Monday, September 10, 2012

Arvind and the Wall


"....but the first guy through the wall. It always gets bloody, always. “

That’s a quote from the movie Moneyball. What it means is, whenever there is someone who is out to change the game, out to make a systemic change to how things are done, he will get clobbered. The dialogue goes further to say,

“It's the threat and not just to the way of doing business, in their minds it's threatening the game. But really what it's threatening is, is their livelihoods, it's threatening their jobs, it's threatening the way that they do things. And every time that happens, whether it's the government or a way of doing business or whatever it is, the people that are holding the reins have their hands on the switch.”

There are people who are holding the reins, they are part of the wall, the system. They will oppose any crusader coming to tear down the wall, they will bet that he is crazy. And if you think about the societal wall, the endemic system in our country, you would think its the politicians that hold the rein. But think for a while, why are we leaving out the media? Every scam is a TRP fest is it not? Wouldn’t it be a blow to their livelihood if scams stop? So lets add media to the list. Bureaucrats are on it too, because they might complain, but they profit from it just the same. The intellectuals profit as they have something to discuss on panels. The industry definitely profits, bribes are easier and cheaper than taxes. And by extension of industry, the workforce profits too. I mean, I am paid a salary that I wouldn’t pay myself in my wildest dreams, for a degree that, I agree I worked hard for, but I haven’t even bothered looking at it once since I got it a year back. Funny thing is, I am not even in the higher bracket of salaries that people of my kind get paid. Hell, I am no socialist, I am not advocating pay cuts. We may not be a part of the system, or a part of the wall, but we are surely sitting on it and enjoying ourselves slyly.

What I am trying to say is that, the bricks in the very wall that someone like Arvind Kejriwal is trying to break down, will without doubt tell themselves he is crazy. And spread the word too. They will mock his decision to enter politics. But that is what HE thinks will give him the tools. Will he succeed in bringing the wall down? Hell no. I have no doubts he will fail miserably. The lokpal bill will become a political issue and get blown by the wayside. If anything I think the ruling party are laughing themselves silly over it. All he will end up doing is divide the anti-congress vote further and ensure that they win the seats. Although, he might win a seat or two. 

The first guy through the wall always gets bloody, and many times he may not even get through. But once the wall is dented, once people see that it is coming down, there will be another guy inspired enough to chip away at that dent. Then another and another.  What if the one seat Kejriwal’s party wins is against someone like Digvijay Singh, or Kapil Sibal, or any of the DMK posse. Hell, the way corruption and criminality has penetrated our political class, any victory to his party will be welcome. All he needs to do is inspire more Kejriwal’s. After all we started with one Anna and now have Kejriwal, Bedi, Sisodiya, Bhushan and a handful of others. I see around me, people of my generation changing their attitude towards the system. There are indicators all around us. We may not all join active politics, but more people are appearing for civil services, more people are reluctant to go abroad for work, even someone who refuses to pay a bribe for not wearing a helmet and insists on paying the fine and receiving a receipt is doing something that was unheard of in the previous generation. It may take years for these efforts to fructify into something tangible. I don’t know how many, five, ten, twenty, or maybe even more. But the key is to remember not to condemn the man trying to break down the wall you are sitting on.

The first guy through the wall always gets bloody.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

But Sometimes Life....

Lately I've been thinking about life.
How our dreams seem wild and impossible,
when we wake up astounded and bewildered.
But sometimes life is even more unfathomable.

For life, as it unfolds, is like a dream,
dreamed by someone else, chaotic but fair.
We might try to anticipate the next turn,
but sometimes life will catch us unawares.

An exercise in futility it is for sure.
And when things don't turn out our way, we cry and rage .
We try to bind our lives in the shackles of destiny.
But sometimes life is too valuable to be kept in a cage.

They all say take life as it comes.
But I won't say that, it's not always true.
Sometimes you can just sit back and hope.
But sometimes you have to force your way through.

Monday, June 4, 2012

20-Something...and optimistic


Being in your 20’s in India is tough. For several reasons, perhaps too many to enlist in one article, but there’s nothing like having a good whine about it after spending a sleepless night because there was no electricity. The electricity bill for our two bedroom rented apartment, where two people live amounted to a whopping 16,000 rupees for 2 months. That, after 2 hours of daily power cuts, a minimum of 8 hours everyday when no one is at home, and the supply voltage so low during peak hours that none of the appliances work. All this with the hottest summer in five years. I know, I know, everyone is going, ‘Oh what a cry baby, there’s people getting killed, doctors mal-practising, and what not, just watch Amir’s show’. This brings me to the next part of my lament. Television. At this age, I’ve done my studying, I’ve found my calling, or rather stumbled upon it while getting shoved around in The Herd, and when I get home after work, I want to switch on the TV and be entertained. What do I get? Arnab Goswami demanding ‘answers on the behalf of the nation’. I click the remote and there’s Barkha asking Shah Rukh Khan not to be a role model and not to shirk from controversy. After bawling her eyes out and apologizing to everyone in her profession, merely a year back, she’s back in form. So SRK will do good to take her advice. The other anchors are screaming their heads off talking about some Team...Anna or Kolkata, I don’t know, and some Baba...Ramdev or Rahul, I don’t care. I mean, yeah ok, I do care about all that stuff and I carry out my bit of ‘social responsibility’, but I have worked hard enough to have earnt a few hours of entertainment. If I haven’t, my parents’ life of toil should have.

There are no sports on because Neo Sports has the rights to every half-decent sporting event, and I wouldn’t watch that channel even if I had shelled out the extra 100 bucks to subscribe to it. My high speed internet isn’t working because of some technical problems, and I can’t download movies (illegally ofcourse, what’s the point of being in India if I have to buy DVD’s) because the courts have banned the websites. Meanwhile, the internet data recharge I got on my prepaid phone has mysteriously expired before the due date and my phone balance is somehow down to 45 bucks. That’s not sooo bad is it? Well no, except for when I try to call anybody, there’s a highpitched voice telling me that my balance is low....in Tamil. She then informs me the same in English. I could step outside and go for a drive, but after the fuel price hike, recreational burning of petrol is even more indecent than skipping Satyamev Jayate on Sundays.

So I am left to sit there, in the flickering tubelight, sweaty and smelly, (haven’t bathed, no water supply today), wondering whether my parents spent their lives, making sure I was able to spend my youth, giving exams and interviews, for this? Things better start looking up around here, and soon. And as my cynical, whiny, cranky, rant slowly subsides, I kind of start thinking that things will be better. Electricity is back, I call in sick for the day, I make myself tea from milk from a tetrapack carton, I find a hack to access a torrent website once the internet is back up, I recharge my phone online and call the electricity board helpline to lodge a complaint which is received quite surprisingly in a helpful and assuring manner. I am sure none of that happened to my dad when he was 20-something and optimistic.