Travel Diaries....a frogs View....!

                                                                           

Today, 30th of September, I am on my return flight from Zurich to Delhi.

We have been away travelling for last 40 days now. First to the United States and then on our way back, a four day sojourn to Switzerland. Second on the list of list for Neha, My wife.

In June 2018, when we moved to Gurgaon from Patna, I made some social network post, chest thumping of my self declared achievement. That was a rather personal satisfactory moment, not to get applauded by on Facebook.  Promptly and Rightly, Someone did point out, that I was making it sound as if I had shifted to New York. 

This post starts from New York. 

I haven’t shifted here, but the place is Home in my Heart Now.

As a family,  we have been based out of our humble village, which is back of beyond for, ever since “I”became “We.” 

Nineteen  years after we got married, moving to a big town, was a bigger achievement than living anywhere on the planet. 

My Elder Daughter Aarya, Muski As we call her. Had me convinced, on the destination and destiny  of her life. This day was being wished upon for many years and had the good wishes and all kinds of support of many good souls. 

In retrospect, it all looks obvious and maybe a cakewalk,  but I know, it is nothing short of a miracle. 

Having a dream and persistently walking towards it, not withstanding, your humble beginnings, narrow visibility from the place that we stood, it was like dreaming of a life on beach side, when we had the view from the bottom of a well.

Like the moment of moving to Gurgaon, Very few would actually understand this. Without prejudice. 

Besides, noting on experiences, this is my gratitude.
                                                                             

Three years back, Aarya, for her self known reasons, which I completely understand and support. Decided on just one place she wanted to go to after her school.  School of Visual Arts and New York City. I never thought, it would have been a possibility, She on the other hand, never thought otherwise. It was her decisiveness, that gave me strength. The universe conspired. 

We did have our moments of meltdowns and detours. It's for sure life is not going to be any easy after this.  An extremely steep climb it is.  but then, there is this thing about steep climbs, it makes us stronger, the view is amazing and we got company.

Who writes, travelogues these days. Its a thing of the past, maybe kids at school, as an academic exercise.

People travel all the time, for many its an mundane exercise. Thousands, or even lakhs of Indian students go out every year. No Big deal.

Well for Me, its a very very big deal, and If I had a way and was a little less lazy, I would write 1000 words for every day spent on this earth. Not caring whether anyone read them.

So Here it is,

We embark upon the journey of our lives, three of us, leaving one behind, Anjali, our little one at school,  for reasons strategic, compulsive, for that feeling of incompleteness and to have hopes and dreams for another day.

Everyday that moved towards this day, was eventful enough, from not taking Passports for the SAT test, Changing Date of Birth on the passport, that took us two years, three court cases and loads of bribery.  Nupur, truly, genuine friend helping us fill Visa forms and guiding us thru. The financial arrangements in the times of falling Rupee to Dollar, Which is just another story.  It was just one step at a time. 

I remember, when we were taking, professional help from Iris, my college friend to help us decide and guide thru US colleges, as she runs one of India’s top most Consultancy.  She gave us a fifty percent discount of what she charges, that too was a whooping amount for us. It was very doubtful that, we would ever be able to raise the money needed for the fee and even the consultancy fee would go in vain. Old mate Anu, for once had rationale and positive opinion. that, If we wouldn’t spend now, means we have already given up on the hope. So we did, make that payment, and followed it thru. I am glad we did that.

I exhausted almost all the money I was carrying even before I boarded the flight, booking booze at the Delhi Duty Free. It was good decision, as I knew I wont have a penny left for my booze shopping, on my return day. I was absolutely right.
                                                                                   

  

We arrived New York, in the evening. The  first sighting of The US, did not really go as per our expectations. Even the drive, from JFK to Downtown, East 23rd Street Airbnb wasn’t really too exciting. Could be various reasons, jet lag, maybe financial stress, such an ambitious project this would be, taking care of things back home. 

But, we did feel good having being able to make this happen. The Indian Driver, Banu who brought us home, got a fifty dollar tip,  I was Happy, he was very happy.

Neha and Muski, crashed immediately, even without taking their shoes off. I couldn’t sleep, and went down to take a stroll. It was Friday Night, we were at almost The happening part of town, it was buzzing.  For Me, there was this immense feeling of incompleteness.

Little later, I went and woke up Neha and Muski, took them out for a stroll.  Now, New York Grew on us. 

The Next Day, Neha, wanted a Nap in the afternoon. Ashish my College and Hostel Friend, who works on the wall Street, we hadn’t met for some 28 years, was kind enough, to take me on a stroll, a beer trail of sort, inside the New York breweries. We walked 15 kms for over 5 hours drinking some 20 kinds of beer. This is when I hadn’t slept for over 72 hours now. 

Next ten days we stayed in New York. Mornings, we did things associated with Muski’s College and later, we went on the sight seeing and experiencing the city.  The Statue of Liberty, the river cruise, Empire State, Broadway, Times Square, UN Building, whatever needed to be done, was done meticulously. Even the Suta Bombay Saree was well displayed by Neha at the glitz of Times Square and Broadway. I could even manage a quick lunch with a college friend, Rachna. Though, I had wanted a breakfast at Tiffany’s. It was booked for over a month. Its one amazing store though.

On the last day of NY, My School and Hostel Friend Padam, who lives in Albany, took us to watch the US Open. This was an amazing experience, thousands of Tennis lovers gather at just one place, this becomes a Mecca of Tennis. There are 4 different arena’s having a total capacity of seating 150 thousand people. its like a big festival of tennis. This was definitely an amazing experience.

Padam, took us all to his very beautiful House at Albany next day.  Rekha, his wife cooked us some amazing food. We learnt a lot how he took care of his kids and the mutual respect of parenting, even at a tender age of his children. Albany was a beautiful place.

 Neha’s First Cousin, Rajesh, Lives, in Phoenix. He was kind enough, to come all the way to the airport, along with his son, Sam. His 6 year old who grew really pally with me over the days.

It was at phoenix that we got a little calmed down. All this had been rather unusual, as during the days, we would be doing some activity or the other. And as it was time for us to sleep, India woke up. My phone and messages were on and things had to be taken care of back home. Invariably, I was awake after a few hours of nap and stayed on the phone. 

Grand Canyon was astonishing, Nature at its best, like an erupting Volcano, it leaves you in an awe. I wish I could see those ravines from the bottom. Sedona was Picturesque in the middle of the dessert. There are over 200 Golf courses in Phoenix, thats amazing.

Vegas, was like Kumbh or Benares, needs to be done every 4 years and definitely once in 16 years. instead of Faces of trust and faith, we saw faces content and happy. Lust and greed, momentary nature of Romance and love, lapse of reason , that thin line between everything right and wrong is so blurry here. It would be fair to say, it was New York on Steroids. I loved the place. It was frivolous, unnecessary, unrequited. It was America, it was simply LIFE.  It needs to be done again and again.

Shopping and more shopping. This place is about the innate human nature of greed. They just make you buy things you don’t want and don’t need.  Offers and more offers. We had to buy an extra suitcase to accommodate the rest, we were paying 85 dollars extra on every flight that we took, thats 5 flights X 85 we could have done all that shopping in Delhi and much more. 

I could also manage a feasibility presentation of my startup idea to a bunch of techies. Who could be prospective initial investors. 

Rajesh, Swati, Sansita and Sam. It was two weeks of family time, a new found family. An association we would love to endure and always remember. 
                                                                                

We stayed in an Hostel in San Francisco. First night had left us gasping for some fresh air. But we got used to it next day onwards.
 If I have made a mistake, I usually know it immediately. Even if rationale is experience. This was still doable. We went around, walking, cruising, bus rides. The Napa Valley Wine tour, muir woods et al. 


The sight of the Golden Gate Bridge is truly worth seeing.  The Cold breeze and Clouds, over the bridge, make it not just picturesque, but goes upto your bones.

Arvind, Anu’s Big Brother, Who lives in Menlo park, took us out for an Indian Lunch and guided tour to Stanford University, Google and Facebook campuses. He also, gave us some good suggestions for our enterprise. We also managed  to attend a startup workshop at silicon valley. Which I am sure will be rather helpful.

Neha’s First Cousin, Rohit and his wife Kamini live in Chicago, though we reached late that night. They were wide awake and we kept talking till the wee hours of next morning.  Next day, we went for a nice big tour to the city area, to get a glimpse of amazing equinox at sunset. The walks around the famed Al Capone trail and the boat rides, the river walks and just plain chill at home. An awesome experience.

By this time. I guess, it had been almost a month of travel and it was growing on us. 

One night again at New York , Muski came and stayed with us. 

Leaving her finally, gave us lumps in our throat. 

I guess, this was the day, we had been working upon all these years. 

One last leg was still awaiting us.

Switzerland. 

Even after, all that month of travel, and that heavy luggage I was tired of lifting floors over floors.  The first sight from the plane itself was mesmerising. We took a train to Lausanne, which was recommended if we had  a short visit.  The train journey, The view around the lake was, maybe like what lake Mansarovar would be. As beautiful with lovely Swans wading, calm and serene. Moreover, all that wine makes it so much better. The hotel was the best recommendation we could get.

This thing about my experiments and yearning for newer experiences. They do land us in trouble.  In wanting to experience more and different and to save some pennies, we landed ourselves on a yacht, hoping he would take us around sailing and we could spend more time and more places on the lake. I guess it was my limited understanding of French that we we never saved any penny, neither did we go to France for dinner. We landed back at Chateau d’ouchy for our meals and wines. We need to do this again.

We cut short our Lausanne stay and came back to Zurich, good decision. Caught up with a very old college friend, Tehiya . Who was kind enough to offer us drinks and dinner. Most of it she Took out time to come see us. The buildup to Oktoberfest was on at Zurich HB and, I need to do the real thing soon. Those Bavarian Women and all that German Beer is too much to resist.

Our stay at Zurich was again a good surprise, a playboy studio, high tech place, red and white and everything that you associate with playboy was right there. The masks, whips, shoes, lights, wigs, couches, The works. 

I have travelled before, to some very beautiful places. Most of the times, alone. I never liked the experience of not being able to share it. Being alone and lonely was a terrible thing. worse in pretty places.
This was a trip where I wasn't alone.
I realise being alone and lonely are two different things.
Also, I realise we pine for what is not.
That sense of incompleteness.
It satisfies me now.
This is what I had been looking for, not being content and still happy.

2017 - Year of Gratitude

There have been Years when I have gladly bid them good riddance.

Not this one, this one has been overwhelmingly full of pleasant surprises and it is imperative that I thank everyone, including GOD.

This year began with getting rid of my Gall bladder, which had been the cause of many of my ills for last years. I was told all that years of sulking had led to those acids forming into stone. Well I have gotten rid of it. Sulking, I am trying to get rid of.

I did manage to get the worst score with my new found love, Golf. I was the Wooden spoon holder this year, at the Patna Golf Club. The solace was, it can’t get worse than this. 

Like I would have ever foreseen it, our family of four is playing four ball.

We managed to start the School, back at our village, much needed and much awaited by the locals.  This was besides the note-bandi.  We managed with loads of hiccups, to form a brilliant and humble team, which worked relentlessly, consistently and totally self motivated. The efforts of this year, the founding year shall show in the years to come.

Both my kids managed to be at the same institution, which was not easy. The income tax had frozen my accounts and note-bandi had killed the cash out of market. That entire accumulated hefty fee could only be paid by the end of the year, but we managed.

We decided to set up a hospital and started working on it, this was and this surely won’t be easy but who needs easy. Deciding was the tough part.

As a family we took our first long road trip, 4200 kms, with my in-laws. It was rather brave and enduring experience. We all gained.

This year was perhaps the best Diwali of my life.  Things that I had just dreamt of all these years, like droplets of dew on flowers just gathered and added to my garden of memories. 

Small and big various unexpected moments, heartfelt conversations, people, person, places, travels and hope.

This is as good as it gets..!

The next year looks full of challenges and hopes, which surely is a wonderful thing to look forward to.

Heartfelt Gratitude.

Thank YOU… all, Thank you that …One…!

In Defence of Vijay Mallya

The Fundamental Economics of demand and price is being defied by Indian Firms.

Increase in Price reduces the demand of a product. As the price of money, in this case, Interest rates have gone up in India, the corporate indebtedness has significantly increased. So have the levels of bad debts in this country.

In almost all major economies of the world, interest rates are at an extremely low level. In the United Kingdom, interest rates have been at rock bottom for a decade. In Switzerland, they are close to zero. We have the recent case of Japan Where negative interest rates now exist.

For the 12 large corporate groups that account for 15% of all India’s debts, interest rates may be a theoretical construct that does not matter. For the hundreds of thousands of small businesses that borrow money, for the millions of small and marginal farmers, for the millions of consumers who need to borrow money to purchase housing, transport equipment and consumer durables, the Level of high interest rates has meant that the quality of life has been compromised for a generation or more.

Indian businesses, across the board, are financed by banks that are, in turn, financed by taxes, given that India’s banks are primarily state owned. Hence, for all practical purposes, India’s private corporate sector businesses are disguised public sector enterprises.

Undoubtedly, there is collusion, between, the lenders, borrowers, regulators and the political masters. One does not need to be a rocket scientist to figure out the rest of the story.

 So, how did the flamboyant kingfisher Vijay Mallya screw up?

Exactly the reason, in a jungle one needs to camouflage for survival, not be seen out of the crowd, and be vulnerable. The Indian banking sector is going down the drain and they needed a scapegoat to slaughter and be seen doing the right thing.

SBI is bigger than RBI in influence, also, too deep entrenched serving many masters over the years. There are no morals, no rules and no justice either at the top or at the bottom of the pyramid. It’s just about survival every day.

During the global financial meltdown of the last decade, governments were bailing out large corporate all over; the winds were conducive for such a dole in India too.

Mallya, a flamboyant Rajya Sabha member, having actually bought over, Hegde’s JD(S), was pushed on the front by the cunning lot of side watchers. Taxes on aviation fuel were high, making domestic airlines, bleed in their balance sheets.

Closing down the airlines, though, would have been a smarter move then, would have put the government and the rest of the economy on a negative mode.

So, the idea of a bailout was floated.

India is a socialist country, congress, realized they could not be seen helping the rich, especially, the known Mallya, so they offered him, more borrowings through, the SBI.  Other banks followed the big brother.

 Mallya had known then, where it all was heading, and eventually he headed to where he had to.

Nothing happened overnight.

The Ambani’s, Adani’s are too smart and stay camouflaged.

I have some personal experience about banking and indebtedness. Thus feel bad about Mallya.

In 2002, I borrowed Rs. 5 lakhs from SBI, by mortgaging property worth Rs. 10 lakhs, for an Agro Business. In 10 years my debt went up to Rs. 65 Lakhs, my property in mortgage value increased to Rs. 150 lakhs. Obviously, I must have paid the installments and interests for 10 years to get such an exposure.

We were a loss making company from day one.  The Agro Sector in a god forsaken, non industrious rural set up would take up more than a decade to make sense. The increase and renewal of my loan was only serving the interests and installments. Keeping me away from being an NPA or a Non Performing Asset.  Soon, I reached a state of default.

I wanted a restructuring, which was denied and subsequently, the draconian SARFESI was imposed, my property auctioned for mere Rs. 27 lakhs.

I had to pay Rs. 96 lakhs besides that as per the DRT order. And I am still a litigant, fighting for my property and trying to start afresh.

And I can’t get a loan anymore.

That’s SME banking in India and I am not the only one.

Maybe not a mansion, I am sure that Rs. 96 lakhs and some more would have got me a shack, in the same Southampton neighborhood as Mr. Mallya.

Breakfast with Reetika

Breakfast we are told is the most important meal of the day.

Having breakfast, with a soul of a clear mind, no minced words, a spiritual guru, a reki preacher, a la French teacher and a practicing Zen at the art of fast car driving, is just bliss.

For me it was providence.

Breakfast with Reetika, could not be planned, coincidence or just an opportunity.

Life and events of life happen is such a way, that it makes sense, usually late in life but sometimes instantly.

Maybe, the good people are wonderful thoughts and words are always around.  It’s just that one needs to be ready to see, hear and understand them. Same words get thru to you, on different levels at different times.

I am always in turmoil.

At times more,

My 16 year old daughter is 16 and Daughter.

It’s rhetorical, but I have never been a father to a 16 year old daughter before.

Reetika has been there, done that and composed her thoughts well.

Thus, the well received sermons.

Reetika is Pushpendra’s better half, and Puspendra is an old friend from School days, who doesn’t remember me at school. 

They run a hotel at Jaipur, Jaipur Inn. An extremely well intended, simple, affordable but graceful accommodation, for budget tourists.  To, me it reminds me of my old Hostel at Brij Nikunj, the upholstery, the toilets, the beds, people and the place. I just love being here.

At least four times a year, we drop in and park ourselves and stay for days, without missing home.

She must have realized the state of my mind. The couple called me over for breakfast, one day and then rest of the days, I am around.

I talk, usually, no wisdom, but just my mind, nothing to read between lines. I have more than many words where a comma could do.

Reetika is unwilling to listen to my garble and doesn’t mince to point that, I don’t need to talk so much.

I am propagating negative energy when I elaborately dissect my problems of now and past, trying to link things, justify actions.

Stop making other peoples life your purpose.

I am a pervert and decomposed mind.

Hah..!! Huh..!

No need, one just needs to focus on the positive things.

Joy, everything, everyday should be effort towards this one goal.

Anything else is just an excuse.

Yep! I kind of agree now…! Me including, we think we are what we are for the choices and circumstances of the past.  It is true! So what!

Life moves on, without you having a say in it, so might as well find a purpose, which makes you happy and go seeking it.

Reetika usually has a single word for your long stories. What’s amazing is that single syllable is so appropriate, it just registers and lights up your bulb.

I always look up to my Breakfast, with these conversations, the energy intake just doubles.

We have Pushpendra’s for proof, he walks up to Nahargarh fort every now and then.

Thank you Reetika!

Na Dava Na Daru - A Case against Prohibition

“Baykhari” or “Bhuskhar” is the Bihari word for Silo’s or Granary.

 It’s like a thatched conical mud house, lined with dry hay and grains stored within.

 Besides the utility of storage of grains free from pests and humidity, it’s a symbol of security, prosperity and pride. Still, in Villages, we count the number of “Baykhari” one has before giving our daughters in their family.  

My Late father used to tell me, that during the late sixties the Congress government came with a rule that, all farmers have to sell their grains to the government and government only. One was allowed to keep only a few sacks of grains in their house, just for consumption. 

The police along with the concerned department used to raid farmer’s premises, take all the grains stored and destroy the “Baykhari”. Thereby destroying ages old, a functioning system of agro storage and agrarian balance.  Destroying also their prosperity, ages old symbol of pride and chances of a good bride for their sons.

Please find a relevant article here: http://ccs.in/parking-space-poor-restrictions-imposed-marketing-movement-agricultural-goods-india

Of course, it didn’t last long, as farmers stopped growing; there was scarcity of food and famine followed. It was overzealous socialism and governments perceived morality of spoon feeding the poor nation called India.

In a similar move, the State of Bihar, through its elected members of legislative assembly, unopposed.  One fine morning decided that the Bar in my house, a symbol of prosperity and pride, is an illegal Silo and the contents of it, acquired with so much of effort, through various travels, is dangerous for the poor people of this state, also immoral.

Not much has changed since then it seems.  As the Nitish Kumar Government in Bihar, imposes complete ban on alcohol, not a single individual or group or civil society opposed it or even showed some signs of resistance.

On the other hand, Nitish Kumar has formed a Mahila Brigade to showcase his high ground on morality. Who beat drums, play with colors and burst crackers in favor of prohibition. 

It’s a staged performance, paid by the tax payers’ money, as these groups run state sponsored NGO’s, some of them housed in govt. buildings.

Undoubtedly, inebriated men had become a social nuisance in Bihar, especially in villages during last 10 years.  

Shri Kumar was the CM for these years. The booze shops increased from mere couple of hundreds to over 6000. Shops were allowed to have a drinking area too, even allowed to operate in residential and educational area.  Mr. Kumar’s logic was the govt. needs the revenue. The revenue shot up from 150 crores to 4000 crores.

Then, like the Great Samrat Asoka, Nitish had a change of heart and like Asoka, from the great warrior and war monger  became the most powerful preacher of Buddhism and peace. 

Nitish wishes to become the preacher of prohibition. 

Like Asoka, learnt that wars never get over and are expensive way to remain a renowned king, piggy backing on Buddha would make him immortal.

Nitish would make this a national issue and walk his way to the immortal chair of the Indian Prime Minister. 

Asoka did succeed to a large extent, time shall tell about Shri Kumar.

But, Sir Ji, Wars didn’t stop after Asoka and neither will the flow of alcohol, after you try to piggy back Gandhi.

Yesterday, one of my co-villagers was arrested from his house, consuming his daily dose of whiskey.  Arrested under section 47(a) of Excise laws.  We were told someone complained, thus his house was raided.  To know later, Panchayat elections are due and people are settling scores. That’s how law takes its selective turn.

The punishment is 5 to 10 years of prison for possessing, consuming or manufacturing of alcohol and in some cases death sentence too. Now that’s what we call a resolve.  

The state goes to sleep at 9 pm now. Clubs and hotels have halved their staff.  People packing for Delhi and other places.   Marriages, parties, seminars are being postponed, cancelled or moved away to other destinations.

I am sure all these people were drunkards and a bane to the Bihari society, better in other places than here.   Laloo during his arrogant days, made sure that the trader community got out of this state, leaving behind caste ridden backward and prejudiced society, a fit place to run by a nincompoop. Still, he knew his basics well; he liberated toddy and the Pasi community from the socialist congress and removed the licensing on the age old profession.

The other day, I happened to travel with my journalist friend for a story on the effect of the ban on the lives of the Pasi community.  We went to the houses of those tree climbers, their women were in tears, there was no food for last few days, as these people earn on a daily basis. Even a single day without work has direct effect on their stomach.  Police has been harassing them and breaking their utensils. Even their political leaders have abandoned their cause as they are a part of the govt. and the unanimous passing of the legislation.

Initially, the ban was supposed to be in two phases, first was ban on so called country liquor, which is nothing but flavored alcohol made out of simple distilled molasses spirit.

Later, it might have been extended to so called IMFL, whatever, that means its branded booze. Also, now, the state beverage corporation would sell them from their own 650 shops across state.

The aggrieved manufacturers and shop owners had gone to court, seeking injustice, main argument being, if booze is bad, even IMFL is booze, why should country liquor be singled out. 

Does it mean, rich have the right to drink and poor don’t? 

On the 5^th of April, the case was up for hearing, a day before that, some 50 state run shops that were to open weren’t allowed by the vigilant citizens, as they were being opened in residential areas. The mood was set for anti booze. Mr. Kumar realized his weak wicket, before the court went to hearing they decided to implement full ban. 

Putting the parties on back foot. Now, they would have to go to the drawing board again.  He cited that, there was immense support from the masses for prohibition.

Thick skin Politicians have a knack for making hay in adverse situations.

   

The Bihar Booze industry which was almost an 80K crores business, suddenly had no takers. As if no one knew who was drinking all that stuff.

There are mainly two reasons why everyone kept quiet. Primarily, the issue of morality, perceived misplaced hypocrite morality. 

Not to call a spade a spade is a civil society norm.

Second, no one wants to be seen on the wrong side of the law. 

When Nitish was on a liquor shop opening spree in 2006, the aggrieved, especially the women of the house, kept quiet and let it happen. The law was supporting the drinking business.  

Now, he is closing all shops and putting drinkers behind bars, the law supports thus better to keep quiet.

For a society to flourish, dissent is the most important ingredient.  What we have since ages instead, is hope filled yes Sayers, some have vested interest and some are just too lazy to dissent. 

They are hopeful that good things will eventually come forth.  

Oh! They will, but with your dissent.

What shall eventually happen is, bootlegging and mafia and deep rooted nexus and very powerful certain group of people and some real hooch tragedy death and death of a society. 

Good men sipping their adulterated scotches in steel glasses in quiet corners of their homes, reliant on goons for their supply and the goons shall sit on the sprawling lawns of MLA quarters and gulpthe real thing.

As for me, its Dava Daru.

A co - villager told me a certain remarkable thing.  “It’s called DAVA - DARU” meaning Medicine and liquor go together.  One has to have Daru like a Dava, Alcohol like medicine, in the right dose, not less not more for good health.

A Reluctant Liberalist.......Rest In Peace, Mr. S.V. Raju

S. V Raju Passed away a few days back. He was 81.

A mentor to me and some one who nurtured and ignited my mind, cleaning my slate filled with loads of ill conceived notions. 

He was the editor of the liberal magazine, freedom first, long time convener of the Indian liberal Group. 

The project for economic education, the Leslie sawheny program and a few more, which he made survive till his dying day.

The High court case, filed by Swatantra party against the swearing on the socialist constitution, continues for last 35 years or so. It was Raju who filed it and pursued it.

The office of PEE and discreetly of Swatantrata at Army Navy building, was amid litigation never given up, it was Raju, who led the battle.

Raju or Mr. Raju as he was fondly called, was the last official torch bearer of the erstwhile Swatantra Party, a liberal political  alternative founded by C. Rajagopalachari or Rajaji, Mino Masani, N. G. Ranga   and other Visionaries.

Some of the influencing liberals of those times included known faces like the Maharani of Jaipur, Gyatri Devi and Raja of Ramgarh, Kamakhya Narain Singh; with 19 of 44 seats that Swatantra had won as the main opposition to Nehru’s congress party.

Raju was the personal secretary to Rajaji, much later to become the executive secretary at the fag end of the party in the seventies, when Minoo Masani was old and still flying the Swatantrata flag with the white star in the middle of the blue sky, the election symbol of the party.

Of course, the party is no more. A part of it merged with the Janta party, then there were internal feud and court cases from other stalwarts, though, and technically the Maharashtra Swatantra party still exists. 

Raju, having spent time with Rajaji and Masani all his life and seen the end of Swatantra, had learnt a lot from the demise of the great movement.  

With euphoria in the times of socialism, Liberalism was lost, so were the hero’s forgotten, being ahead of their times.  Then, it was the 1990’s and Manmohan Singh happened to India, Liberal economics and liberalism was being confused. People were looking for answers; Masani was no more, it was all left to Raju to make whatever out of it.

He had a job to do; he was at best doing what he did. But, then there was no Rajaji and no Masani. He was a reluctant Activist, who did his job.

He kept the dialog on, sprouts of liberal or so called liberal activists and groups came up, individuals wanting to be under an umbrella, still not wanting to lose their individuality and merge.Joshi started shetkari sangathna and later the Swatantra Bharat party, eventually to take Shiv sena support in Rajya sabha, later we see, Jayprakash Narayan  aligning with BJP.  This was the time, there was immense pressure on restarting Swatantra, and possibly it would have succeeded, if Raju had the ability like that of Rajaji.

But he was Raju not Rajaji.

He was reluctant, there were differences, and rarely did he take firm stand, when people saw his as the liberal epitome, but he had seen the great party fall, and he was over cautious, better to have a good memory then an uncertain future. The party of course, never happened.

Indian Liberal Group was revived, instantly having strong 3000 members, across India. It was a think tank and a platform.  Like the Indian railway platform, we kept waiting for the party to come across, which never came. Instead came, the NGO style activism, looking for funds for seminars and conclaves.   Some sycophancy of prearranged voting’s on agenda’s and resolutions. Swatantrata core was being lost and soft socialism was creeping in. This drove the activism out.

Some of us quit by writing heartfelt letters.  Raju wrote back, “you shall need to die to leave the organization, you see, you are life members”. We used to meet for courtesy calls and some common platforms.

He was the keeper to a glorious political inheritance. He had seen the infighting and factionalism in Swatantra, so he was suspicious of people trying to steal the legacy, he had major differences on petty things, disliked anyone who was trying to preach liberalism other than him. Once he yelled at me for idolizing Ayan Rand or befriending any other right thinkers. He called them poachers.

He used to say, “Two liberals have three views” “let’s agree to disagree”.  But then he was a human and an Indian. He did have his soft spots and fell prey to sycophancy same thing he abhorred.

With my deficit in intellect, I used to have a lot of open probes with him to fill my void.

“Congress and its policies are bad for the country and its men, but RSS and BJP combine is enemy of mankind”. Well, some of the good people he had known did write lately that he had supported Modi. This is not strange.

If the BJP could steal, Patel, Gandhi and Ambedkar’s legacy, Swatantrata being the main opposition to congress, becomes a natural ally to the BJP, does it not.

This was exactly, why Swatantrata was needed Mr. Raju.

May your soul rest in peace

Sauvik Chakraverti - an antidote to life - Rest In Peace.

There has to be something as compelling as this to get back to facebook,
Sauvik chakraverti is no more, well not on earth as a physical being at least.

I have very faint idea of where he was born and all that necessities required for a proper obituary.
but, he surely was born and lived and walked this planet, more living and loud than many of us.

He instigated, like me many others to think before thinking, and still more thinking before speaking and deeper still before writing.
A few people who could change the way you perceive and live your life,  for me, it was either Ayan Rand or Sauvik.
A Guru in true sense,
An absolute chest out  libertarian, loud and very loud.
A little flinch or hesitation in your thought process could bring out a thousand decibel FUCK YOU from him!
He couldn't care less!
In Brief, Governments and taxes are absolutely unnecessary. Socialism is a disease. Individual is the king, Religion is a sole mans discretion. Smoke your guts out!! Brew your own booze.

Be thrifty with words, use two, when you could express in two.

I am lucky to have known him and filled his chilam now and then.
Couriered half a kilo of Baluchar from bhagalpur, in a 800 page book, carved from inside.
Smoked, Malana at the bar counter of Delhi Gym with Soli Sorabji staring.

There could be no one as clear and concise in thoughts on Society and Government.

He studied at the worlds best institutions, quit as a serving IPS, and just lectured and wrote against the Socialist Governments. Won many acclaims and much more hearts.

Many Feared him, even friends, so many times, cautioned, be aware of Sauvik, he is better to read than listen.

Well, Good bye Friend, Words are all we have.