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What an irony! His democratic descendants, 400 years later, have downgraded his stature to a sheer statue made of some material that will certainly be nowhere close to the quality of his construction. His robust and well architected forts make it evident even today. The Maratha King constructed and won back many forts impregnable forts and sea forts to strengthen his navy in order to fight the invaders – Moghuls, Dutch and Portuguese. Lamentably, most of the forts are in dilapidated condition. Our current day rulers are not paying any attention to reinforce them but have instead come out with a proposal to construct and install his statue at the cost of 3500 million rupees, that too in crowded Mumbai’s Nariman Point.
The king who cared for his farmers more than anything had strictly ordered his soldiers that not a single complaint of their (farmers) agricultural land being trampled will be tolerated. And look at the sense of his political posterities especially when thousands of farmers are committing suicides and shot dead in his own land.
The caretaker minister of Mumbai, Mr. Jayant Patil was the first man to propose this statue. I think his understanding about Mumbai is gimpy. The memorial must be in South Mumbai, the rulers proposed and the opposition agreed as well without any tussle.
After a long stretch of time, railways have shown astuteness or more so sympathy to Mumbaikars by increasing the local services, which has worked to commuters’ satisfaction. However, the rulers of Maharashtra have undone the good deeds of the railways. Since the men in power want the statue in South Mumbai (Nariman Point), they will indirectly be thrusting additional flow of tourist thus cramming the local train compartments, thereby nullifying the benefits of additional railway services. 
Facilitated are those fortunate representatives of people who would hopefully get inspiration and govern sitting at furlong distance, with likelihood of creating farsightedness!
The story of the statue in a nutshell goes like this:
The memorial was supposed to be built on the lines of the Statue of Liberty in the US and Swami Vivekananda Rock Memorial in Kanyakumari. The proposed 309-foot-tall statue, planned to be located off Marine Drive in the Arabian Sea had faced opposition from the Navy. It was also pointed out that the project will violate the Coastal Regulatory Zone (CRZ) norms. The state government then began searching for another location near the Gateway of India. Patil, who is the current Mumbai City District Guardian Minister also visited Worli Sea Face and Mahim Fort, in order to look for a different location for the statue.
Further, the Chief Minister comments like this: Chhatrapati Shivaji's statue will come up only in the Arabian Sea putting an end to the controversy sparked off by his deputy CM.
On the eve of the budget session, deputy CM had told the media that an alternative site was finalized, as CRZ norms would not allow a statue in the sea. CM told the state legislative council that state government would obtain all the necessary clearances from the Centre within a year and over the next five years it would strive to complete the project.
And why this insistence? For the sake of developing tourism. Shivaji might have laughed through the valleys and mountains spread through the state except in Mumbai.
Tourism Potential and Apathy
Maharashtra doesn’t have any plans or policy on tourism. Sweating locations don’t attract tourists. But robust ones do. And they are ample in Maharashtra more than enough to attract brave and patriotic tourists from any part of the world. However, the politicians here are bent more in creating and maintaining skyscrapers than forts and mountains.
The fact is that tourism was never the forte of Maharashtra and perhaps never would be in future unless the insular set up of the concerned is totally altercated.
So if not Mumbai, what’s the second option?
On the Sindhudurg coast there are many such places where everyone including Shivaji would like to ride on a bronze horse with his ultimate grace as a warrior.
Vijaydurg fort known as the Eastern Gibraltar due to its invulnerability is the best choice.
It’s an inspiring place where Shivaji himself had hoisted the saffron flag of victory after winning the Vijaydurg fort from Adil Shah of Bijapur in 1653.
According to the news float, neither the ruling party nor the opposition wants this to happen. Why? The reasons best known to them.
The reasons are overweening from the point of view of architectural and naval achievement.
We luxuriate on Rommel’s glory as the great desert warrior. However, we have forgotten that Shivaji was the best Admiral ever the world has produced. Rommel’s countrymen have strived to immortalize his magnificence. Sadly, our countrymen are least concerned about such acts.
Why Vijaydurg…..?
Vijaydurg fort is an architectural marvel that was built with strategic foresight by the revered king who hundreds of years ago exhibited a rock-solid example of what and how an infrastructure should be thus slapping a tight smack on the rulers of today who talk of robust infrastructure with their shaky tongue.
Consider this (source- wikipedia):
  1. According to unconfirmed reports, there is a 200m long, undersea/underland tunnel from the fort to the palatial Dhulap house in the village. Supposedly, the roof of the tunnel has been pinched to protect it from landslides and it is also well ventilated. Now the tunnel is partially blocked. If the presence of the tunnel can be confirmed, and the tunnel cleared, it could serve as a tourist attraction of historical and architectural interest.
  2. Recent oceanographic evidence supports the existence of an undersea wall, constructed out at sea at a depth of 8–10 m depth undersea. Made of laterite, the wall is estimated to be 122 mtrs long, 3 mtrs high & 7 mtrs broad. Attacking ships often met a watery grave after colliding against this wall.
  3. 1.5 km from the fort up the Waghotan Creek, exists the remains of a naval dock carved from rock. This is where Maratha warships were built and repaired. The ships built here were of the 400-500 tonnage capacity. This 109*70 mt dock faces the north side and is an achievement of Maratha naval architecture.
No doubt, Shivaji Maharaj is rightly called the Father of Indian Navy.
 
So instead of fighting over petty issues against the Navy and Environment department, our rulers should visit the fort and decide for themselves whether any other place can be more suitable for the unique admiral king. The urban-rich-hypocrite south Mumbai relishing on calcium carbide ripened mangoes and fishery from cold storage can never satiate the socio-cultural charm of Vijaydurg and it’s delicious mangoes on fresh fish straight from the sea.
- Divakar Kambli

Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, a name that even a newly born would be aware of. His competency on the field is unmatched. The title, “God of Cricket” is indeed apt enough when it comes to his cricket. However, like the God, creator of this universe, puts us in doubt at times that He might have done some mistakes, not everything He created is perfect, and few things of His are questionable.
Rightly so, this legendary cricketer too puts me in doubt at times. I don’t doubt the life that creates on the field with his magic wand, hitting through the mid-on, mid-off, gully, square cut, and so on – everything with adept precision. His fans/followers say “Cricket is a religion and Sachin is God” and Hayden praised Sachin, “I have seen God. He bats at no. 4 in India in Tests” – I agree to every word of praise that is bestowed on this Little Master. Yet there is something that still does not make me very likeable of him.
Recently when Sachin shifted to his Bandra residence, an abode worth Rs 39 Cr, I was happy for him, more because a Marathi mulga from Mumbai had achieved that feat. Few days later I was made to rethink about my elation. I read in newspapers that there was a discussion going on to waive off any penalty on Sachin because he had shifted into his house without obtaining an Occupation Certificate, a mandatory requirement for start living in a new house. I felt sad. A God should be treated like one only in the heaven (or hell) and not when He comes on earth, on earth He should be treated just like any other man (human) – no exceptions allowed. Thus, Sachin even if a great personality, VIP, pride of India, God of cricket should be respected likewise only when he is playing, off the field he should be treated just like a common man with equal rights/rules/regulations applicable to him.
I also remember the Ferrari case of 2002, in which the then Finance Minister made amendments to the Finance Bill of 2003 to accommodate Sachin being waved off the customs/import duty on the foreign vehicle he received. The rule at that time stated that customs duty can be waived only if a vehicle is received as a prize and not as a gift. The duty of Rs. 1.13 Cr was waived off, later though upon protest from activists, Fiat agreed to pay the import duty. All this looks clean in a way. Ferrari gifted it, Government of India decided to bypass the customs duty regulation, Fiat covered up the matter. However, had Sachin spoken a word to pay the customs duty, I presume the respect for him would have increased beyond crores. For a man who had completed a 5 year contract with WorldTel worth Rs. 30 Cr from 1995-2000 and then Rs. 80 Cr from 2001 again for next 5 years, I don’t think it would have been difficult to pay that duty of Rs. 1.13 Cr.
If you need to stand iconic you need to exhibit your prowess all round and not in one direction, because not only people who love cricket but others too observe you. Sachin’s case looks like that of Rahul Gandhi, the pseudo youth icon.
Sachin had brushed Raj Thackeray once proclaiming he is an Indian first and Mumbai belongs to every Indian. Well then my dear good Marathi mula, do should do things that appeal to entire India irrespective class, creed, color, religion, economic stature. If you are inspiration to the young kids playing cricket in the corridors of chawls, railway tracks, footpaths, please also uphold activities that will inspire every Indian to follow up. Take the rules seriously, don’t allow any regulation to be tampered, don’t pay heed to any waive-offs, discounts. Instead come ahead and respect the laws of the land, this too will add to your respect and reputation, apart from the magic of your willow.

- Amol Redij

Bespectacled, a wrinkled face and a familiar nose - Anna Hazare, the Gandhi for today’s youth. At 71 years of age, his fast unto death campaign to eradicate corruption has made everyone from a young toddler to an old compatriot go berserk. Our deep slumber ended on 5th April. This man, with his party of handful followers, started an epic fast for getting the Jan Lokpal bill approved and it phenomenally turned out to be a voice that everyone needed, a leader that everyone was waiting for. Perhaps, people are now realizing that it was either now, with this Gandhi of ours, or never.
We have been hearing about corruption ever since, many of us have probably been victims of corruption. Everyone wanted corruption out of the system. We saw many scams that put our country to shame, we read well-written essays by few eminent personalities, we saw media having moron panel to discuss/debate and howl on TV sets, bloggers writing about corruption, children speaking about anti-corruption in school elocutions but never a step taken of such magnitude was seen.
Then why does it matter now?
After facing corruption, even getting involved in it at times, why does it matter now?
Why has the issue of Lokpal Bill being discussed now when nobody took it seriously for 42 years?
Why is every Indian irrespective of age, out on the street shouting “I am Anna Hazare”?
The answer lies in the simple fact that we never had a bold voice speaking so resolutely against corruption. Even if we had any, we never saw any action being taken and as an activist puts it “This old man here is ready to put his life on a struggle to have a better India ready for the youth” – India where politics could become a career option for the educated rather than hooligans and half witted people (like now) mobbing it and exploiting the nation for their vested interests. He is ably providing a voice to help us channelize our fight and build a better nation for ourselves.
Just before his campaign, the God of Cricket, Sachin Tendulkar and the Indian team bought whole of India together in celebration. Now this man has accomplished a historical feat, a mass drive across hundreds of cities, with thousands of people (majority of which is youth) – truly an iconic crusade worth emulating.
A mellow voice, a shy smile on his face but the sheer grit to get corruption out of India has overwhelmed me, and most certainly the entire nation. Seeing the teenagers (surprisingly) with posters pasted on their t-shirts displaying “Anna Hazare hum tumhare saath hai” sends frissons in me from head to toe.
The night India won the World Cup 2011, those on the streets would have swore that it looked like a revolution, like India having achieved independence yet again – with Indian flags fluttering on every car, people shouting “Bharatmata ki Jai” slogans, et al.
Hopefully we should revive the same emotion now to honour the efforts of that 71 year old man. This time we have a new Gandhi to lead, a vision set and the enemy lies within for whom you don’t need guns or swords or canons – our own government, comprising the same people we elected with lots of hope will now be responsible for every action they take, will now be answerable for every question we ask. They will now, after almost sixty years of independence and having the tag of “the world’s largest democracy” will understand what it will mean to be really governing a country. And as for us, we will see a dawn of new dimension of politics, understanding the fundamental rights of a citizen, a cleaner system to get our questions through, a right knowledge of whom to elect and why to elect, knowledge of our basic right of knowing and questioning all the decisions taken.
This will be a result of a revolution, not a fight like the one we had sixty years ago, a revolution in the real meaning of the word. Possibly, the whole governing system will be changed, it will evolve to be better place to dwell and the mindset of society will change towards politics and towards the people that govern us. Having “ruled” the country for years, hopefully they will now learn how to “govern” it and govern it to the benefit of the people.
This all being the efforts of one man – Bespectacled, the same thin frame round spectacles, a familiar nose and those deep sunken eyes so endearing and willful.
In all good hope that we don’t let that man lose, make him look weak & lonely there; let us pledge our support for him and the cause he has put up. Let us for once, keep oneself aside and think about our nation – a nation that has in its own way and to best of its capacity conferred some privileges on us.

- Aniket Sawant

Juliet Wurr, PRO of US Consulate office in Hyderabad seems to be a romantic lady.
'It's funny people getting upset about this. I don't know about your servants...but my servant has big heavy silver anklets...that look a heck of a lot more uncomfortable and binding,' she quoted on small screen.
What a dialogue! For India!
Do they find servants in US?
Romanticism, derived perhaps from the era of Nizam, of wearing and displaying gold. No gold? Silver will do! After all the lady stays in Hyderabad and her name goes back to 400 years. But it is not the Victorian time.
The modern lady of mod American Raj Darbar deputed to stately Hyderabad forgot, this is an ebonite age in her country and let them ankle-cuff their celebrity culprits as she said, not here in Hyderabad where we too have our own H(y)ollywood.
This is a fusion with Californian effect; Tri Valley University and Celebrities,
There are some wrist watches looking like a mini copy of the radio-tag in fashion in India. One can’t tie a wrist watch of the kind and sleep comfortably. But our students’ ankles are locked with them, their batteries being recharged intermittently and enforced to continue for more than a month now.
Or does she think if an American university with a picturesque name Tri Valley is duping, migrant students from India are necessarily culprits?
In the meanwhile, the Consulate office, that too of a mighty American country has to apologize. An apparent victory!
What’s so big to make a hue and cry about such a petty mafi-nama when the democratic country invades and burns another country?
On the flip side our own buffoonery doesn’t seem to see the end. The effect being carried over since 3000 years, well past Victorian times of Juliet.
The overseas affairs minister said he was gathering information and in a way buying time.
The foreign Affairs minister isn’t serious at all, (when was he? Check his muster as a Governor of Maharashtra earlier) as it has happened to a very few students and it is necessary to think about a hundred thousand students and appeal media to stop disseminating the news.
What a perspective! And the man is incubating over international affairs.
Next day he had to eat back his words.
Times Now defied him point blank saying that they are not going to give up the issue.
Earlier when a biggest American retail chain of consumer goods decided to put the electronic-tags on their ready-mades, consumer movements there had opposed the action.
One of the most outspoken critics of the Auto-ID Center has been privacy activist Katherine Albrecht, the head of Consumers Against Supermarket Privacy Invasion and Numbering. She called for worldwide boycotts of clothing retailers to put RFID chips or "tags" on their products. Albrecht also criticized the Auto-ID Center for trying to downplay the privacy concerns over the technology after finding documents on the group's Web site that contained public relations advice on how to "neutralize opposition" to RFID systems.
In their stores hanging jeans are made to wear the e-tags over them and the attempts are challenged by the activists. However, when our students, our future is forced to wear them under the jean by the country boasting to have eradicated slavery forces, our own rulers are holding back as if suffering with fatigue of conscience.
American laws for obtaining visa are stringent and the university is sham, as such though the students enter through an agent, how can they be treated as culprits?
The fact is that we have lost our sense of self honour.
Rajputs fought to death to preserve that.
Marathas (of Shivaji) staked their lives to block millions of mogul soldiers because their self respect was alive.
In this 21st century we (the rulers of the country) have lost it in totality. The political rulers injected with sycophancy have been so anaemic, they are left with no energy to even protest.
They feel America; every time would come of her own and save us.
If you are an oil begging country why America would come to you?
But when America is butchering you, insulting you as if pre-decidedly; I mean the lowest rank officer here in India spitting an insult upon you, how can you expect America to save your honour? Formerly USSR was at least a solace.
The days to command respect met an end with Indira Gandhi.
The days to demand respect don’t seem to be anywhere near in sight. The days to beg are here matravalla.
But, do the beggars survive?
In the meanwhile, advent of universities is visible on the Indian horizon. How many of them, yes, I mean universities, would have to be radio-tagged, time only will tell.
About a month has passed. Some half a dozen radio-tags have been unfastened in instalments.
The scams here are overshadowing this international insult of Indian students. Tell me, when public memory was not short in our country. It’s a nauseating cliché.
When all the radio-tags would be removed after a few days some of the hollow show-makers will celebrate. Those suffering silently would burn candles over such blackballed souls in their minds.
- Divakar Kambli

This Dramatic Monologue is based on Robert Brownings Love among the Ruins first appeared on 10th Nov, 1855 before 155 years. The original poem depicts the ultimate object of male desire to collect material wealth in a misdirected way and hence the fall of the city.
The situation is exactly the same today. In fact, in multiplied proportion.
31st in the title is just because of the number of floors of the building in scam.

 
(Based on "Love Among The Ruins" by Robert Browning)
Now, Mumbai tipsters of towers
Not flowers
On the tranquil seashore plot of Nariman Point
Spaces they joint
Making a paper file of the land, ministers and bureaucrats remark
To embark
In the names of widows of war-soldiers dead
The rulers tread
Our country's financial capital's chief minister
Playing sinister
Kith and kin feel entering their hypothesized heaven
Surrounded by stain
Car wheels crushing excreta carrying to podium
Enjoying odium
Uniformed watchdogs protecting city and national gates
Sharing secrets
In the heart of marshland and slum
Enter political plum
The lust of money and land grab doesn't stop
Though crests drop
A billion dwellers never inhaled pure weather
They capped feather
Concentration camps moving on rails make them no difference
Signing file clearance
Prince and the queen ‘ever beating poverty drum
Mysteriously mum
The chief ministers and confreres under oath
Naked over cloth
The entire world looked with awe at new Mumbai-south
With open mouth
Where are five year national plans?
Consistency sans
Entire political career of continued corruption
Where’s interruption!
With their Bakasuri hunger of grabbing wealth
Where's the oath?
Their shenanigans and their rogueries and their guiles
Killing smiles

(Apologising Robert Browning)

- Divakar Kambli

‘Maharashtra is a mahajoke,’ a young boy from a southern state of India told me. He was in Mumbai for two years and knew about the state much more than the youth of his age from the land – politically, culturally, and financially.

‘Why?’ I asked him with a bit of disdain, though somewhere within I concurred with him.

‘See, you all here are joking. Right from a budding actor to your chief minister, people have no other business it seems!’

I couldn’t refute his statement because it was true beyond doubt.

One of the earlier two chief ministers, handsome looking than his actor son always told the anecdotes about the jokes in his career time on stage, in his interviews or on Marathi news channels. His smile is good, might have been liked by the ruling squad of the country. And hence he could have been reinstated as the chief minister. The reasons may be abundant. The Pandora box is opening and other reasons for his baxishi (the chief minister could not pronounce ‘s’ properly, he said ‘sh’ for ‘s’) may pop up soon. Then it could turn out to be a tragical humour!

“Umar-e Daraj Mangke Laye Theyy Char Din…” half of them he wasted on telling jokes and rest in obeying orders of Delhi.

Maharashtra is fond of homour. ChiVi Joshi, Acharya Atre, PuLa Deshpande and though a mainly politician, Balasaheb Thackeray, through his circuitous speeches have kept the tradition. That was a kind of - old as gold. However, over the generations the pedigree is spifflicating the legacy.

Aso.

Anyhow a minor reason caused to stop this joke and Maharashtra heaved a sigh of relief from invasion of jokes in political life.

Delhi sent an MBA to Maharashtra to rule as a CEO.

One more smart sigh of relief. An MBA would rule the state. What a fortune! Smart fellow. Smart talker with a bit extra smart tone. But this talker had a relationship with tower. Who knew? The smartness was a rudeness, who knew?

The MBA proved not to be a CEO, but yours obediently.

The bobda (dull in talks) prince is his master.

I’m coming to Mumbai to challenge ShivSena, prince messaged. Obedient CEO massaged himself for duty, collected all the police force from other duties and employed them to protect the prince as if there was going to be a borderline battle. The prince traveled with full protection in a local train specially emptied for him.

The MBA, CEO, Chief Minister of the once upon a time the most progressive, reformist state, himself left the place of his work brushing aside his formal duties and marched to the destination that prince was to visit.

Message flashed – I’m reaching within half an hour.

But he is a prince after all. He has his whims. Is it compulsory for him by law or convention to reach the destination within the stipulated time?

Would he care that chief minister of a big state, the biggest financial earner to run his kingdom, is waiting for him? Never mind. He took a diversion en route and reached his destination after couple of hours. Diversions are not new to Maharashtra!

Our CEO, visibly embarrassed, sat underneath a mango tree holding his right cheek fallen like a lorn in right hand as a policeman on a duty or a door keeper at his own cabin does.
(Memory pricked me to remember Sean Connery and Ursula Andress in the first James Bond movie, Dr. No that had a song – “underneath a mango tree”)

Has Maharashtra ever been conflicted by a more cruel joke than this?
And that even though he continued raising the towers of corruption is daily coming out before Maharashtra, India, Asia, the world, the earth, the universe and so on….

Hehi aso.

A new chief minister, wisdom prevail, that Delhi has sent.
M.S. from University of California.
He is a Member Consultative Committee, Ministry of Science and Technology, Electronics, Atomic Energy, Standing Committee on Science and Technology, Finance and Planning, Rural and Urban Development, Committee on Public Undertakings, Public Accounts Committee, Standing Committee on Energy and many others.

With such a vast range of experience of work and guts to defy the viciously powerful builder lobby in Maharashtra while assuming the already badnaam post he may wash out the buffoon’s image his predecessors have created, one feels.
Anna Hazare, the only Gandhian left in the country, also feels so.

Notwithstanding, Raj Thackeray doesn’t. The new CM’s action may soon make him change his opinion.

For me, I remember the CM in a beautiful movie packed with positive outlook, SARANSH. The chief minister at the end of the movie says to his teacher – ‘There is still a hope.’

Who would forget that chief minister enacted by Akash Khurana, the epitome of simplicity, authority, and sophistication one feels a politician should be like.

And, I hope to write soon to that young friend of mine from southern state that, Maharashtra is ‘mahawoke’ from that nightmare of joke.

- Divakar Kambli

The rural India is usually looked down upon. People mostly have tanned skin. The infrastructure doesn’t quench our malls-multiplexes-mobiles hankering. The water is examined with suspicion (it is a misnomer though). It is very rare that we, the urban crowd, might shortlist a rural area as a picnic spot, unless that area has good hotels, bars, mineral water outlets, swimming pools, and so on, even though that rural setup is full of exquisite landscapes, refreshing nature, sumptuous greenery, and compassionate people.

However, these areas, which we ignorantly brush under our carpets for they fail to offer us the comforts we desire, are stuffed with copious natural resources and forestation that can satisfy our daily basic needs.

I remember my grandfather narrating a tale to me about a family in our native place that treated the villagers with leaves of various plants and trees. The wisdom had trickled down from generation to generation. This particular family had a peculiar research methodology. And the results never failed. Almost every ailment, disease, illness was perfectly cured with the paste of leaves they offered. There were different leaves to heal different disorders. Curiosity prevailed in the village for this proficiency of theirs until one day it was revealed to a close confidant who happened to be my grandfather.

“It is simple,” said the well researched and proven doctor “our families have been observing the monkeys for long. Most of the times diseases of human beings and apes are similar. Under certain circumstances, monkeys ate the leaves of particular plants or trees. This pattern was studied for long. And thus based on hard gathered observations and sampling analysis, leaves having particular medicinal values were selected for treatment”

Indeed a genius thing that would mock at the medical science research going on in closed hi-tech ultra-modern costly research centres. Imagine the number of cute white rats that could have been spared.

One such worthiness of rural India that I recently came across is the medications that people (tribes) from these bucolic areas practice. No chemicals involved, just pure natural elements derived from plants and food products. It is indeed a wonder that these illiterate people have the innate quality of recognising the exact plant rich in medicinal value. Very apt; quite adept.

One of my friends practicing medicine as an intern in Buldhana district had told me interesting tales about the medicines people used there.

The tribal population, poor and backward socially & economically, had the abundant wealth of knowledge about the medicinal properties of the natural vegetation around and items of daily household use like coconut oil, milk, turmeric powder, jaggery, and so on. The tribes possess the inimitable erudition to heal around thirty one different human related diseases. This knowledge is the prized property of the population here and the elderly respect it to the utmost. The astuteness of medicinal plant species of these people might in future help large research organisations to develop new drugs for the welfare of the mankind. That of course if the flora and fauna are preserved in the right spirits.

Ever since the mankind has evolved, plants have been used for their medicinal values. It is a matter of pride then that these illiterate people have preserved that culture without any selfishness or asking for monetary recognition in return.

Consider for example, root extract of a plant ranbhendi mixed with curd is used to cure piles. Kidney stone can be cured in 10-15 days when treated with decoction of gokharu seeds and zingiber officinale rhizome. Powder of dried aghada plant added with honey can cure asthma in a week. Homogenised mixture of durwa, haral with honey when taken daily for a fortnight helps in maintaining youthfulness. Paste of amba kernels and fruit wall of Emblica officinalis Gaertn when applied to hair prevents baldness and enriches hair growth. Root powder of ashwagandha, askand with cow milk is used to heal nocturnal emission and strengthen the body. Leaves of chincha cooked with anthill soil are used to treat fractures. Intestinal worms can be cured by taking sitaphal seed powder with jaggery before meals for a week.

You will find numerous such examples if you go to explore wonders for tribal land. People from the tribal land have had continuous relationship with the vegetations, and thus have gained profound intelligence about the plants and their medicinal traits and that too at no cost. The tribes and people of the rural India have tremendous faith in their knowledge, their findings, and their timely proven medicines.

Today we are busy eroding the vegetations, devastating villages for our greed of constructing real estate marvels. The loss of biomass, organic productivity, insolvency of soil, mudding of water bodies are making things worrisome. We are busy acculturating and modernizing that will surely deprive us of the traditional information that the primitive indigenous societies have stored and nurtured for generations.
Nutritional supplements and herbal medicines have today become a craze of this generation. It appears and becomes nutritional or beneficial or enriched with medicinal values when it arrives from the foreign land packaged with “Made in USA” marks – is the psychology that we have developed, which unfortunately will only ruin our values, culture, and rich knowledge base.

India lives in villages. There reside the true Indians. You and I of today who munch a McD burger and sip a Coke are pseudos.

Next time when you take the bite of burger and find it as a pleasuring experience, imagine what contentment it will be bit a cashew fruit just plucked from the tree or sip coconut water from the coconut that just fell in front of your feet from the tall tree.

There is after all, a refreshing difference between the natural and the artificial.

- Amol Redij

“Greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures, the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms; greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge, has marked the upward surge of mankind and greed, you mark my words…” Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas) said in the 1987 movie, ‘Wall Street’

Considering only the movie part, I was utterly impressed with that dialog. I grew up enacting that dialog, it had very powerful words. I have seen the movie enough number of times to defeat the claimants of Sholay (insanely boring movie).

However, as stages of maturity and sanity passed in my life, I began to realise that the dialog was good enough only for the delivery part and could not actually be practiced. The upshot of Gekko’s words lessened over a period of time.

It was short-lived though. The words started resonating in my mind when India emerged a country of scams, frauds in 2010 – the CWG, the 2G, and the Adarsh.

There was Bofors in 1986, the fodder scam in 1996, the arms bribery scandal in 2001, and there were people like Harshad Mehta, Ketan Parikh, Telgi, all of which have shamed India repeatedly. Today we have the sucker-games in telecom, lands, food grains, onions, sports and possibly many more to come. The more is dug, the deeper it gets.

Laissez-faire capitalism proponents claim that it is inappropriate to out rightly reject greed as a negative quality. On the contrary greed should be considered as an overwhelming munificent force in human affairs and also an important underpinning for the capitalist system. However, there have been numerous arguments as this portrayal of greed misappropriates it with self-interest, which can be benevolent.

Time and again our country has been plagued with nuisances of various kinds. It was the real rats that spread the epidemic long time ago. The rats have now transformed into politicians, real estate honchos, bureaucrats, defence personnel et al. These blood sucking rats are running in pursuit of power and wealth with negligent thought about the disaster they are causing (and hence probably the word “rat race”).

It takes me by surprise thinking about the psyche of these people who ignorantly want to amass wealth about which they perhaps have no clue when and how they will utilise it. 1.7 lac crore, an amount beyond my imagination; I would perchance spend my entire life counting it (no pun intended).

What is it that so persistently drives the greed of accumulating money power or fame? Is it only the greed and is it pleasure giving in first place? Is peace of mind not important, forget about values or culture or family matter?

I wonder from where does this disproportionate goad to acquire material wealth beyond one’s need arises from. What is worse is this act of greed denies access to legitimate others who are in need of those resources and which can be utilised to build up a society that will give our country a look of a “developed country”. It is the greed of people like these that has left our country at the status of a “developing country”.

It is good to aspire about being rich & famous. It is ubiquitous and conventional in all the civilisations across the world. It would be rather harsh to synonymise this plain aspiration to greed. Greed is usually the far extreme of this aspiration, largely driven by the psyche of collecting huge amounts of money not to spend it but just to have its possession, when considered in terms of wealth. The extreme of consuming drinks for sheer delight is gluttony as is the fanatical greed for sex called lust; underlying psyche in both these examples remains greed.

Greed classically involves acquisition of material possession at the cost of other’s welfare.

Not only politicians or people who have power but I have seen many around me who despite having all the basic needs and freedom of luxury behave insanely yearning for more material wealth. People in their early sixties (who own a house, a car, have wife, pension, other savings, children supporting them, enjoyed vacations, enjoy alcohol, have had enough sex all their life, have enough well wishers around, good friends, etc) still crave for accumulating as much as they can. At that age, possibly, I would have fulfilled all my aspirations.

What is it then that there is something still missing in one’s life? What is this nature of ravenous hunger? Is it because of the society that we live in, which praises and recognises and worships only fame and richness?

Inner selfishness gives birth to greed; a paradox. Greed breeds on unawareness of the self. The greedy always craves for more than what is at hand, even when it is enough to satisfy his/her needs. It is an ineffectual attempt to satiate the barrenness within you. These self defeating and destructive mannerisms arise from unfulfilled puerile needs and the trauma of the adulthood that fails to catch pace with the mates around.

The focus then shifts from yourself and the dissension begins to avoid the self.

I am neither religious nor spiritual. However, I do end up subscribing to Gautam Buddha’s ideology of desire (which the greed is a part of) – the root cause of all human suffering.

- P. K. Dastoor

Recently, I came across an outwardly fragile and ill man, an aam aadmi, with inherent mental guts.

Weather being comfortably cold, it is a touring time in south peninsula. Highways are jammed with thousands of public, private buses and vehicles – a good sign of financial progress the ruling party is boasting about.

It was a lavish seven-seater on highway number 17. Little after crossing Panvel, a dhaba appeared. It was 8.30 p.m. The vehicle driver got down for his dinner. He was atypical. Unlike other drivers, generally with an expected look of having it from the hirers of the vehicle, this driver took his seemingly usual corner. His confidence while marching towards the table made it apparent.

He ordered his pint and started his evening session with an added confidence.

Our aam aadmi who had hired the vehicle didn’t approve the act. What we do at such times? Keep quiet? Discard the behavior?

This bold aam aadmi took out the visiting card of the two-car-fleet owner and rang the office from his cell phone. He narrated the story and asked to order the overconfident and apparently victorious highway sarathi of the vehicle for a retreat. The Information Technology & Telecom revolution benefit.

The sarathi with his unyielding face was initially reluctant to accept the defeat. However, he finally succumbed to his master’s orders.

Further story in a nutshell is common. The liberalization has liberalized few people in strategic positions more than others. They earn money in excess and finding difficult to cope, invest in such adventures without thinking whether it’s worthwhile or not.

Such kind of miniscule transport business with no worries for the returns or carelessness about expansion is always leading to loss as one has to hand it over to the other man who can’t be under anyone’s control and vigil. There are several possibilities of parting your money by under filling of petrol, repairing costs, thefts, imaginary bribery amounts and toll. Forget the death toll in case of drunken driving. Highway laws are different than the written ones, one has to experience himself.

The tour operators of this kind may have sought all the permissions necessary. But how can one assure the behaviour of the driver on the highway? And who is responsible of the mishaps in such cases?

Or whether we have to spend this life like the kind of deers in the jungle scared of the tigers and lions every moment on these shoddy highways that our rulers have constructed?

This man has shown the courage. Everybody can’t do that. And why everybody should do it?

Such kind of careless behaviour has led to accidents causing deaths a few times of the worshippers visiting religious places with a faith in their minds that the deity would provide them a happy life ahead!

This is an irony.

Initially I was not much enthusiastic of the taxi services of two new fleets, Meru and Easy Cab, as being carried away by the above kind of impression. But recently they have changed my opinion. The taxis are present in your porch dot at time. Their preconditions are well defined. The drivers are well behaved and in between the fleet owners’ representatives keep on enquiring about the status of the travel and finally your feedback specifically about behaviour of the drivers and the time schedule.

I hope they keep up the spirit and their upcoming small followers also do the same, liberalizing us from that Stone Age fear of the deers.

Sunk into the scams the ruling party is patting itself for the financial achievements constantly; their two leaders’, party and executive, mouths shut and paralysed during the session time though! It’s the time they take a lesson or two from the of aam aadmi of the above kind and behave with firmness when the scam scum is visible everywhere else.

At such a time a little care and concern shown for common people if exhibited by the rulers may appease us like that of the fleet.

- Divakar Kambli

Roads no more bumpy
See those streets so clean
No spats, no litter
See those parks so green

Awe!
Improved systems of security
Whitewashed buildings
Everything perfect to our envy

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Our dear big daddy Obama
Is coming to Bombay

Tell me, O Mamma!
Why all this is happening?
Who’s this Obama?
Why all this bowing?


When I go to school
Even I feel the pain
Traveling on those roads
Shattered due to rain

Nothing do I find clean
No green parks to play
When dad goes to office
Why do you pray all day?

They are doing all this
Means it can be done
Why is it then every time?
For Obama or Clinton

Dad talks about Thackeray
You talk about corruption
Grand dad about Atre
Who is talking about nation?

I don’t want to be Obama
I just need some care
Of rightfully what I deserve
I just need a little share

Tell me, Mamma
Why can’t I have such street?
Why can’t I have parks to play?
Why always, I’m offered deceit?

- RedAm

In cricket, it is said that the hook shot, though most marvelous, is the most dangerous to play. Slight misjudgment and the delivery can hit you like an uppercut, enough to bruise you for rest of your life.

Quite similarly, Ms. Arundhati Roy, our very own, who gave India its first Booker, has been smartly facing the deliveries and surviving at the benevolence of many benefit of doubts.

However, this time, she seems to have missed it. She tried a hook at the Kashmir issue, which unfortunately didn’t go well off the boundary. The timing was wrong perchance. Or maybe the tact; one shouldn’t be playing every delivery between mid-wicket and backward square-leg on the leg side. Some other shot could have possibly made Ms. Roy win praise akin Tendulkar – “pride of the nation”. However, that did not happen so and instead Arundhati had to derogate herself with a taint of “traitor of the nation”.

While her Booker might make us feel proud about the zeal, Ms. Roy’s subsequent acts have only made us feel sour about her ubiquitous performances. For no rhyme or reason, she has been pouncing on every opportunity that she thought could get her publicity and media attention, possible smitten by the honour and reputation that her cousin enjoys.

Arundhati Roy has many times critiqued on the right things. However, more than that, she opined about something that made her image and intellect spiral down. Whether she does it for publicity or to flaunt her astuteness, is something only she can answer or the media can speculate. However, parachuting between issues, like Narmada Andolan, Maoism, Kashmir, and similar, does give a sense of chasing media attention. Given that she has the caliber of winning a Booker, it doesn’t require any super intelligence about how to diplomatically tackle sensitive issues like that of Kashmir and Naxals-Maoists; she can be superbly imaginative about how to conjure up things.

The Guardian, New York Times, TIME, may all praise for the analytical views she has given on Afghanistan, Israel, Sri Lanka, Nuclear Policy but her words in India are certainly taken in a bitter tone, which if continues, can turn out to be a debacle for the pride & prestige that she once enjoyed in India.

It is unarguable that a writer like Arundhati will have myopic and distant imaginative about everything that is happening around and that she is born in a democratic-republic gives her right to expression. However, why do so through petty things that invoke more of blasphemy than eulogy. Ms. Roy has been and is a good writer – a story teller, which one of the most respected literary awards (Man Booker) also has testified. It is then surprising that her quest stalls at winning just one. Her research work too seems to be good, given the fact that she dig up issues that appeal to the masses. However, why not make use of those same research skills to come up with an unthinkable narrative that can fetch her a “Pulitzer”, may be. Or simply be like Hilary Mantel of Wolf Hall (2009 Booker Prize Winner), whose ultimate piquancy is to write, write, and write; keeping all other transient issues at bay.

It would rather be appreciated that Ms. Arundhati Roy gets evolved from and not involved in these issues of national unrest. Taking cues from these issues, glorifying them, building up characters, brewing up a fictional tale, and marching your way to the next the “Booker” or a “Nobel for Literature”, possibly looks more sensible at this time.

Your fans and book lovers surely don’t want to look at you as a “single book surprise”.
- Amol Redij

Hinjewadi, a large land mass made of farms, hillocks, mountains, and greenery all around, has witnessed staggering growth in last 6-7 years. The property prices have gone up 300 times. A farmer at one time who hailed his bullock cart as his pride, today drives Boleros, Scorpios, Fords – plurals because a single farmer owns and has the capacity to maintain multiple vehicles. The only greenery or the green shades you can see today are the green paints, if at all used, on the exteriors of the constructions that have sprouted like a swarm of locust on the same farmlands.

Jai Ho IT, Information Technology or simply said Software, Computers et al.

Hinjewadi and the surrounding areas are now thickly populated with IT professionals, an elite mass enjoying the pride that banking professionals enjoyed once upon a time. By elite I mean, one who doesn’t care how much is spent and being ignorant of the fact that they are the biggest contributors to the prevailing inflation, at least in Hinjewadi and surrounding areas – one kg of tomato in a near remote area costs Rs. X, the same will cost Rs. X+2 in an area where IT professionals reside; just because vendors think IT guys are rich, and also because IT guys don’t bargain, it’s against their pride to negotiate.

Yes, it does sound foolish.

While this habit of IT professionals does agitate me, I might still pardon them for negotiation is skill, and not everyone can master it. However, what stirs me up ecstatically is that these professionals who pledge to work “for the logic”, “by the logic”, many a times go “off the logic”.

Once a beautiful, peaceful pensioner’s paradise has now turned into a mess full of traffic, pollution. While the advent of IT in Pune has kept India shinning, the residents of are left whining. I have heard many lament about “amchya velela hey asa nhavta” (it wasn’t like this during our times). I will explain.

Reaching Hinjewadi IT Park requires you to cross a bridge, if you are coming from Wakad or Aundh. That the traffic chokes at the ends of the bridge requires no logic to understand. Also it is exciting and despicable of course to see that a bridge has been built perpendicular to the Mumbai-Pune-Bangalore highway, imagine there is a signal on a national highway. I don’t understand which engineer’s (again a class that takes pride in being logic and calculations maestro) analysis and implementation that is.

Now these IT guys flock to office in the morning and are rushing home in the evening. Everyone is in a hurry. Thus begins overtaking. Bikers are experts in this (Pune has also been known for its two wheeler population), they don’t leave a narrowest gap in which they don’t creep in, perhaps they can even ride their two wheelers on Shilpa Shetty’s curvy narrow waist. In the angst and the quest to find gaps, each one tries to get into the opposite lane thus blocking the traffic coming from opposite direction. A long serpentine queue progresses then on their side. It gets real chaotic on the middle of the bridge from where neither can you take a U turn nor can you jump off the bridge. In the haste to save few minutes, hours are wasted in that traffic congestion. But nobody understands this logic. No one wants to follow the traffic rules or the lane discipline. And all this by the same IT professionals who when in foreign countries (onsite) follow minutest of the rule. However, as soon as they land in India, discipline shreds off, logic is dumped in the trash bin, and hypocrisy creeps in.

“Oh it’s so pathetic in India. Go and see in that country, how everything is perfect, no traffic, no pollution,” they crib sitting in the car on the same bridge on which they had once tried to overtake and now are spitting out gargles of Bisleri water.

- Amol Redij