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Monday, February 06, 2012
My column in DNA on President's visits to Maharashtra
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My column in DNA on the drug-resistant TB controversy
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Friday, January 20, 2012
This letter was written to me by an extremely honest and scrupulous retired officer who is pained at the union government's shamless badgering of the army chief to get him out of their way and resume their monetary pursuits. Highly recommended read:
We’re witnessing a very sad day when one of the last bastions of integrity, probity and efficiency in this country is being sullied. The politicians and babus are having a field day publicly
slinging mud at the nation’s Army Chief. The image of the nation, already eroded ( Indian bureaucracy is ranked at the bottom of Asian countries) is taking another serious hit.
The press , barring a handful, is putting out planted and concocted stories at the bidding of vested interests and political masters. Even ‘India Today’ weekly has shamelessly put out a cover
story emblazoned “ Self before Service “ in which it paints the COAS as a virtual lier and manipulator. The truth,I believe, is that unlike his predecessor, Gen Kapoor, this gentleman is a die hard Infantryman who
indeed had the guts to take the bull by the horn. He got to the bottom of the infamous Sukhna scam and other corruption cases including those in ASC contracts. For the first time a serving Lt. Gen .was court martialed and
an ex Corps Commander and Military Secretary ( Kapoor’s buddy ) were brought to justice.
Such upright men are, unfortunately, anathema in our rotten political system and very inconvenient for our politicians and babus especially when defence contracts worth billions are on the anvil . Elections are also around
the corner and massive doses of ill-gotten funds have to be injected to ensure the return of the rulers !! The ‘Line of Succession’ argument is quite absurd and only designed to ensure that pliable individuals are inducted.
I’m sure people can see thru this game.
The fact that four of India’s esteemed CJs have endorsed Gen. V K Singh’s position and the fact that all his awards of distinguished service over the years ( SM, AVSM and PVSM) clearly cite 1951 as his birth date should count
for something.This is in addition to his Matric cert and UPSC records . The AGs branch of AHQ ( sole and official record keeper ) clearly shows his dob to be 1951 while the Mil Secry’s branch (responsible for promotions and postings ) shows 1950. The mischief started at this same MS branch which was headed not so long ago by the Sukhna scamster, Lt Gen Prakash ,who was brought to book by the present Chief. Both serving and retired officers are crying hoarse for the MOD to inquire impartially into the conduct of the MS branch and set the record straight but it seems like the govt. has their own agenda …… to show who is the boss ( like in the case of raid on Baba Ramdev and jailing of Anna). I’m sure that in this case also they will eventually have to
climb down after being exposed and after earning the public’s wrath ……… and probably a wrap on the knuckles by the Court !!
We’re witnessing a very sad day when one of the last bastions of integrity, probity and efficiency in this country is being sullied. The politicians and babus are having a field day publicly
slinging mud at the nation’s Army Chief. The image of the nation, already eroded ( Indian bureaucracy is ranked at the bottom of Asian countries) is taking another serious hit.
The press , barring a handful, is putting out planted and concocted stories at the bidding of vested interests and political masters. Even ‘India Today’ weekly has shamelessly put out a cover
story emblazoned “ Self before Service “ in which it paints the COAS as a virtual lier and manipulator. The truth,I believe, is that unlike his predecessor, Gen Kapoor, this gentleman is a die hard Infantryman who
indeed had the guts to take the bull by the horn. He got to the bottom of the infamous Sukhna scam and other corruption cases including those in ASC contracts. For the first time a serving Lt. Gen .was court martialed and
an ex Corps Commander and Military Secretary ( Kapoor’s buddy ) were brought to justice.
Such upright men are, unfortunately, anathema in our rotten political system and very inconvenient for our politicians and babus especially when defence contracts worth billions are on the anvil . Elections are also around
the corner and massive doses of ill-gotten funds have to be injected to ensure the return of the rulers !! The ‘Line of Succession’ argument is quite absurd and only designed to ensure that pliable individuals are inducted.
I’m sure people can see thru this game.
The fact that four of India’s esteemed CJs have endorsed Gen. V K Singh’s position and the fact that all his awards of distinguished service over the years ( SM, AVSM and PVSM) clearly cite 1951 as his birth date should count
for something.This is in addition to his Matric cert and UPSC records . The AGs branch of AHQ ( sole and official record keeper ) clearly shows his dob to be 1951 while the Mil Secry’s branch (responsible for promotions and postings ) shows 1950. The mischief started at this same MS branch which was headed not so long ago by the Sukhna scamster, Lt Gen Prakash ,who was brought to book by the present Chief. Both serving and retired officers are crying hoarse for the MOD to inquire impartially into the conduct of the MS branch and set the record straight but it seems like the govt. has their own agenda …… to show who is the boss ( like in the case of raid on Baba Ramdev and jailing of Anna). I’m sure that in this case also they will eventually have to
climb down after being exposed and after earning the public’s wrath ……… and probably a wrap on the knuckles by the Court !!
Thursday, December 22, 2011
My piece in Dna on slum housing on December 6, 2011

Wednesday, December 21, 2011
My piece on Narayan Rane in DNA on December 20, 2011
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My piece in DNA on Anna Hazare on December 13, 2011
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My piece on providing houses to slum dwellers in DNA on December 6, 2011
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My piece on coastal security in DNA on 29/11/2011
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Monday, October 17, 2011
Today, I tried to book a train ticket. I went to the IRCTC website, logged in and waited. It was around 11 am. Two minutes later, the scroll kept going round in circles and was clearly not moving anywhere. Not knowing which way to go, I went at it again. And waited.
The scroll showed it was processing something but I was not sure what. Soon, it stopped, hastily drew up a blank screen with an html address showing 'something-something-login/ some characters'. This screen was frozen. There was no movement. I sighed, went back to the main page, logged in. I waited. No result. The buffering went on endlessly. A dozen tries later, it was 12.15 pm. Once or twice, I got through to the page asking me to enter my travel details. I was excited to have moved to the first stage and hurriedly banged out the 'From' and 'To' fields. After getting my reservation requirements, the train reservation system processed it further. In less than four minutes, a screen popped up saying my login had expired. It sure had, after waiting and procastinating.
Having by now mastered the art of logging in without sparing a thought or a look at the keyboard, I typed out my login mechanically. The flickering followed obligingly. This time, it told me my session had expired and I would need to login again. Huh? The last thing I had done was to login. The ball was then in their court. How did I manage to logout before logging in? One more try. I went at it again. This time, the circle kept rolling in its agonizingly familiar manner till I decided to relogin. This went on till it was 1.20 pm.
Make no mistake. I had taken two 10-minute breaks - once to do a sudoku to shake off the ennui and once to attend to some calls. So that period should be duly deducted from my IRCTC 'login time registry.'
By this time, the IRCTC system was tiring of me. It would promptly show up the session expired page each time I dared it. It was a battle of nerves. And I wanted to win it. Erratically, it would lead me to my destination -- the travel page. And once I filled in my travel particulars, it would travel to my known fate - "This session has expired..."
Recognising the challenge, I summoned all my faculties to the task of getting me through this reservation process. And after some trial and error, I hit upon the realisation that the screen did not move when I stared at it. And, each time I had managed to log in successfully (till the next page summarily logged me out), it was when I had turned my eyes away from the screen, either to read something, or to check out the news on TV or talk to someone. Whenever my head turned to the left, the screen would eventually move to the reservation page.
I was thrilled with the discovery. I logged in. Then, I purposefully looked away from the screen, turning my right side to it. And lo and behold, it worked!
Aha! I said to myself, and soldiered on to the next stage. Filling up the travel details in a great hurry, I landed the next page. I felt elated. It was as though I was getting promoted out of turn. Fingers flying at the keyboard, I typed in further details. In a while, say about 7-8 minutes, the next page unfolded before my unbelieving eyes. I had managed to book myself a ticket on the website!!! Albeit waitlisted, I had made it.
As I ventured to get a print of that ticket, the system grandly bleated, "Session expired" and asked me to login. It was a cruel joke. It had worked dutifully certifying my research of facial angles and just before I was to degenerate into a nervous wreck, it had saved me by booking my ticket. And then, this! The emotional roller coaster was too much for me and I soon started looking for a click for psychological counsellors on the site.
Obviously, there were none. IRCTC is a owned by sarkar mai baap and vested with the responsibility of toughening us Indians up, apart from facilitating train reservations and travel. The presence of counsellors on the hoizon would soften the blow. Never mind, I told myself. I would print it from my email, which would hopefully have arrived from the IRCTC's unwilling server in my inbox in some time.
Having conceded some ground to the rival, my only other ambition was to book a return ticket. You see, the IRCTC does not allow you to book both at a time. And even if it did, it would have been of little help unless its server cooperated to unravel the succeeding pages. So, the far-sighted programmers and decision makers of IRCTC had decided to permit us travellers only small pleasures at a time. Book your onward journey and then figure out if you still have the reserves to book your return. It was 2.30 pm by now. I decided to break for lunch.
The post-lunch session too was several session expiries, by which time I gave in to the human feeling of exhaustion and gave up. I salvaged the 23 minutes I had left of the day to carry forward all my day's undone work to the next day's diary.
Looking at the brighter side, I didnt have to log out as my login session was usually half-logged out at each try or had expired before it logged in. I thanked God that I had had the good fortune of being in possession of a login and password. I shudder to think what it would have cost me to register anew.
Booking a train ticket in India is exciting. It brooks nothing less adventurous than space travel with all its attendant mystery, malfunction and the wondrous sense of soaring into nowhere. If IRCTC ever consults me on its branding, I have a handy logo - We dont send you to concentration camps; we pulverize you on the spot.
The scroll showed it was processing something but I was not sure what. Soon, it stopped, hastily drew up a blank screen with an html address showing 'something-something-login/ some characters'. This screen was frozen. There was no movement. I sighed, went back to the main page, logged in. I waited. No result. The buffering went on endlessly. A dozen tries later, it was 12.15 pm. Once or twice, I got through to the page asking me to enter my travel details. I was excited to have moved to the first stage and hurriedly banged out the 'From' and 'To' fields. After getting my reservation requirements, the train reservation system processed it further. In less than four minutes, a screen popped up saying my login had expired. It sure had, after waiting and procastinating.
Having by now mastered the art of logging in without sparing a thought or a look at the keyboard, I typed out my login mechanically. The flickering followed obligingly. This time, it told me my session had expired and I would need to login again. Huh? The last thing I had done was to login. The ball was then in their court. How did I manage to logout before logging in? One more try. I went at it again. This time, the circle kept rolling in its agonizingly familiar manner till I decided to relogin. This went on till it was 1.20 pm.
Make no mistake. I had taken two 10-minute breaks - once to do a sudoku to shake off the ennui and once to attend to some calls. So that period should be duly deducted from my IRCTC 'login time registry.'
By this time, the IRCTC system was tiring of me. It would promptly show up the session expired page each time I dared it. It was a battle of nerves. And I wanted to win it. Erratically, it would lead me to my destination -- the travel page. And once I filled in my travel particulars, it would travel to my known fate - "This session has expired..."
Recognising the challenge, I summoned all my faculties to the task of getting me through this reservation process. And after some trial and error, I hit upon the realisation that the screen did not move when I stared at it. And, each time I had managed to log in successfully (till the next page summarily logged me out), it was when I had turned my eyes away from the screen, either to read something, or to check out the news on TV or talk to someone. Whenever my head turned to the left, the screen would eventually move to the reservation page.
I was thrilled with the discovery. I logged in. Then, I purposefully looked away from the screen, turning my right side to it. And lo and behold, it worked!
Aha! I said to myself, and soldiered on to the next stage. Filling up the travel details in a great hurry, I landed the next page. I felt elated. It was as though I was getting promoted out of turn. Fingers flying at the keyboard, I typed in further details. In a while, say about 7-8 minutes, the next page unfolded before my unbelieving eyes. I had managed to book myself a ticket on the website!!! Albeit waitlisted, I had made it.
As I ventured to get a print of that ticket, the system grandly bleated, "Session expired" and asked me to login. It was a cruel joke. It had worked dutifully certifying my research of facial angles and just before I was to degenerate into a nervous wreck, it had saved me by booking my ticket. And then, this! The emotional roller coaster was too much for me and I soon started looking for a click for psychological counsellors on the site.
Obviously, there were none. IRCTC is a owned by sarkar mai baap and vested with the responsibility of toughening us Indians up, apart from facilitating train reservations and travel. The presence of counsellors on the hoizon would soften the blow. Never mind, I told myself. I would print it from my email, which would hopefully have arrived from the IRCTC's unwilling server in my inbox in some time.
Having conceded some ground to the rival, my only other ambition was to book a return ticket. You see, the IRCTC does not allow you to book both at a time. And even if it did, it would have been of little help unless its server cooperated to unravel the succeeding pages. So, the far-sighted programmers and decision makers of IRCTC had decided to permit us travellers only small pleasures at a time. Book your onward journey and then figure out if you still have the reserves to book your return. It was 2.30 pm by now. I decided to break for lunch.
The post-lunch session too was several session expiries, by which time I gave in to the human feeling of exhaustion and gave up. I salvaged the 23 minutes I had left of the day to carry forward all my day's undone work to the next day's diary.
Looking at the brighter side, I didnt have to log out as my login session was usually half-logged out at each try or had expired before it logged in. I thanked God that I had had the good fortune of being in possession of a login and password. I shudder to think what it would have cost me to register anew.
Booking a train ticket in India is exciting. It brooks nothing less adventurous than space travel with all its attendant mystery, malfunction and the wondrous sense of soaring into nowhere. If IRCTC ever consults me on its branding, I have a handy logo - We dont send you to concentration camps; we pulverize you on the spot.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
My take on TV anchors, taking off from a very nice satire doing the email rounds:
NAME: Rajdeep “ ‘but you-you-you’ (every five seconds)” Sardesai
SIGNATURE STYLE: Interpretation genius. Has potential to decode English in a way it sounds like Chinese to the viewers.
USP: Salt and peppery hair, living with Sagarika Ghose’s vocal cords
CREDO: Substances are meant to be abused, the substance being facts.
EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: Facts are weapons of convenience to be used to confuse. Each time, a show dares veer in a direction he doesn’t like, he wills it around to his point of view. The viewer is happy he has been informed and has made an opinion; the studio ‘guest’ thinks he has made his statement and Rajdeep continues his merry circus, manfully driving public opinion without their knowledge, pun intended.
Most likely to say: "There is another side the rains have to tell. Right after this break (a grim smile or grimace, depends on your interpretation)."
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NAME: Sagarika “shake you out of your wits” Ghose
SIGNATURE STYLE: Interruptions only. No interpretations, real or imagined. She’s like that only.
USP: Voice that hits with the power of a volcanic eruption. If she ever shut up, you would hear the microphone wimper and disintegrate.
Most likely to say: “Hate is real. Let’s get the Pakistanis on that. Mr Muzaffar, what do you say about the hate Australians have for Indians?”
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NAME: Barkha “keep them guessing” Dutt
SIGNATURE STYLE: Skin of a crocodile. Her tears are real.
USP: Deceptive they may be but appearances are important. So the mask of fairness stays put.
CREDO: Life is about being democratic. So I dare to wear dangling earrings.
EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: She’s sensible, and will never arrive at any inference at the end of her shows which is peopled by VIPs and VVIPs mostly saying, “Barkha, I don’t agree.” A summary sign-off ensues, with an enduring visual of Barkha’s mouth stretched into what could have been a smile but has lost its way. She has spunk. She has staying power. She will wilfully get soldiers in the firing line of terrorists (26/11), will can all the Radia tapes, and emerge with a halo.
Most likely to say: "Ragging is another name for abuse, or is it? Some agree, some don’t."
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NAME: Arnab “The Man Who Knows and Speaks the Truth and Only the Truth” Goswami
SIGNATURE STYLE: Consistent moral outrage. He hates duplicity or falsehoods, which mostly pass for other people’s views.
USP: He invented power but eschews its worldly trappings so that we get to see him on prime time every day.
CREDO: His wondrous worldview includes all those who disagree with him but he is damned if he lets them think they can change the way he governs the world.
Most likely to say: "I am outraged, therefore I am. And if I am outraged, so is the nation"
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NAME: Karan Thapar
SIGNATURE STYLE: Clipped accent enabled by a nose with a permanent cold, snap-and-grind-till-they-drop posturing and finger-jabbing that pokes into the ribs.
USP: Thapar uses his smile sparingly and keeps it strained because he knows overuse can kill. He can shrink his subject to pulp by the sheer power of his smile that comes at the end of an interview by which time the subject is compacted into a withered wallflower.
CREDO: A stiff upper lip is the biggest asset in interviewing skills. A stiff lower lip is an added advantage.
EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: By the time the opponent (as the subject of his interviews is identified in Karan’s mind) starts his reply, Karan has anticipated it, processed it in his uniquely angular way, and confounded the subject with a fresh bouncer that has him struggling for breath. In half hour, Karan grills, sautés and purees the opponent with his cold stares, steely squints and glacial sneers. At the end, he thanks the opponent for giving him the opportunity to speak his mind without interruption.
To facilitate this steamy interaction, his unsuspecting subjects are usually strapped to the arm rests of the hot seat with metal clasps.Most likely to say: "Why would you say Advani was not the first woman speaker? Any logical reason?"
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
August 29, 2011.
Much has been written about the media blitzkrieg in favour of Anna Hazare. And why not? The media has been the biggest weapon in Anna’s armoury. He hadn’t quite expected it to unleash itself in this manner. To give the devil its due, the media itself had not anticipated the agitation to grow into a movement. The media kept agitation before the public eye and the burgeoning numbers fed the coverage. It was a happy cycle.
The English media, however, was not much enamoured of Anna barring Times Now. The three most-watched English channels behaved differently. CNN-IBN gunned for Anna but in a veiled way (Rajdeep Sardesai would ask negative questions all too often, putting words in the mouths of his hapless panellist); NDTV (read: Barkha Dutt) would have been happier with more boo-boos by Kiran Bedi (Her ghunghat act was repeated ad nauseam on the channel for three days and every face popping up on the channel was asked to comment on it after being briefed about the sinister implications it held for Parliamentary pride).
Times Now, another personality-driven channel, was an exception. It was doggedly pro-Anna. Arnab Goswami gushed about him all day and resolutely rebuffed any criticism of the movement passing off as critique. This polarisation of the electronic media was not reflected in the print media. Most English newspapers steered clear of going for or against the movement though they were compelled to report it as much as possible, given the sheer numbers of people on the streets.
While keeping Ramlila alive for almost a fortnight, the media did end up exposing some chinks in its armour. For one, it failed in exposing and exploring a key element in the whole drama. Right through Anna’s arrest to the culmination of the fast, the media singularly refused to analyse the Congress’ role as a party and as the principal role-player in government.
Anna’s arrest, for instance, was an outrage in any democracy. It held the threat of the country’s subversion into a Pakistan-type of anarchic republic with the domination of the old rule of thumb. The media was suitably disgusted, for sure. But it studiously limited its role to reporting and criticism. It refused to travel the imperative distance from dispassionate observer to passionate vigilante. There were extensive and well-displayed reports on the horrific demonstration of government arrogance but the language was always controlled, decisively neutral. Edits conveyed that it was a violation of basic rights of a citizen but did not convey a sense of horror at this brazenness of the unprecedented act. If it was an act like the Emergency, the media did not rise to the occasion to respond like a Ramnath Goenka or a C R Irani.
Through the entire episode, few bad words were said for the government. Appeals front-paged by national newspapers took the placatory line, implicitly placing Anna and the government on the same footing as far as apportioning of blame was concerned. One would have preferred a clear stand taken by such newspapers that Anna was committing an outrage of democratic privileges of a citizen. But in the time-honoured tradition of staying politically correct, they would not fall foul of either party.
