The madness of it all. Institutions under siege, apprehensions of megalomania. Method/Madness? Ends/means/justification? Questions unanswered, fears raised.

2014 saw most if not all looking for a change.  2019 saw a landslide and 2025 will possibly bring an avalanche. Why?

Do we that live in these large monster cities, drive cars, pay tax and fly in aeroplanes truly understand this phenomenon? Is there another perspective?

Imagine a hapless uneducated man who had to produce endless documents to get a gas cylinder. now he doesnt.

Imagine that home in a village that did not have a tap, now the family does.

Imagine an aged man suffering from a terminal disease being extorted by a small town hospital, now he doesnt.

Imagine the small town farmer who had to travel on broken roads, now he doesnt.

Imagine last mile connectivity, now done.

Imagine kashmir annexed, done.

Imagine the connect that an RSS pracharak who spent years going from one gathering to another with his speech and reach.  You dont need to, he is here.

Look at a country that was entirely a defence / aramament importer, now aspiring to be an exporter and making headway.

Did we ever think of Apple setting up its manufacturing here?

Did we ever think we would be looking at becoming cutting edge semiconductor manufacturers, we are on the anvil.

Has national pride gone up - undeniably yes. Is it justifiable - a matter of perspective.

All good?

Does anyone really understand the importance of an independent judiciary? Does it matter? Is the Judiciary a cabal? 

Were the institutions that are now facing the might of a charging government truly institutions in their morally desired form?

Too many questions about the India that I am seemingly not but am struggling to understand.

Propriety - India's lacking

Propriety and decorum - pillars of happiness.
As a nation and as a people ignorant of these concepts we will remain perpetually unhappy and dissatisfied. This has been the history of India and its seems it will remain its destiny. A belligerent prime minister and an alienated government that shamelessl attack institutions on the back of populism and appreciation by a multitude that does not even understand its basic civil rights.
Where pleading in court is literally a pleading and not a plea. Where ignorant decide cases on a whim and perception where you are judged by ones appointed on a phone call or on social advice. Where governments shamelessly change parameters to sustain false claims where development is but a method for self enrichment in such a nation do we live. Where scholars regurgitate stale thought. Where we ignore our own language and worship another. Where we nurture our children with alien values and apply laws not natural to us.  Where we dress with pride in alien clothes and where our own attire is a fancy dress. Where brown rejects brown and lusts for white. Where children are goddesses yet are raped. Where pretense is real and real is pretense. Welcome home

Janine Benyus on Biomimicry

On the demise of Hindustan

In their orgulous lust for power
Clandestine means deployed
Whittled weakened institutions
Weakened and destroyed
Corrupt judges and bureaucrats
Running helter skelter
Disorganised and blind people
Fearing what they dealt her
O Hindustan you never existed
A name you got from outsiders
A non existent nation
Killed by it's own riders
Elections come elections go
Little masters of destiny EVMs
Tampered or not
We will never know
But one thing is certain
Hindustan has met it's curtain
A nation of ignorant fools
Killed by it's own burden
O Hindustan I returned to you
Hoping to find your sky's a blue
Little did I know
A greater sinister plot would come
Deathly blows from your own scum
O Hindustan that never became India
You lulled your Kings to penury
Politicians driven by greed for power
Injury after injury
A republic yet a contradiction
Spineless people lacking conviction
Sadly I watch your spectacle
A slow systematic dereliction
A nation that denies Hindi but emraces English
Independent from the queen but loving her language
You live out a shameless paradox
Killed by it's own vernacular rampage
O Hindustan show us your true face
A face wrinkled with contradictions
A face scarred by acid thrown
Crumpled by it's people's inflictions

A young man starts to unravel the maze in his quest for truth.

At the time that the young soldier was entering Academy a young boy was born to a politically active family in Orissa. Over the years the young boy would also go to distant schools, try within his limited means to perform to the best of his limited resources. As with every other boy from his state, his diction had the heavy rolled tongue influence of his native language-Odiya. Little did he know that even the passage of time and best of his efforts would not take away the roll in his tongue that had become native to his diction.
Many years down the road he would still struggle with his diction. But his power enormous the language used became edict contextual incorrectness aside, floral words acquired their own color and meaning. Many would appear before him perplexed by his language but overawed by his stature!

38 years in the army and four wars later he sits in a drug induced stupor recovering from surgery and completely dazed at his life.  His entire life savings deployed into a building now in the venomous grip of a political serpent who networks with babus, judges and police officers, 87 days in jail for no reason, his wife and sons threated with arrest, under debt and shame, the soldier in him perseveres, faith in a bottomless pit, soldiers truly are naive.

In sharp contrast the serpent Mahesh Vermani sits on the lawns of the Law minister, smoking a cigarette and chewing pan, a prominent smirk on his face.  The broker before him feels lucky to be on the lawns and feels assured when Mahesh assures him that the building is his to sell as and when he completes the destruction of the Yadavas, the day that he says is not far. He claims that he will not let the building go.

Does India still have an underbelly? Do citizens have rights? Are courts and government law officers unbiased? How easy is it to manipulate the system?  This article explores the fate of retired Major General who was used to the manicured and disciplined environment of the Army and stumbled into the womb of corruption, malaise and abuse of power. Do not be surprised if this story makes you think that no body is honest!

A young lad he grew up in the deserts of Rajasthan in a small hamlet that his father a serving army officer called home. Walking 17 km over burning Sands slightly cooled overnight and completing the same journey back in the peak of heat in the late afternoon was normal. Arrival of the uniformed gods with their dream fit physique and disciplined behaviour always excited him and he knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. Fighting all family opposition he stubbornly took the examination for NDA and as expected was chosen, excelled as a gentleman cadet and got commissioned into the infantry. Over 38 years he would fight against China, Bangladesh, the Naga separate tests and Kashmiri infiltrators. He went on to command the unit he was commissioned in then to command a brigade then to command a division until the pyramid narrowed for the preferred and he was designated the director-general rehabilitation and resettlement. The true soldier in him knew only how to command and was not cut out for a desk job.

Having served at the frontline for each war that India bought he has retired as a major general. He has a dark secret too – he was arrested at the age of 73 and detained in jail for 87 days. The police has been threatening to arrest his 73 year old wife and 50 year old US resident son. He wonders what went wrong.  The Law – it had completely let him down.

A small time broker for police officers and a supplier of girls Maheshan Vermani had approached him in 2009 to rent his property. Maheshan wanted to use the property as a hotel and made tall promises of high returns