Saturday, December 29, 2007
Valiantly arranging the supplements and reading a newspaper - 2 persons
Listening to music on mobile phone - 6 persons
Playing games on the mobile phone - 4 persons
Dozing or looking out dazed - The rest of the train
Honest, people, why don’t you read something, at least, the newspaper? Why are there only two people reading a newspaper instead of a majority as I used to see in earlier days (Ah! those halcyon days when I watched with joy a newspaper or novel being devoured by hungry eyes)?
Or don’t they trust the newspaper anymore, which is bad news for the publishers. And before newspapers go on the defensive and try to prove to me facts about their readership and reach, let me say this: the modern all-glamour, all colour newspaper alienates rather than edifies. Before I get hauled by my newspaper friend here are a few examples:
1. Awards instituted by newspapers are only carried by them and not any other newspapers
2. If a newspaper sponsors a function, only they would give it coverage
3. Newspapers have started featuring paid editorial matter, also called “advertorials” which degrade their credibility
4. Newspapers have become like a business, and are run like a business to make profits. Then why don’t they buy their newsprint in the open market at market rates, not the subsidized rates offered by the government.
5. If newspapers are businesses first and not a social service for information dissemination why do they depend on government subsidies on newsprint and for postage (a newspaper can be posted for a subsidized postage of just 25 paise)?
6. I guess people are interested in reading news about common problems of common people. And too much news about this or that starlet, or who they are sleeping with, with colour pictures of them, puts the public off. They get nauseated by too much cleavage, thighs and heavy make up. Give them some hard news they will lap it up.
Newspaper barons, am I making sense, or what? Or am I too dumb to take on the bureaucracies that you have become? Sorry so-and-so, my friend, I couldn’t resist the temptation of saying all this here on my dear blog. I have been an admirer of your newspaper, but of late it sucks. I just glance at it before throwing it away, or selling it to the kabadiwala.
Friday, December 28, 2007
There was this guy named Kale (black) who was in love with a girl whose surname was Gorey (white). Both weren’t either black or white but in between. But Ms. Gorey’s father arranged her wedding to a Mr. Phatarphode (stone breaker), who was neighbour of Mr. Waghmare (killer of tigers). It seems Ms. Gorey was secretly in love with Waghmare’s son, and not with Mr. Phatarphode’s. It seemed that Ms. Gorey was meeting the young Mr. Waghmare privately. Whence Mr. Gorey insisted that she go and live with Undirmare (killer of mice) who is her brother-in-law, being married to her elder sister. Now Phatarphode, breaker of stones smelled a rat and confronted Kale, who agreed that Ms. Gorey had indeed gone to Mr. Undirmare’s, the mouse killer, and that once the affair had cooled he would arrange Phatarphode’s betrothal to Ms. Gorey.
As chance would have it, Waghmare and Phatarphode had a fight over Ms. Gorey when they met in the nearby vada-pau shop and had it not been for the presence of Doiphode (breaker of heads) Waghmare would have broken Phatarphode, the stone breaker’s head. Then as if by a happy chance of fate Waghmare and Phatarphode became friends and Waghmare was the best man at Phatarphode’s wedding.
So we colleagues had a good laugh at the happenstance of Ms. Gorey’s wedding to Mr. Phatarphode, which was also attended by Mr. Khare (Mr. Truth) the maternal uncle of Phatarphode and Mr. Khote (Mr. Lie) who was the husband of Mr. Kale’s sister. All’s well that ends well.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Benazir was attractive, no, I would term her beautiful with a skin so mooth and blemishless. (Fatima Bhutto, her neice and writer, whom I saw from up close at the Kitab festival, also has smooth skin, and some of her aunt's charisma.) Come to think of it Rajiv too had a very good skin. One a handsome man, the other a beautiful women, killed by the most ugly of recent social upheavals - terrorism - both blown up by suicide bombers. Not for nothing did the poet say, "beauty deserves the beast in all of us." I guess I am more than a bit grumpy, and I need sleep, so I will end this post here.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
This Christmas wasn’t any different. We weren’t invited, even to my sister’s place. So we decided to spend the day at home, a few friends dropped in unannounced, made them eat cakes. For lunch the same old chicken curry and I had bought some white wine and since I like white wine, sipped it ever so slowly, and, ah! the tangy taste of white wine was just divine, more like a poor man’s champagne. Felt so nice and peaceful during my afternoon siesta that I lazed on bed till 5 p.m. By that time another predictable Christmas had already gone by, or most of it. At night it was another chicken and fish curry, another tipple and off to bed for I am working today, which is boxing day.
And Rochelle since you asked what Anthonybhai would say, I am going to inflict on you what our Mack-speaking Anthony D’Souza would say:
You know men, Christmas, no men, like season for joy only, agree, like ole man Father Santa says. But I think Christmas is also season for giving dem poor people some warm clods, and eating stuff like cakes, no, men? What da people are doing is disgusting, men. Anthony not liking at all, the drinking and eating and dem becoming, becoming like pigs no?
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
I weep for the many who have not yet got justice after the Gujarat carnage, they never will. Modi’s victory is symptomatic of the rise of religious intolerance that pervaded ancient Europe and tore it asunder. Killings and persecution followed until the fundamentalists were overthrown by the Protestants with their liberal theological concepts. But here who will reform religion as the protestant reformers did? The only result will be a hardening of positions along the trenches between Hindus and Muslims.
I weep for the many communities who think they are part of the Hindutva bandwagon, but really aren’t. I guess the victory was fuelled by money than muscle. Religious zealots do not have an in between ideology. Their aim is not rapprochement but their own megalomaniac quest for glory. Many would die, and many would be cast aside without a voice to speak out their frustration. The voice of reason is stilled, and reason sleeps a serene and dazed sleep.
I know I am being a bit cynical here, but that’s what happened to Hitler’s Germany. When he was in his ascendancy he was acclaimed as a hero, a liberator who would rid the racially pure Germans of the Jews. But look what happened. And I weep to think that even an expose of the sort that Tehelka unleashed couldn’t dent the margin of his victory. Many people talked openly about the cruel atrocities that were perpetrated. Do we people have a conscience?
Sunday, December 23, 2007
मैं जिसे चाहता हूँ
वो चाहती है किसी और को
खुदा न करे जिसे वह चाहती हो
वह चाहे किसी और को
The one I love
Oh God, don't let it be that the one she loves
Ha, ha, ha... That's the mad circle of love, that Elton John sang about, poets have cried themselves to sleep about, writers have written copiously about. That's the magic of poetry and love. Hope you like it. Leave a comment if you do, and even if you don't.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Gujaratis are so well-mannered and soft spoken. A Gujarati was travelling on a plane and a man came and occupied his seat. The Gujarati came back, saw the man, and didn’t fly into a rage immediately. He sat in the seat on the other side, asked the man his profession, his native place, and his name. “Mel Gibson” the other man said proudly. “Par ha tho Mel Gibson ni seat nathi che! Ha tho Babubhai Parekh ni seat che!” The Gujrati told him ever so nicely. “But this isn’t Mel Gibson’s seat! This is Babubhai Parekh’s seat!” How sweet!
Well jokes apart, the staff did admirably well and danced like there were no tomorrows, bathed in the pale glow of strobe lights, and laser luminescence. The chairman was so happy that he awarded all the participants of the dance around 20 k each. Oh, misery, misery when wilt thou forsake my shadows! Imagine 20 k in my pocket for just shaking a leg. Why didn’t I shake a leg and collect that amount? Sure thing, I wouldn’t mind being laughed at for that amount. I didn’t even have to win, just participate. Oh, another thing, who would dance with me, eh? I know I can shake a leg when it come to “freelance dancing” but any form of organised dancing has me “all toes.” Is that the right expression?
A colleague pair moved so gracefully and effortlessly that I was envious. I guess the wonders of this world would never cease. My mundane colleagues were transformed with some make-up and some flashy dressing into the likes of Bollywood heroes and heroines. Well, it’s not your stuff Johnny-boy, you are too old for that sort of thing.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
While agreeing with Guha that there are many who become extremists of one type or the other after they cross the borders, I do not know anyone offering socialist Cuba as a model economy. Considering as to how un-travelled and uneducated this blogger is, it is no surprise that the blogger doesn’t find any merit in the Cuban sort of socialism. Cuba has descended into poverty because of its socialist revolution. It used to be a prosperous country before. Whether Guha got this stereotype wrong remains to be seen, and why should these errant children of globalisation be against liberalisation and privatisation has me stumped. Oh well, some people are really very ungrateful, like they say, “Khaneki thali mein ched.”
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
This leaves the hacks, such as me, who write for a living. This type can’t do any other job, but can write commercial stuff that can be passed for acceptable writing. Writing for a living can get very tiring and boring at times, as I have learnt. I can’t enjoy the writing I do to make the home fires burning. In other words, I don’t enjoy the writing I get paid for. I wish with all my heart that I could, but things didn’t work out. So if someone says, “Write me a great article and I will pay you $ 1 million,” that would make me very nervous and unable to write. I would sweat a lot on my keyboard, and the keys would all be submerged and I would panic. But I can hold on to a writing job because, a job is different. It’s a job. Well, er, um, you see, you know, by the time they find that you can’t write, you would be out of the organisation and well-ensconced in another job, with a better salary to boot.
And, oh, yeah, in this system-addled world of today, where systems are supposed t rule the way you eat, drink, and, well, do it (what? I didn’t say it, did I?), there is an increasing need for people who can write. Because, all those systems, workflows, algorithms and programming abracadabra require documentation. Not that anybody reads such documents, but documents are needed to, at least, re-assure people that some semblance of order exists. Brilliant, isn’t it? I still have a cupboard shelf full of manuals I haven’t yet read, which I keep thinking I would one day. Well, what I do is tinker with the keys of my latest obsession, and – lo and behold! – through blind faith or familiarity, I can figure out how to operate it. Who the hell cares for manuals, anyway? But there are standards the company has to comply with, and that requires that you have everything in writing, and therefore they employ duffers like me.
That’s the reason my friend Raj wants to learn writing. He asks me how long it will take, one year, or, maybe, two? I tell him he needs to read a lot of books if you wish to write. Now, Raj looks like the sort of chap who is addicted to 64-paged “Chausatiya” erotic stories sold on railway bridges in Bombay. So, I rather expect the next stupid question, “How many books should I read?” That quite flummoxes me. Is he serious? Does he think writing is something like typing, learn to type and you can keep on typing, and typing and typing any damn rubbish. Would he understand what it means to agonize over commas, semi-colons, full stops, and colons? Would he know what it means to tear hair, rack brain, and bite nails for an appropriate word or sentence. Oh, God! What is this world coming to?
Then he tells me that he knows of an institute that teaches writing, that too, within a year. Yes, they are there by the dozens. Beware of them and their sage advice, and their spiral-bound book manuals. They would be so sweet about your great and dormant talent that you would be tempted to sell the shirt off your back to pay them, because, “Hey, I am going to be a great writer, and the cheques should start coming soon”.
Poor, poor, Raj, I feel sorry for him. He thinks he can learn to write by doing a six-month crash course in writing.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
I walk a steady pace, neither fast nor slow, since Henry my walking partner, is not with me today. He is a fast walker and usually I have to struggle to keep up with him. So I took it a bit easy, walking, breathing steadily, swinging my arms, and enjoying the bird sounds. The sun filters through the trees, and the walk is deserted except for a few regulars, seemingly retired people, having a leisurely walk. One man sits on a parapet wall above a dry rivulet and is talking to his wife in low tones.
Then I see this man in a checked lungi, walking his dog. I couldn’t but admire the way he was wearing his lungi and managing his dog’s leash. There’s great skill involved in just keeping the lungi around your waist, honest! I had tried wrapping a lungi around me and had failed to keep it safely tethered to my waist. (I was brought up in Bombay, so actually I wasn’t initiated into the ritual of wrapping a lungi, something I regret.) I wonder how C Chidambaram and AK Anthony both ministers in the Indian government can manage their ministries so effortlessly wearing the mundu, the formal version of the lungi. Actually it’s their skill in holding on to the mundu that makes them such expert managers and negotiators.
It takes great skill, will power, and individuality is all I can say. Try it. Try keeping a lungi wrapped around you, you will find it slipping within a few seconds. If you have a belly then it’s even harder, because the laws of physics militate against it. The knot won’t stay put. But for a Keralite and the South Indian, the lungi is an attire of great comfort. It offers complete three-hundred-and-sixty-degree mobility. Convenient, when it comes to scampering up a coconut tree, or, descending into a deep well. Well, try climbing a coconut tree in trousers, a sure disaster, I have tried.
So, this man was walking his dog and the lungi stayed firmly on his waist. And that is a miracle of training, skill, and will power. Makes me wonder if it is why we Keralites are known for our well-rounded personalities and our will power. Because when it comes to sheer determination and grit, Malayalis are on top everywhere. See any corporate ladder and there will be more than a fair share of the Nairs, Menons, and Gopinathans. Attribute it to their skill in delicately keeping the lungi wrapped around their waist, the absolute zen and will power of keeping things anchored, the will to see that the lungi will not come off even when you are managing a frisky dog on a leash.
That’s what I saw the man doing today, something that I could identify with, something that I could take pride in. After all, my father wore mundus at home and my brother can manage one. So what if I prefer the loose track suit pants at home, I can always count on my fellow Malayalis to teach me how to wear a mundu, and the delicate art of throwing one end up, catching the tip with the other, and wrapping it folded around the waist. I hear that scores are settled in this fashion in Kerala. If the adversary nears, you just have to fold your lungi thusly, a little above so that your knees show, and you are ready for battle, if at all. Mostly, if you do it confidently enough, the enemy will take off in the other direction. Practice it watching Mammooty and Mohanlal doing it on screen and you will surely become an expert. All I need now is a lungi and some Mammooty and Mohanlal movie DVDs.
“Chetta, can I borrow some Mammooty DVDs and some lungi-tying expertise from you?” I ask the abovementioned dog-walking wearer of the lungi in Malayalam, my voice trembling at the prospect of this great giver of wisdom denying my request.
“What for?” He asks suspiciously eyeing my track suit pants.
“I want to learn to tie the lungi like you.”
“Than poyi thante karyam nokkado.” Hey you, go and attend to your work.
Didn’t I tell you about Malayalis having great will power and individuality attributable to the tying of the lungi? Well that secret is not to be shared easily with those who do not have the basic skill of being a Malayali, i.e., the art of tying a lungi.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
"A host of questions lurk behind that simple sentence. Why would a novelist who has written so powerfully about the land of his birth pack up and leave? Were his 2002 move and his taking of Australian citizenship last year a betrayal of his homeland, or a rejoinder to a country whose new government had denounced one of his most important novels as racist? Was it just another example of the “white flight” that has sent hundreds of thousands of generally affluent South Africans to other Anglophone countries since the end of apartheid? Or was it a tacit acknowledgment that Coetzee had exhausted his South African material, that the next chapter in the country’s history was the rise of the black middle class, and what did an old resistance writer, with his aloof, middle-aged white narrators, know about that?"
Well, hard luck to South Africa and congratulations to Australia, one has gained a nobel-winner and the other has lost one.
Taslima Nasrin the embattled author has been under attack from Muslim fundamentalists, and she talked of separating the church and religion, as if it can ever be done in India. Can’t she see that religion is what bankrolls the political process of the religious extremists? The politicians are sleeping the “sleep of reason” mentioned above and the monsters are at play. People who haven’t read a word of her work whip up a frenzy over some offending lines in her book. If they don’t like what she writes then why don’t they stop reading her books, and stop trying to take this country back into the first century?
Narendra Modi may have caused the deaths of thousands in the genocide attempted in Gujarat, if the Tehelka expose is true; however, thumbing his nose at his detractors he is soon set to come back to power. Here again reason has gone to sleep and the monster has been awakened. Imagine a Modi, high on the adrenaline of success, focusing his eyes on the next big position in his ambitious campaign – the Prime Minister-ship.
Meanwhile Nandigram and Singur continue to fester and here again the sleep of reason has brought forth the monsters. I recently read an essay by Ramchandra Gandhi, governor of West Bengal, where these two towns are situated. He said that one of the defining characteristics of modern India is the way the markets have been manipulated to create new needs where none existed before, say the need to look fairer, and the need to dislocate people to put up giant economic zones. I guess this is also a “bringing forth” of monsters that devour our mental faculties and disturb our perception of ourselves.
Can we perceive ourselves as a nation of fair people? How can we when a big majority of our people are dark skinned? Skin lightening creams are f*****g up the minds of girls in Kerala. Here also, I guess, the sleep of reason has brought forth monsters. “Fair and Lovely” is the substance of which mythologies and folklore are made of in Kerala. I watched a Malayalam play recently which mentioned the skin cream, and there are queues outside medical and retails shops when fresh supplies of “Fairandlovely” (pronounced as one word) arrive. People use the word in everyday conversation such as: “Why don’t you buy your daughter some “Fairandlovely”, see how dark she looks”.
I was in an art gallery to view the paintings of one of India’s foremost painters. (Since Goya inspired the theme of this post, I might as well end with the painter.) The painter, perhaps out of a much-bloated ego, had told an interviewer that he doesn’t like to discuss his painting. Fair enough. I know artists and writers find the job of explaining their paintings tedious, and, well, um, challenging. But what artist is he/she who can't discuss his/her painting? What made me think of the “brining forth of monsters” was a little incident that happened in the gallery. It happened thusly:
An aspiring artist came to the great painter clutching a few photographs of his paintings. The famous one, the one with the shock of frizzy hair, gave one look at the paintings and asked him where he came from. The boy named the place, somewhere in the boondocks, obviously, as the painter scathingly replied:
“Go back there, do some farming, cultivate something, you will be happy.”
Obviously with the sleep of reason the monsters are on the rampage in Indian artland, too. The painter Goya would be satisfied that his observation, hmm, still stands.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
“That man is always on water (meaning alcohol), he defrauded his friends, aioooooh, he never attends church, he is such a dog, have you seen what clothes he wears? No, style statement, he is such a thallipoli (Mallu for a failure).”
I wonder why there’s so much negativity in him. His business failed, and he is surviving on his wife’s income. Guess that would be reason enough to make anyone bitter and turn to gossip as a way to pass time. And this guy thinks checked shirts are formal wear, and is often seen wearing them to office. He is blind to his own faults but tries to magnify the faults of others, and it makes me very uncomfortable to be with him.
I guess people are like that. I am the sort that would keep quiet rather than say anything against someone. I know there must be a lot of gossip circulating about me, but I don’t care. I would rather be immune to it. One thing about gossip is that when you are immune to it, or even, er, um, walk away, it dies. Life is too short, people, thirty, or, forty years can go in a wink.
Oscar Wilde said, “I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited.” Guess that’s the way one should be. Not conceited enough to want to know what others are saying about one.
Then I meet another friend and the talk took a detour to my gossipy friend S.
“Oh, he is such a boring gossip, I can’t stand him,” is what this friend had to say about S. Guess what goes around comes around.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
“We had a railway boycott in Vasai-Virar area.”
I had heard of the boycott from the papers, but didn't think much of it. Can it change anything, hehe, I thought cynically.
“What was it about?”
“The railways haven’t increased the number of trains. They should since there are four tracks now. Daily a lot of people are dying, falling off from trains.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, because of the rush people hang out of compartments, they lose their grip, or are hit by the electric poles. And, tell me, who will care for their families.”
‘Tell me how did it go, this boycott?”
“Ah, yes, we resorted to Gandhigiri, you know, we went back to Gandhian principles of Satyagraha. We squatted on the tracks and persuaded the people not to use the trains, telling them it is for their own sakes, as ‘Munnabhai did in Lage Raho Munnabhai’.”
“Was this Gandhigiri successful?”
“Yes it was a hundred per cent success.”
As far as buzzwords and memes go, Gandhigiri has caught on. I had several issues with Munnabhai MBBS when it won so many awards. I found it unethical in that a thug was being associated with the values that Gandhi had championed. The goon wasn’t shown as having reformed; instead he went about indulging in his “goondagiri.”
But “Lage Raho Munnabhai” had a nice twist. It showed what was called “Gandhigiri” and it seems to have caught on, um, to use a cliché, like wildfire. I hear the word referred to in trains, in restaurants, in theatres, in fact, everywhere. Guess it has transformed itself into a meme of sorts ("a unit of cultural transmission, or a unit of imitation.")
I guess “Gandhigiri” can do a lot to counter the inimical spread of “religious fundamentalism” in the country. I know, I know. Fundamentalism is an ogre that has to be countered, butchered and killed. No, I am not referring to fundamentalism of the Hindutva kind alone; there are fundamentalists in churches also. Don’t believe it, attend a church service, and you will find out.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
"I first sipped beer here,
Got to see some celebrities –
Pearl in an elegant kimono –
And almost famous theatre actors.
It is said superstars dated here,
Sitting on those spare wicker chairs,
Their lives like convoluted-
Hindi film scripts."
And while you are there, do write a comment.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
"Here are some of their experiences which came under collective bylines: On January 14, as soon as she boarded the general compartment of the Chennai ail at 3.30 pm from Kollam (about 70 km from the state capital Thiruvananthapuram), the reporter became the centre of attention. She was the only woman in the compartment and hands began reaching out to her from all directions. While she held on to a seat to balance herself, the passenger seated there decided to push himself back and rest his head on her hands. Those passing by made it a point to finger her, en route. Sensing danger, hurriedly she moved towards the door."
Despite hundred per cent literacy and a lineage of matriarchal families, Kerala, I guess, no better than other states of India. Just recently, a leading politician (a minister, no less, aaarrrrggghhh!) of Kerala was accused of molesting a woman sitting next to him on a flight. The woman complained to the police and the politician had to resign his ministership. Are women safe at all in God's Own Country?
The Indian book publishing industry has been stagnating because it is plagued by the following maladies (I am stating it rather bluntly because my novel hasn't yet been published, and, right now, am not very confident that it will be published, but that's another story):
1. Shortage of good book editors. I mean, not only to edit books, but also to commission books and mandate a writer to do their best. Sonny Mehta of Alfred A Knopf is famous for pursuing lazy authors to finish their works. It is rumoured that he moved in with Douglas Adams in order to make sure he finished his book "So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish."
2. Need to improve quality of Indian books. Open an Indian novel in English and you will find the most atrocious typefaces, blurred text, cheap paper, cramped lines, unmatching start and end lines, even lines in the folio. All nightmarish when compared to the simple elegance of books printed abroad. Moreover, Indian readers have been used to quality Western books and find Indian books lacking.
3. Inability to develop good authors. While Monica Levinsky can write one sensational book, and Shahrukh Khan can write one sensational autobiography, India needs to find and encourage writers who can, at least, author one good book in a year and pay them well for doing that. Well, unfortunately, that has not been the case. Except, perhaps, Shobha De, there hasn't been a prolific author of the Barbara Cartland, Robert Ludlum, John Grisham, Jackie Collins and, for that matter, John Updike variety in India.
4. I know of an author friend who blasted her publisher and publicist for failing to organize a reading for her book before Yuletide, because that's the book-buying peak time. Here you would be lucky if the publisher decides to organize one reading each in the metros, and give some publicity.
Given some good editing, good publicity, and however small an advance, Indian writers can and will produce good books.
However, as Rajat says, stay away from anyone who asks for money, even to read your novel. (I am of the firm view that they should pay you to be entertained by your book. If they aren't, they don't love their jobs, and you will hardly trust a publisher or an agent who doesn't like his/her job.) Well, you have done the hard work and it's time they paid you and not the other way around. In fact, anyone asking for money is suspect. So also is anyone not offering to pay you anything for your efforts. They could entice you with promises of stardom and immortality, but then they don't know what literature or literary effort is all about.
"As if men hadn't suffered enough indignities of late (loss of breadwinner status, declining sperm counts, advertisements targeting erectile dysfunction and hair loss), along comes Susan Faludi, offering soothing words and a lump of sugar. Like a horse whisperer, she feels men's pain and wants to coax them out of the barn, one hoof ahead of the other. She isn't being deliberately patronising - which makes her tender concern all the more shaming. Men are now officially pathetic."
With more men taking to shaving their chests and torsos (see the famous Hritik, Shahrukh, Salman torsos, appearing like unshelled eggs. You mean they don't have a single hair on their chests? Baloney!), wonder if man is becoming more of a eunuch (considered a big insult, calling him that). Had a big fight with son when he said he wants to shave his legs like his friends do. What the muck? I said, "A man who has hair on his body is considered virile and manly. It's an eunuch who would shave his chest."
He wasn't convinced. But I will keep a close watch on my supply of shaving cream, lest he, you know, use them for some unmanly purposes.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
The number published in the papers put the estimated figure at around five-hundred thousand persons. There is an unending stream of them in every station, on the streets, marked by a silence; they only know the reason for. This blogger understands what pressure this would put on the city's services and hope the government has done enough to make the city's guests comfortable.
They trudge with bags on their heads, their sandals dirty, their clothes worn with dirt, gawking at the buildings and at the designer clothes in shops. What struck me immediately was that despite reserving around 49.5 per cent of jobs and seats in professional colleges for the disadvantaged caste in India, a huge percentage of them remain dirt poor.
Let’s go back a bit. The Mandal Commission in its report published in 1980 had estimated that 54 per cent of India’s total population or 3743 different castes and classes, were backward. Therefore, it recommended that the government give an additional reservation of 27 per cent of all governmental jobs, seats in educational institutions and posts in the administration to Scheduled Castes, Scheduled Tribes and Other Backward Castes. Together with the existing 22.5 per cent reservations for SC and ST, respectively this would result in a total reservation of 49.5 per cent.
Despite this great concession, why haven’t they, my brothers and sisters, come forward and ended their poverty by aggressively educating themselves and grabbing what posts are available to them, as they have been rightfully given by the constitution? I think in this case their silence speaks. They have not yet been treated as equals by society. In that case, would the higher castes – who have been stung by the government’s policies – ever give them equal status?
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
The interviews seemed encouraging enough. I was told to give suggestion about this big industrial group’s website, which I did, spending, or rather, wasting a whole day on it. I mailed it to the senior manager who had interviewed me, and waited, and waited. Not even an acknowledgement came. Then I phoned. What happened? He said he will give a call back. And then I waited, and waited, and waited.
Then I understood. I was rejected, and the manager was avoiding telling me this. He was, sort of, um, you know what I mean, you get the point?
Yes, we don’t know how to speak in a professional tone, just a bit impersonal, without any emotion. A management trainer should have been hired to train the staff of the corporation in the basics of business communication. The response in this case would have been, “Mr. Matthew, sorry, our interview panel didn’t select you. Better luck next time,” or something thusly.
But no, they didn’t, and that rankles, and I have started harboring an unwilling grudge against the corporation. And there was this incident that happened in front of me when I had gone for an interview in the sprawling campus of the company (The sort where you would need a vehicle to go from one end to the other, across manicured gardens, fountains and sculptures). Just as I was about to enter the huge glass façade of the company, a company underling was trying to suck up to his boss in a whiny voice thusly:
“Sir, maine aap ko bola tha, sir, sir, maine aap ko usi time bola tha.”
“Kab? Kya bola tha?” This was said with an irritated look at his underling. Apparently something had gone irrevocably wrong. Obviously, the crone’s job was on the line. Such cronyism! God, what have we come to?
And that was all I heard before I went out of earshot. I guess I can’t do that sort of sucking up to people, even bosses. That’s why I have been and will always remain a corporate hired mercenary, and a corporate misfit.
Film director David Cronenberg's first novel, partially set in Toronto, to Nicole Winstanley at Penguin Canada, who wrote him "several months ago to inquire about whether or not he'd consider writing a novel," in a pre-empt, for publication in early 2010, by Andrew Wylie of The Wylie Agency.
Doubleday editor Sarah Rainone's Love Songs For Lost Children, set at a wedding where a group of twenty-somethings, reunited for the first time in years, are forced to live through and live down who they were then, and reveal the secrets that have defined them since, to Carrie Thornton at Three Rivers Press, by Jud Laghi at LJK Literary Management (NA). Film/TV rights are being handled by Shari Smiley at CAA.
Recent Harvard grad, 23-year-old Pakistani writer Ali Sethi's debut novel, set in his native Lahore, the story of a fatherless Pakistani boy being raised in a family of outspoken women, and the guilt he experiences when his fate diverges from that of his closest friend and cousin, whose unconventional behavior brings severe consequences for her, to Megan Lynch at Riverhead, at auction, by Barney Karpfinger at The Karpfinger Agency (US). Rights have also gone to Hamish Hamilton in the UK and Penguin India.
Ivy Pochoda's The Art Of Losing, in which a woman weds a talented magician, whose hands attract stray saltshakers and poker chipsï¿½after one of his tricks goes terribly awry, the newly-wed is left with the question whether things she believes in are real or just another illusion, to Hilary Rubin Teeman of St. Martin's, in a nice deal, by Kim Witherspoon of Inkwell Management (World).
McSweeney's contributor G. Xavier Robillard's Captain Freedom: A Superhero's Quest for Truth, Justice, and The Celebrity He So Richly Deserves, to Carl Lennertz at Harper, for publication in Jan 2009, by Helen Zimmermann at the Helen Zimmermann Literary Agency. firstname.lastname@example.org
Dearest Dorothy series author Charlene Ann Baumbich's Snowglobe Connections series, about a set of mysterious antique snowglobes, each capable of unlocking the desires of the heart, and the Divinely inspired transformations that occur in the people who possess them, to Shannon Hill at WaterBrook Press, in a three-book deal, by Danielle Egan-Miller at Browne & Miller Literary Associates (World English).
Former firearms industry professional Lori Armstrong's Ritual Sacrifices, the first in a new mystery series featuring an Army sniper who has returned home to run her family's South Dakota ranch, to Trish Lande Grader at Touchstone Fireside, in a two-book deal, by Scott Miller at Trident Media Group (NA).
Four books in the new Red Dragon series by bestselling authors Larry Bond and Jim DeFelice, to Bob Gleason at Tor, by Robert Gottlieb at Trident Media Group (NA).
Bridie Clark's novel I Think She's Got It, a modern retelling of Pygmalion, the story of a shy, young Midwesterner who is transformed into a sophisticated socialite by a dashing but arrogant man-about-town who is convinced he can turn anyone -- even the most awkward wallflower -- into this year's "it" girl, to Rob Weisbach at the Weinstein Company, also optioning film and TV rights for the Weinstein Company, for publication in 2009, by Daniel Greenberg at the Levine Greenberg Literary Agency (world).
Children's: Middle grade
Ann Haywood Leal's debut Also Known As Harper, about a girl named after Harper Lee (and her brother, named after Hemingway) whose family is evicted from their house and makes a new home at a run down motel, to Reka Simonsen at Holt, at auction, by Daniel Lazar at Writers House (world).
Children's: Young Adult
Aprilynne Pike's Autumn Wings, a four-book series about an ordinary girl who discovers that she is a faerie sent to guard the gateway to Avalon in the mortal world, and when she is thrust into the midst of a centuries-old battle between faeries and trolls, she's torn between a mortal and a faerie love, as well as her loyalties to both worlds, to Tara Weikum at Harper Children's, in a pre-empt, by Jodi Reamer at Writers House (World English).
John Green and David Levithan's Will Grayson, Will Grayson, about two teens - both named Will Grayson - whose paths cross and lives become intertwined after a chance meeting in a very unexpected place, to Julie Strauss-Gabel at Dutton Children's, by Jodi Reamer at Writers House (world).
Children's librarian Josh Berk's debut Big Deaf Fatty, set in coal mining Pennsylvania and narrated with sardonic humor by a boy who is overweight, deaf, and mute during his first year in mainstream high school, when he begrudgingly solves a murder and uncovers a secret truth about his family history, to Cecile Goyette at Knopf, in a pre-empt, in a two-book deal, by Ted Malawer at Firebrand Literary.
Jane Smiley's daughter, Lucy Silag's debut trilogy Perfectly Paris follows four Americans to Paris for their junior year of high school, where they enjoy their first taste of real freedom until one girl mysteriously disappears, to Lexa Hillyer at Razorbill, by Molly Friedrich at Friedrich Agency.
Monday, December 03, 2007
The film “The World’s Fastest Indian” starring Anthony Hopkins in the title role is about Burt Munro who is a New Zealander who worked on a model of this “Indian” bike to set up numerous land speed records for motorcycles with engines less than 1000cc at the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah in the late 1950s. So “Indian” in this case is a bike, not a flesh and blood desi Indian. Sorry, Milkha Singh-ji, sorry, PT Usha.
Go see the movie now running on Zee Studio. Anthony Hopkins has turned in a very realistic performance, again! I love this actor! By the way I am addicted to Zee Studio which is showing some wonderful films these days. Watch out for their Satyajit Ray series on every Sunday at 3 p.m.
The World's Fastest Indian| Anthony Hopkins|
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Take for example: Jim Morison, John Lennon, Elvis, Jimi Hendrix, etc. I would have very much liked to see these geniuses in their fifties, a little wrinkled, a bit jaded, trying to ape their adrenaline-sloshed selves of youth. Imagine Jim Morison doing his stage antics at age fifty, or, Lennon singing his elegant compositions in a rheumy voice, or Elvis thrusting his arthritic pelvis. Why did they have to go and die of drug overdoses and other obsessions? They disappointed their fans in death!
The bitch goddess success is a vile female indeed. She first makes you pant after her, tongue out, drool oozing out of lip corners, and then she makes love to you to the extremes. So, after she bestows her favors, you are a trembling bundle of nerves, cornered, and unable to satisfy the mistress who makes too many demands.
Sorry, folks, hehe, I got carried away!
I call a woman friend of mine and imagine what I hear on her mobile phone:
“Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body
“And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection”
Oh, God! I am glad I didn’t connect. (Draws sign of the cross!) Guess I would have sounded like a blubbering idiot after that sexy number by Shakira.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
"What we are witnessing today is the alarming rise of the fallacy of the infallible collective. Numerous elite organizations have been swept off their feet by the idea. They are inspired by the rise of the Wikipedia, by the wealth of Google, and by the rush of entrepreneurs to be the most Meta. Government agencies, top corporate planning departments, and major universities have all gotten the bug.
"As a consultant, I used to be asked to test an idea or propose a new one to solve a problem. In the last couple of years I've often been asked to work quite differently. You might find me and the other consultants filling out survey forms or tweaking edits to a collective essay. I'm saying and doing much less than I used to, even though I'm still being paid the same amount. Maybe I shouldn't complain, but the actions of big institutions do matter, and it's time to speak out against the collectivity fad that is upon us. It's not hard to see why the fallacy of collectivism has become so popular in big organizations: If the principle is correct, then individuals should not be required to take on risks or responsibilities. We live in times of tremendous uncertainties coupled with infinite liability phobia, and we must function within institutions that are loyal to no executive...."
That's what I mean. What Lanier refers as collectivism is being implemented in outsourcing units throughout the world. The idea is to farm out work to a collective, with the result that quality and accountability, not to speak of responsibility becomes a casualty. Once the work has been outsourced, the outsourced worker is not loyal to the originator of the outsourcing work. He only works according to the whims of the executive above him, who is motivated only by his own profitability. Go read the article above.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
No longer! In the wired world the Internet is acting on collective information gathering, and publishing online in media such as Wikipedia. Anyone can post/edit an article on Wikipedia as if he'she is an authority on the subject. Gorman quotes Jaron Lanier who called this "digital Maoism," or the communist idea of collectivism. But didn't collectivism fail? It must be recollected that Mao led his peasants to revolution promising them something as revolutionary as Web 2.0, but look how China has turned to capitalism to bale it out of crushing poverty. Excerpts from Gorman's article:
"Expertise and high standards in scholarship and publishing are certainly translatable into the digital age, but there are many obstacles blocking the transition. One chief obstacle is the notion that Jaron Lanier has called “digital Maoism” (in his May 2006 essay of that name on the Edge website). He defines this “new online collectivism” as “nothing less than a resurgence of the idea that the collective is all-wise, that it is desirable to have influence concentrated in a bottleneck that can channel the collective with the most verity and force.” This “wisdom of the crowds” and “hive mind” mentality is a direct assault on the tradition of individualism in scholarship that has been paramount in Western societies at least since the Renaissance and, before then, can be seen in the Church Fathers and the Greek philosophers, among others. Digital Maoism is an unholy brew made up of the digital utopianism that hailed the Internet as the second coming of Haight-Ashbury — everyone’s tripping and it’s all free; pop sociology derived from misreading books such as James Surowiecki’s 2004 The Wisdom of Crowds: Why the Many are Smarter Than the Few and How Collective Wisdom Shapes Business, Economies, Societies, and Nations; a desire to...."
I agree with Gorman that when attempt is made to distill wisdom through the funnel of collectivism - as for example in the Wikipedia - it is difficult to prove the expertise of the person who is writing it, and one doesn't know if one's leg is being pulled. For example Jaron Lanier mentions that his Wikipedia entry identifies him as a film maker though he has made one unsuccessful documentary long ago. As another book argues, the gatekeepers are not the editors at the publishing end of knowledge and wisdom but at the receiving end, i.e., the readers. That's what we are witnessing of late.
Publishing companies are no longer the gate-keepers of what should be published. They are more worried about the business of selling books, rather than looking at the scientific dissemination of organizing learning, knowledge or literature. The onus of doing all the aforementioned now rests with literary agents, who are/were: copyright lawyers, graduate school dropouts, failed writers/editors, and the like. And they have very little time to vett the huge quantities of literature they get because they are running after the few celebrities who are already authors. Get the point? Grumble, mumble! Gorman, I am with you on this!
Digital Maoism| Michael Gorman|
"Various other labels have been introduced into the political sphere from time to time, but they tend only to confuse. Thus, for example, the word “liberal,” which originally arose in English politics and was meant to be the same as “left.” But then the particular ideas that comprised liberalism, such things as personal liberty, free markets, and limited government, came to America and gradually became identified with “right.” Then some people in one party that liked to think of itself as right started shouting “Liberal! Boo!” at people in the other party who were generally thought to be “left.” Now nobody knows what “liberal” means but everybody is quite sure he doesn’t want to be thought one."
In India we are used to labeling the Hindutva brigade as the "Right" and the Communists as "Left" and the Congress as the "Centrist." However, there are major differences in their interpretation in the US, UK, and France. To someone as apolitical as me (I never voted except once or twice), it all sounds like a lot of Greek mumbo-jumbo.
Political Left | Political Right |
Monday, November 26, 2007
Of the fifty odd phrases listed below, five refer to sex (10 per cent isn’t a small figure, which shows people are thinking of sex, um, at least 10 per cent of the time. Yes, if they think about it, they would search for it online, wouldn’t they?). Next in the list is Harry Potter, the boy wizard, and then Naruto, the Japanese cartoon Ninja. The rest are all computer games, rappers, or, WWF. And the whole gamut of writing, reading, criticism, journalism, blogging, reportage and literature doesn’t even find a mention within the top fifty? What a shame!
So what people are looking online are crap and crassness. But I hadn’t imagined in my wildest dreams that the results would be so depraved.
1. Main Page
3. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows [Such adulation for a practitioner of the occult?]
4. Naruto [comic book hero: Manga Comics]
5. Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock [computer game]
6. Wikipedia [of course!]
8. Deaths in 2007
9. Heroes [TV series]
10. Transformers (film) [science fiction film]
11. Halo 3 [computer game]
12. Harry Potter [again?]
13. Vanessa Anne Hudgens [actress]
14. Luciano Pavarotti [opera singer who died]
15. Hypertext Transfer Protocol
16. Bleach (manga) [comics again?]
17. List of sex positions [sex obsession!]
18. Sex [why below sex positions?]
19. 50 Cent [rap singer]
20. World War II
21. World Wrestling Entertainment [stage-managed wrestling]
24. Akatsuki (Naruto) [comic book character]
26. Adolf Hitler [Man who killed 6 million people to satisfy his ego]
7. Britney Spears [saw her on Jay Leno Show. Absolutely brain dead!]
28. Kanye West [rapper]
29. Masturbation [uh oh!]
31. The Simpsons [cartoon character, again?]
32. WWE SmackDown vs. Raw 2008 [stage managed wrestling]
33. Sexual intercourse [sex obsession, redux]
34. Graduation (album)
35. Family Guy [television series]
37. PlayStation 3 [computer game]
39. MySpace [social networking]
41. Xbox 360 [game]
43. Zac Efron [American actor]
44. Anal sex [just before
46. List of Naruto: Shippūden episodes
47. List of Naruto characters
48. World Wrestling Entertainment roster
50. Curtis (50 Cent album)
51. List of Konoha ninja
52. Lil Wayne [rapper]
53. Eminem [rapper, singer and songwriter]
54. World War I
Hat tips: Amit Varma of Indiauncut.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Exactly the same feeling came over me when I visited
Sterling cinema is now a multiplex. The Café Noor where I used to enjoy my biryanis houses the Café Coffee Day outlet. Opposite it, Empire Restaurant is now a big Mac complete with Ronnie seated leg over leg. Sterling is where I whetted my appetite for movies right from the Beatles and Elvis movies in morning shows of the seventies, to the horror (Omen, Exorcist) and musical movies (how can I forget: Flash Dance, Grease, My Fair Lady, Sound of Music) of the eighties. The steps of
One restaurant has not changed, and I like it for it. Its survival is legendary, the sort of South Indian zeal that made Udupi hotels a rage in
Thursday, November 22, 2007
On previous occasions their exchanges had revealed that he was from Uttar Pradesh, and he was a farmer too. Twice every year he would go to his village to look after his crop.
“Bhai-saab Make it majbooth, so that it will last me a life time,” Raman said to the cobbler.
“Yes I will.”
Go here to read "The Cobbler" on my Short Story Blog.
I concede with head bowed and a diffident smirk that the “ass” is the most abused word in the world. In English I don’t know any insults except the following:
Nice Ass (which is praise not an insult)
But Hindi is a more potent language for insults and invective, and the following are some of the profanities that come to mind:
Gand masti – mischief
Gand ungli – to do "gand ungli" means to disrupt something, or throw a spanner in the works
Gand fati – to be afraid of something
Gand pe lath – to be rejected by some one, especially a girl
Gand mein lxxx – too profane for this blog
Gandu – too profane for this blog
Gand mein charbi – to be rash and take too many risks
Gand mein keeda – same as above
I know there are more, which I am not aware of. Do leave a comment. In fact, any and every insult in Hindi begins and ends with Gand (no pun intended).
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Came across this interesting discussion on longbets, recently, which made me sit up and take note (ulterior motive: I like trumpeting about the virtues of blogging). Dave Winer observed that in a Google search of five keywords or phrases representing the top five news stories of 2007, blogs written by rank amateur writers ranked higher than the stories written by paid journalists of the New York Times' Web site. Ahem, this is a common problem I face. When there’s an interesting story about which I want to do some research, I get more blogs in my search results than the biggies – the Times, and the Expresses.
The reason is obvious enough. Though the biggies have websites written by professional journalists, they are badly search engine optimized with the result that their stories may appear on page five to which I never bother to web surf. They frown when told that their website has to be optimized with meta tags and keywords. They say, to some effect: “Yeeeeeaaaahh, you know who we are? People know that we are number one. And they will definitely come.”
No, people don’t know that you are number one. No, really, they don’t visit because you are number one. In fact, they don’t even know who is number one because they may be searching the net from
Dave Winer’s argument:
“As with personal computing, the early days of Web publishing belonged to the hobbyists, reveling that it worked at all. But the Web is maturing, the tools are getting easy, as the understanding of the technology has become widespread. Serious professional journalists use the new tools, moonlighting, publishing the news they don't or can't sell to the big publications who employ them.
“At the same time, we're returning to what I call amateur journalism, people writing for the public for the love of writing, without any expectation of financial compensation. This process is fed by the changing economics of the publishing industry which is employing fewer reporters, editors and writers. But the Web has taught us to expect more information, not less, and that's the sea-change that the NY Times and other big publications face -- how to remain relevant in the face of a population that can do for themselves what the BigPubs won't.”
Here’s the counter argument by New York Times’ Nisenholtz:
“Readers need a source of information that is unbiased, accurate, and coherent. New organizations like the Times can provide that far more consistently than private parties can. Besides, the blog phenomenon does not represent anything fundamentally new in the news media: The New York Times has been publishing individual points of view on the Op Ed page for 100 years. In any case, nytimes.com and blogs are not mutually exclusive. We would like to extend our ability to act as a host for all sorts-of opinions, and blog technology might well be useful in doing so. After all, in countries whose citizens don't enjoy First Amendment protection, blogs are run by people who'd be considered professional journalists in the
Who won? In the public voting, Dave Winer won! Yaaaaayyyy!
You can read the entire discussion and the voting pattern on longbets.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I think Aaaj Tak should stop calling Sanjay Dutt, Sanjay-baba. Yes, they did the offensive thing yesterday, that too, in the news. Editors of Aaaj Tak pliss to note: Baba is an affectionate form of address, used in Bombay and thereabouts for a small child, which term is said out of affection. No way am I going to accept him as a Baba, anymore. No offense, Sanjay, considering I like you as an actor and you and I are almost of the same age, and nobody calls me Baba. Editor-saab, he is well past the age of being called baba, in fact, Shahid Kapoor who is the baby of the brat pack isn’t called baba, then why should Sanjay be, please explain.
Sanjay is a convicted felon and a father of a grown up girl. All of which would place him squarely, I think, out of the purview of baba-dom. हैं न? So why this mollycoddling? I would give more credit to electronic channels if they refrained from being too personal with the people about whom they report. Whatever happened to objectivity in journalism?
Sanjay Dutt | Aaj Tak |
Sunday, November 18, 2007
While covert attacks by the goons of governing parties have always existed, these attacks seem blatant and lacking in scruples. I think immediate action has to be taken to gauge the depth of the government’s involvement in these two cases of state sponsored terrorism. We are not yet a fascist state to condone such attacks. The methods used by these two governments are unethical and a threat to any civil society. Therefore only a detailed enquiry into these incidents by an impartial judge of the Supreme Court under the guidance of the union Law Ministry can flush out the people behind these incidents. Inquiries conducted by local officials, me thinks, have not been very effective.
While there is enough evidence through Tehelka’s sting operation on the complicity of the Gujarat government of Narendra Modi, Buddhadev Bhattacharya has openly defended his men’s violent actions in this statement in this NDTV article:
''I stick to that. Some people are trying to project that the violence was started by CPI-M workers. Last 11 months, the Bhoomi Uchched Pratirodh Committee, the Trinamool Congress and the Maoists were creating violence with arms. And last two-three days, CPI-M workers had paid them back in their own coin.''
While on the subject of terror, and, lest I forget, Gujarat, I wonder why India doesn’t have a witness protection program like in the US. The US has a Witness Protection Program through which witnesses in crucial cases against powerful people are given assistance, and aid and settled in separate localities in the country to prevent vendetta killings by the people against whom they have testified.
(Babu Bajrangi caught on candid camera. Courtesy: Tehelka)
The many retractions of statements by Zahira in the Best Bakery case and, recently, the retraction by a main accused in the gruesome Nithari killings may obviously originate from the use of intimidation by the powerful people behind these atrocities. If the witnesses were given protection under a “Witness Protection Program” and assured of financial help in settling in a different part of India, they would have come forward to testify the truth in court.
Something worth pondering, huh?
Nandigram |Gujarat atrocity |Witness Protection Program |
Friday, November 16, 2007
Many are the hours I and my friend Saswata Deb would spend outside RK Studio, Chembur. Babua, as I would call Saswata, nurtured dreams of stardom and, I was quite amused to learn that the purpose of hanging around the studio was to see if he would be picked up by some director, he was quite okay looking too! High hopes, but that was the stuff that teenage dreams are made of. Now Babua has abandoned his dreams of stardom and runs a successful coaching class in Chembur. Again, I can’t avoid the irony if it all, as I was the one who had coached Babua in chemistry and physics, at one time. Well, life is strange, especially when one looks back at it from the great distance of age.
I digress, apologies. Now when Anil’s daughter Sonam and Rishi’s son Ranbir (they are actually cousins) were paired in Saawariya, my heart went out to them as I am a big fan of all three parents – Rishi, Anil and Neetu. I haven’t gotten around to seeing Sawariya, but I will. Expect me to review it in my reviews blog.
Saawariya | Bollywood | Anil Kapoor | Rishi Kapoor |
"For our lands we walk this Marathon,
While you run Marathons for fun,
We live in a country, bereft of water,
You flush it daily down the gutter."
The rest of the poem appears on writer-poet-blogger John P Matthew's poetry blog. Do visit.
"It felt like something out of a movie. I was in a car on the way home - it was fifteen minutes to midnight. There wasn’t a soul on the street and the only sounds you could hear were the rain beating down on the streets, the noise of the wind, and the car’s engine. It was pitch black too - every home, apartment, and building as far as the eye could see had no electricity. Then - all of a sudden - a blinding bright light and a roar erupts right next to the car - just outside of my side of the car. My window then gets showered in glowing sparks. I wasn’t in any danger - it was just a transformer exploding. But, for the first time in this whole time in Bangladesh - I was scared… I’m writing this on my battery’s laptop power. The glow of the screen is the only thing that is lighting up this room. Now, this isn’t the first time there’s been a blackout - but this time it’s different. This isn’t the first time its rained - but this it’s different. It’s different because, this time it’s caused by Cyclone Sidr."
Read the full account on the blog. It's touching!
Cyclone Sidr |
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The Bombay-based Citizens for Peace has issued a statement on Nandigram condemning the government of West Bengal, which, obviously has acted in haste, and in a loathsome manner (Statement on Nandigram). Excerpts:
"Citizens for Peace demands that the Government of West Bengal immediately act against CPM cadres who surrounded Nandigram and are refusing to allow the press and others to enter, who have assaulted local villagers in the area, who openly flaunt their weapons. We urge the National Human Rights Commission to investigate and report on the human rights abuses in Nandigram. And we appeal to all sides for sanity and dialogue, so that all that’s at stake in Nandigram, and by extension in the country, can be debated and resolved."
Guess Narendra Modi and Buddhadev Bhattacharya have a lot in common. They both have unleashed state sponsored terrorism on the people they govern. This is what Buddhadev said in a recent statement (quote courtesy Harini Calamur's Blog):
"”I stick to that. Some people are trying to project that the violence was started by CPI-M workers. Last 11 months, the Bhoomi Uchched Pratirodh Committee, the Trinamool Congress and the Maoists were creating violence with arms. And last two-three days, CPI-M workers had paid them back in their own coin."
Nandigram Controversy |
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Everywhere I turn there’s the specter of consumerism that is threatening to devour. What I find irritating is programs that show ads multiple times on television. Market pundits say that consumerism and the advertising that goes with it have lowered the price of goods and have made goods and services available to people, such as me. But I beg to be differing, only. It may have lowered the price of mobile phones but it hasn’t lowered the price of the service that should come with it – my mobile phone bill comes with a lot of add-ons I don’t remember having asked them to add-on in the first place.
To all advocates of consumerism (whoever said “Advertising reduces prices of products”) I will say this: services that are a part of consumerism is still very expensive in that there is no service available in some, oops, most cases. Low cost airlines may fly you to Kerala for Rs 3000 but there is no seat numbers, no food, and no cute lady to give you a boarding card. A tetra pack of a fruit juice costs Rs 20. The cheapness factor comes from cutting away a service that we were used to. No, I am not deploring the lack of cheerfulness on the faces of the airhostesses; poor things are, after all, paid a pittance compared to the call center employees. And look at the airport taxes, that’s a service tax and it burns a big hole in my pocket.
Sports and entertainment are two areas where a lot of money is being spent. Again successful sportsmen and film stars endorse products, with a view to sales, and with the adjunct of further boosting consumerism. If it continues this way a time may come when living will become unaffordable for the retired and the jobless.
And they have the guts to say “Advertising reduces prices of products.” What? Do those product/brand ambassadors (pretty Preity is endorsing Godrej Boyce) and long-legged models come cheap?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Meanwhile, I found something that illustrates rather appropriately the writer's state of mind. Meanwhile, this blog has, unbeknownst to me, crossed the 15,000 visitor mark, and it's ranking on Alexa has also gone up to 681,593, which is based on Google rankings.
Writer | writing |
Monday, November 12, 2007
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So, fair maidens, not to speak of fairer mademoiselles, do visit this blog and cast a sidelong glance at this poor blogger for your glowing skin (when you get it), will you?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Tomorrow there would be channels that would feature only news about what happened in the Virani family in their prime time news slots and even discussion panels about the saas-bahu happenings in that family. Cynical, yes, that’s what I am by nature.
That reminds me of the only time I was to appear on television, on a formal program, I mean. Yes, I thought, this is my finest hour. A literary group of which I am a member was being showcased on CNN IBN and we were all told to report for a shooting of a program where we will all read our stories, poems, articles, etc. So I dressed in my best Fab India churidar kurta, even taking the day off. The shooting took many hours with close-ups, long shots, individual takes of the writers.
I told everyone, I mean everyone, that I was being featured in a CNN IBN interview the following Friday, and even that day I took half day’s leave to sit before the television. Meanwhile, friends and colleagues also were fired up by the news of my television appearance and were glued to CNN IBN for hours to watch the program.
And then the big come down, let down, whatever. After so many, many hours we had wasted on preparing for shooting that program, and keeping a watch for its appearance on television, the program was dumped by the producer. That’s as close as I came to making a television appearance. These days I wonder how Shekhar Suman, Siddhu-paji, and Shahrukh Khan (he is giving interviews left, right, centre, up and down for Om Shanti Om) must be making these unending appearances on television.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
A beggar came and sat outside our building crying plaintively for food. In fact, so persistent was she that several people came out and gave her something to eat just to get rid of her. Yesterday, we went to a mall where there was a huge mascot in the form of an elephant, and two clowns walking, nay, dancing on stilts. It was funny seeing them, and I imagined how hot it must have been inside the dress they wore.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Indian Techie Spends Fifty Days in Jail for No Fault of His. Is Information Technology Act 2000 Draconian?
The weight of the news sank in quite slowly. If the police don’t know the details of the basic technology, then it could be you or, even me. Then they should have cross checked the IP address before making the mistake of arresting the wrong person. To dismiss this as inevitable is to put at risk the very future of online connectivity and online communities in India.
But then what seems to be a draconian law (full text of the Information Technology Act 2000 is here) , one that gives the police rights to check on people and computers without a warrant. In the above case the investigators didn’t even check Lakshman’s computer. Evidence was gathered from the IP address given by the telecom carrier Bharti Airtel. It is a known fact that even IP addresses can be fudged, or, even proxies can be used by really smart techies to prevent their identities being known. According to the Act subsequently the police have to file a complaint with the Cyber Appellate Tribunal (CAT). The case will be decided by an adjudicating officer within six months from the date of appeal. What about Habeas Corpus Act and granting of bail to the offenders.
A major part of the above Act (which is based on the Model Law on Electronic Commerce passed by the United Nations) deals with electronic signatures and the violations of the conditions governing electronic signatures. Fact is that none of the companies/banks that conduct online business in India has yet implemented electronic signature interface so far. Reason? The public doesn’t trust any contractual obligation entered online, much less electronic signatures. Banks want you to take a print of a pdf document and sign it and mail to them. If the basic interface of online contracts and documentation is not accepted by the public, then what is the point in drafting the above Act in such a hurry and giving sweeping powers to the police?
Requires some deeper introspection from the government’s part, or, so I think.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
It’s Diwali tomorrow and all my female colleagues are wearing saris, with a lot of jewelry, which makes them look exotic and nice. Diwali for my international readers is the festival of lights. When the Hindu God Ram returned after his victory over Ravan, he was welcomed by his subjects by lighting millions of small wicker lamps, a sign of their joy.
Diwali is big in north
I am off to three days of holidays, and a bit of rest and recuperation. HAPPY DIWALI!