Indian Profane League

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The emperor has no clothes and everybody is naked in the Turkish bath. The events that have transpired in the week gone by, have clearly prove that this whole business of IPL is corrupted to the core. The mind simply reels by the extent to which all norms and ethics have been thrown to the wind in order to make a quick buck. If the involvement of the players in the spot fixing was not bad enough, it turns out that one of the owners of the most coveted franchise has been caught with his hands in the till. Rather than being remorseful about the whole thing, look what is happening. The men who matter in this cosy club called the BCCI, they are closing rank on the one hand to protect their damaged reputation, but they are also using this opportunity to manoeuver themselves in an advantageous position in this power game. It doesn’t matter that most of the people who genuinely love the game feel cheated and betrayed. What really matters to them is that this gravy train of theirs continues on its onward journey. The one important question to be asked is why are the so called ‘’objective voices’’ silent in all this, these influential commentators like Gavaskar, Shastri, Manjerekar and Bhogle have all colluded in this conspiracy of silence. They are never critical of the IPL, it’s as if they exist in an alternate world where everything is as pure as driven snow in so far as the IPL is concerned. They and many others like them have been gagged with wads of currency notes, so why would they bite the hand that feed them. Like the mafia does, the ex-players have either been co-opted or bought over. In this hopeless situation, we the powerless can do nothing but despair. The least we can do is let’s turn our back completely on the IPL and also boycott tonight’s final.  

Mother pious

So, last Sunday was mother’s day when we are supposed to show our love and gratitude for our mothers for making all kinds of sacrifices in order to bring us up in this big bad world so that we can become a balanced human beings. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for doing our bit for our mothers for it is not a joke to rear a child and see him through to maturity. I think we have become too much of a sucker for tokenism in our rush to compete with the western world to take this opportunity to look into the issue of the average Indian male’s mother fixation from cradle to the grave forget about just one day in the year. Being a mama’s boy is a proud badge of honour in this country and its manifestation is in every walk of an average man’s life, from the choice of his hairdo to the kind of life partner he will end up with to the type of job he should hold and a lot of other stuff without even realizing how this emasculation of his individual self will hinder him to have an independent existence. Healthy respect for your mother is absolutely fine, but I have known some people who shall remain nameless, whose obsession with their mother has really messed up their heads so much that they can’t be relied upon to have a meaningful relationship with the opposite sex that is outside and independent of the maternal orbit. The point I am trying to make is that let us all have love and respect for our mothers but let’s not fall for this tokenism in this country that will contribute to the prototype of the stereotype.  

The allure of Babudom

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A few days ago, the results of the civil services exams were out and it was quite interesting but not surprising that so many boys and girls from north India found themselves in the top half of the merit list. It got me thinking what could be the reason, the underlying motive if you will, for such a large number of aspirants from this part of the country who slog day in and day out for this shot at the pinnacle of achievement in the context of Indian society where a great store is set by your ability to exercise power and influence over peoples lives. At one level you can’t help admire the determination and bloody mindedness of these men and women  most of whom come from small towns and villages of this vast and poor country, who attend so many mushrooming coaching classes in faraway places like Delhi and other major cities at a great hardship living in one room tenement and dealing with Shylocks in the form of landlords who would milk them dry. If they succeed, they would go on to become part of the so called steel frame, the power elite the very Bramhins of the establishment.

Make no mistake, it is still the most impactful way to make a difference in the lives of the ordinary people if you have joined the Indian bureaucracy because you are the main interface between the elected government and the people. This gives you tremendous authority to wield power and curry favours with your political bosses which in turn will lead to your personal enhancement of every kind. The men and women who go for a career in civil services have at some point in their lives seen the power dynamics first hand due to the fact that the tentacles of the Indian state reach every aspect of their lives in some way or the other (this could be a topic for another day ). So even though they  become the top officers of the government with a lot of idealism, soon the cynicism gives way and they are co-opted into the system and get aboard the gravy train and start employing the same method that they themselves resented when they were mere citizens and not aligned to the powers that be. And that is the nub; this aphrodisiac of power and pelf to lord over their subjects in a feudal society like ours. So what if these young men and women lead their stultifying working life in some remote outpost of the country. There will always be the wife in big city to indulge in endless shopping, a son who would get into an Ivy league university with plenty of resources to finance it not to mention a daughter who will be able to snag a good match in the marriage market because the father can easily pay off whatever amount of dowry is needed. When they peer into the telescope of the future, this I suspect is the vision they see in the harsh glare of reality and not the kind of utopia which they saw with their Rose tinted glasses when they were sweating it out in not too distant past in a corner of Mukherjee Nagar in New Delhi. 

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So are we seeing the first casualty of the grotesque execution of Afzal Guru in the form of Sarabjit Singh who was brutally assaulted by the inmates of the prison in Pakistan where he was on the death row for terrorist act committed in that country. It always seemed on the cards when the news reports started filtering in that a lot of people were baying for his blood in a kind of tit for tat reaction to Afzal’s execution even though Afzal was not a Pakistani citizen. But the whole point is that when the Indian government is trying to get one of its own to come back home from a Pakistani prison after that man has been given death sentence, it is downright insensitive to hang somebody who hails from Kashmir with all its attendant history and bad blood with Pakistan not to mention the unfairness of the act. When I heard of the unfortunate man’s death in coma, I thought about the incident yesterday when the Supreme Court hear in India commuted the death sentence of a terror accused to life imprisonment on the ground that the President took too long to decide on the mercy petition of the convict. I just wondered couldn’t the court have shown the same consideration to Afzal Guru? Then maybe we would have a sort of bargaining chip with the Pakistanis for an exchange of a goodwill gesture where Afzal is not hanged and Sarabjit’s sentence is also commuted to life. But sadly, that opportunity has been blown by our govt on this side engendering a reaction by a blood thirsty mob on the other side. What a crying shame!