tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75962085964004536562024-03-13T04:54:46.396+05:30Random MusingsPriya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-63841532107209678902022-09-14T09:11:00.004+05:302022-09-14T09:11:23.257+05:30Be ilm <p> #poetatheart </p><p><br /></p><p>Be ilm bhi hum log hain ghaflat bhi hai taari</p><p>Afsos ke andhe bhi hain aur so bhi rahe hain</p><p><br /></p><p>( Akbar Allahabadi) </p><p><br /></p><p>Bereft of learning are we, and cocooned in indifference </p><p>Sightless are we , alas, and afflicted by somnolence </p><p><br /></p><p>( Translation: Priya VKS )</p><p>14/09/2022</p>Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-51087211663576991772022-09-11T10:35:00.005+05:302022-09-12T16:13:17.544+05:30Kabhi hum khoobsoorat they <p>#poetatheart </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCc598IcWpT9x8QGgPy7AuKEfBu224Xz4brhYOXrtgVbvqRpQfOm9XN703wHkiLv8iGCxc9Sy1t-UJar9X3JodGw7vVSfvOKbqnwW4PxUtbuaW4vs4FyYJsPERJuL97Qg7RNuNscVa3JTDl3Faj84ksVvQvlXWP2CXpkaeMFhObYoKLGOc3MnEFl9/s1217/unnamed.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1217" data-original-width="828" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCc598IcWpT9x8QGgPy7AuKEfBu224Xz4brhYOXrtgVbvqRpQfOm9XN703wHkiLv8iGCxc9Sy1t-UJar9X3JodGw7vVSfvOKbqnwW4PxUtbuaW4vs4FyYJsPERJuL97Qg7RNuNscVa3JTDl3Faj84ksVvQvlXWP2CXpkaeMFhObYoKLGOc3MnEFl9/w230-h278/unnamed.jpeg" width="230" /></a></div><br /><p>kabhī ham ḳhūb-sūrat the </p><p>kitāboñ meñ basī </p><p>ḳhushbū kī sūrat </p><p>saañs sākin thī </p><p>bahut se an-kahe lafzoñ se </p><p>tasvīreñ banāte the </p><p>parindoñ ke paroñ par nazm likh kar </p><p>duur kī jhīloñ meñ basne vaale </p><p>logoñ ko sunāte the </p><p>jo ham se duur the </p><p>lekin hamāre paas rahte the </p><p><br /></p><p>na.e din kī masāfat </p><p>jab kiran ke saath </p><p>āñgan meñ utartī thī </p><p>to ham kahte the </p><p>ammī titliyoñ ke par </p><p>bahut hī ḳhūb-sūrat haiñ </p><p>hameñ māthe pe bosā do </p><p>ki ham ko titliyoñ ke </p><p>jugnuoñ ke des jaanā hai </p><p>hameñ rañgoñ ke jugnū </p><p>raushnī kī titliyāñ āvāz detī haiñ </p><p>na.e din kī masāfat </p><p>rañg meñ Duubī havā ke saath </p><p>khiḌkī se bulātī hai </p><p>hameñ māthe pe bosā do </p><p>hameñ māthe pe bosā do</p><p><br /></p><p>( Ahmed Shamim ) </p><p><br /></p><p>in her loving gaze, we were beautiful</p><p>like the fragrance that settles inside books , </p><p>tranquility resided in our breath </p><p>we painted pictures with words never said, </p><p>and the verses we wrote perched </p><p>on the wings of birds that flew to far off lands, across the lakes, </p><p>where lived those who were close to the heart, though distant.</p><p><br /></p><p>At dawn, when a new day , riding the rays of the sun, would descend </p><p>into the courtyard , we would say , Ma, are the wings of butterflies not beautiful </p><p>Bless us, Ma, with a kiss on the forehead, for we must venture </p><p>into the land of butterflies and glow worms </p><p>--- they beckon, with hues incandescent </p><p><br /></p><p>As the new day would descend , bathed in color, the breeze would </p><p>summon us through the window </p><p><br /></p><p>And we would say, said , Ma, bless us, with a kiss on the forehead</p><p><br /></p><p>( translation : Priya VKS )</p><p>11/09/2022</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-36871051535650717602022-09-09T16:56:00.001+05:302022-09-09T16:56:10.266+05:30Theft of the Commons <blockquote style="border: none; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="542" data-original-width="785" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV8GL042O5Ri6SFe9kHsxJqazoIB_eL6M3NjHYiuKGpZehcKh3vBHkZ7P_BWncFaDpkAH5GlX_y-HvI8W2Z33KUra1OSKHAImTcXKG0uhOLl0AVUKlGfxiAMvaFcqNA_5J8E7sX_D7ezlIOO7qf4LnoznbbfE3825lUW0_opGS7jkyTNOA-Ji0Ixdz/w201-h163/Water.jpeg" width="201" /></a></div></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Last night, as I watched the television drama , Foyle's War, the realisation struck me with great force that human greed has ensured that the theft of the commons continues unabated, notwithstanding the widening and deepening of liberal democracy. The episode I was watching is set in post World War II England. War has devastated parts of the country and an enormous program to reconstruct infrastructure, funded by the State but driven by private enterprise, has been undertaken. In a small town, this has taken the shape of a corporate entity, appropriately addressed by several denizens of the town as " profiteer" , is trying to sell the dream of a new town centre. It will be studded with shops and offices and will have new homes on both sides of the new roads leading to the town centre. Since the project will subsume an enormous parcel of common greens, some residents are up in arms. Why can the damaged homes not be repaired/rebuilt ? Do we need new shops when most of us do not earn enough to make purchases there ? Do we even need the ware that will be displayed in these shops ? Where will cattle graze when the common greens vanish ? Where will our children play ? Where will our dogs chase butterflies and race after sheep ? Where will we spread our blankets on a balmy day and savour home made food packed in picnic baskets ? The " profiteer" has no answer to these and similar questions. He only keeps repeating mindlessly, Don't you want progress ? Isn't that what we fought the war for ? Isn't that why our young men sacrificed their lives ? </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happily, this particular commons eludes the grasp of those who only see " profits" where we see rolling lands, meadows, natural water bodies, ancient trees, and a multitude of flora and fauna. Unhappily for most of us, the battle has been lost time and again in independent India. Commons , including water bodies, have been sold to land "developers". Sky high towers with basement parking, glittering facades and manicured lawns have sprung up in their stead. Sometimes, these parcels of land , including "reclaimed" land, are dotted with row houses, vaingloriously described as villas. How will rain water flow and where it will collect if the natural slope and paths that water followed are built over and the water bodies filled up ? The town planning authorities elect to not answer the question because they are in cahoots with the developers aka profiteers. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Perhaps if it were mandatory to place the layouts of all large, planned residential complexes in the public sphere, people with domain knowledge would be able to point out such gaps and the developer and administration would be compelled to make appropriate changes. It is mostly a fond hope rather than a realistic outcome, of course, but sometimes activists and conscientious citizens do manage to steer projects in the right direction. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">More importantly, we need to continuously talk more about this aspect of the " progress" that gives the Indian middle class its luxurious homes. As a member of that class, I plead guilty to having given no thought to the environmental impact of the residential complex that I moved into more than 15 years ago. It was only several years later, when I had woken up to issues such as rural distress, internal displacement, forest rights etc that largely go unreported in the print media and tv news, that I realised that most ongoing residential and commercial projects in India's major cities are being pushed through with an eye on the enormous profits and the " benefits" flowing to the political class and the bureaucracy, with no regard for the long term impact on our soil and water resources. This was the time when someone shared with me a comprehensive study that CSE ( Centre for Science & Environment ) had carried out in Gurgaon. They had identified scores of natural bodies that had either been filled up and built over or were choked with construction debris or whose catchment area had been completely concretised with 20 storey high buildings. Shockingly enough, no one in the district administration was inclined to even accept a copy of the report. They had obviously no interest whatsoever in taking any remedial action, as recommended in the report. For a few weeks, I tried my best to get the report at least formally accepted by the administration. I failed miserably, and often wonder whether it ever made any headway. The only good that came out of the entire experience was that I became aware of an issue that I had hitherto been completely ignorant of. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There is no guarantee whatsoever that prospective buyers will pause , if made aware via noise in the mass media and /or social media , that their dream home stands where once the expanse of a water body performed a critical function or where trees, scores, even a hundred years old, abounded, or which was rich in wild life and in an avian population . The possibility can not, however, be ruled out. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">If we care at all about the legacy we are leaving behind for our children and their children, we must do what we can to take back the commons. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">As 17th century English folk poem says: </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">" <i>The law locks up the man or woman</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Who steals the goose off the common</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>But leaves the greater villain loose</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Who steals the common from the goose</i>." </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We must not let the "greater villains" get away with the theft of the commons. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-60715764217053334062022-09-08T12:08:00.005+05:302022-09-08T12:08:58.979+05:30Consequence <p> peḌ ke kāTne vāloñ ko ye mālūm to thā </p><p>jism jal jā.eñge jab sar pe na saaya hogā </p><p><br /></p><p>( Kaifi Azmi ) </p><p><br /></p><p>those who slashed the trees were not unaware </p><p>bereft of shade, earth will be scorched , when bare</p><p><br /></p><p>( translation: Priya VKS )</p><p>8/9/2022</p>Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-86995475512121140262022-09-04T10:16:00.002+05:302022-09-04T10:16:20.777+05:30Rehnumaa <p> रहनुमाओं की अदाओं पे फिदा है दुनिया</p><p>इस बहकती हुई दुनिया को संभालो यारो</p><p>Dushyant </p><p><br /></p><p>get them back on their feet, they totter</p><p>in the intoxicating artifices of their wily leader</p><p>( translation : Priya VKS 4/9/22) </p>Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-24791088830981355012022-09-01T22:32:00.004+05:302022-09-01T22:40:29.192+05:30Har ghar tiranga <div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoL0p34x8T4IR2lVKvuu925cufqdwpwUiBw4nxFzrFlSArKWFuG1cIW3g3oY3mAm694kWkDoDsiWoTjxqIMdLtkCqoXZ1Je563pWZzByx2k2YJYnCDuEfKzIf-vQa0AbGfLRTaaJOgoRKKntbgLP273C68iSgH51vyp5p0-uC5e2FUbEUyFwmScPB/s297/tiranga.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="170" data-original-width="297" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoL0p34x8T4IR2lVKvuu925cufqdwpwUiBw4nxFzrFlSArKWFuG1cIW3g3oY3mAm694kWkDoDsiWoTjxqIMdLtkCqoXZ1Je563pWZzByx2k2YJYnCDuEfKzIf-vQa0AbGfLRTaaJOgoRKKntbgLP273C68iSgH51vyp5p0-uC5e2FUbEUyFwmScPB/w253-h170/tiranga.jpeg" width="253" /></a></div><br />As a people , we were no less patriotic when we did not fly the tiranga outside our homes . No one wore their patriotism on their sleeve . No one needed to proclaim in loud, sometimes strident, sometimes aggressive, sometimes truculent tones that one is a patriot . No one needed to be asked whether they loved their motherland. We all did, and we were secure in the knowledge that our compatriots did too. What has changed now ? Why have we become insecure ? </div><div><br /></div><div>Or is the Har Ghar Tiranga ( and similar spectacles) a manifestation of the contemporary phenomenon of everyone proclaiming their love for their parents, children, spouses, friends, teachers, co workers and , of course, the nation , on social media, as if it needed to be publicly said or to be publicly applauded and validated . </div><div><br /></div><div>I have been guilty of it myself, sharing on Facebook the poems I wrote on my sons' birthdays or my husband's. I can advance the defence that the posts were meant to be read only by my family and friends who were also my FB friends. I did not have a wide audience. Also, what I was sharing was not so much the sentiment as the artistic endeavour ---- the poem that I had so enjoyed writing because the words gushed forth, of their own, requiring little or no effort to be strung together. </div><div><br /></div><div>But it is a weak defence. I can not deny that I enjoyed the compliments, whether they were directed at the poem or at the photographs that I shared along with the poem. Possibly, that is why I chose social media to tell my children and my husband of my love for them. It was more about me than it was about the love that was proclaimed or its object. </div><div><br /></div><div>Such public proclamations aren't needed, are they ? </div><div><br /></div><div>We need only tell those whom we love that we love them. The whole world need not be told. More importantly, we most often speak to the people we love through our actions. We wake up early to cook them their favourite breakfasts or hold their hand when they stand at the edge of the road, too scared to cross. We Google reference material for them when an assignment deadline looms large and the work is incomplete, and we accompany them for health check ups. We lovingly listen to the story that has been related a dozen times before, and we brace ourselves without visibly wincing when they choose to play loud music. We let them bring street dogs home , and we uncomplainingly get out of bed at 2 am to make tea because they have to stay up all night, preparing for the exam the next day. We laugh at their jokes, we weep when they suffer, we wipe their tears and sometimes lend them a shoulder to cry on. That's how they know they are loved. </div><div><br /></div><div>The many ways in which we can speak to our motherland of our love are as numerous as they are simple. </div><div><br /></div><div>Every street, every neighbourhood has its share of potholes, non functioning street lights, blocked storm drains, barren soil, plastic heaps, stray cows and dogs, wrongly parked vehicles and road side vendors. Demand from the municipal authorities that they fix the potholes. Agitate for functioning street lights. Get the storm water drains cleared. Do you see the depleted soil in the road medians ? Get together with a few friends and neighbours, begin adding compost that slowly strengthens the soil. Compost your kitchen waste. If you lack space, ask your RWA to set up a community compost plant. Segregate plastic and paper and ensure that it enters the recycling chain. Stop throwing plastic sachets and wrappers and single use bags on the roadside. Are the trees on the verge getting suffocated by concrete ? Ask the district forest department to get them de concretised. Stop parking your cars outside designates parking areas. Stop honking the horn. Why are you always in such a mad rush ? Leave for school/college/office 15 minutes earlier. Better still, demand public transport. </div><div><br /></div><div>We depend upon road side vendors for fruits and vegetables, flowers and corn on cob. The makeshift tailoring arrangement is where we get clothes altered/repaired. The mochi is where we get shoes and bags and jackets repaired. talk to them. Get to know of the harassment they face at the hands of multiple government agencies. Help them earn their livelihoods with dignity. </div><div><br /></div><div>Does your domestic help have medical insurance ? Can they be helped to subscribe to a pension scheme ? </div><div><br /></div><div>The dhobi may have set up his makeshift table beneath a tree. Does he not suffer when the summer sun is unbearably hot or the winter winds are biting cold ? Help him make a better arrangement. </div><div><br /></div><div>This isn't even a millionth part of the long, long, perhaps unending , list of the actions that speak of our love for our motherland. </div><div><br /></div><div>Why would we elect instead to fly crores of tirangas, most of which , being plastic, will end up in garbage heaps and landfills and pollute our soil and water ? Perhaps this is the least inconvenient option, asking for very little effort, and with the advantage of letting us post Instagram selfies and garnering appreciative comments from others like us. It achieves little, though much noise is made. The shreds of guilt that we may feel for leading self centred lives and never expanding the circle of our concern to include the wider community drown in the din, and we happily get on with our lives, enveloped in the soft glow of social media approval. </div><div><br /></div><div> *****</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-81701481310929537432016-11-22T14:25:00.003+05:302016-11-22T14:25:43.336+05:30Farmers matter <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One reads about the plight of farmers and turns a blind eye to it. One hears about their suffering and chooses to pay no attention. One takes no action whatsoever —-minor or significant —to ameliorate their suffering. One does not even spare a fleeting thought for the farmer ‘s misery when one sits down at a food laden table or throws away a half eaten pizza. One decides that one is dealing with enough stress living a fast paced metropolitan life to bother about farmers’ issues, and in any case, one is doing one’s bit by talking about corruption and planting trees and composting organic waste at home and volunteering money or time to schools for under privileged children etc etc.</div>
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Or one does talk about farm policy —— perhaps in social media —— and refers to the need to rapidly industrialize so that farmers can make the transition from being impoverished, monsoon and subsidy dependent “entities” to those integrated in the industrialized economy. One does not delve into the question whether such integration is indeed possible for the huge numbers of small and marginal farmers and farm labour that we are grappling with. One does not look at the statistics which reveal that our so called growth story is all about GDP growth, and bereft of growth in employment opportunities. Or the statistics which say that the job opportunities have arisen only in the unorganised, services sector so that when a distressed farmer migrates to a city, he finds a job only as a construction site worker or a security guard or a delivery boy, with no safeguards regarding conditions or benefits of work. One forgets that when a farmer migrates, he leaves his family behind, and lives a lonely and loveless life. If he brings his family along, they struggle to survive in an alien environment , are over whelmed by an entirely different culture which makes them feel small and under values their traditional knowledge and skills and mocks at their values. One forgets that migration in large numbers invariably results in a very material loss to the culture, dialect and way of life that perhaps had been sustained by agriculture for centuries, including loss of crop and animal varieties, traditional remedies for illnesses, folk lore, stories and ballads passed down through oral tradition etc.</div>
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What does the Chief Minister envisage? A helpline that an impoverished farmer will call when a sudden hailstorm destroys his crops? A letter to Deepika Padukone when strong winds lay flat a crop ready to harvest ? A text message when the money lender knocks at his door? A Facebook post when he can no longer feed his family or educate his children? A tweet when the monetary compensation that the government had promised fails to arrive or is such a paltry sum as to make him despair? And Deepika Padukone will graciously give some Zen like answers, soothe frayed nerves, make the problem momentarily disappear so that the farmer forgets that he is in dire financial straits and postpones death by suicide to another day ?</div>
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If this is the manner in which the political establishment is treating our annadaata, do you not agree that it is time that we, the privileged middle class, took up cudgels on behalf of our beleaguered brethren? Is it not time that we educated ourselves as to what ails Indian agriculture and what the solutions are? Is it not time that we succumbed to a twinge of conscience when we sit down thrice a day at tables heavy with nutritious, life giving food that has been grown, perhaps, at the cost of someone’s life?</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is there any less freedom of expression today than there was, say, a year ago? Is there more pressure to conform to a cultural “norm” dictated by some ? Is there greater danger attached to speaking one’s mind regardless of whether or not what one says is acceptable to the “monitors”?</span></div>
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When I first began to write blogposts and Facebook status critical of the government policy or laws or programs or particular Ministers or the bureaucracy, I was warned by many well wishers that I could run afoul of the Conduct Rules and could face disciplinary action for such outspokenness. Let the government try, was my quick response. I write in my capacity as a citizen of India, not as a government employee. The government cannot snatch the fundamental right of freedom of expression, guaranteed by the Constitution, by citing the Conduct Rules which apply only when I express an opinion in my capacity as a government employee. Any other interpretation of the Conduct Rules would mean that effectively speaking, crores of government employees do not enjoy a very basic fundamental right. I was convinced that my interpretation of the Conduct Rules was right and determined that I would go to the court, if I needed to, and seek clarification. I still am confident that the Conduct Rules are not intended to deprive government employees of their fundamental right of freedom of expression , but I am far less certain today whether the only consequence of outspokenness I will face is initiation of disciplinary proceedings. Could it be a mob outside my home? Could it be someone who decides that I ought to be punished by waylaying my son? I live in a secure, upscale neighbourhood —–and yet, I confess that I am a little scared.</div>
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Why should I speak of a mob alone, as if the illiterate, or the impoverished, or the dis empowered alone are snatching at the opportunity to assert superiority and crush dissent ? Even my educated friends and colleagues have decided in large numbers that we must re discover and re live the past and if in order to do so, certain communities must face suppression then so they must. Humanity as a notion, brotherhood, universal peace, tolerance —– these seem to be fast becoming out dated notions, to be replaced by an aggressive and strident tone: we WERE the best culture there ever was, we ARE the best culture there is, so fall in line or else. It is discomfiting, to say the least —–but still, a far cry from the actual threat to one’s life and property that many in this nation are today facing if they disagree with this line of thinking.</div>
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In the nearly two months that I have been back in office, I am growing more and more convinced that my calling lies elsewhere and that I cannot waste the remaining productive years of my life pushing files and attending futile meetings. It seems almost certain that I will seek voluntary retirement and devote my time and resources to actual nation building. That near-decision has made me even more circumspect in my speech because the procedure of quitting the government can be painless or long drawn out and infinitely painful, as the government pleases —– and so I must , I sub consciously feel, please the government till the procedural requirements are wrapped up. I had not entertained that anxiety a couple of years ago when the government’s obduracy in not processing my application for leave had made me seriously consider the option of voluntary retirement.</div>
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Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-16704258579469829392016-11-22T14:21:00.001+05:302016-11-22T14:22:20.354+05:30The Poverty of Hearts <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">About a fortnight ago, I read a Facebook status about an initiative by a group of Gurgaon residents to launch in Gurgaon what they called a </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/foodbankin/?pnref=story.unseen-section" style="font-size: x-large;">Food Bank</a><span style="font-size: large;"> —- a place where home made meals pledged by residents would be collected and then distributed to slum children on a daily basis.</span></div>
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Gurgaon is , by any standard, an extremely affluent city, but in the midst of all the affluence are pockets of heart rending poverty —-urban slums that house those who have migrated from villages in search of a livelihood and have found employment as construction site workers, household help, gardeners, security guards, trash collectors, rickshaw pullers etc. They live in tiny spaces, and do not have access to either safe drinking water or proper sanitation facilities. Many of them get to eat just one proper meal a day, one, because they cannot afford to spend more on food ( they have to send money back home ) and two, because their long hours of work and cramped living spaces mean that they do not have the time or the inclination to cook. The children of such migrant workers sometimes attend NGO run schools ( government schools are non existent or non functional) but are mostly to be seen either whiling away their time in slums or begging on the roadside. These children, deprived as they are of safe drinking water, proper sanitation facilities, education, and nutritious food are an integral part of our nation’s future. If they are not educated/skilled and healthy, does the nation’s future not look bleak? Or do we imagine that the nation will be run by the handful of children who graduate from IITs and IIMs and land jobs in MNCs? Will they even know what the real issues are that confront the large part of our population? Equally important, when a large majority of children are neither well fed nor schooled, do we expect them to have any sense of belongingness or pride in the nation? Can we look to them for the task of nation building when we have let them down so badly as to keep them deprived of the very necessities of a dignified life? Are they not vulnerable to taking up lives of crime ? Is that the kind of urban reality we wish to create where affluence is constantly threatened by anomic crime?</div>
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I am not privy to the thinking which went into the food bank initiative, but i was happy to read about it and to immediately pledge at least two freshly prepared meals every day. With a great deal of enthusiasm, I shared details of the initiative on Facebook —–on my page, and in groups ( some of which have members running into 1000s). I wrote to the group e mail id of the plush neighbourhood where I live and where none of the 1000 odd families has less than two cars per familyand many are billionaires many times over.</div>
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<a href="http://www.indiaresists.com/the-poverty-of-hearts/">The Poverty of Hearts</a></div>
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Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-23448732725008914312016-11-03T20:19:00.002+05:302016-11-03T20:31:59.124+05:30Delhi NCR haze: action is good, informed action is better<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Most of us discussing and debating the subject are not experts. We do not know for certain what is responsible for this deadly haze. Is it vehicular pollution? The huge amounts of fire crackers burst during Diwali week ? The noxious practice of burning waste ? Burning of crop stubble? All of these? </div>
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As citizens, we should demand answers from the innumerable bodies whose job it is to have the answers. Pollution is not a recent phenomenon. In the decades that we have tried to minimise, prevent and tackle pollution, government agencies must have collected mountains of data on the different sources of air pollution. They must also have a fair idea of the solutions, and their relative costs and benefits. Why then is the government silent? Why does it not tell us what the magnitude and contours of the problem are. The battle cannot succeed unless we know the monster we are battling. Does the monster eat animals or grass? Are there certain times of the year that the monster hibernates? Is it easier to render him harmless then ? Or does the monster never stop , so that our attack has to be relentless and ceaseless? </div>
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Perhaps the government remains silent because a well informed citizen is much more likely to demand accountability than an ignorant citizen. If you knew, for example, that the contribution of vehicular pollution to the haze Delhi NCR finds itself enveloped in is many, many times more than that of Diwali fire crackers, would you not focus on demanding mass transport? As matters rest, we do not know, and therefore we lurch from one cause to another, and can never quite gain the momentum to make the government provide long term solutions.</div>
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The burning of crop stubble, for example, is something that we only complain about as urban dwellers. What is crop stubble? Why do farmers burn it? Is there no other economical method for removing the crop stubble ? If we suffer adverse health consequences even at a distance, do the village communities not suffer as well? If they do, why do they not switch to another method ? When I tried to find out the answers to these questions, I got the following reply from farm policy analyst, Devinder Sharma:</div>
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Armed with this information, I and others like me can ask the government why it does not create an environment conducive to the replication of the Fazilka model in other districts of Punjab and Haryana where crop stubble is being burnt. In this manner, urban dwellers can cease to look at farmers as either ignorant or callous, and the two can become partners in tackling pollution. Such partnerships are not what make governments happy. When groups/communities bridge their differences and find common ground, they are more difficult to fool, more difficult to divide, less amenable to being passive vote banks. </div>
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Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-47499827445423832722016-11-03T13:32:00.001+05:302016-11-03T13:34:26.070+05:30rule of law and staged encounters <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We are a country ruled by law. The law says that persons accused of a crime —-whether it is cheating or trespass or murder or a terrorist act —-must be produced before a court of law to decide whether or not they are guilty of the crime. The police must collect and present before the court all evidence that it can gather to establish that the accused are indeed guilty of the crime they are accused of. The court must look at the evidence, and also give an opportunity to the accused to rebut the evidence. If the court finds that the evidence is insufficient, it must discharge/acquit the accused. It is only when the evidence produced before the court is considered by it to have established beyond doubt the guilt of the accused that the court convicts the accused . The court then decides the sentence as per the provisions of the law. Once again, it hears both sides before making a decision. It takes into consideration extenuating factors, if any, or aggravating factors, if any. Very rarely is the death sentence pronounced. As in other parts of the world, the death sentence is being gradually phased out in India, and though it continues to remain on the statute books, the Supreme Court has, in a series of judgments , laid down very stringent conditions which must be met before a person pronounced guilty of a crime is sentenced to death. In effect, therefore, the death sentence is pronounced only in the “rarest of rare ” cases, and after careful deliberation by the court.</div>
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Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-68091228437877798022016-08-16T15:11:00.002+05:302018-12-18T06:54:18.125+05:30impermanence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">the house that my father built<br>lies desolate<br>weeds have run over<br>the flower beds<br>the fruit trees<br>are barren<br>someone smashed<br>the window glasses<br>and wind rushes in <br>and rain water <br>and birds<br>that do not find <br>shelter elsewhere<br>the walls that <br>stood high and proud<br>have crumbled<br>the Ashoka trees <br>alone remind<br>one of the glorious <br>dreams the house was built upon<br>he lived there but a year <br>or two <br>and then passed on <br>and I often wonder <br>as I go about <br>setting my <br>house in order <br>how soon before<br>another house<br>another dream<br>ends<br>dust to dust <br>ashes to ashes <br>how fragile are<br>the foundations we <br>build our lives on <br>if impermanence were <br>the first lesson <br>in school<br>would our lives <br>be any different ?<br>(pvks)</span></div>
Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-19443645391814736422016-02-03T15:48:00.002+05:302016-02-03T15:48:31.243+05:30a room with a view ---- 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-71906444627425127642016-01-27T15:29:00.002+05:302016-01-27T15:29:35.203+05:30the curse of the medical cornucopia <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For several years, I have been a frequent visitor to hospitals and the consulting chambers of medical shamans. Each visit has meant a new prescription till a time came when I was swallowing pills by the handful. Pills for hypertension, pills for migraine, pills for high cholesterol, pills for anxiety, pills for low micro nutrients ----- and each pill came with its paraphernalia of side effects, till I reached the stage where I needed pills to combat the side effects of pills! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last year, I had resolved to get fit enough to run a half marathon. I collapsed instead into a bundle of problems brought on by the medicines that were supposed to address my health challenges. I have great expectations of this year ---- and if I do live my dream of running a half marathon ( and who knows, a marathon some day !!) it will be because the curse of the medical cornucopia has been lifted off me. </span></div>
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Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-88498081678801588232016-01-24T20:19:00.003+05:302016-01-25T13:11:18.854+05:30Swachhta needs more than a cess <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 11.4286px;">Is the goal to minimise generation of waste and reduce the size of landfills till we reach a point of zero waste - to - landfills, or is to simply keep increasing the landfill capacity? If it is the former, are we looking at reducing or eliminating the waste reaching landfills by promoting waste segregation at source and waste recycling, reuse and recovery etc ? The first step towards zero waste - to - landfill is usually ( because this is the optimal choice) a thorough audit of current waste streams, including the quantities of waste, its origin and composition. Have such audits been carried out ? Have the results of such audits been made public ? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 11.4286px;">Why are roads and streets not swept regularly ? Why is garbage not removed from garbage bins ? Why is garbage burnt? Why is garbage being transported in open trucks? Where is the garbage being taken ? Is it being disposed of in an environment-friendly manner? Are the safai karamcharis on the rolls of municipal authorities faithfully discharging their duties? Are the government employees who run the municipal bodies serious about waste management ? Do they see it as a priority both from the point of view of aesthetics and that of public health? Are they familiar with the best practices vis a vis waste management ? Are they rewarded if they do a good job and penalized if they are negligent? Do they involve citizens in the waste management exercise? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 11.4286px;">The Municipal Solid Waste Act and the related rules also speak about the requirement of proper infrastructure for disposal of electronic/electrical waste, hazardous waste etc . Municipal bodies have been largely silent on these issues and the scattered initiatives of citizens in this regard do not receive the active support of these authorities. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 11.4286px;">Going forward, do we have a commitment that the additional expenditure planned to be incurred has these requirements factored in ? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 11.4286px;">We should not spend more on "scientific waste management" till we have satisfactory answers to these very fundamental questions. Unless the answers are forthcoming , no amount of additional expenditure will yield a 'swachh bharat" because huge amounts of money chasing undefined or poorly defined goals and ineffective monitoring of expenditure produces zero results -----we have seen that happen innumerable times in the past, the Ganga Action Plan being a good example. Why do we imagine that the same mistakes will produce different results where Swachh Bharat Abhiyan is concerned ?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 11.4286px;">The government may carry on with a business-as-usual approach when it comes to spending public money and not bother about reviews and audits and accountability, but if we are to live in a Swachh Bharat and help create that legacy for the generations that follow us, we must become more pro active as citizens, and begin to demand answers from the government.</span></div>
Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-7621250004167545342016-01-04T16:13:00.002+05:302016-01-21T10:54:55.936+05:30more or less<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In a country where millions do have even the necessities of life ----food, clothing, shelter, medical care ------ the rush to buy more and more is almost obscene. It is not as if the poor are even visually segregated from the buyers thronging the markets. The poor are everywhere ----- they work in our homes, they beg on the roads , they stand guard outside the shopping malls, they are building roads, emptying the garbage bins of the half eaten pizzas that we carelessly leave in our plates when we pause to snack between shopping expeditions. They are everywhere, yet we do not see them, and our conscience is not smitten by their tired, unsmiling faces. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We are blind too to the environmental cost of our unquenchable thirst for material possessions. The mountains of trash that packaging alone creates should perhaps be left outside the shopping malls for the patrons to realize that that which is not in their sight is nevertheless going to end up in a landfill and pollute the air and groundwater for far longer than their lifetimes. It is a terrible legacy to leave for one's children and their children and theirs. While we splurge on possessions we do not even need, the coming generations will pay the price for our profligacy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Of course, our lifelong pursuit of a bigger house, a better car, exotic vacations, designer clothes, gourmet meals, etc etc requires that we create the illusion that these comprise a satisfying, even happy, life. We have successfully constructed such an illusion on a scale gigantic enough to encompass almost all of humanity. Material possessions have replaced such attributes of a meaningful life as fulfilling one's potential, creating beauty, and practicing compassion and giving, and we do not step back from our frantic efforts to buy more so as to examine our lives and ascertain whether we are living the life we ought to. We simply assume that the more we buy, the more meaningful our lives will be. That is a false assumption, of course, and at some point we do pause and wonder why we aren't happier than we believed we would be. Unfortunately, such is the strength of our false beliefs that we attribute the lack of happiness to a relative paucity of material possessions rather than to the fact that life has to be more than an exercise in accumulating possessions if it is to fill our hearts and souls with contentment, even joy, and our pursuit of the riches of the material world becomes even more vigorous. The loss is two fold -----as individuals, we live dissatisfied lives without really understanding the reason for our dissatisfaction, and human society loses the richness that individuals engaged in meaningful activity and in creating beauty bring. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">What we need is a global movement to knock down possessions from the pedestal they have been placed on, a global movement on the same scale and of the same urgency as the movement to halt climate change. What good will our lives be in a world in which we as a species manage to survive by tackling climate change if each one of us lives an unhappy life , surrounded by millions and billions of equally unhappy men and women? Of course, there is no gainsaying the fact that one cannot live a happy, meaningful life if one is bereft of food, clothing, shelter, education, medical care etc, </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">but we need to learn to draw a line somewhere. Possessions must serve an objective, not be the goal themselves. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Pause. Look at your life. Are you doing the best you can with the abilities you were born with? Have you made a difference? Have you created beauty? Are you happy? Is this how you wish to live the rest of your life?</span></div>
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Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-15795950765906383922015-12-31T13:52:00.000+05:302016-01-05T15:14:31.647+05:30the government as polluter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In a couple of days, the Delhi government will begin the experiment of having cars ply on the roads on specified days depending upon the registration number. The objective is to bring down the number of vehicles on Delhi roads so as to combat pollution ----- a laudable objective, we would all agree, but being pursued in a rather short sighted and ad hoc manner.<br />
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We are all familiar with the oft repeated ( but nevertheless valid) observations that neither Delhi nor the neighbouring cities such as Gurgaon, Faridabad and NOIDA have the public transport infrastructure or the levels of security to enable a significant percentage of those who live and/or work in Delhi to make the shift from cars to public transport , that the NCR is increasingly becoming oriented towards car owners with roads getting widened and flyovers getting built, that the concerns of pedestrians and cyclists are routinely dismissed in town design, and that the dominant culture today is one of consumerism which urges one to splurge on bigger and less fuel efficient cars if one can and encourages one to own multiple cars.<br />
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What I would love to ask the Delhi government is whether it has attempted to form an estimate of the number of cars that are owned/hired/run by the Union and State governments, the municipal authorities, the local civic administration, and the courts, public sector undertakings etc . Are these CNG vehicles? Can they be retro fitted to run on CNG? Can new purchases not be mandatorily of CNG cars? Have the governments, municipal authorities and civic administration considered devising systems which enable working from home? Are office buildings being rented/purchased in clusters so that the movement of files and persons ( which obviously involves the use of cars) can be minimised? Is the use of office cars for personal/ family errands being monitored and penalised? One can safely assert without any possibility of being proved wrong that the answer to all these questions is No. One can also safely hazard that the reason for the answer being No is the mind set that places the bureaucracy in a charmed circle, near - immune from the considerations of economy that influence the decision making of prudent home makers and profit driven businesses. <br />
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On a related note, do government organisations review their own work so as to determine whether an organisation has outlived its utility and needs to be wound up, or at least trimmed so as to become leaner ? Announcements regarding the setting up of new government bodies are common, those to do with the winding up of government organisations are rare, notwithstanding the fact that socio-economic changes ( which are currently taking place at a rapid rate) invariably result in some functions and organisations becoming redundant. Governments keep expanding, and so does the environmental cost of ensuring the mobility of government personnel. <br />
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The Delhi Chief Minister says that he and other Ministers will car pool to reach office. Will the bureaucracy? Or the judiciary? I for one look forward to the day when the district commissioner or metropolitan magistrate relinquish the sarkaari car and the "gunman" who accompanies them in the vehicle. I don't see it happening in the near future. <br />
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One near-criminal use of government owned/hired cars is to transport files ---- it could be a single file which is "urgently" needed and is therefore dispatched by car by a subordinate organisation to the office of a superior authority. Quite apart from the reckless disregard of economy, the environmental cost is not even a consideration when files are thus dispatched. If tomorrow a fiat were to be issued that files will under no circumstances be dispatched from one office to another via car, there would be an overnight jump in efficiency and systems solutions so as to ensure that the information contained in files is easily accessible and retrievable even without the file being physically available. <br />
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There is no empirical data available which could help one ascertain the environmental impact of government cars but even if it were a not very significant percentage, what is of great significance is that the issue of the environmental cost of cars would itself get more careful consideration and perhaps a change in the problem solving approach if it were ensured that the such ad hoc solutions as having cars with specified registration numbers ply on the roads on specified days and the resultant inconvenience are equally the lot of levels of government officials. </div>
Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-2146231792043366312015-08-23T21:08:00.000+05:302015-08-23T21:08:09.083+05:30and back to babugiri <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After 2 years of "ifs" and "buts" and deep agonising and long hours of fruitless discussion of whether to resume work or quit, the decision got made for me by some simple facts -----my sons neither need me 24x7 nor have much time for me (my husband never had ) and office work gives one enough idle time, and more importantly, monetary and other resources such as "designation" to permit one to engage in one's non official "causes" . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, after a 5 year long sabbatical ( yes, it has been 5 years since I last sat behind a desk and attended an intercom call with a "Yes, Sir?" ) , I will be back in office next week, in an organisation which has always appeared to me rather like the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It deals in strange subjects like APIS, ACES, GSTN, CDF, ICES etc etc, officers who once enter its portals rarely make an exit, their</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> language cannot be comprehended by Muggles, and if you ask them their job description they look down the length of their noses long enough for you to wish you had never asked such an inane question. There is no Lord Voldemort in this world, so one can have a jolly good time, and not even need a Harry Potter. There is always a Hermione , however. I believe there is one right now!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because Muggles mostly do not understand what is happening in this magical world , they dare not ask for any accountability regarding progress or lack thereof vis a vis any of the enchanted (or is it enchantment) programs the school undertakes to develop. You see, this is not a school where one is taught, this is a school</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> which researches and develops programs to so enchant tax payers as to make them voluntarily, out of the goodness of their hearts, comply with tax laws and procedures. </span></div>
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Oh, before I forget -----the organisation is called the Directorate General of Systems and Data Management and it was one of my dreams to work in this charmed and charming world and learn a few spells. The dream has come true in that I have been given an opportunity to work in the Directorate -----whether I manage to learn to cast spells or even to invent a few new spells remains to be seen.<br /><br />If I have the courage to, and without risking being thrown out, I will soon let you know the rest of the cast of characters : is there a Prof Snape? a Prof Dumbledore? a Prof Minerva Gonagall? a Lupin? a Hagrid? Do they play Quidditch? Is there a Triwizard Tournament ?? ( After all, sister tax departments have similar organisations). </div>
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<br />I look forward to a lot of fun and a lot of hard work having fun. </div>
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Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-60343089829924306962015-04-23T21:41:00.002+05:302016-11-22T15:56:38.602+05:30Will they haunt you <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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what if they returned<br />
angry, sad, raging or quiet<br />
the three lakh men<br />
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what if they returned<br />
to haunt our luxury homes<br />
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what if they returned<br />
as we planned investments<br />
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Priya VK Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460869610298190471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596208596400453656.post-27579543031285340832015-03-13T19:18:00.000+05:302015-03-13T21:17:10.503+05:30Passport travails and redundant work<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last March, my passport was about to lapse and I applied for its renewal, excited about the prospect of travelling to Vienna with my husband. I was told at the Passport office that my application would not even be accepted since it was not accompanied by a No Objection Certificate from the government. I therefore applied for a No Objection Certificate. The official responsible for processing my application informed rather grandly that no such certificate could be issued since I am on leave. Do I cease to be a government officer during my period of leave, he was asked. No, he answered indifferently. It is the job, however, of the office which you will join after completion of your leave period whose job it is to issue a No Objection Certificate ONCE you join that office. What happens in the meantime? How do I get my passport renewed? You can't, was the laconic reply. The situation remains unchanged a year later, and my plans to travel with my husband on his frequent travels abroad continue to gather dust. </span></div>
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4. He sends a letter to the Directorate of Vigilance. The process is repeated here ---the Dealing Assistant scrutinizes the records, then submits a note stating that "Vigilance Clearance" may or may not be granted depending upon whether or not there are "vigilance" proceedings againt the government servant. The file travels via Section Officer to the Under Secretary, perhaps the Director , and then follows the same route to return to the Dealing Assistant. </div>
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5. A letter is now issued to the office which had sought Vigilance Clearance. Here, the writing of a note, submission of file to the Under Secretary via Section Officer and the return of the file to the Dealing Assistant takes place yet again.</div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Now, my very basic question is this ----- why does the government servant need a No Objection Certificate at all to get his passport issued or renewed?</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Is it the the government's case that no government servant can hold a passport or travel abroad if there are disciplinary proceedings pending against him? </b></span><span style="color: red;"><b>How does such restriction strengthen the government's case against the government servant facing disciplinary proceedings ? </b></span></div>
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Is the denial of passport meant to serve as a punishment ? That would be illegal, since the penalties that can be imposed by the government are laid down in the relevant law. </div>
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Does the government fear that the government servant will leave the country with his ill begotten wealth and never return ? For such a contingency , it can issue a Look Out Circular and ensure that the government servant does not leave the country. </div>
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Does the government fear that the government servant against whom disciplinary proceedings have been initiated because he is involved in a criminal case could go abroad and vanish, to never return and face punishment vis a vis the criminal proceedings? For this contingency too, the government can take recourse to the simple expedient of a Look Out Circular.</div>
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Perhaps the government is anxious that the government servant will escape punishment for such conduct as unauthorised absence, refusal to comply with directions, supervisory failure etc . Well, if such a government servant travels abroad and never returns, he can be dismissed. He would have to forgo all pensionary benefits too. Isn't that punishment enough?</div>
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Why then does the government insist on spending time, money and manpower on something as redundant as an NOC for government servants who wish to get a passport issued or renewed ? Has it no better endeavours? </div>
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There is also the interesting fact that MPs and MLAs, many of whom have pending criminal cases, seem to have no difficulty in travelling abroad ---- and at taxpayer's expense !!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is International Women's Day today ------ and my way of celebrating it is to give a loan to a woman to help her build a toilet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Did you know that millions of Indian women are vulnerable to sexual assault when they step out because they do not have toilets at home? Beyond the protests and processions and prayer meetings for Nirbhaya that so many of us have participated in, are you ready to help a woman build a toilet, and help her protect herself from sexual assault?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here's an easy way to do it ----- make a loan via MILAAP (<a href="http://www.milaap.org/">http://www.milaap.org/</a>). I made my first Milaap loan in September 2011, and in the succeeding months, I have made 44 loans (lives impacted: 730). There hasn't been a single default since I made the first loan, and the mails from Milaap revive every month the immense satisfaction I experience in having made a contribution, however minimal, in the lives of women living thousands of kilometres away. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Milaap is an online platform that enables you to lend to India's working poor. It partners with established organizations that have a strong presence at the grass roots and a deep understanding of the 150 million Indian households with no access to water, sanitation, healthcare, education and energy. Milaap and its field partners design customized loan programs and Milaap then shares the requirements, backgrounds and photos of all borrowers. The online listing of borrower profiles enables the lender to select the cause and the borrower of his choice and give a loan of minimum USD 50 or Rs 1000. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Every month, Milaap sends the total loan collected to its various field partners who disburse the loans and regularly monitor the progress of the borrowers and collect repayments from them. Monthly deposits of the repaid loan instalments are made into the lender's Milaap account. At the end of the loan cycle, the lender can choose to withdraw the repaid loan amount or relend it to another borrower on Milaap. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Right now, there are at least 14 women/women's groups looking for a Milaap loan to build toilets (<a href="https://milaap.org/fund">https://milaap.org/fund</a>) ----- make a loan today, and make a difference! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Facebook has been awash with pictures and status updates that speak of the joy and exuberance triggered by the March rains. The rains were unexpected ---- a drizzle around Holi is not uncommon, but it doesn't rain, and rain heavily, for several days when we enter March. The weather changed, light woolens were pulled out again, we shared barkha songs on social media, we reveled in the cold breeze, an online publication listed all the Delhi restaurants/cafes where one could enjoy food and wine seated outdoors, and so on and so forth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today, I read in The Hindu that the unseasonal rains has played havoc with the rabi crops of wheat, mustard and chana and "may trim the output of the commodities.". The news item included several statistics to do with the area under cultivation of these crops, the expected output loss etc. There was no mention, however, of the dramatic impact that the crop failure will have on the lives of farmers. Why? We don't care, that's why. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Did you know that in Uttar Pradesh, 3 farmers have died in the past three days? They could not bear to see the flattened fields, They could no longer brave the huge losses that they were faced with. One hanged himself from a babool tree in his wheat fields, two died of cardiac arrests when they saw the damage that the rains had wreaked overnight on the crops that were getting ready to harvest. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Others may not lose their lives, but the coming days will be sorrowful for them ---- wheat fields have been flattened, sarson seeds will yield almost 50% less oil, half the potatoes harvested may rot because they have absorbed moisture during these two or three days of heavy rains. Some of those who grow wheat may now have to buy wheat. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Of course, the State Governments will announce cash compensations to the affected farmers but these cash compensations are neither timely nor adequate, or no farmer would experience such distress as to take his own life when face to face with natural calamities. In Bundelkhand, the cash compensations announced in 2014 as a result of drought are yet to be disbursed, and the farmers are now confronted with damage due to rains !!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As consumers, there is not much we can do by way of direct intervention in the lives of farmers. What we CAN do is to make the effort to become better acquainted with the challenges that farmers face, and question the government when we read of policies/laws that are not farmer-friendly, and demand that the solutions that farmers , farmer organisations and and farm policy experts propose be heard more sympathetically and factored in when plans for urban and industrial growth are drawn up. The farmers do put food on our tables, don't they ?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I heard on the news today that the Prime Minister had lunch in the Parliament Canteen. He sat with some BJP Members of Parliament , ordered vegetarian fare, and talked with the MPs while he ate. This made for "Breaking News" on television and for good reason, I think. What we need is a cultural revolution which breaks down the barriers which exist between the lower and higher grades of the government ( in the broadest sense, covering the bureaucracy, the political class, the legislature, the executive, the judiciary). </span><br />
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For several years, I worked in the Ministry of Finance in different capacities and interacted with other Ministries of the Union Government as well. Not once did I see the Ministers or senior bureaucrats eat in the Ministry canteens ----- dingy spaces, over crowded, serving food which is neither wholesome nor hygienically prepared. The mantris and officers eat in their "chambers", where food is served by peons whose duties include rinsing the tiffins and serving ware in the case of mid level bureaucrats who bring home made food. If the Ministers and afsars were to have their meals in the canteen, the places would get spruced up, better food would be served, and most importantly, the aura of infallibility and superiority which surrounds them mostly because they are inaccessible would considerably diminish. </div>
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Nowhere is this more in evidence than the Supreme Court of India. The Supreme Court Justices inhabit a world two centuries older than ours. Their magnificent offices and the near - regal paraphernalia has to be seen to be believed. Will a learned Supreme Court Justice be accorded less respect if he had his meals with all the other Supreme Court staff and officials in a canteen? Or is he afraid that his biases and prejudices and, perhaps, ignorance will get exposed if he mingles with the hoi polloi ?<br />
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Some years ago, I suggested to a senior colleague that he have tea every month with all the junior staff and officials working in that organisation whose birthday falls in that month. It will make it possible for them to know you better, Sir, and you can get to know the people who work so hard and who you never get to see, I suggested rather naively. He did not even bother to acknowledge my suggestion with a comment. He simply raised his eye brows and dismissed it !!<br />
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Even the washrooms are segregated ----almost every sarkari building has a washroom for the aam janata and another for the officers. The Mantris , of course, are a cut above and enjoy the privilege of washrooms adjunct to their "chamber". I wonder how they cope when they visit shopping malls and cinema complexes, or go sight seeing in India or abroad. They have to drop their pretensions, don't they?<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will it do away with the norms that define the office infrastructure and facilities that each grade of government employees is entitled to ? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will it abolish the norms that define the size of residential accommodation that the government will allot to its employees? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will the less "posh" colonies where primarily the Groups B and C reside be brought at par with their upscale counterparts?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will the daily wage workers employed on contract basis in housekeeping jobs in government offices work free of charge at the Upper Division Clerk's residence on weekends rather than the Joint Secretary's ?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So why does the Aam Aadmi Party not have the honesty to admit that their Chief Minister and Ministers will live in large sized government bungalows in Lutyen's Delhi, like all the other public servants ( </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">politicians, judges, bureaucrats etc) </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">who do, simply because they can ? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why must it advance the bogey of "public interest " ?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Chief Minister and/or Deputy Chief Minister meet 400 to 500 people every day, that is why a large bungalow is required, we are told. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A Chief Minister who spends the better part of the day in office monitoring the work of his Cabinet colleagues or liaising with other State Governments /Union Government or attending meetings where Chief Ministers are invitees or attending to other such official duties and who visits public buildings and public spaces and public gatherings to remain sensitive to what the aam aadmi wants will have no time left to meet hundreds of people every day at his residence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If the administration is responsive and efficient and honest, why would people need to meet the Chief Minister anyway? This is a democratic set up, not a monarchy where the benign despot hands out just reward and punishment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We live in a stratified society where the size of the house we live in depends upon our class/status. It is not a function of need/requirement. That is why the Chief Minister needs a bungalow in Lutyen's Delhi. Full Stop. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't know whether I was ready to be a mother when I had my first child. The rush of pure emotions that filled me i</span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">n the days that followed,</span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">as I held the tiny life close to my heart, has never quite abated. For reasons that I have not been able to decipher, it made me acutely sensitive to the pain and suffering of others, animate or inanimate, near or far, present or long dead. My family and friends would laugh at me, telling me that rushing to offer succor was a fool's errand, that the world is full of people who are only looking out for themselves, that compassion gets rewarded with scorn and indifference. I didn't care because I knew different, but I worried that my sons , growing up in this dog-eats-dog environment, would never be compassionate. </span><br />
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I see it when my son accompanies a beggar to the nearest dhaba, sits down with him as he eats a full meal, and arranges a job for him.</div>
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I see it in the alacrity with which pullovers come tumbling out when I say I am collecting woolens for a winter clothes collection drive and my son says, Away with you, friends, now you"ll have another story to tell !</div>
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I see it when the monthly allowance gets depleted much before the end of the month because some street children needed shoes and slippers. </div>
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I see it when when the nurse gets yelled at and her tears rapidly turn into a smile as my sons pulls his grandmother's leg for being a difficult patient.</div>
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I see it when I fulminate at my father in law's attempts to intervene with my son's education, and he says, Mom, he is an old man, he is anxious about his legacy. </div>
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I smile, and I know that they'll be all right. Life can never be empty or meaningless when one has a compassionate heart, and all that children need is to see you exercising compassion and so will they. </div>
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