About me A bachelor living in Delhi, a city he loves and loathes, documents his experiences on this page. He is erratic, opinionated and lazy, loves his women, wine and song - what more do you need to know?
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Monday, April 19
If there is one thing I like about the Americans, it is their presidential system of government.
Just to help you revisit your civics, in a parliamentary system, the legislature (the Parliament) chooses the head of the government and all the ministers have to be a part of the legislature. So, the executive is a subset of the legislature. In a presidential system, the head of government is elected directly by the people. Thereafter he chooses the rest of the executive who, while being accountable to the Congress, need not be part of it.
India's constitution makers chose the British model most likely because all of them were infatuated by the working of the British Parliament. What they forgot was the fact that Britain had a two-party system which led to proper checks and balances as well as to a high level of stability.
Along with the concept of multi-party democracy, the parliamentary system of government has created the political mess we are in. We are a huge democracy, both in size and numbers, and we have huge regional variations. Each region has its unique issues and there cannot be any truly national agenda.
As a result, last few elections have thrown up a fractured mandate which leaves no alternative to a coalition. Now, a coalition may appear to be an innocuous concept but it further dilutes the agendas of all constituent parties. So, what you got promised and what you voted on may not even figure in the (laughable term) Common Minimum Program.
One would be hard put to point out key identifying differences in the policies of specific political parties.
In the US, once they vote in Dubya, even though he is a moron, they know that he is accountable to the people. He has a free hand (alas!) and so he deserves all the kudos as well as all the brickbats. In India, even though the elected reps choose a Vajpayee or a Sonia (God forbid!), he or she will not have any power to effect desired change.
What we need is a Presidential system. We should elect lawmakers whose job it is to legislate and we should elect the Prime Minister whose job it is to govern. We should leave it to the PM to handpick the experts from various fields to run the various departments, with full accountability to the Parliament.
This is the only way India can move on the path of change we so need to tread.
Posted at 4/19/2004 9:29:09 pm by Ranjan
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Reflections in the marble flooring...
I went house-hunting today.
The first one was a 'prestigious' project from a 'reputed' company. They would give possession of the flat next year. I cannot wait for that long. I need one where I can move in next month.
The next was an inhabited project with lots of airy open spaces. It's in Greater Noida, about 25 kms from Delhi, a 15 minutes drive on the truly world-class expressway.
When the guide ushered me into the flat, I was awed. Not just by the construction but by the sheer power an empty space confined within solid walls can exude.
It suddenly came to me: houses are so much like women. I felt the place was beckoning me, just like a young woman who has waiting all her life for her lover.
When you look at a new flat, at first its just the walls, the marble on the floor, the slabs on the kitchen top, the squeaky clean seat on the commode. But when you start walking around with a little love, the place opens up a new world. There is so much she has to offer. You want to caress the smooth finish, whisper sweet nothings in the corners, make wild, wild love to the space that lets you in as much as you want and then some more.
There is so much excitement when the door is opened for the first time, the liquid apprehension of finding out what lies inside, the relief when you like what you see, and then the total delirium after you have seen it all and stand back, exhausted.
I guess this goes on for a while before this affair ebbs. Case in point: my current home. It has everything one could possibly need, but it is shabbily maintained, has a coat of dust that no one cares to wipe off anymore, does not welcome me passionately any longer. I just live there. Nothing more.
Is there a lesson for us in here?
Posted at 4/19/2004 12:22:04 am by Ranjan
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Friday, April 16
Have been meaning to post a lot of things... they are all there crowding my head... but been just too busy with work...
Will post this sunday... thanks to those who have been dropping by...
Posted at 4/16/2004 5:24:26 pm by Ranjan
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Sunday, April 11
I got some good insight into my behaviour recently in the form of some "positive feedback" (an euphemism for criticism). Apparently I have a knack for rubbing people the wrong way, and I offend the sensibilities of many sensible people.
True I have very strong opinions on several issues and I voice those opinions frequently. I don't know where this comes from but I just enjoy stimulating discussions. I can't imagine a relationship where I just HAVE TO AGREE on everything with the other person.
People have different backgrounds and different experiences, and what we are is the sum total of what we have gone through. For me its important to know what others think of and to let them know what I think of. This is the kind of social intercourse that challenges me and (I think) makes me evolve.
In the process if I offend someone, tough luck.
Posted at 4/11/2004 12:31:46 pm by Ranjan
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Friday, April 2
The exclamation marks in the title are not typos. They signify the wonder and amazement that a typical tourist to India experiences.
Being in Delhi, one gets to see a lot of tourists on the streets, in the restaurants, at the hot spots. They come in all shapes, sizes and nationalities. Whenever I see one, and I have some idle time, I enjoy trying to guess things about them: Where do they come from? What would be their social status? Are they more likely to visit/ have visited the Taj Mahal, the Kumbh or the Himalayas? Things like that.
First, there are the business visitors. They are the easiest. They are in their suits even at the height of summer, and their shoes shine more than their Ray-Bans. They are most likely to be flanked by their Indian counterparts who would be gesticulating wildly everytime the visitor sees something 'exotic'.
Then come the hookers. They are easy too, once you have got an eye for such things. They are most likely to be from the former USSR countries, carry a small bright handbag and have brightly painted nails, and well-scrubbed faces. They move either alone or in pairs, closely and not-so-discreetly followed by their pimps. One thing needs to be said about them: they are almost the only 'tourists' who turn out nicely at all times of the day.
There is another category that has become more and more visible. They are the young-students-on-a- karma-break. They invariably wear glasses, big watches and if you look hard enough, their weary bags or dirty trousers will reveal some designer label. They move in bunches, usually an equal number of guys and girls, and they sometimes can be seen taking notes. [I have hardly ever see this category take photographs.] Many of these kids come from Ivy League colleges and are on their term breaks.
The Delhi-Agra-Jaipur circuit also gets a lot of middle class family tourists. You know them from the cute children in tow. This type is on a shoestring budget and looks for value-for-money. They can be spotted at the McDonald's outlets, Dilli Haat, Janpath and at all the sites. You will find them fiercely negotiating every purchase and will never find them at fancy restaurants. They are the ones with the cameras and go *click* *click* everytime they spot someone with a 5 inches plus moustache. They also are the ones with the Lonely Planet guides.
Then there is the well-heeled at-home tourist. This person is more likely to be a woman and she is either a person of Indian origin or has visited India before in her spiritual quest. This category is the most bindaas. They know exactly what they are looking for, and also where they will find it. They mostly wear cotton salwar-kameez for women and kurtas for men. They will sometimes pause and talk to shopkeepers but they will almost never ask for directions. Because they know.
A significant portion of inbound tourism to India comprises of the new-age hippies. You know one from the lungi, dirty yellow sleeveless vests and the kurtis worn without a bra. The last sign also leads to loads of crotch-grabbing taxi-drivers ogling at them. But these guys don't care. After all, they are supposed to be hippies, remember? You will also see them perennially on the lookout for cheap opium or marijuana, and in the company of rowdy roadside vendors.
When I was child, I wanted to be a tourist guide. That desire has not died yet. Specially with crimes against visitors going up, I still have that massive urge to start a group that will assist tourists. Some day. Maybe soon.
Posted at 4/2/2004 2:47:15 pm by Ranjan
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Monday, March 29
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
We were watching the fourth one-dayer between India and Pakistan over dinner at a friend's place (lets call her X) when I first saw this ad. The product was Fair and Lovely, and they showed a girl who had the potential to be a commentator, being given a tube of the fairness cream by her sister, which transforms her, makes her fairer, gives her confidence, and leads to her being chosen for her dream job.
Y, another friend, was furious. She asked, "Did you see THAT? How can they show such a thing?" I found nothing wrong with the ad and I asked, "What?" "How can they reinforce the prejudices inherent in our society?" X joined her and so did the other guests. Now, both X and Y are very attractive and very articulate young women with thinking heads and I kept my trap shut, especially because all the other guests were vehement in their criticism of the ad. Over time, the topic shifted and I thought this was the last I had heard on the issue
I was wrong.
By some quirk of coincidence, NDTV chose this topic for Barkha Dutt's usually tepid and pseudo-intellectual programme "We the people" and both X and Y happened to be among the invitees! I was constrained to watch the programme over my favourite "The Kumars at No. 42" where they were having Art Malik over.
I was taken aback by what I saw and heard. Apparently the society is biased towards fair people and the dark-skinned are treated as second-class and this ad reinforced the bias and the pre-dominantly female educated audience found it extremely objectionable. They indignantly claimed that the message being sent led to low self-esteem among the dark girls. I thought it was a joke, but it wasn't.
We all are made of various components, some of them being our genes, our family, our upbringing, our education, our attitudes, our outlook, our appearance, our sense of humour and our maturity. On different occasions, different components get precedence and other aspects of our personality take a back seat.
Ask yourself these questions:
1. While looking for a doctor to treat your mother, which parameter will you give precedence to?
2. While looking for a teacher for your little son, what will you evaluate the candidates on?
3. While looking for a gymnast, what would make you choose?
4. While looking for a partner, which qualities will you look for?
Most people will agree on competence in a doctor, care in a teacher, flexibility in a gymnast and understanding in a partner, but they will go ahead and choose the partner primarily on their looks/ appearance/ personality.
I know. Because 'ordinary' guys like me don't stand a chance (in most cases!) over well-built, handsome, good-looking guys, even if we have fancy degrees and solid pedigree. Even the pets we choose, are chosen based on How cuuuute ! Maybe for marriage (which is a much complicated relationship) we would go for more than one parameter but for going out we choose the person mainly on looks.
And I see nothing wrong in it.
I was not born to rich parents (and remember, I had absolutely no choice in the matter) so I suffered on a few counts, but they made up through good upbringing and hard work. I am not too tall (again, mostly beyond my control) but I try and make up through wearing the right clothes etc.
Dark-skinned people have a choice. Either they enhance other aspects of their personality (attitudes, temperament, culture etc.) so as to make their skin tone a secondary parameter; or they try and enhance their skin tone through make-up or products like the one advertised. Simple.
Ads are meant to generate desire. They have to show that a man using Gillette gets petted more, or the one with a bike gets the gorgeous babe, or the one with the perfect body can get his women to jump into bed oftener.
If an ad makes you lower your self-esteem, the problem is not with the ad, but with you.
Posted at 3/29/2004 12:58:34 pm by Ranjan
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Saturday, March 27
Everyday on my way to office, I cross the Purana Quila redlight and usually have to stop there for a minute or so. There is this young boy who does his routine of tapping the windows of each and every car and begging. His standard line is Ek rupaya de do saheb roti khani hai (Give me a rupee so I can eat bread). Some days he hides his right hand inside his shirt in a way that you would think he is maimed, on Saturdays he carries a small pot with incense signifying the offering to Shani dev.
I have seen this guy at the same junction for over 2 years now.
When I first came to Delhi and saw the huge number of beggars, I was horrified. I was very sympathetic (Poor chap, poor woman, poor kid...). I used to make sure I gave some money to each one. After all, I thought, someone who is degrading themselves through begging deserves to be given alms.
But then, living in Delhi, one quickly figures out the scam behind these beggars. One begins to notice the same person lurking around the same spot everyday and saying the same thing Meri beti bimar hai (My daughter is sick) to the same people. One's eyes start to follow them after the light turns green, and one sees that the old man who could barely walk the previous minute sprints to safety across the road and one does not miss the gutkha dripping down the supposedly unfed faces.
The issue of beggars is very complicated. On one hand is the humanitarian aspect of the right to a good life, on the other is the propensity of these beggars to breed more, leading to more and more, younger and younger beggars on our roads. On one hand is the question of whether to give as the person maybe genuinely needy, on the other is the maxim "give a man a fish, he eats for a meal...".
There are several NGOs that run homes for rehabilitating begging children. I am told a substantial majority of these kids run away, back to their dhandha. Then there are these stories, mostly apocryphal, of beggars who died and left behind their considerable fortunes.
So, what does one do? I have decided that I will not give any alms ever again. I will contribute Rs. 1000 per month to an NGO that works for street-children. Any ideas on a good and dependable NGO?
Posted at 3/27/2004 11:34:20 am by Ranjan
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Friday, March 26
Just saw the promo for a new programme on NDTV. Bright kids questioning politicians on their policies and actions.
Guess what they call it? SMALL TALK!
How often do you hear this phrase? Should I sue them? ;)
Posted at 3/26/2004 10:46:48 pm by Ranjan
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Thursday, March 18
The Vande Mataram controversy
Its events like this that get my goat everytime. A stupid Islamic cleric says India's national song Vande Mataram is un-Islamic and orders a fatwah excommunicating those who sang it. And no party has the balls to stand up and ask the idiot to back off.
Its election time in India and the so-called 'secular' politicians are scared to take a stand against the incident fearing a muslim backlash. Do they really think that a majority of muslims would rise in support of the misguided mullah? Where are we living: middle age Arabia? Or Talibanised Afghanistan?
There have been a few responses from some muslims and they have said two things:
1. The Agra cleric has no right to issue the fatwah. Only the Darul-uloom, Deoband, (UP) and All India Muslim Personal Law Board have the right.
2. Vande Mataram is a salute to the land and a Muslim only salutes the Allah and none else.
Lets take a close look at the song in question: ( courtesy Freeindia)
vande maataraM
sujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaM
sasyashyaamalaaM maataraM ||
shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM
pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM
suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM
sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM ||
It was composed by Bankim Chandra Chatterjee, set to tune by Rabindranath Tagore and translated by Sri Aurobindo as follows:
Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.
Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.
What is un-Islamic here? What kind of 'hidden' Hindu agenda does it bring forth? Does the country not come before religion, anyways?
Its high time Muslims stood up and got counted. They can't allow some stray morons like this cleric get away with things that demean the concept of Indian nationhood, and encourage those who brand the whole community as un-Indian.
Those who fail to respect the country, its symbols and tradition should be expelled from our shores. Be they muslims or hindus or of any other community.
Posted at 3/18/2004 12:12:36 am by Ranjan
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Wednesday, March 17
Discipline... and how I am screwing up
Priya has this post about rules, who makes them, and how they affect us as humans. After reading this, I can make some sense of the general chaos I have found my life to be in lately.
My day (typically, with some variations) looks something like this:
Wake up at 7.30 when the maid rings the bell, drink a glass of warm water with honey and lemon juice followed by a small pot of leaf tea; read the papers while she finishes work at around 8.15; get ready for office and drive out by 9; reach office, check mail and start on the countless cups of generally syrupy tea; have a series of meetings, some in my office, some outside; eat whatever I can get between 1.30 and 3; chat some with colleagues close to me; have a round of fried stuff (pakoda, chat-papri or some such) at 4.30; finish some more work by 7.30 or so; go out for a drink with colleagues (at least once a week, generally twice) or friends (again, at least once a week, generally twice!); reach home by 10, watch Friends on Zee English, have some MTR packed food if I feel like, sleep by midnight.
Is it any surprise that I feel so screwed up?
Ever since my sister left, I have been living alone and this has taken a toll on my self-discipline. I reckon somewhere inside me I do not feel accountable to anyone, not even to myself. I have become ever more rash than I was before and have changed in many ways like:
1. I am not reading much. In fact I have not begun a book in the last 4 weeks.
2. I am not listening to good music. Barring last saturday, I have not been to a concert in the last 5 weeks.
3. I am not exercising at all.
4. I have become even lazier than I always was... which is saying a lot!
5. I have not kept in touch with my dear friends, except for an occasional drink.
6. I am being so harsh on my body, keeping it starved till lunch and feeding it all junk thereafter.
I need to change.
Posted at 3/17/2004 6:05:05 pm by Ranjan
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