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Our books, which are our principal vehicles of expression, can reach people through impersonal mechanisms. This is what makes the world of books so uniquely democratic and accessible.
From the blog amitavghosh.com/blog/ dt. 6th Feb, 2012
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I’ll have no hiccups to rank ‘Mukhavata’ in the line of Dostoevsky and Marquez works, minus the sexual overtures. Arun Sadhu is a self-effacing author who believes in the power of fiction to ameliorate society and perhaps the only writer who shuns self-promoting in the realm where internationally recognized authors have surrendered.
Forget the promoting, interviews and reviews.
They accompany you like sycophants. Remember, reading is like wandering through a territory of solitude.
From the blog: DayWalker’s Dreambeats dt. 13th Oct, 2011
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These are two views expressed on two different blogs, both devoted to literature leading to the similar conclusion.
Amitav Ghosh (Author: River of Smoke) has expressed in this blog that was repeated in Hindustan Times of Feb7th saying: I suspect that most of us were drawn to the world of books precisely because it provided an island of quiet within the din of *tamashastan*.
In fact, the writer and the writing are omnipresent. But the bad fruits of Information Technology have poisoned the writer to fall unconscious. It’s a case similar to district editions of daily morningers where one gets information restricted to the particular district only.
All literature festivals are mostly successful only because of the attraction the readers feel about the writers and more than that the pleasure of handling the books they never could see in the local book stalls.
Akhil Bharatiya Marathi Sahitya Sammelan is a big annual event in Marathi literary world. This year it was in Chandrapur, coal mine city where the red and black clouds rule the environment along with Naxalite influence.
Everyone, but the hosts, was sceptical about the success of the event this year in Chandrapur. Many of the Marathi book publishers in Mumbai under this impression did mini events of publishing their books neglecting to participate establishing temporary stalls as the practice is.
Astonishingly the Chandrapurians and their neighbouring villages and townships proved everyone wrong. More than a lakh of appreciators of literature visited the conclave buying books worth more than thirty million. Hitherto a record figure. There were no great celebrities in large number. The President Vasant Abaji Dahake, though one of the most brilliant poets and novelists, is not a so called popular figure. However, his thoughts and analysis of why certain literary achievements in Marathi are not yet made on the large-scale universal level were eye opening and quite easy to understand even for the audience which doesn’t take the literature seriously.
The lesson that can be drawn from such an event is simple. People are hungry to read. They want more books on various subjects to see, handle and read. The local bookstall however big or sophisticated it may be doesn’t satisfy their choice. They want to choose the books and where else is a bigger opportunity than such events or medium and large scale exhibitions.
Where is the author in this? May be may not be. It does not make a great difference though his presence is expected and enjoyable.
However, when the author appears as a performer and if he has proved to be controversial, the things may go berserk. In this age of parochial thinking and disrespect, growing incidents happen, as in case of Salman Rushdie at the Jaipur Festival. The events of this kind are on such a rampant growth that someday it may happen to the innocent love story writers; who knows.
It’s the destiny of the writers. They don’t get this kind of glamour. “Instant” and “limelight-full”! It is temporary but the attraction is immense. One can’t resist it.
The actors are destined to this. They get immense fame at a go. The writers have to toil for it lifetime. But the fall also can be speedy. They are fastened together.
Another category is the reporters. They are on the forefront. They visit top notch politicians, dignitaries and rich people and hence know them directly making their life easier and so to say partially glamorous. They are showered with favours and gifts. The media displays them many times making them famous in comparison with the writers. Their editors are bereft of this like the directors of the actors. The writers have their own tiny islands that nobody is aware of.
This difference shall always prevail and the writers who know this shall march ahead winning over the time.
The media cannot make great writers. Maximum it can help shine them like a flash in the pan.
The Ramayan and Mahabharat, the works of writers, lasted over millenniums. Had Walmiki and Maharshi Vyas have to run after the media to promote them?
- Divakar Kambli

Gone are the days when media battled for communal harmony and democratic establishment in the societies across the border. It was popular and valued in the past because it spoke for the least spoken and voiced their concerns to the populace for smooth and democratic governance in the society. Factual journalism gradually perished over past few years due to exponential growth in the number of T.V. channels and Newspapers that eventually invited deadly competition amongst the media houses. And that is when ethical journalism breathed its last. While putting an end to true journalism, came a wave of sensational reporting, centralising its sole control in the hands of few ‘haves’ who operate the fourth estate of democracy the way they desire, to be specific, to influence the masses and earn the revenues out of obtuse coverage. It attracts the viewers in a large number, so is the revenue. To retain this figure and revenue, reporters are always on lookout for the spicy ‘junk food news’ that is easily sold following day in a massive number.

The presumed goal of the media houses today is to sustain the viewership and provide the audiences with sensational stories that help them increase their advertising revenue. Hardly any news is objectified in the media today. And that is due to the escalating influence of the corporate biggies who compel media to do as told by these few ‘haves’.
Media giants have with intent fallen prey to this trifling coverage (sensationalism). Only way to get rid of this mismanagement is to appoint the special censoring board that would strictly monitor the news being covered in the Media and act against those who don’t follow the stipulated norms.
- Kiran Patil

A bunch of good friends were talking being in touch few years down the line. I occupied a table next to theirs at a coffee shop, engrossed in reading Somerset Maugham’s “Of Human Bondage”, when a line by one of the youngster in the group befuddled me. It was a taunt to one their friend who probably was not a part of the latest social networking revolution, “this bugger doesn’t have a Facebook even, how to trace him and be in touch with him”
Why does one need to have an account on social networking site if you want to be in touch with your friend? I am in touch with so many of my friends, even over distances apart (saat samundar paar types), from the times when there were no mobile phones even, let alone Facebook or Orkut accounts. Writing letters on those blue coloured inland letters was fun; I still love writing letters.
I still don’t have a Facebook or Orkut account (Oh my my… what a sin! Errghh). Apologies, I am still a laggard soul in trying to be a part of this revolution, I may never be a part one – I am busy “enjoying” the Baba and Anna revolution.
I have phone numbers, email ids, residential address of all my friends with whom I want to be in touch with. I don’t understand what fun it is say “Hi”, “Whatsup” on those sites or poke, ping, buzz, like and scrap…ahh what the…..crap.
Wouldn’t it be nice instead to pick up the phone to ask your friend right away – “what’s up?”
I am still confused about what people do on these sites. The only people who have definitely benefited will be the one who created these sites. Ironically, though these sites boast of boosting connectivity with people, they actually are pushing individuals towards isolation and alienation of the self – it restricts yourself to just a table, chair, and your computer, whereas there are much better options to connect with your friends with a personal touch, perchance.
I have seen few amazingly surprising messages on these sites – “Took a refreshing shower”, “Saw the ‘most prettiest’ face in the mall today” et al. Why and where is the need to shout all this to the world? In a way you are getting infantalised by excessive usage of social networking sites. One analysis by a neuroscientist reported that usage of these social networking sites can cause attention deficit disorders, induce selfishness, hallucination of shaky virtual identity, etc.
Nothing can replace meeting friends over coffee or beer or perhaps even just like that. Real people, real conversations, real ideas should be the fascination and not passing over messages on the social networking sites, perhaps the dumbest thing to do. Social networking sites are just a media and a media is just a tool, it cannot replace real stuff.
Probably, ignoring it would be haven. I have stayed away from it for so many years and it is not difficult at all. Not being a part of this crazy revolution could also be revolutionary thing to do.

P.S. – Outside the campus of a reputed engineering college, I saw a banner – “One day seminar on Marketing Strategies using Facebook. Invited….blah blah blah…..Yours Socially”. Aaah, “You are So Silly,” I grunted. Engineering college should be motivating engineers to create something revolutionary (pun intended) like Facebook and not encouraging them to become a slave to that social conduit.


- P. K. Dastoor

“A stone in the hands of a rioter is no different than a refined looking black mike in the hands of a TV journalist”. (This is absolutely my quote, and so far no writer or journalist has mentioned it, I presume. As also is the title phrase.)
Both are used for pelting, forgetting law and conventions, deliberately.
Routinely, Nikhil Wagle, the chief editor of CNN IBN-Marathi wing did the same. This man is not ready to forget that the robe he is wearing is that of an editor and not of a reporter. Neither was he a good reporter, as he expressed. The eveninger he owned, lost skin when his chief reporter left him and started one of his own, many readers might remember.
I do not want to churn the past as NW’s favourite daily panelists do.
A couple of days ago, NW relayed a panel discussion on the survival and leadership of ShivSena, thereby breaking all the conventions.
Earlier the panelists used to eschew this subject as the concerned party’s internal matter. Not anymore and the anchors like NW are responsible for this gossip huckstering.
While talking about all morals, they took due care of not hurting the Sena Supremo, Balasaheb Thackeray, and kept on blaming his son executive president of ShivSena and a few next ranking leaders. It was obvious and loud that they are still scared of the roaring tiger’s wrath. Uddhav Thackeray is a cultured man. His command of language and pragmatism is beyond doubt. He, as far as possible, avoids answering using slang and filthy language of those who serialized such campaigns. He sent them packing out of Matoshree, the central office and his father’s residence when he took over as executive president, never to allow them enter ever. The trouble with Uddhav Thackeray is that he is not a mudslinging public orator and leader as one should be in the present times. Now-a-days, one needs to talk on the top of his voice, however illogical or nonsense it may be. One needs to apply Goebbels principles.
Uddhav Thackeray can’t do or doesn’t want to, is his dilemma, though media is ready with red carpet for that.
Now if he, let us assume that for time being, does so, then the same brigade on the TV channels would abuse him for not remaining as cultured as he was a few days before! But the man seems to be making strides as he wants, least worrying about the cock-a-hoop attitude of the discontented political rivals not able to reach to his position. His defectors approve Rahul Gandhi’s elevation to PM’s post; but not Uddhavs Thackeray’s to ShivSena Executive President. It is on recede now. He didn’t whirlpool his neck to the extent of damaging his vocal cords for that.
Now, NW. He did his journalistic career writing against Balasaheb Thackeray and Sharad Pawar as devoutly as any hardcore Satya Saibaba devotee. He and a few others like him could attract some limelight with success.
There is struggle for the gaining top slot among the leaders of ShivSena, and ShivSena as an opposition must survive, were points of NW’s childish discussion on the day.
In the process, the opponents abound, the then scared and now sure of not facing stiff resistance have started vociferating, to satisfy their own bosses.
Bhai Jagtap is slowly making a place for him as a spokesman of ruling party in Maharashtra who was scared away from a northern state as a campaigner. However his disarming tact to appreciate the opponent and then tiptoe into past and into irrelevant anecdotes is getting redundant; he perhaps is not able to make out yet.
One oily faced obscure journo panelist, I’m not sure but someone called him Yuvraj, was given the duty of opposing anything against ShivSena that comes across discussion table a la any Congress spokesmen or pro Congress editors in Delhi. He wasn’t ready to accept anything nor seemed to have understood the subject. He took delight in describing the session stories.
The representative sent by ShivSena was a new one but was not out immediately as expected by others there.
A question was raised over Uddhav Thackeray not allowing any meeting with ShivSainiks unlike Balasaheb Thackeray to whom the new batsman hit a six, pinpointing whether Sonia Gandhi allowed Bhai Jagtap any meeting anytime. The third partial umpire i.e. Nikhil Wagle sitting in anchor room (chair) intervened fast, before Bhai and declared him not out casting away the tantalizing question.
The next panelist was a Communist leader who didn’t budge from his opinion and could have been trouble maker was kept away as the wont of NW is.
Thank Chanakya, NW didn’t invite Sujata Anandan, the scrounging political editor of Hindustan Times whose life time vrat (vow) is to oppose ShivSena and as a whole Marathi political leaders one and all by deriving her knowledge and opinions discussing with her aunt in the kitchen, perhaps.
Next time call her, Mr. NW. it would be a wonderful mess for you.
In short, The Plaster of Paris Panelists were shedding crocodile tears.
I hope to look forward to such a discussion about congress and later on MNS from the quasi gutsy editor.
- DevikaRani Kamath

It was the Christmas time and Santa was bound to be around the corner. It was the time to go wishing for gifts from the white-bearded man. But we have to behave good for that.

Perhaps, the name at the bottom in Santa’s list might be that of Julian Assange, co-founder of the whistle-blower website Wikileaks. A man cursed upon right from the most powerful man on earth, the President of America, protested against by those fighting for privacy rights, branded as a terrorist by Sarah Palin, and still among the most admired men. He is a dark knight, the people’s choice for the Times Person of the Year, the messenger.

Standing for all that is good in the world, and hunted down by half the governments, he is a man we were waiting for, a man who stands up for the underdogs. Built on principles and ethics, an intriguing personality with a great philosophy behind his mottos, this man is courage personified.

A young Julian Assange was a part of a hacker group that had one of its mottos as share information. Perhaps a little inquisitiveness, personal experience and a strong sense of right and wrong has made this man we know today. Being one of the winners of Amnesty award and “one of the most influential person” he is still humble. A brain of unparalleled genius is transforming the now rotten field of journalism.

Greenday, the punk rock band asked the world, “Do you know your enemy?” and we didn’t till then. But today when the very basis of democracy is shattered by the bulk of secrets kept from the public we do realize who the enemy is. It is the regime, the very government that we elect and today Wikileaks has called for a change in this regime. The regime which wants to stay by covering their schemes, the wars they got into, the loss in those wars, is brought to open by these messengers. Julian Assange and his people revolted against the honor to obey, they brought down the silence which had been our enemy for so long. The new era for internet freedom has begun and this massive power of the internet is taming all those power-hungry politicos and bringing to the public all the dirty little secrets. 

This simple man, with very simple and straight philosophy, has showed to us the real face of the world’s most powerful democracy and the notorious secrets of other countries. A self-taught hacking expert and a computer-whiz, he is a revolution in the field of journalism, the press. The fourth pillar of democracy which sways public opinion in any direction, was till now a tool used by the governments to mould facts the way they want. We knew, the facts that we saw were not true, we knew there was also the “Other Side of the Story” but we stood silent. When incidents like 26/11 happened we thought we had enough of this silence. We rose up in violence and brought this government to senses that not always would we accept your facts. And this violence is the energy we seek now to bring reform. Wikileaks gave us channel to let this violence flow, a way to ask the government “what’s the truth?”

News supported with documents and material to prove the truth, is the new face of journalism. The sources are hidden but the documents echo the truth. The methods to acquire the documents are known yet “fool-proof”. And all this is the genius of one simple man. The power will now move in our hands when the foreman of control will be brought down, when his effigy will be burned.

But still one question lingers in the mind. Is it ethical?

Is it ok to steal the secrets of a government? And the answer lies in the fact, if we elect the people up there, we give them our trust votes then they should be entrust us about the annual spending, the wars and the losses suffered, the schemes carried out at international level. If not then the Heroes are waiting to spill the beans. It’s a choice upon the regime up there to decide. Either trust us with every step you take or acknowledge the fact that we do know who our enemy is.

- Aniket Sawant