Sunday 16 September 2012

Put Some Colour in your Life



                                           Put Some Colour in Your Life
Retirement is for most of us a difficult phase –more difficult in anticipation than in living it. I am no exception to it. I have been in a state of anxiety bordering on depression with just a few months to go for my retirement. You can call it the indigo mood, indigo being the colour of the deep midnight sky.  How would I spend the next twenty years-if not thirty years-doing nothing? As I sit in my room overlooking the colony road, I watch an old gentleman- maybe in his late eighties- going with confident strides on his morning walk to the neighbourhood park. He has slowed down in the last few years and has developed a slight tilt while walking. But he remains cheerful and greets everyone –and specially the children. His warmth is spontaneous as though everyone he meets is his son/ daughter or grandchild. When I look at his stooping shoulder, scrawny and feckled legs and hands, I cannot help wondering how he has a zest for living and living happily. When I am in my class in the midst of the 18+ students, I feel ancient, far removed from their dumb charades, their giggles, their slang and sms language. I feel acute embarrassment when I neither understand nor relate to their jokes, their references to MTV music and their technological skills.  
I met the old man when he was alone sitting in the park. He had done his two rounds and was starting on his pranayam. I sat next to him and without much ado asked him the secret of his cheer and composure. He said: “So,you want to know how I always behave with a certain sang froid.”  When I nodded in concurrence, he said that is how you had also behaved when you moved from childhood to adolescence, from adolescence to adulthood, from the 30s to the 40s to the 50s and now to the 60s. I could not follow his line of thought and asked him to explain.
Do you remember Yeats’ poem  “Among the School children”, he asked me. I recalled my lectures  on Yeats and this was a very special poem I loved to teach. He asked me if I knew the Vth stanza and I recited the lines from memory:
                          What youthful mother, a shape upon her lap
                          …………………………………………………………….
                          Would think her son, did she but see that shape
                          With sixty or more winters on its head,
                          A compensation for the pang of his birth,
                          Or the uncertainty of his setting forth?
Well, said the old Man, is not Yeats asking whether a mother would regret having her child if she could envision the child as a sixty-year-old scarecrow? Yeats projects an image of a young mother and asks:  “what if she could look forward and see her son as a withered old man? Would the pain and worry of child bearing be worth the result?” The old man wistfully smiled and said:  I think of my mother and would like her to feel that I continue to be her little darling despite looking withered and old so that she would be assured that the pain and worry of child bearing was all worth it. I was amazed that despite teaching this poem for so many years I had never associated myself with the image of an old woman who was once a precious little baby on my mother’s lap.
The old man had pointed out to me how all of us try to be worthy of the life given to us when we move from stage I to stage II to the next stage till we reach our retirement age . At every stage, we change track and we live through it with great zest and enthusiasm. Why not then accept old age as the inevitable last phase and live it in the same way. He smiled and said “ We had blue in our youth to open the flow of communication and  to broaden our youthful perspective in learning new information; green in our adulthood to symbolize nature, fertility, well being; red in our later maturity to symbolize action, confidence, courage, vitality. Now that you are old and about to retire, put some orange in your life to spice things up when you feel time is dragging, and you want to get more involved in life and get relief from anxiety and depression.
I returned home from the park with a spring in my walk and with a prayer to my mother for giving me this life.

 






Wednesday 12 September 2012

To Deny Our Nothingness:A Response to Contemporary Images of India in the Media


        To Deny Our Nothingness: A Response to Contemporary Images of India in the Media.
Readers will look askance at my temerity to write this article- a daring attempt to release India from the current humiliating images that the media- in particular, the electronic media -had assiduously created in the last couple of years. While the ostensible whipping boy is the Congress, followed by politicians of all hues, the images flashed on our screens are only about us, We, the Indians.
One cannot miss the overt glee in the news anchors’ almost daily litany that they have accessed new CAG reports on one scam or the other causing a loss of many lakh crores of rupees to the exchequer that would make all the preceding losses seem trifler than a peanut. Almost every Channel (barring the Government owned Doordarshan) loudly trumpets its claim for being the first to break the scam news. Indian media seems not only ubiquitous; its detective wing outperforms the investigations of the celebrated trio in CID- (the longest running crime detective series on Sony TV Channel), Pradhuyman, Abhijeet and Daya.  Nobody seems to wonder (and worry) how Media gets access to reports right under the nose of the CAG before they are tabled in the Parliament? Why such leakages- and that too- from the office of the chief Auditor of India go undetected and those who perpetrate them go scot free? Are there no CID stars in the Government to look into this open secret of quotidian leakage? No one dares to question whether it is ethical for the media to red flag reports in advance that are primarily the parliament’s privileged documents. Today’s Media has appropriated to itself the roles of CAG, CVC, CBI and the Judiciary to go hammer and tongs at all the dramatis personae of its daily soap opera SCAM. But the truth is it cannot claim credit for exposing the scams as that belongs to the CAG. Media’s scam news is by no stretch of imagination investigative journalism. It is intrusive journalism- intruding into Government offices and using underhand means to get the reports leaked to the Media. 
The term ‘scam’ is misleading as CAG reports cannot be called scams until they are examined and accepted by the PAC after it is tabled in the Parliament. CAG assists the committee during the course of investigation. None of the 22 members of the PAC is a minister in the government and conventionally PAC is headed by a member belonging to the opposition party.  The reports become scams once the findings of the CAG are endorsed by the PAC and recommended for criminal investigation. The Media clearly jumps the gun when it flashes in the Breaking News that another scam has broken. The old adage that no one is pronounced guilty unless s/he is proved to be so, is now reversed as the Media pronounces person(s) guilty till the ‘guilty’ prove their innocence. The media ups the ante on alleged scams to the extent that India has come to be seen as one huge cauldron of corruption. The government remains paralyzed as all its efforts are towards countering the damning propaganda that goes on in the Media. This is neither  to question the CAG reports –whether they are absolutely true or had erred on the side of exaggeration- nor to question the need for Government to prove its accountability. Media’s responsibility is to make public the outcome of Government’s response to the PAC and to the Parliament but not to be judgmental, leave aside jumping the gun to allege that Government is a monstrous scamster.
For the last two years this theatre of decadence has been on our news channels. Behind rampant ethical correctness, the media has launched a blitzkrieg against Indian government, politicians and businessmen alleging corruption here, there, everywhere except in its sacred space. First it was the run up to the CWG games that was marred  by rains, dengue, delay, corruption, dug up roads, dirt and filth strewn all over the city. The foreign press taking the cue from the Indian media wrote off the CWG citing Indian inefficiency to host a major sporting event. The dirty pictures flashed on the BBC website were gleefully reprinted by the Indian media to show that India lives only in her toilets. No one questioned whether this filthy reporting was the erstwhile Empire’s way of striking back! For nearly six weeks we ground our noses in muck and filth and looked gleefully at CWG as Corruption Wealth Games played in a Hall of Shame. Passively we accepted the sobriquet ‘corrupt’ for ourselves and painted our shame in all its stains!  India stinking had reached incredible proportion.
It was left to our athletes to lift India stinking into India shining during the CWG games. But even before the victory bugle sounded the Last Post, the First Post was heard to mark the start of the investigations. The euphoria of a nation’s sporting success did not last even 24 hours as reports about Games scam to the staggering sum of Rs.8000 crores started coming in. India shaming eclipsed India’s momentary hours of shining. Media went berserk with the scam story to make a Kalmadi out of every Indian.
The 2G scam was the next that dragged the UPAII into deep mire with the Media relishing the scam story to make a Raja out of both the PM and the then FM- Mr Manmohan Singh and Mr. Chidambaram as the co-architects of the spectrum allocations scam. The discussions ad nauseam in the TV studio painted the entire UPAII as corrupt, in particular Mr.Chidambaram, till the Supreme Court gave him a clean chit. Enough mudslinging had taken place inside the TV studios and in the print media to leave Chidambaram wonder if the great Indian Ocean can wash this alleged stain off his hands? Anna came and Media raised the furore beyond perceived noise decibels to tar all the PM’s men with the same brush. The Adarsh scam-milder in comparison -was followed by the Coalgate that came as a relief for the Media suffering a brief scam-free interregnum. The Media gleefully latched onto the leaked CAG reports to affirm that Indian government is for the swindlers, by the swindlers and of the swindlers. The news is coming in that the media has accessed yet another scam report by the CAG on the Indian multi-national Oil and Natural Gas Corporation.
Is this the whole truth about We, the Indians?  Media says that as a watchdog, its duty is to expose. But this is not exposition as that is the work of the CAG. Media preens itself with the prosecutor’s robe and comes out displaying leaked papers with fluorescent marking of the alleged misdeeds of the Government. The bias in reporting is too authentic not to be missed. Every scam becomes ‘the mother of all scams’ (I do not know why the feminists are not up in arms) and the present government headed by an honest PM and consisting of quite a few men of known integrity is dubbed as the government of scamsters. For the media, this is the truth and nothing but the truth. But as far as it is concerned, it is above board, even if it makes moles out of the government employees with cakes and ale. Can the media honestly own that the fourth estate is absolutely honest and all such ‘scams’ are not paid news and bought news!
The truth is corruption is not just a UPAII phenomenon. It is a global phenomenon that has ballooned up with crony capitalism. It is there in all walks of life. Even the mosquito sprayer who visits your house waits for a wad of notes before issuing a chalan that your house is the breeding place for mosquitoes. It is not a UPAII phenomenon; it was there during the NDA regime and very much before that. What is new is the electronic eye that with the sanctioned democratic latitude can see wolves everywhere with absolute impunity. Media has become the Big Brother where everyone is under its complete surveillance abusing the freedom of expression to malign everyone in the establishment. An eerie atmosphere of fear and angst pervades the government and the bureaucracy resulting in inordinate delays to formulate and implement policies without inviting the Big Brother’s bash. The current scenario is ‘if you do, you are damned; if you don’t do, you are paralyzed’. The 1990s had seen bold steps taken by Manmohan Singh to liberate economy when the Big brother had not become too big for his boots. Not that there was no corruption then, but the BB chose to turn the Nelson’s eye in the larger interest of freeing the moribund economy from the clutches of Permit-license Raj. The government was then not hamstrung by coalition compulsions and could go ahead with its reforms. No such luxury is available to Manmohan Singh today and the government has been stopped from accelerating the gains of the last decade. The UPA government of the last eight years is credited with bringing in major reforms like the RTI and RTE.  But it could not push through other reforms such as FDI in retail, insurance, aviation etc, GST,GARR etc partly due to coalition compulsion and largely due to the opposition not allowing the Parliament to function. The Coalgate has recently paralyzed the Parliament but the Media by trial goes on where media functions within the precincts of the TV studios as the defacto opposition part. The truth is one Kalamadi or one Rajah does not make the entire cabinet. No doubt, the summer of discontent of 2010-12 is too true to be washed away. But Media has revelled in presenting a theatre of the Absurd that has made every Indian ashamed of his lineage and democratic inheritance. As a citizen of India, I feel angst and humiliation when newspapers and the electronic media in the name of freedom of expression indulge in vilification of the state without any sense of proportion. For all their self righteous talk that ‘no one shall rein us, we will ourselves rein in,’ the anti-establishment tirade the media resorts to make me wonder if we are deceptive recipients of paid news.
We have also seen how Indian Media felt highly vindicated when the NYT and Washington Post joined the media chorus in flaying the PM as an underachiever and a tragic figure. The irony is that the Media does not understand the meaning of Tragedy. Tragedy is defined as a colossal waste of the human potential. The tragic figure at the end rises up in the esteem of the audience when against all tragic catastrophes, he walks high, morally and spiritually triumphant. If Manmohan Singh is a tragic figure, let us salute him. Time will tell who were responsible in hampering the PM from his honest efforts to deny us, Indians, our nothingness and the role of media in denying us our dignity and worth as democratic citizens of India.






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