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Saturday, April 9, 2011

Chasing Anna Hazare's Rainbow

A.K.A. Unko paise kaun diya??

I'm wide awake. This is what a caffeine-induced alertness feels like, except all I've had is a lot of water, a pot full of dip and an overdose of Dexter. It seems Anna Hazare is ending his hunger strike tomorrow. Pratap Bhanu Mehta makes a good point about the campiagn here and so does Manu Joseph. Going through the reader comments is very instructive: it would seem that to 'the masses' any criticism of the good gentleman's techniques and agenda is only slightly less vulgar than not supporting India in an India-Pak World Cup encounter. It really upsets people to hear that there might be something instrinsically wrong with what Mr. Hazare is proposing. Corruption is a black and white word, Anna Hazare is white and the politicians are black. Ergo simple logic: you and your candles swear allegiance to your old man.

To begin with, I wasn't sure what I thought about the campaign but now I know I am highly, highly sceptical about it. It seemed to me suspicious on many levels. For starters, it has Kiran Bedi in it. The ex-cop leaves nothing to your imagination in her opportunism. By the way, say hello to Kiran 'No Marks' Bedi.
 
I'm sure for many of the players in this game, the intent was good. But good intent does not a responsible campaign make.

What was the big demand? That the Government eschew it's diluted draft of the anti-corruption bill in favour of the Jan LokPal Bill. Even a layman who reads the Jan Lokpal bill (know it here, good reader) will see how it ridiculously concentrates power into one institution. We're reeling as it is from power that has been dispersed across institutions; we should be trying to address the concentration of power within institutions, not creating a Frankenstitian institution populated by 'recent Magsaysay award winners' that will turn around and bite us on our behinds as soon as we unleash it. Is it naivette/ blind passion/ wishful thinking that makes the supporters of this campaign believe that an institution will be squeaky clean just because it is bereft of politicians?

The kind of corruption these people seem to be referencing their campaign against are the big ticket ones: CWG, 2G, etc. These are middle class concerns. The money that was siphoned off in CWG and 2G hurts them because it goes from their taxes: they aren't directly affected-and so didn't give a shit- about the system in which the CWG takes birth, a system which needs to and does literally eliminate the existence of a certain kind of people deemed less valuable to national prestige. In my opinion, 'corruption' appears somewhere in the middle of the book; the story is about the bigger problem of thinking that it is okay to exclude the wellbeing of a fraction from the whole. As long as we participate in this fractioning, the 'me' above the 'whole' we will see scams, we will see corruption. It is a by-product of greedy consumption, a product of capitalism though not restricted to capitalism.

Our system of governance, the model of representative democracy we follow invites corruption. The parties are many. It doesn't matter which party is in power: their policies are the same, their methods are the same, and as long as there isn't a deep change in our parliamentary democracy, I dont think we'll be tackiling this issue at all.

At the same time, there are some people whose opinions I generally respect, like Medha Patkar, who are also a part of this campaign. I guess that could also be like the uneasy friendship between her and Mamatadi during Singur: everyone is an opportunist. Cause ke liye sab kuch chalega. Lack of principles or strategy?
 
I'm curious about the campiagn buildup: how did it get to be so big? Is an obvious kind of corruption generally something the average person understands really quickly and sympathises with? Or, is there someone like Ramdev pumping shitloads of money into this campaign, with his eye on his party and future political career?

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

In Search of Utopia

I walk into Office No. 1 this morning, hearing a joke about Anna Hazare's fast. Who is this Anna Hazare? In Office No. 2, I open my old friend wikipedia, and see the typically squishy face of an old man wearing a Gandhi topi. An ex-army man (which probably explains his fascination for punishments) who worked on a model village. What is this model village? I want to write a story about it, only I'd like to begin with the end: Sonpari lived in an ideal village: and then draw out limbs of it's perfection. I'd get stuck there: defining perfection.

Anna Hazare's ideal, or rather, wikipedia's account of Anna Hazare's ideal, involves a lot of punishment:

"Anna's moral code of conduct is also quite strict. Anna believes that punishment is an essential component of the process to bring about conformity to social morality. When a child stole a fruit from a tree on the common lands, he was tied to a pole and the fruits were kept before him to teach him a moral lesson. The fruit bearing trees are not protected by any watchman. Not a single fruit is stolen and ripe fruits are distributed to balwadi children and the school children. Public beating was used not to create terror but to bring public shame on the defaulter so that he/she exercises more self-control."

So Sonpari will not live in Anna's village. She likes to illegally acquire fruit.

Lately I've been thinking a lot about my place in my life. Not exactly surprising given my ripe old age of almost 24. Shouldn't I know things more clearly now? Here I remember what DN, a prof from my old college, said about still wondering what she wants to be when she grows up. Scary stuff. I'd like to know soon, please, preferably by the time I'm twenty five.

In school, I was fairly unaware of the politics of the world I lived in. In college came revelation and I've partly relinquished independent thinking on the ride I've been on since. I've played the student, a partly compromised student, because I have had so much to learn. I was linked to the blog of someone who has written about a stint at Devdungri, an MKSS collective that we'll be heading to soon from work. She's playing out many people's dream. She's actually going on the journey, not everybody does.

It's useful to have a skill. Why didn't I get one? Us Social Science people are equipped to do-what exactly? I will have to fall back on writing; dig it out from the attic, dust the cobwebs from the surface and let Sonpari take it for a walk, twice daily.   

Monday, April 4, 2011

The World Cup for Sachin!

What a match!

I'm an ex-rabid fan converted again: I will watch the next test series. It was a pleasure watching India bat, field and bowl as tightly as they did. The discipline is what I never imagined I would see in an Indian team is what made the last few matches such a joy to watch: we didn't have the strongest fielders or bowling attack in the world (save Zaheer, who remains a quality bowler: I still have my feelings about his debut at Nairobi etched onto the back of my Lion King pencil box: 'He makes Aussies! duck! his! balls!' Perhaps not the wisest choice of words, but I was twelve and watching an Indian bowl fast yorkers: a delivery I assumed was only associated with the Pakistanis or the English/Aussies/Proteas/Kiwis), and we have always suffered from having the strongest batting line-up throw away matches. Not this time though; Dhoni's knock in the final reminded me of the steely grit of Steve Waugh's innings against South Africa in the Super Six of 1999. He hadn't been in the best of form either and came back in style. Dhoni's style of captaincy also reminds me of Steve Waugh's having in common deep calm and steely grit.

The family watched the match together, stocking up on food and drinks to make a day out of it. I've been away from cricket for so long that I don't recognise most of the players any more. I was thus extra-keen to 'bid good-bye' to Muralitharan the magician, one of the last remaining players from the 1999 era. Him and Sachin. Murali had already got the World Cup once, I rationalised, so it was only fair for India and Sachin to win this one. I was, ofcourse, endlessly disappointed that he did not get to bowl at Sachin and even more, that he went wicketless.Damn shame Murali, although the others will see you on IPL soon*.

Well done, team India! We, the cricket loving populace, are proud (some are crazed**), and hope to see you convert this into a decade long World Dominance like the Aussies did four World Cups ago. Whee test cricket I'm back!

*I won't be watching that damnfoolcrapshit.
** Dear Chief Ministers and myriad scam-tained politicians: thanks for appreciating the men in blue, but I'm sure they don't all need crores on top of the ones they earned at the World Cup itself, followed by BCCI's gift. Not to talk about their bought souls, er, skills, at the IPL. Pump that money into the game, fund out domestic cricket, fund our-gasp-women cricketers too. Honour the cricketers with State and National awards instead, no?