the existence of a nuclear power plant around civilian population wondered why at a time when the US of A and Russia have refrained from building a single nuclear plant for over 2-3 decades, having learnt their lessons from the Three Mile Island tragedy, the tragedy at Chernobyl and the recent tragedy from Fukushima, isn’t it interestingly strange that in India alone, everything outdated-product, idea and people included-phased out from the rest of the world, is always seen as a new entrant into the market. Are we just an emerging junkyard of the West?! Again, with India just limping back from the Bhopal tragedy to even arrive at a judgement that took a jolly good 3 decades, by the time during which the main accused himself lived a decent life and died a natural death, leaving us with no one left to judge, would we need a better illustration than this to demonstrate how swift our justice system is to handle a situation if it happens again?
With many questions left unanswered (still), by the turn of the century, with the phantom of the most feared Y2K bug gone, a new bug called the Year 2000 Koodankulam (Y2K) bug was approved by the Centre and money was released to begin the excavation work for the nuclear project on the 23rd of June, 2001. Thus began our excavation of a pit big enough to contain people and their rights along with their pleas, tears and anything else left in them to shed; thus began in parallel, the excavation to dig a giant grave for democracy.

The Metaphor Ends
Moments after he realized what had just happened around him, he stunned himself awake and arose to let out a scream… a scream of despair, a scream of helplessness and a scream to be heard. Again, the people he had met at first came along with some more special people, dressed in special robes to tell him that everything was alright. Unconvinced, he said that nothing was and insisted that his freedom be returned to him; the freedom especially from the structures they now called ‘’walls’’. The others had now planned their laced and coached speech perfectly and had learnt to deliver it even better; they said he was a barrier to development and it was not civilized of him to reject movement in the path of building a future ahead of him right now. They said it was too late for him to ask for anything and were ready to sacrifice him for the sake of the wall. When he asked one more time for his freedom, they said that ‘’freedom,’’ was a concept. They urged him to dream beyond the walls; dream of the meadows and the high mountains and the stream that flows; they asked him not to stop dreaming… ‘’That is where freedom lies,’’ they said. It didn’t take long for the man to wonder… what was it that he was experiencing for real before the walls were built around him then?!
Rabindranath Tagore in his speech delivered in the US of A in 1925 mentioned, “India has never had a real sense of nationalism. Even though from childhood I had been taught that idolatry of the nation is almost better than reverence to God and humanity, I believe I have outgrown that teaching, and it is my conviction that my countrymen will truly gain their India by fighting against education which teaches them that a country is greater than the ideals of humanity.’’[3]
Today, in this land of the Gandhi-the magical barrister who once returned from the West to gain our long lost freedom, who is seen not more occasionally than once less too often on the silver screen of a movie theatre managing to give us a blockbuster and perhaps nothing more, Gandhian values and views of ahimsa and non-violence are seen more as one’s vulnerability to be cornered, harassed and abused when followed just as the protestors of Koodankulam realized two and a half decades later since they began their fight for right and justice. Right from the 1st of May, 1989 when a transport bus was driven into a crowd of protestors in an attempt to disperse them to the 10th of September, 2012 when police lathi-charged and opened fire on the protestors, people have relentlessly tried every other way to withstand the brutal force of the brutes to sustain their livelihood. Yet, it moves. The High Court on the 31st of August, 2012 gave a ‘go-ahead’ sign to the nuclear power project to operate which incidentally seemed to be a clear sign enough to signal the ‘go-to-hell’ to democracy.
Says Amartya Sen in his book, The Idea of Justice, “The force of a claim for a human right would indeed be seriously undermined if it were possible to show that it is unlikely to survive open public scrutiny. However, contrary to a commonly offered reason for scepticism and rejection of the idea of human rights, the case for it cannot be discarded simply by pointing to the fact-a much invoked fact- that in repressive regimes across the globe, which do not allow open public discussion, or do not permit free access to information about the world outside the country, many of these human rights do not acquire serious public standing. The fact that monitoring of violations of human rights and the procedure of ‘naming and shaming’ can be so effective is some indication of the reach of public reasoning when information becomes available and the ethical arguments are allowed rather than suppressed. Uncurbed critical scrutiny is essential for dismissal as well as for justification.’’[4]                                                                                    

To Conclude, let me just take this opportunity to make it loud, clear and in bold that the road of oppressive development where ‘’democracy’’ is nothing more than a word used to cover a repressive monster, ‘sustainable livelihood’ and ’poverty alleviation’ will remain nothing more than a mere mockery of additional words spelt right at the face of the human spirit. Especially those faces that once had it all, and lived a life not knowing what freedom was until it was taken away from them in the name of bringing in ‘’development’’ and in the name of ‘’democracy’’-the meaning of those words that only a few who control it seem to know. Has ‘’freedom’’ then, become a rationed commodity for a few to own or could they that claim to know, explain the concept of freedom and its detachment from democracy to them that stand lost, searching for the same within those hovering walls of development please?..    

Reference: [i], [ii], [iii]            


[1] Arundhati Roy, 2009, Listening to Grasshoppers, field notes on democracy, New Delhi, Penguin Books
[2] The Discovery of India, Jawaharlal Nehru, 1969, Bombay, Asia Publishing House
[3] The World’s Greatest Speeches, Nationalism in India by Rabindranath Tagore, 1999, Mineola, New York, Dover Publications
[4] Amartya Sen, The Idea of Justice, 2009, New Delhi, Penguin Books



[i] Dr. S. P. Udayakumar, The Koodankulam Handbook, 2004, Tamil Nadu, Transcend South Asia
[ii] Newzfirstbureau, The Koodankulam timeline: 24 years of struggle, 9th December, 2012 retrieved from http://www.newzfirst.com/web/guest/full-story/-/asset_publisher/Qd8l/content/the-koodankulam-timeline:-24-years-of-struggle?redirect=/web/guest/full%20story as on 12th March, 2015
[iii] Reasons against Koodankula nuclear power project, Dr. S. P. Udayakumar, as on 10th March, 2015 retrieved from www.dianuke.org/thirteen-reasons-against-the-koodankulam-nuclear-power-project/

Friday, April 4, 2014

On Politics And Other Related Nonsense

With election fever on the rise, opinion polls forecast, people and their opinion about parties echoing around and politicians blazing their never-to-keep promises, I just wonder, if how or who rules has any affect on me or my life...
1. Has it helped reduce my taxes (though I keep cribbing that a multiple tax system is a sign of failure of a system and is never an alternate moral replacement for money lost in war, scams and fraud otherwise)?(!) or
2. Prevented the toll charges I pay to take a road that is supposed to be already constructed in the infrastructure expenses for which they say my taxes are collected?(!) or
3. Rendered free and available-for-all quality education and health facilities in my so called "welfare" state instead of taking interest and control over state-owned liquor shops?(!)
4. Has it improved the safety and quality and reduced the cost of taking public transport?(!) or nevertheless, has it reduced my registration and stamp duties when I want to buy or sell property?(!)
5. Are my women and children safe and does the police and military safeguard them or are they still free to abuse the ones they are supposed to protect under the protective cover of state and centre-provided uniforms?(!)
6. Do court cases find an end so that I may atleast have some reconciliation to shift focus from my suburban drudgery and chronic dissatisfaction rising out of realizing the giant failure of other systems?(!) or is it still going to take generations to see the end?(!) well, that is, if my files are lucky enough and don't get buried before me?(!)
7. Has it improved the dignity of labour or has it provided security for jobs and lives or encouraged unions without calling them names or labeling them as 'grave internal threats'?(!)
8. Is the air I breathe and water I need safe or are nuclear power-stations built to show strength even if it is over the dead bodies of people who ask for safety and sustainable living?(!)
9. Once you (no matter who) come to power how is it that I am made to feel so powerless and I get to realize the true 'you' and the fool 'me'(every time) and the same story continues with a new name under the old and familiar cap?(!)
And now, even if under the influence of drugs and a drum-roll, hyper-ventilated chorus singing praises of politicians and their family and mass hysteria, do you really think that I care a damn (or a reason to feel otherwise) who or how this country is ruled?(!)
Raaman aandalum Raavanan aandalum... enak'Oru kavalai illay 

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

A Thing or Two about Taxes

TWO: Why do we pay taxes?
Me: For our nation's development.
TWO: Can you be more specific when you say "nation"?
Me: Its you and me and the people around; the road, medical care, education et all.
TWO: So, its for human resource and infrastructural development within a particular invisible man-made boundary... right?!
Me: Perfectly put!
TWO: You pay for education and health for HRD and lay roads, telecom, transport et all for infrastructure development... right?
Me: Yes.
TWO: Hmm... Didn't you pay a hefty sum as school and college fees?
Me: Yes, but education is expensive yet not as high as they pay in private institutions.
TWO: Wasn't education supposed to be free especially if it is compulsory?... Now, haven't you paid the money demanded in private hospitals?
Me: Yeah... But then its not that expensive in government hospitals.
TWO: "Not that expensive" is a good line... so there is still a cost involved. However, then why weren't you there?!
Me: Well...
TWO: Aren't you all paying toll charges for the road(s) you travel on though you have already paid road tax, life tax, vehicle tax et all? Aren't you paying taxes on things you buy with an income that has already been taxed?
Me: Yeah right!
TWO: By the by, did you know that the total amount of black money deposited in foreign banks by Indians is estimated at 7,280,000 Crores and the total scam money in India is Rs. 73000000000000 and did you know that this too is a tax payer's money and if the government took some effort to bring these Gandhi notes in, we might actually be able to get tax holidays and be able to handle inflation easily(?); did you also know that each hour of functioning or rather non-functioning of the parliament costs Rs. 25 lakh, this would mean a loss of Rs. 2 crore on a day even when no business is transacted... add up every day our babus find a reason to not work than use the time to do some work... and now that too is tax payer's money. Besides your tax also pays the police who wait for thieves to fall into their hands, the navy who can't defend our fishermen, the airforce who have never used their flights, with no need to bomb, and we spend a whooping 41.3 Billion US$ on military when our expenditure on education is 11.45 Billion US$ and our per capita expenditure on health is about US$ 32 in India, while it is around US$ 4590 in rich countries (more than 140 times). We still have schools without blackboards and teachers and hospitals with no doctors and syringes and villages with no electricity so far... all this after almost six and a half decades of independence.
Me: (coughing)
TWO: And now... Why do we pay tax?!
Me:...

Source:
http://www.ndtv.com/article/india/rs-16-crore-spent-on-kasab-in-3-years-and-still-counting-152238
Nanjappa, Vicky (31 March 2009). "Swiss black money can take India to the top". Rediff.com. Retrieved 23 May 2011
http://projectagya.com/content/indian-scam-no-other-country-can-ever-compete-india-thing-be-really-ashamed
http://www.dnaindia.com/india/report_parliament-disruption-costs-exchequer-rs2-crore-a-day_1616166
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries_by_military_expenditures
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Education_in_India
http://articles.economictimes.indiatimes.com/2011-05-17/news/29552018_1_infectious-diseases-life-expectancy-child-mortality

p.c: http://www.i-n-d-i-a-n.com/scams-in-india-value-of-scam-money/


http://www.ndtv.com/article/india/rs-16-crore-spent-on-kasab-in-3-years-and-still-counting-152238

Monday, February 20, 2012

The Great Indian Tamaasha

Yesterday night as I watched my child's face while he was sleeping I felt an immense need to thank the Great One above for keeping him safe... safe from caste-related violence, religious violence, religiously motivated violence, corruption, the mafia, political scandals, the Kala Kaccha Gang, murderers, bandits, burglars, muggers, thieves, robbers, (and thus reminded of) the politicians and their politically motivated violence, hit-men, paid-criminals, hit and run speedsters and road ragers, kidnappers, ransom seekers, drug traffickers, gun runners, money launderers, extortionists, poachers, human traffickers, sexual abusers, sexual harassers, physical abusers, emotional abusers, mental abusers, people who neglect their duties, drug abusers, terrorists, abductors, rapists, bribe-seekers, bribe-givers, con-men and women, confidence tricksters, fraudsters, auto and taxi frauds who over charge, pick-pocketers, bag snatchers, chain snatchers, cyber criminals, poachers, wildlife traffickers, arms traffickers, illegal drug traders, people who indulge in domestic violence, infant killers and abortionists, dowry seekers, dowry givers, terrorists, the corrupt system that cradles it and the law enforcement who hide it all.

I was glad that I was not part of the 5361 convicts in Tamil Nadu and the 123941 in India, I was particularly glad that I didn't have to die in these prisons as was the case of 65 others in Tamil Nadu and 1430 others in India. It was nice to know that I was not part of the statistics that reported 16561 suicides in Tamil Nadu and 132226 in India reported every year. It was great to be home safe unlike the 32153 who died over a decade's time in an accident in Tamil Nadu and 373917 others who died across India. I was glad that the rowdies in khakhi (a.k.a the police man) neither received a complaint against me nor was a case registered unlike 43373 in Tamil Nadu who were framed just like the 1426718 others throughout India. I was particularly glad that I did not have a pending case to brood over unlike the 20 million (accounted for till the end of 2002) pending court cases country wide, which makes me not part of the 1 million persons in jail waiting for a fair trial (accounted for till the end of 2002) because the conviction rate of court cases is only around 1 percent. I was glad that I could get past all this and be there to watch my child smile.

I was also glad that the great nation where I live wishing to be safe where 1,700 people died instantly in Bhopal on 2-3 Dec 1984 from the Union Carbide gas leak and 22,000 people who have died since Dec 1984 from its after effects and 570,000 people who continue to suffer from varied diseases affecting respiratory, reproductive systems as a result since 1984 and still my mighty judicial system has remained impotent in rendering justice yet wants nuclear power stations established in rural parts yet again even if it is over the dead bodies of people who know that prevention is better than cure and object it, the same way tribals are killed in other parts of my country to get them off their natural habitat rich with natural resources to allow the rich man and the white man to set up his mining industries. Meanwhile, the dark streets sleep unworried through the deliberate hourly power-cuts as it celebrates a politician's birthday(s) announced in larger than life cut-outs through its corners for dogs to mark their territory thus shower them with the honour they precisely deserve as men in white with retarded colonial reminiscence of master-slave imagery running all over their nerves bend over, completely surrendering their arses nevertheless their dignity, respect and pride along with as the unheard moaning pain of the man on the street submerge dies as he moves past this tamaasha knowing that his voiceless voice just as his fate, glooms over his will to live, like a ghost that haunts him in his nightmares as he curses himself for being born and not being able to die, just as having to vote with none to vote for.

I was glad. Glad to see my son's smile as he sleeps without knowing all this; trusting that the world that I brought him into was safe, nice and happy. Smile my sleeping child! life is but a dream.

Statistics:
http://ncrb.nic.in
The Hindustan Times
p.c: http://genealogy.about.com/od/cemetery_records/ig/tombstone_symbols/sleeping_child.htm

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Why Does Gandhi Still Smile?!


Tamil Nadu complains of power cuts. Not those regular cuts which lasts for 2 hours that the urban rich don't bother about; these are those cuts where the electricity lasts for just 2 hours with the frequency and the timing unannounced and unknown; especially in the 3 southern districts Tirunelveli, Thoothukudi and Kanyakumari. Reason: Accept Koodankulam Nuclear Power Plant (Which the people have objected siting safety concerns) or suffer.

Many commissions have come with pre-typed reports sanctioning its safety from the central-level and the greatest betrayer being the president who asked us to dream... yeah, dream on. These commissions will keep rolling in till the will of the people get crushed, the fighters against this get crushed along with it and the government runs the plant over the dead bodies of people who object it.

Now why all this kolaveri?!
1. The plant basically hangs on the tip off the coast and news reports claimed that the walls had "just" cracked during the tsunami... wow! how safe!
2. There is absolutely no protection for people especially the fishermen who are frequently attacked by the neighbouring island-nation (who by the by, got our solemn support to destroy one of its "grave internal threats" recently yet we "must" believe that the congress nor the family which runs it had any reason for ensuring revenge). We have no navy, nothing to protect our coasts or the people who use the coastline for livelihood. In the event of an attack from some crouching tigers and hidden dragons, this time from the South instead of the usual North, we will watch like total muffs the plant as well the entire Southern blow into smithers (which the Northern-political arena cares a damn about anyway) to regret later. We will be probably left with dead bodies to cry for dead bodies.
3. The ghost of the previous national tragedy in Bhopal has taken so many years and yet we have delayed and deprived justice... what bloody nerve do these toppied mongrels have, to push one more endeavour against the will of the people with this kind of demonstrated efficiency?
4. Democracy means for the people, by the people and of the people, why this bitchy plant when it destroys the very essence of democracy?
5. Do we really have to show that we have enough nuclear power plants running in our country to keep our upscale hideous nuclear power status even if it has to be built upon the dead bodies of those who protest against it and brush the dirt of our inefficency to curb real issues like political vandalism, diplomatic nepotism, caste favouritism, family-run politics, theft and crime from the parliament running into the stinky streets, misleading media and gross human rights violation happening at every nook and corner of our great country? Why are the hungry getting killed instead of hunger? Why are the poor getting killed instead of poverty? Why does Gandhi still smile in our currency notes watching all these corrupt minds in political suits and behind bureaucratic tables whose palms have to be buttered with cash to get them to do the things they have to even otherwise, every time, every single time?


Now who to go to for justice?

1. We have an amma at the state who did not miss a chance to nick name the previous government "min-vettu arasu" (power-cut government) and now how well does she (the almighty) fare?!
2. We may rush to the government again ruled by a step-amma who wears the mask of a prime minister in silence mode who instigates this abuse in the first place and so what's the point?!

Now for the equation:
1. We elect the AIADMK + BJP (the alliance at the state, presently ruling) = we get what we get now, abusive power-cut government
2. We elect DMK + Congress (the previous state and the present abuser at the central) = we get what we get now, abusive power-cut government

So, there we have it, its a choice between the devil and the deep blue sea.

Leaves me to ask just 3 things:
1.
Do we have a reason, to vote for?!
2.
Who do we have, to vote for?!
3. I know my vote would make a difference yet where is the choice I have to vote for?!

p.c: http://thegunjan.wordpress.com/2011/04/25/this-is-my-india/