By and large, the more famous you are, the less of a journalist you are

It was a bad time in Vietnam, not as bad as it was eventually to become, but it was, in addition to all the danger and hardship, an oddly exhilarating time for me, at least in the beginning. There is in here a contradiction that every journalist should ponder; and I reflect on it still: What of us as human beings, if we are at our best in times of such misery?

David Halberstam, A Letter To My Daughter, 1982

hum bhi agar bacche hote...

saw TZP...remembered forgotten dreams..wonder if they'll ever be realised...

The AC is droning in my barely 150 sq ft office...sparsely populated today because it happens to be a sunday which is good because i get to take over a computer without the guilt pangs or someone annoyingly peeping over my shoulder...and the three television sets are set onto three of the supposedly best hindi news channels in the country right now...nope mine isnt one of them...just sometime back one had a repoter from gujarat screeching about modi's win over the celebratory music in modinagar/ahmedabad...another flashed news about shahrukh khan getting a haircut so that his famous (???) ponytail is no more with us...and a third ran a half hour special on rakhi sawant's nakhre (theres no word in english that describes what she does) after losing nach baliye...i dont even wanna think abt what my channel is playing...why doesnt the government just pass that damned bill so all of us can rest in peace...its abt time we have gag orders in place so we dont climb 10 feet walls to get the bachchan family reaction on vivek oberoi making it to teji bachchan's funeral...the dead woman is being creamated goddamit and delhi wants us to ask yash chopra and ramesh sippy 'aapko kaisa lag raha hai'...and if we got amitabh or abhishek's byte i'd even bag a raise...

and tomorrow i'm going to either speak to friends of a young girl who died while she was on a trek or work on christmas special stories...and to think of it somebody told me journalism was a noble profession...

not all ways wrong...because i have an opinion too :)

I actually wanted to write this a very long time back..actually around the time i read this edit about how the Indian media is stooping to pathetic lows...blah blah blah...
now the example our man writer chose to elucidate his point was to do with how a journalist egged on a certain Ms Chauhan in small town somewhere in Rajasthan (I'm not gonna bother with details most of us know abt the story anyways) so that he could get exclusive pics of the woman parading in her underclothes...

a lot of ppl slammed the media on manipulating the power of the camera/press but i don't see anything wrong in what happened. Nobody was concerned about what was happening with chauhan until she decided to take the step that she did and seriously she wasn't even looking vulgar for god sake...i mean most models wear bras skimpier than that and chauhan's probably not even heard of the concept of low waist undies...

that does not mean a mediaperson can tell her what to do??? Why not, i ask? Why the hell not because we are the ones who deal with the scum of the world and we know how bloody manipulative the police can get if they have to. we know the loopholes in the system that will get the accused a bail or custody. and if the police can use the very same loopholes to make money at least few of us do it for the better of the genuine complainant...yes screaming out loud helps, yes walking around almost naked helps...because that is the only way people stop and take notice...the only way ppl care to listen. We know the power of the press and day in and day out we help ppl discover the very same power too. And we see the helpless smile!

So my question is wat is wrong if the reporter helped chauhan walk the line...should he have instead backed off and let her suffer her 'fate'...oh puhlease don't even think of saying yes...just because it was a set-up the seriousness of chauhan's probs don't reduce...but aren't political speeches pre-planned too? don't they stage manage crowds at those ridiculously fake large rallies? then why pick on this woman or the journalist...frankly i think he did a great job...congratulations!!!

Where is the damned manager!!!

In Repetition, Kierkegaard's literary character Young Man laments...

I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it and why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?

shanghaier - a kidnapper who drugs men and takes them for compulsory service aboard a ship

Guilty because the police think so...

In the first week of May, Arun Ferreira was arrested in Nagpur on the charge that he handled the communications of Naxal groups in the state. The torture that he and others who were arrested along with him has left him physically debilitated. Apparently, Murali, one of the men arrested along with Arun was bleeding from the anus for days because the police forcefully ingested petrol into his system.

Ferreira is an educated man living in Bandra who has been involved in social activities for some time now. That doesn't mean that he is not guilty...BUT THAT DOES NOT PROVE HIS GUILT EITHER!

It's hard to trust that Ferriera would've been so deeply involved in Naxal activities as the police would like us to believe. And this is not because I'm generally against everything the 'corrupt system' does or because the newspaper reports about him being a family man are very convincing.

The reason is this:

In September last year, a hindi play Cotton 56 Polyester 84, written by Ramu Ramanathan, translated by Chetan Datar and directed by Sunil Shanbagh, all known names in the Mumbai theatre circle, was denied permission for performance at Nagpur because the police officials believed that the play propogated Naxal-agenda. Now I've seen one of the first performances of this play in Mumbai. I can't say I liked it much but yes I can vouch for the fact that there is nothing even remotely Naxalite in the play. As far as I can summarise it's about the transition that the Girni Kamgaars went through after the textile mills were shut down and Bhiwandi's powerlooms became textile hubs rather than the dadar-parel stretch. There's even a reference to the rise of underworld as one of the fallouts..etc etc..

There were about four performances scheduled in Nagpur and a small town nearby. Only the first performance took place at the small town where according to the director plainclothes policemen were part of the audience judging whether the play had any Naxalite undertones. Well, they must've seen something i didn't because the next day there were a truckload of police officials surrounding the Nagpur auditorium where the rest of the performances were to take place. The show was cancelled because the commissioner of police refused to meet the organisers to grant them permission and instead sent out a letter saying permission was not being granted.

A few days after this incident a book exhibition in Chandrapur was vandalised by police officials because the books were seen propogating, u guessed it, Naxalite agenda. The exhibition was organised by a delhi-based publishing house on the occassion of Ambedkar Jayanti and had nothing to do with Naxalites...considering that Ambedkar was apparently anti-communism!!!

Fact is these incidents, put together with Ferreira's arrest, only make it obvious that the police officials in 'Naxal-affected' areas are trying everything they can to suppress the freedom of expression...and unfortunately, despite efforts by a few media houses, to present the other side of the picture, the police is succeeding in squashing every voice of protest...

From the Lord of the Rings...

"I can't do this Sam.";

I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.";

What are we holding on to Sam?";

That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for."

- Sam to Frodo, at Osgiliath

(I think this is from the movie the conversation in the book happens in the chapter the stairs of cirith ungol...the words here are a bit twisted but mean more or less the same...)

Time to learn to swim?

Sometime (shud there be a space between some and time) back India Today carried a cover page graphic of the Gateway of India half submerged in the sea declaring doomsday by 2020. Maybe other publications, esp all the environmental ones have been harping on the topic for a while but i don't read them so too bad. And everybody, including the rather well-spoken (by that i mean speaking grammatical English) former mayor of Pune, has seen The Inconvenient Truth and is now all scared about the future.

About time we started worrying about the future but wierdly enough everybody still thinks its someone else's problem...the government does not seem to be in any mood to make any drastic changes in the way we live...lets face it we don't make changes for good unless somebody forces us to... so the government might as well do something. I've been trying not to litter, scraps of paper and plastic are proudly tucked away, into several pockets of numerous handbags, to be thrown into bins later. It's another matter that the 'later' happens a very long time after that but at least i make sure the scraps go into the bin after all. but I've been thinking about getting my kinetic honda to live with me so that i could have a much more convenient life. hitch is every time i think of riding the scooter i think of the gateway pic...and i wonder if getting a sailing boat would be a better investment...

Another thing...if all of Mumbai is going to be underwater in the next 13 years why are property prices still rising...

importance of a flush...

i've turned into a nomad because of a non functional flush...

never did realise how important the flush is...its quite an integral part of the loo setup but for some god forsaken reason the new house that i'm supposed to have moved into does not have one!! it has a loo...not a flush :) its not like there never was a flush in this house...just that there are only a few remnants of the contraption that stare at you insisting on making u feel so foolish that i did not check whether the pipe led to a tank at all!!! no there is no tank in the entire house that leads to the pipe...i've checked, the broker has checked and so has the plumber...mr plumber finally declared our worst fears last night.

so currently my life revolves around coaxing/threatening my broker to talk to the owner to get the damned thing repaired. the broker ofcourse care two hoots about my problem and the situation that i am in he knows my threats are as empty as a used plastic bottle flinged away into the sea bobbing to reach the shore but going further away from it all the time...

the rest of the house is awesome tho...come over sometime...do call to check if the flush has been replaced :)

At the beginning...

I am just starting this off all part of the new year jingoism (and because i am on night and i don't yet have a story to file). I've no idea what this blog is going to be like or where it is headed but i do intend to let it grow naturally...so join the ride :)