Divide and Drool

Thank heavens, the Supreme Court has ordered a stay on the 27% reservation for the OBCs, such a whole lot of reservations cannot possibly be decided without doing a careful study on the real numbers of various communities in this country, and also exactly who genuinely qualifies to be certified an OBC. And I don’t say this because I don’t care for people from the backward castes, I say this for two reasons: One, this is too big a decision to jump into on some neta’s whim, it affects lakhs of students and their families. And even more significantly, we just cannot allow our netas to continue to ride their divide and rule agendas, I can guarantee you Arjun Singh’s heart (read that as boss Sonia Gandhi’s) doesn’t bleed for backward communities, it only bleeds for the mass of votes they can bring in.

But more importantly, I just can’t believe that in the year 2007, when our industrialists are buying out global giants, when our IT guys are leading the world, when our filmmakers are making international waves, our netas are going on unchecked with their divide and rule methods, something that actually the Brits started. So the Congress wants to cut us based on caste, the BJP wants to cut us based on religion, and in Mumbai, the Shiv Sena wants to cut us based on the language we speak. Thackeray’s latest command that 80% jobs in the city’s BPOs and MNC companies be reserved for the Marathi Manus is nothing but another divide and rule agenda. They have realised the non-Marathis anyways shan’t vote for them, so why not indulge in the sons-of-the-soil type of jingoism.

The problem is we are freely allowing our political parties to carve us out like a gooey chocolate cake, and no amount of globalisation is able to stop this regressive trend. Sure, there will come a day when the gullible Indian masses will be literate and matured enough to understand the situation, but that could take decades, even a hundred years. And by that time, permanent damage may have been affected on our social fabric, we may have reached a point of no return.

I think time has come for our apex court to kick arse of politicians who continue to indulge in the divide and rule methods. Time has come to make amendments in our Constitution, so that politicians who seek votes based on divisions are made to do time in the slammer, no less.

Death of cricket

The joke going around in newsrooms these days is: all crime reporters need to be transferred. To the sports desk, that is.

Funny, sure, but not very cool. And also scary. Don’t know about you, but I most deffy have lost interest in the game of cricket, and no, it has nothing to do with mid-life crisis. The World Cup is on right now, and I cannot believe I don’t want to be a part of it, the thought itself would have been unthinkable a few years ago, when I was madly crazy about the game… I used to report sick even when India played boring weaklings like Zimbabwe and Kenya. And again, the loss of interest has nothing to do with our humiliating exit from the World Cup. My loss of passion for the game has to do with just one thing: I no longer know what I see on the screen is reality, or, like a low brow reality TV show, a stage managed competition. I mean, if heavily paid stars like Hansie Cronje, Shane Warne, Azharuddin, Wasim Akram and Ajay Jadeja cannot be trusted, how can you ever tell what goes on on the field has anything to do with real sport at all? And if I want to see theatre, I will go and see real theatre, thank you very much.

And it’s the advent of the one-day format that’s taken the game to the dogs. Things weren’t so bad as long as the match was played over five days. Apart from odd incidents on the field (like Lillee and Miandad threatening to have a go at each other), the game was played with honesty and commitment. But ever since ‘chaddi’ cricket made its appearance, things have gone really ugly. Today, cricket is less about bat and ball colliding, and more about rabid sledging, racist slurs, billion-dollar bets, match fixing, doping and underworld connections. One bloke was even suspected of rape! And as if all this wasn’t bad enough, now we have an Agatha Christie inspired mysterious death during a World Cup; according to latest reports, Bob Woolmer was murdered in his hotel loo, either by pissed off bookies or angry fans or astoundingly enough, the Paki players themselves. I cringe to even imagine what lies ahead.

And sadly, all of this has taken the joy out of the game. How I wish I was around when the game was first invented, English burra sahibs in crisp whites enjoying a lazy noon outing with bat and ball, as wives and mistresses sipped high tea, graciously cheering from the lush green park. Ah, would kill to live those innocent days again.

Should Amrita be generous?

In a poll conducted on Mumbai Mirror, we asked women in the city if Saif Ali Khan came knocking on ex wife Amrita Singh’s door, should she forgive and forget and accept him back into her life. (The chap’s just broken off with girl friend Rosa.) And many women were of the opinion that the estranged wife must not accept her ‘unreliable’, ‘philandering’ pati, that such a ‘cheater’ cannot and must not be trusted. The responses reminded me of Mahesh Bhatt’s autobiographical film, ‘Arth’. The betrayed wife Pooja, played by Shabana Azmi, refuses to accept her cheating husband with that all-important question: “Would you have accepted me back into your life if I was in your place?”

Now, I realise this is a complex issue with no easy answers. Also, the question of children comes into play. In Saif’s case, the actor is known to be very close to his kids, so should not Amrita, for their sake, give her husband another chance? Clearly, this is a grey zone and it’s foolish to expect pat black and white solutions.
However, here’s my own uneducated view in this matter: When I look at people around me, I see rampant cheating. And this sort of cheating happens on the hide, where the man/woman strays clandestinely, and when the affair fizzles out (most of these diversions tend to be transient in any case), they simply resume lives as if nothing happened. The people I speak of don’t necessarily see this as an issue. They have no intentions of leaving home and hearth, but also don’t see it as a sin to ‘enjoy’ that what life has on offer… the zip and excitement that’s missing in their otherwise predictable lives. As a close friend once said, “That what is not told, can do no harm.” And in our changed, very liberal times, I see this tweaked ideology of relationships becoming increasingly inevitable. Today, couples find it hard to maintain the so-called sanctity and sacredness of marriage, they have learnt to live with the truth that diversions can AND will happen. Once we accept that changed reality, perhaps the concept of marriage will survive rather than die because of reasons of infidelity.

Coming back to Saif, what Amrita chooses to do will be decided by her own sensibility. However, we have to admit unlike the rest of the zillions of cheating partners, whatever Saif did, he at least did it openly… he wasn’t having fun on the hide, while pretending to be faithful. And ironic though this may sound, this makes him, in my judgment at least, an honest man who should be sympathised with, even respected, and not crucified.

We, the pissing

So the BMC in Mumbai has decided to fine or force people to clean up all the mess they spit out on the city streets, and you can’t possibly argue that’s not a sensible move. The whole city has turned into one huge kachra bin, as we pee, spit, throw stuff out without a care. If you dare to stare at the city roads, you’ll see more red than the potholes, and that’s saying a lot. The real problem however is this: how can you fine a billion dirty cads? We people are so used to treating anything outside our own homes as a garbage bin, the entire BMC force will have to be unleashed on the roads to nab the culprits, there are just so many of us litterers. And even that won’t be enough. And I will be entirely surprised if some of the BMC staffers themselves aren’t found to be guilty too. So then what’s the practical solution? None, actually. How on earth can you change something that’s embedded inside our DNA? We Indians simply lack the particular gene that monitors civic sense, we just don’t know how to respect our city and the environment. And worse, we lack basic courtesy for fellow citizens, and this shows up in our behaviour at public places. We break queues with impunity, we never say thanks when served, we clean our noses (and scratch our balls) for all to see, we don’t even bother to cough into the damn hanky. As for the kachra, I think ‘lack of enough dustbins’ is a pathetic excuse, even when the bins are in the vicinity, we carelessly chuck rubbish on the roads. So the BMC better not waste its time keeping an eye on us. Rather, it should worry about quicker clean up systems and mechanisms, so that the damn Mithi river can suck efficiently. We do, and will always litter. We are like that only, and perhaps even proud of it.

Power goes to his head.

I have been thrown out of interview meets before, so when Maharashtra Energy mantri Shri Valse Patil short-circuited our chat, I was not entirely, to use the right word, shocked. (To read the truncated interview which appeared in the Mumbai Mirror, click here.)

All the same, it’s a shame that these people don’t want to be answerable to the people, and it’s a bigger shame that the quote-starved, subservient media, especially a large section of the electronic media, allows these bullies to get away with it.

Consider this: till just five years ago, Maharashtra had so much power at its disposal, we used to sell it to other States, and a power cut in Bombay was simply unthinkable. And just a few years down the line, many suburbs of the city have massive cuts, and other towns like Nasik and Pune and Nagpur have gone to the dogs. And it’s too embarrassing to even discuss the situation in our villages, those poor sods have forgotten what a lit bulb looks like. And you don’t need a degree in electronic science to figure that it’s complete mismanagement and inefficiency of our mantris that has brought us to this situation, they haven’t done their jobs, and we have to all suffer now.

And what pisses me off the most, is that these leaders aren’t the ones who will get hit… while I was waiting at Valse’s office for two hours, the A/C in his massive cabin was left on so that when the boss arrived, he could chill inside a cool, cool room. And the man had the gall to later gloat he has lunch in the dining room with the fans turned off! If such blokes are sitting in on our destiny, no wonder we are all collectively screwed.

But while saab was lunching, his other ‘fans’ were on in flow flow… all the idiotic journos from the TV media, sitting around like obedient disciples, and who later (the mantri himself said to me) were bitching that I was being too harsh in the interview! To begin with, you slime balls have sold your souls, you aren’t doing what the public expects out of you… to put some pressure on a mantri who’s clearly unfit for the job… and are instead pissing on someone who is at least trying.

People say the media explosion in India is a good thing, I am not sure about this. Because the explosion has left in its wake, vast debris of rubbish who I would not even think of calling journalists.