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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Vishwaroopam

I am thrilled by the movie.  It is probably the best Bollywood thriller thus far: Superbly directed and produced.  The war scenes at Afghanistan look real.  Though I must hasten to confess that I haven't witnessed any real war in my life.  Kamal Haasan and Rahul Bose have put in great performances.  And I thoroughly enjoyed the opening scene too where Vishwaroopam is teaching dancing to a group of girl students.

Recommended without any reservations.

A Mobile Population and Need for Internet Constituencies

All our governance systems are based on the idea of people being rooted to a place.  So address is an integral part of all documents issued by the government and bulk of government services have to be availed only at the place of domicile.  The most fundamental right of voting is also restricted to choosing from candidates from the constituency where your residence is located and can only be exercised at a designated polling booth near your residence.

This concept of rooted people may have been a workable idea in the yesteryears when most people were employed in agriculture or small businesses at their native place.  Today a large section of society has become mobile.  They relocate frequently in search of better prospects and it is a marathon task to obtain new documents from a government machinery that doesn't think in terms of customer service but only in terms of dispensing favors.

This mobility got a kind of formal recognition from the government when TRAI talked of MNP across circles.  So your mobile number remains unchanged even if you move to another state within the country.  RBI also acknowledged this when it mooted the idea of account number portability across banks and branches.

This increased mobility coupled with the difficulty of getting oneself registered with various government agencies at the new place, including those maintaining the electoral rolls, is a great impediment to democracy.  Many in the working class are not able to cast their vote precisely for this reason.  And then instead of blaming our systems we put the blame squarely on the working class.  The suits the political parties too because they can then afford to ignore the aspiration of this class.

Technology provides an easy solution to this.  Let there be Pan-India Internet Constituencies somewhat like the graduate constituency.  The number of such constituencies may be decided on the basis of number of people willing to register for it and vote through internet.  These people may identify themselves biometrically using their Aadhaar registration and cast their vote online.  An alternate way could be to vote through their registered e-mail id.  The e-mails may be processed by a software program which ensures secrecy.

If this suggestion is implemented a large number of working people who are currently not able to cast their vote will be able to and happy to do so.  This will make the democracy a true and inclusive democracy.


Saturday, February 2, 2013

A Letter to Fellow Indians


My Dear Fellow Indians,

Our hearts must swell with pride and eyes with tears of gratitude and joy as we watch the ever growing numbers of those whose prime objective is to become the prime minister of the country, purportedly for  serving us better.  They come in great variety - big leaders with small parties, small leaders with big parties, small leaders with small parties, big leaders with big parties that are afraid of them, et al.  Oh dear leaders, you have such big ambitions!  Well to serve the country better with!

We, the working people, know well enough what happens when you get a job that you are not equal to. Your health suffers, your family suffers, and you take to the job portals vehemently looking for a change. Most of our beloved leaders know well enough, or we so hope, that the job is much too demanding and not exactly a bed of roses. Of course, all this holds only if you intend to perform. They do know pretty well that they will be stepping into shoes so big that their eyes may be below lace level and their nose close to that stench left behind by the previous wearers / occupiers.  And yet, all this knowledge only seems to add fuel to their determination.

There is another variety who are so much afraid of this stench that they would forever keep away from this race and only look for someone else who can better put up with it and clean it up rather than add to the grime.  Dear old chap, if you wish to clean it, you have to step into it, with a broom like the one that Gandhi wielded when cleaning the community toilets.  Keep it up, dear angry young man, AAP sahi raaste par hain.

At times, I too feel tempted to jump into the fray.  After all, what would the nation, or at least my grandsons, say when they find out that I kept watching from the sidelines when the country needed me most!  

What say you?

Yours etc.

A.K. Upadhyaya
(Mee too)

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy New Year 2013

I am not sure how many of us were convinced that humankind together with all life forms on this earth will not have the pleasure of witnessing the dawn of 2013.  An educated guess could be made by analyzing financial data with the banks on patterns of individual spending and saving.  The extent of shift during 2012 from the normal pattern will provide the clue.  If you find a distinct decrease in savings coupled with increased spending and borrowing (like there would be no tomorrow :), you could conclude that some amongst us did subscribe to the Mayan prophecy.  You may protest by quoting the fact that governments across the world have been progressively saving less and spending profligately for decades but that was not because they foresaw the end of the world.  On the contrary they are quite confident that they can keep at it forever.  May be we can refer the matter to a dozen of economists to get at least 13 opinions.  We have some prominent ones in our own government.

Though it hardly matters now what you and I or they and he thought of 2013.  It is already here, the thirteenth year of the twenty-first century.  So while the century turned marriageable some time back, some people may think that the current year is not auspicious!  But, auspicious or not, it certainly is quite an odd one.  Though 2 and 20 are even, 13 is odd, as are 1 and 3.  2013 in binary, octal and hex is 11111011101 (five 1s and 0, three 1s and 0, and one 1), 3735, and 7DD respectively.  And if you are not sure whether 7DD is even or odd, just note that it visually rhymes with ODD.

But then odd or even, it's good that the year did begin. And though the year is odd, it has got a fix; For the digits all add up to a six.  And six, numerologically, is a good mix.  Look at what a numerologist has to say:

 " The most important influence of the 6 is its loving and caring nature. Properly nicknamed the motherhood number, it is all about sacrificing, caring, healing, protecting and teaching others. No family or community can function without the power of the 6 to keep them together and safe. She is the glue that keeps a family or community together."

And so in this benign year 2013, here is a set of good wishes for you:
  1. May this year be as lucky for you as number 13 has been for AB Bajpai.
  2. May you go to the KBC hot seat and correctly answer question number 13.
  3. May all your income be EEE.
  4. May your savings exceed the Indian Public's saving rate even as you spend like our governments.
  5. May your fortunes grow faster than those of Vadra, Mulayam and Mayawati.
  6. May your income grow at the same rate as the price of Gas from Krishna-Godavari Basin.
  7. May you be healthy like Baba Ramdeo, upright like Anna Hazare, and perseverant like Arvind Kejariwal.
  8. May you have a spokesperson like Digvijaya Singh.
  9. May people from all quarters support you like Mulayam and Maya.
  10. May good luck stick to you like a neta to the chair.
  11. May you see a Lokpal at the Centre.
  12. May all black money come back to India.
  13. May police, judiciary, and electoral reforms take place.
Well, if you find that last wish a little odd, don't jump to conclusions as 2013 is not a leap year.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Saturday, December 29, 2012

The proverbial last straw

As we grieve with the parents of Amanat and fellow countrymen, a few thoughts come to my mind that I would like to share with you.  This most unfortunate incident has been the proverbial last straw and released an avalanche of pent up feelings.

We have a saying in Bhojpuri which roughly translates to this - "I was feeling like crying and (fortuitously) something poked my eyes (and gave me an excuse to cry.)"  The unfortunate and brutal tragedy that "Amanat" suffered is this poke that has precipitated the tears that a growing number of population has been finding hard to hold back for some time now.  This is the section of the population that is more concerned about the real issues affecting them.  These are the economic issues, the law and order issues, issues concerning opportunities for growth, issues of creating a more egalitarian society, issues of accountability for highly paid bureaucracy and politicians, issues of corruption eating into the vitals of the system.  They are unlike their mothers, fathers and elder brothers - those victims of the earlier feudal system who were happy with condescending politicians and babus who occasionally threw crumbs to them and pandered to their base instincts for competitive identity management. This new breed of people is not willing to put up with an apathetic and manipulative system and they are crying out for change.  A change that will mean a clean break with the way we have been running this country for six decades now.  To me this restless desire for change looks like the harbinger of a new era and a ray of hope.

What truly beats me is that the present system is not able to see this deep craving for change at all.  The politicians remain apathetic, the police oppressive and manipulative, and the bureaucracy unconcerned.  Probably the politicians feel that while they have divided the populace along umpteen lines of religion, caste and creed, they remain highly united in their skilled manipulations and that the dust will settle down as always.  And the police and bureaucracy partake of their complacence.  Hopefully this dust will not settle down, not this time.

And this is why Modi and Kejariwal are emerging as new icons of hope.  While Kejariwal stands for bringing about systemic changes that can put a stop to the current rot, Modi symbolizes robust performance and a no-nonsense approach.  And this is what this new generation of Indians desires above everything else.

Let us hope a new dawn is about to break and that this sad loss and this angry uprising will not go waste.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

GFGS

The current rage on the streets of Delhi over the recent gang rape case is essentially similar to that that was on display when the issue of corruption was taken up by luminaries like Anna Hazare, Arvind Kejariwal et al.  It has its genesis in the same thirst for GFGS (Governance, For God's Sake) that led to what Hindi newspapers termed नमो, नमो, नमो (Three times NaMo) phenomenon in Gujarat.  The thirst is so deep that it remains unquenched even after two NaMos.  Elsewhere the public is simply sick and tired to the core of a defunct system that doesn't care much for its citizens, their life, livelihood and prosperity.

We must not mistake it as merely an outburst against wretched humanoids who perpetrated the beastly crime against the victim girl.  I am sure that all societies, howsoever evolved, do have a certain percentage of such beastly creatures.  Similarly all societies and their constituents have within them the primal urges that need to be controlled and sublimated through moral persuasions.  It is our leaders in the government who have been given formal powers by the society for governing it.  It is their job to ensure that the beasts in the society are either reformed or subjected to strict controls or, if all fails, eliminated.  They are also supposed to epitomize all the values that the society collectively cherishes and aspires to embrace.  They cannot be otherwise and provide the kind of governance and leadership that the society desires and deserves.  Do we see this happening?

It is strange that no leaders from the government have come out to address the restless crowds.  This job has been left to the opposition and the informal leaders.  The government has instead deployed the police:  The police whose job it is to protect the public at large:  The police which repeatedly fails to check and control the beasts amongst us:  The police which sometimes itself is found perpetrating similar beastly acts.  A foreigner may be forgiven for thinking that the police forces in the country exist merely to protect our elected leaders and they hardly have men or resources left to protect the public.  And when they do mobilize the men and resources it is always for repressing the public rather than protecting them.  Has any of our leaders shown the courage to let go of their A-Z kind of security and ask them to perform their first and foremost task of protecting the public? Why are we perpetually deferring the police reforms?

What indeed frightens the daylights out of me is the utter and sheer disregard for law and order that is displayed by our political figures and then imbibed by their followers and finally percolates down to the beastly elements that we have been talking about.  The political leaders must be allowed not to pay toll tax that have to be paid even by a bus carrying a busload of BPL people.  A political leader considers it okay to publicly threaten another public figure who insists on exercising his right of freely moving through the length and breadth of the country.  It is okay for leaders to remain absent from their job, to defy all codes of decent conduct in the highest bodies of the country, to call each other names, to throw missives on each other, to amass DA (disproportionate assets), to entice and kill young girls, to father children out of wedlock.  Once the leaders have thus established their absolute superiority over ordinary mortals and law of the land, it is the turn of their supplicants.  So they go out brandishing legal and illegal arms, rape women and beat up cops.  The message finally percolates to the humanoids who shed all fear of authority and indulge themselves.  Finally the public is bound to get fed up to its nose and come out openly against the deep shit in which it finds itself.

My dear leaders, please listen to this desperate cry for GFGS.


Laments of a mosquito

I am shocked, literally.  And I am lucky.  Many of my fellow mosquitoes have succumbed to the fatal shock delivered with a scary crackling sound.  The humans having failed to eliminate us through chemical and mechanical means, have stooped to using electricity for the purpose.  What is even more inmosquitus (inhuman in their language) is that they have turned it into a game!  The instrument they use for the purpose closely resembles what they call a racket  and used for playing various games.  Come evening, and they start electrically zapping us with great mirth and enthusiasm.  Oh, how we all shiver just at the thought of it.

These ungrateful humans simply overlook the decencies that we display towards them.  For example, most of us mosquitoes keep our distance from them during daytime with a view to not disturbing them at work.  A few that do, are the Frankensteins that are the handiwork of humans themselves.  Humans who want everything to be clean and shiny including the water that they use. Again, when we do come out in the evening, we present the best of our song and dance with a view to amuse them.  As our size keeps us from producing music that is loud enough, we risk getting close to their ears so they can hear us better.  And what do we get in return?  A scornful swat!

Some humans have gone to extremes of absurdity to declare that we serve no evolutionary purpose.  They forget that by saying so they are contradicting their own cherished theories.  They don't ask themselves how could a useless creature survive the relentless evolutionary pressures over eons.

The time has come to make you humans see the truth.  Our job is to help you evolve.  We try and weed out those amongst you who don't have strong enough immune systems.  We are the living injection machines that deliver the test load into your systems.  And we do it not merely as a duty.  We do it with love.  For in return we get our nourishment from you.  And it is nothing more than a tiny drop of your blood.  You waste a lot more for funny tests, sometimes several times a day.  You resent us that tiny drop even as you shout from your rooftops that blood donation is good.

And where has all your creativity gone?  Instead of mindlessly zapping the life out of us you could have used our services to deliver medicines to large populations instead of having to deploy an army of paramedics for the purpose.  Some truly great ones amongst you had probably had a glimpse of this possibility.  It was them who said, "Mosquitoes will remain but we will banish Malaria."  These great people used to work in the health department in a country called India.

But there is little point in talking to you trying to make you see reason.  I am ready for the ultimate zap and so are my brethren.  We all look forward to the day when we will be close to extinction and you would go out to big swamps just to catch sight of some great survivors amongst us.  As you patiently wait for the magnificent sight of a flying mosquito with the accompanying divine music, some of you would prick yourselves with your fancy gadgets and offer that drop to entice it to come close.

Until then, adieu as I fly into that vicious weave on your electrical racket.