Sunday 15 February 2015

विळखा

मराठी दीर्घकथा "विळखा"

Marathi longish story "विळखा"

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https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3Lr8h4I9j1wZUtENHplWUtIQVU/view?usp=sharing

Monday 9 February 2015

THE DAY OF THE LITTLE GUY

7th February 2015

If you were born little, of little parents and you have stayed little, then the sight of the little fella walloping the living daylights out of the pompous, overbearing big guy will warm your heart.

7th February 2015 is now chiselled in Indian history as the Day Of The Little Guy.  They belittled him as Muffler Man.  Then they labelled him an anarchist.  When the barrels of their meagre vocabularies emptied, they scraped the bottom and came up with "monkey" and "chor" (thief).  But all that name calling in the end added up to the whimpering of the big bully who was getting licked in his own backyard.

Arvind has a little frame.  He is diminutive in size.  His dress sense is working class.  But for those of us who have been following him with hope in our hearts and a prayer on our lips, Arvind is a rational thought process that soars high above the thump-thump of the fifty-six inch chest and conjures up the fond vision of the resurrection of a dream dreamt by our parents sixty-seven years ago and thereafter systematically raped, brutalized and decimated by a political narrative largely authored by the Congress Party.

Today, millions of nameless, faceless citizens of the republic like me reach out with our trembling hands to pick up the tatters of that mutilated dream of our parents and clasp it to our chest, wondering whether miracles are possible after all.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that my two little children will one day live in a republic where they will not be judged by their family wealth or pedigree but by the content of their character and their capabilities.

Thursday 5 February 2015

WHY I WON'T

I wrote this poem a few years ago for my daughter Shaina.  Once in a while, the teacher asks kids to learn a new poem of their choice and recite it in class.  After frustrating attempts of downloading Robert Frost poems and asking the child to learn one of them, I gave up and just took the easy way out.  I wrote a poem for her to learn and recite.  In my opinion the poem reflects her nature quite well.

The poem is a thought process that me and my wife have gone through.  The poem is inspired by the thoughts of Mr. Arvind Gupta (http://www.arvindguptatoys.com/) who has been a mentor to me in the area of bringing up children.  I don't believe Mr. Gupta is aware of the fact that he has mentored me :-)



WHY I WON’T

Why must I
Go to school
When I could be
Splashing in the pool?

Why wake up
Early in the morning
And suffer my way
Through all that learning?

The book of History
Is a great big mystery …

Shivaji killed Afzal
Though I didn’t ask him to
And that’s why I
Should know his birthday too?



The book of Science
Is such a sorry old nuisance …

What, they’ll ask
Is Newton’s Law?
I care two hoots
That’s my big bad flaw?

Six and something
Is Avogadro’s number
I don’t give a squat
Ain’t buzzing ‘im even in my slumber

Math I like
Mom says I’m smart
But won’t learn no Tables
By rote and heart

Books, note-books, worksheets
Thick and mean
Brick by brick
They WALL me in

Set me free
I try to shout
Shush! they say
Take your brother’s route!

My brother is him
And I am me
He don’t skate
And I don’t read!

Give me my village
And give me the sun
To play with my animals
And have a lot of fun … !!!

Amlesh – for Shaina (written in 2012)

250 MIILLION ATTORNEYS FOR THE GOVERNMENT


TV show after show, the audience comprising Barrista coffee-sipping yuppies and their “piano class graduate” progeny in designer apparel are making our lives a common nonsensical hell hole.
Whenever the talk turns to “free water”, “free electricity” this “plague unto the republic” starts lawyering up on behalf of the government.  “Ooohh…how can you give all this free…who will pay for this…there is no free lunch…what about the economy?”

Yeah right – what about it, you dim-witted, Sula-wine-on-company-account-gulpers?

These folks have taken this entire “mind and body” shit too seriously.  I had no idea it is taught in power yoga class.  So while their smooth, perfumed bodies lie unwillingly where they truly belong – with the citizenry of this republic, their meagre-minds-for-rent cross over to the side of the government.  The brain was made to preempt this absurdity.  But it is conspicuous by its absence or passivity.  The rupee one lakh or more a year school either removed it or performed a lobotomy.

Hopefully in the absence of normal cerebral functionality, life’s hard lessons will cure  these salaried softies of their monthly bout of amnesia.  Then they may start remembering the fact that at the end of the previous month, the government took a big wet bite out of their incomes.  And the fact that every time they spend, the government takes another bite-sized nibble out of the expense.  That will be the “eureka” moment for the yuppies, when they realize that “direct taxes” and “indirect taxes” are not just phrases they learnt by rote to justify the 10 lakh rupees MBA that papa’s money bought them.

Ahhh…that was cathartic.

The fact is that barring the ingress of polluted air and egress of gas we pay for just about  everything in this country.  We pay through our noses, ears, mouths, navels…just about every aperture provisioned by mother nature.  And the government is always looking for new, lucrative holes to punch in our fiscal anatomies.

I reckon even a driver in Mumbai who barely earns Rs. 12000/- a month (and spends all of it and more) pays 15% of that – roughly Rs. 1800 a month in indirect taxes.  That’s Rs. 21600/- a year.  Small mercy that he is spared direct taxes.  The government will eventually get there, asking you to cut TDS at source for the driver and deposit it with them.  The same driver lives in a slum.  Now you may not believe this, but the average slum dweller typically spends more on electricity than the flat dweller.  A slum tenement does not get direct sunlight or sufficient air and the family has to leave the solitary light and fan on pretty much all day.  Where does the Rs. 1800 a month go?  Or where does the yuppy’s Rs. 100000/- a month go?  This question is not asked in this country.  It just goes – period.  Want something in return?  Pay additionally for it…
1.    Pay anywhere between Rs. 1000/- to Rs. 40000/- a month for your kid’s education.  And the schools and colleges suck, so pay more for the coaching class
2.    Pay for your water
3.    Pay for your electricity
4.    Pay for your own security guards at home, there’s no security on the streets anyways
5.    Pay toll for roads
6.    Get skinned by the hospitals
7.    Form Advance Locality Management committees, clean your galli and pay to lift garbage

When I was a kid,
(1)  Was almost free and good. Our taxes paid for it.  Now its expensive and lousy.
(2)  You had to pay for it but it was cheap
(3)  You had to pay for it but it was cheap
(4)  Was not really needed
(5)  You did not have to pay
(6)  For 6, folks like us could go to government hospitals…and our taxes paid for it
(7)  Was done by the municipaity and the salaries were paid out of our taxes

So between then and now, the volume of taxes collected has multiplied manifold and what we get in return dwindled down to almost nothing.  Even worse, we take this as par for the course (reference: the arguments defending the government on TV shows).

Pop quiz: If you were to be left on an island for six months as part of an endurance training (for which you paid!), given the following options with regards to what you could take with you, what would you choose:

OPTION 1 – water, food, clothes, books, medicines.
OPTION 2 – Freeways, flyovers, nuclear power plants, fiber optic networks, 300 feet statue of an inspiring historical leader.

I think it is time that schools introduced courses in irreverence where kids are made to enact plays with dialogs such as
क्या रे?  पिछले महिने tax भेजा उसका क्या किया रे? बेटी का इस्कूल इधर मेरेको call कर रहा है पैसा भेजने को.  ठेहेर तेरेको conference पे लेता हू principal के साथ.  आपस में निपटा लो.  मै डबल डबल भरने को अलीबाग से आयेला है क्या? बात करता है मेरे से...काम धंदा छोड के तुम लोग दिल्ली के election में shining मारो TVचेनल पे!  बकवास बंद कर!!  इस्कूल को कल तक पैसा भेज दे ...
Or
“क्योन बे?  जनवरी से tax का हिसाब भेजा नाही बे तूने?  क्या?  (pause while the other party speaks) टाईम नही मिला?  साले तू अकेला busy है दुनिया में बाकी हम सब झक मार रहे है क्या?  पांच दिन में मेरेको हिसाब मेरे टेबल पर चाहिये नहीतो Lokpal को call करके तेरा game कर देगा मै, क्या?  बाद में बोलने का नही - भाई लोग ने वाट लगाया करके.

That leaves us with TYPE 2 from the audience.  We scrutinized the yuppies, now we turn to the yu”bb”ies – the business folk.  These guys have a point.  They are not ignorant like the yuppies.  Read http://www.bloomberg.com/bw/magazine/in-india-tax-evasion-is-a-national-sport-07282011.html.  In case the link disappears in future, I reproduce the gist here…

Title: In India, Tax Evasion Is a National Sport
India loses 14 trillion rupees ($314 billion) from tax evasion annually, depriving it of funds for investment in roads, ports, and power, says Arun Kumar, author of The Black Economy in India.

14 trillion rupees is 14 lakh crore rupees.  India’s total tax revenues in 2014-2015 are estimated at approximately 13.64 lakh crore rupees.  I got this number from the excel posted by the Finance Ministry at http://indiabudget.nic.in/rec.asp .  So don’t even think about doubting my source.  Let me know if you would like me to email it to you.  That means,  we collect as much tax as we fail to collect.  And the corresponding deficit is  around 5 lakh crore rupees.  Clearly we are a poor country with plennnnty of money.

Consider this.  The salaried class has all its tax escape routes cut.  The mazdoor earns peanuts.  So you got to suspect the yubby when it comes to tax evasion.  And hence my conclusion is that the yubby has got it right.  He pays nothing and hence expects nothing in return.  And hence the demand “not to give them anything free.”.  What the yubby really is saying is – “who asked the yuppy and the mazdoor to pay taxes?  Let them evade taxes like me, and then it will be a fair and square हिसाब.  No give, no take.”

We shall leave the yubby untouched for another day.  Possibly for the day when we can say to him tax भर बेटा, नही तो अरविंद आयेगा.”  Gawd I hate this – I finally gave myself away.

Tuesday 3 February 2015

MAKE IN INDIA, SELL IN MUMBAI



A lot has been written and said about MAKE IN INDIA.  It is a hark back to Mahatma Gandhi’s swadeshi movement.  It’s a very positive thought.  It is better to be a country of producers than a country of importers.



MAKE IN INDIA must necessarily be coupled with SELL IN INDIA and also CAPACITY OF INDIANS TO BUY.  All the making we want to indulge in cannot be exclusively for export, right?  So let’s dwell a bit on SELL IN INDIA (CAPACITY OF INDIANS TO BUY is a bad topic – you touch upon it and you are branded a socialist).  I’ll narrow it down to SELL IN MUMBAI.  This shouldn’t distort the argument in any way, because in India if one can’t sell in Mumbai, where can one sell?



So the discussion shrinks down to SELL IN MUMBAI.  What does it take to sell in Mumbai?  Well…this is what I have been doing the past year or so unconsciously.  Take a walk down your main road – in my case it is the LJ Road in Mahim.  If I saunter down it from Mahim to Shivaji Park, such are the shops and establishments I see…



-       CATEGORY 1 – small business.  Small eateries, haircut saloon, grocery shop, bakery, stationery shop, chaiwala, tailor, dairy, gift shop, optician, photo studio, cyber café and zerox, chicken and egg shop, bicycle repair shop, pet shop, small provision store, bhel-puri shop

-       CATEGORY 2 – big business. Jeweller (सोनार), Bank, electronic appliance shop (Vijay Sales), big restaurant (Midland, Shobha), cinema theatre



I will assume that CATEGORY 2 is doing fine.  After all, it is big business.  We always assumed these guys “mint money”.  So let sleeping dogs lie.  This part of SELL IN MUMBAI is perfectly aligned with MAKE IN INDIA.  You make world class TVs in India, we are here to sell them.



We will focus on CATEGORY 1.  Shops in this category typically operate out of a road facing “gala” which measures approximately 450 square feet.  The cost of such a “gala” is in the region of 1 crore rupees.  Now we will try to build ground up the monthly cost of operating such a shop



Rent or interest cost on 1 crore rupees (Rs.)
Assumed 5% of capital cost
40000
Salary – 3 employees, Rs. 15000 each
45000
Electricity
3000
Owner’s profit
50000
20% tax
27600
TOTAL MONTHLY REVENUE
165600
Note that I have not added any other normal business cost – accounts, pest control, maintenance, depreciation etc.



Thus, the small business has to earn a revenue of Rs. 1,65,600/- per month.  If I divide that by 25 days (the number of days the business is open a month), we get Rs. 6624/- as the amount that the business has to earn every day.  Assuming that the business is open for 10 hours a day and each customer “buys” worth Rs. 100/-, we conclude that …

The small business must consistently have 6.6 customers an hour each buying worth Rs. 100.”



This is simply impossible.  There is no way the hair cutting saloon even with 3 barbers will clock that rate.  Nor the tailor, dairy, chaiwala or any other small business mentioned above.  The small eatery has an outside chance of making the cut, but talk to any small eatery owner (he sits at the counter) and you know he is struggling because his additional costs such as staff, fuel, wastage are not even factored here.



This must necessarily lead us to the conclusion that SELL IN MUMBAI for CATEGORY 1 is a non-starter.  Notice the following about most of the folks running these businesses…


- They own the “gala” and hence simply do not count the Rent or interest cost.  Which means only if you own the place can you keep your head above water.  This puts 99.99% of the population out of the “small enterprise” space


-       You will never find such a small businessmen telling you that business is so good they want their kid to run it after them.  When I used to do IT recruitment at “Tier 3 engineering colleges”, the number of kids whose working parent was a small businessman was overwhelming.  Delve deeper during the interview and you will hear a gut-wrenching story of a sinking business and a frustrated parent who has borrowed to put the kid through a grade 3 engineering school



-       If the small business parent can’t put the kid through professional education, the fond hope is “some job in the Gulf”



The same story repeats shop after shop.  Little wonder that we are faced with grim, glum and often  rude proprietors at small shops (छुट्टा नही है!).  And we expect them to be smiling and exuding a service culture!



Cut to my village, which is a “taluka place”.  It has a market street which is about 300 m in length with approximately 100 shops.  I understand that most of the “galas” are owned by the Gram Panchayat.  The average rent is Rs. 1000/- a month.  I know of a person JM who runs a small eatery – a wada pav/bhajia/tea shop.  It’s a proper shop, not a roadside “thela”.  He is up at 5 AM with great enthusiasm, preparing for the day.  He does roaring business throughout the day.  I am told that on Wednesday which is market day, the pav-walla delivers 1200 pavs to JM.  Whenever I stop at his shop, in the midst of frying and selling, he chats me up.  Always smiling broadly and genuinely, it’s a pleasure to spend 10 minutes at his shop.  We go through the usual pantomime of him refusing to accept payment and me insisting.  JM is happy.   He makes money.  His daughter just completed her tenth standard in a CBSE school at Nijampur, 30 km away.  And JM has earned enough in the last 20 years to buy 1 acre of expensive land and be in the real estate business.  Sure, in general the ordinary resident of Tala has problems which make them turn to Mumbai's wretched life.  But we are here talking only about the small entrepreneur and his ability to do business.


The sad fact about SELL IN MUMBAI is that real estate prices are a butcher.  Everybody knows it.  The government knows it.  Yet it continues.  It is absolutely no surprise that street hawkers are a rage in Mumbai.  Don’t for a moment look at them as law-breaking cheeky illegal vendors.  They are an outcome, not a strategy.  The skewed market forces in Mumbai have brought business on the street.  And that is where it will remain unless those in authority get their heads  out of the sand and realize that MAKE IN INDIA without SELL IN MUMBAI is bollocks.