Dec 9, 2011

Sibal sahab ne keh diya keh diya “U R my SONIA”

By Manash Pratim Gohain

Sibal sahab, how low will you stoop? If we are to believe (and I do believe), on December 5, 2011 the New York Times reported that you summoned Facebook authorities and showed them a morphed picture of Sonia Gandhi with Prime Minister Manmohan Singh, which you alleged is in bad taste and unacceptable. Before proceeding further I want to say that most of us saw that hilarious post and had some lighter moments amidst the gloom of inflation, poverty, corruption, arrogance of power and what not.


Kapil sahab, retrospectively in interviews you pointed out your concern about how social media is a potent weapon against India's stability, security or secular fabric. But we all know what a failed advocacy it is 'o great lawyer’! Your action as a minister (have you ever realised the great responsibility you hold in a poor country like ours with starving souls in pain for just a handful of leftovers?) is a deep rooted sycophancy and how you failed to educate yourself despite holding enrolment numbers of hallowed campuses like the Harvard Law School and St Stephen's College. You have been anointed as the new ‘darwan’ (thank that I am not using the three letter word you are) of the 'Gandhi' family.

You were pained at the post which was unacceptable to you because it was on the Khan opps 'Gandhi' family. But you never let out even a whimper at Shashi Tharoor who called us 'cattle class'. That itself measured the yardstick of your class, the way you barked at the constituency which elected you to the chair.

By your conduct I assumed you are arrogant, sycophant, power hungry, manipulative and a cheat. But since December 5, I along with a few crore Indians, realised that you are an idiot too. Why? Because your alibi of damaging the ‘iconic’ image of the 'Gandhi family' and their sycophants and social media posing a threat to national security are nothing but cock and bull stories.


Suppose for once we agree that you are really concerned that the social media is a potent threat to the country. Kapil sahab, then allow me to demolish your feigned concern of social media threatening national security. Kasab never entered India with the help of Facebook and Twitter. The consolidation of fanatics to destroy Babri Masjid happened without Facebook and Twitter and the Gujarat riots and Samjhauta blasts as well.  People consolidated and violated all rights without any social media's role and this section of consolidation which followed the political class blindly never was, is or will be a part of the educated social media and will continue to violate every human right, because of their ignorance and socio-economic disadvantage. And remember, it has always been the political class which led such violations.

In fact, since the social media became a vehicle of information and a platform for consolidation of social cause, things have been at their regimental best. Have we not been witnessed to how Anna's movement was peacefully synchronised across India? Despite arrests there were no flare ups. Things instead of going out of hand became better organised. Anna's hunger strike is a classic example of use of Facebook and Twitter to fight against corruption.

So Kapil sahab, is this not an attempt to block all ideas of social cause, to block all routes of information and discussion so that the educated mass cannot consolidate in a judicious opinion making process against the political class? Is this not an attempt to restore the image of the corrupt? Is this not an attempt stop your class being painted with the same brush?

Or is it because faced with uneasy online spread of the dirty game of unprofessional Indian politics and the shameless acts of the 'rulers of the country', the politicians fear the creation of opinion and the fallout hatred reflecting during the elections?

If these are the reasons for your attempt to plug the network, I am sorry to say that you are actually an idiot and way off target.

The political class has already being painted black and for that we don't need the social media. The abuses we hurl at your class don't need Facebook. The opinions we have generated are not based on Twitter. We have always been discussing them with our friends, neighbours, and the poor rickshaw puller in dirty sweat and at the tea stall or at the evening ‘adda’. The only difference is that today we are discussing and confessing our views on your clan with a larger group of friends on Facebook!

All we can deduce from your idiotic move is that we are not suppose to react, opine or shout back on the gross mischief of the politicians, their arrogance after the loot, their complete insensitivity towards a poor country like India where lakhs of babies are going hungry in their mother's dry bosom at the red lights. We are not supposed to feel and write an abusive Facebook status even when in some remote village farmers die en mass of poverty while lakhs of tonnes of grains rot.

Then let me assure you, all your attempts to curtail our freedom will be greeted with nothing less than shoes and chappals flying your way. And your anxiety is real that the online media and its remarkable omnipresence is threatening to become an alarm clock, reminding us every day the thousands of scams and the dirty games our politicians have been playing with us. The social media has the potential to be a classic tool to help us create public opinion. After all the government want us to forget 2G, CWG, Adarsh, and thousand other scams within next the 2 years before we proceed to exercise our franchise.

Historically there has been no instance where social media incited communal tension or riots. What the government fears is that social media should not incite people against movement like anti-corruption, or bring people together against tyrannical rule like what happened in Egypt or Libya. The filter process mooted in the name of cleaning up the social media from defaming Sonia Gandhi is actually the attempt by the political class to keep the voters from consolidating on issues on a more informed manner.

And which is why suddenly in Facebook the politicians are reading the future in advance, and Twitter has become a bitter pill.

Dec 7, 2011

Students pour out woes on postcards, seek judicial help; Times of India, December 07, 2011, Page 4

At 20, World Book Fair gets bigger; Times of India, December 02, 2011, Page 6

Cops unearth terror factory: Seize ammo, grenade launchers; Times of India, December 01, 2011, Page 4

Pained by neglect, physiotherapists protest; Times of India, November 30, 2011, Page 5

Semester shock: Student with 78% attendance barred; Times of India, November 30, 2011, Page 5

DU’s placement cell gets first foreign client; Times of India, November 29, 2011, Page 4

DTU staff to go on mass leave over service rules; Times of India, November 29, 2011, Page 5

Govt school parents get RTE advantage; Times of India, November 27, 2011, Page 6

Library gives way to peace centre, staffers miffed; Times of India, November 27, 2011, Page 7

Dec 1, 2011

Fundamentally a Deadly Imposition

By Manash Pratim Gohain


Be it 100%, 51% or 26%, in the political circus of wholesale FDI market, the common man has been reduced to a clown and forced to pay the price, and a retail one at that.

The idea is to sell us milk by milking us; sell us ghee to burn our pockets; sell us high calorie chips to make us obese; sell us aerated drinks and then force us to fight the ill effects. The inconclusive debate that this is a STATE subject is ultimately a ploy to keep our wallets lean and thin.

FDI lets you live in a fool’s paradise: you think you’re gaining, but in reality, it’s only draining you out. It’s a move to flush the urban middle class of their disposable income on a monthly basis, just like the ‘flushmatic’ (an instant toilet cleaner by Harpic) offers in departmental stores where you’re offered a freebie if you buy two of its kind. Two flushmatics were good enough to keep our toilets clean for 45 days; it required one to buy four pieces to keep their toilets clean for three months. Now, the same job requires nine pieces, given the fact that the freebies are now offered in terms of packets, not pieces. The logic: you need to have a ‘big’ heart to shop in these modern ‘big bazaars’.

There was a time in the recent past, when with a take-home pay of Rs 25,000, I could afford a lavish lifestyle and buy comforts for my family, repay a car loan in small EMIs, pay an FD of Rs 3,000, pay my medical bills in cash (without a sweaty brow), and still save enough to go out for a drink on weekends.

Today, my modest income of Rs 75,000 barely keeps me afloat for a week or two. Inflation is not to be blamed (UPA, thank me if you’re listening). The magnanimous big bazaars don’t keep 1kg atta, so they force me to buy those big 10-kilo packs. I buy a litre of mango juice and also end up buying apple juice and orange crush (COMBO is the mantra you need to remember) without caring two hoots about the unhealthy elements in those packaged drinks. And yes, the Pepsis, Cokes, Limcas and Sprites fill up the shopping cart as the “discount” offers go up. The triple pack (bound together post factory packaging) means I’m eating three times more. And then, the antacids fill the vacant spaces to come in handy later.

Then the oodles of noodles, and frozen stuff in dozens have made life so “easy” you know. ‘Simple’ 250gm frozen food packs costing Rs 50 have now replaced the papayas, boiled eggs, bread-butter and milk breakfast or even the boring roti sabji. The dosa and idli mixes have suddenly become messy, and MTR is the ‘in-thing’. For us fresh mutton today comes for a whopping Rs 350 a kilo; yet we will not crib paying Rs 50 for 100 grams of month-old frozen mutton. And no one is complaining, for, we need to have big hearts to shop at the big marts.

This retail boom has also affected my fridge. The vegetable cabinet now hosts ready-to-eat Manchurian and kofta curry. Frozen items have replaced fresh items, and with it, my body’s immunity, too, has frozen. I go bananas visiting hospitals, as ailments are quick to catch me, for the fresh bananas and apples are long gone from my diet. In the hospitals I am from the upwardly mobile class needing healthy intervention. Result is that the gallons of carbonated drinks, frozen fast food is now costing me Rs 25,000 to get lipid profile, LFT, KFT, ultrasound, and some more latest test done which makes me sound that I will fall dead before I complete this sentence.

The marts are profiting; everyone else is profiting here, except me. And I wonder where all this is headed. As for me, I have a feeling that in the US when the news broke that India is laying the red carpet they simply smirked “FDI --_ F***  D  Indians.”

Nov 21, 2011

Plan to help kids with learning disabilities; Times of India, November 21, 2011, Page 6

Fingers crossed as DU kickstarts sems; Times of India, November 19, 2011, Page 2

Go urban, go green: Jairam; Times of India, November 04, 2011, Page 6

City falters in education, health no better; Times of India, November 04, 2011, Page 2

CBSE to offer four new vocational courses; Times of India, November 03, 2011, Page 3

New syllabus worries economics students; Times of India, November 03, 2011, Page 7

DU students bring NE adda to town; Times of India, November 01, 2011, Page 5

14 govt schools refuse inspection; Times of India, November 01, 2011, Page 9

‘Questioning authority seen as blasphemous’; Times of India, October 30, 2011, Page 14

Lessons not to learn; Times of India, October 30, 2011, Page 14

Nov 10, 2011

LIFE IS NOT DEATH

By Manash Pratim Gohain

"Kohua bon mur oxanto mon
aalphul hatere lua xaboti
O eti eti khon jen mukutare dhon
Eneye heruwale nahe ubhoti....." (my heart is just restless kohua grass; hold on to every passing moment like  priceless pearls with love; they will never come back)

'Xudhakantha' (one with the magical voice) DR BHUPEN HAZARIKA: He was a leftist, he changed his politics to extreme right, but never played a central part; come what may he sang from his heart.

He drew blood for the soil, he appeased Bangladeshis, he dreamt of religious harmony, he was at a captive end, but he lived his life from his heart.

In your words you said it Bhupen da: "Mur gaan houk bohu asthahinotar biporite ek gobhir aasthar gaan..." (Let my songs be a source of inspiration amidst wide spread gloom)

Even at 85 his explanations and conversation are pregnant with innocence of a child, the rebel of the adult heart and obviously the maturity of a life complete.

He sang his life to glory, bringing tears, giving hope, bled many hearts, made the spring air dance in romance and mixed the fragrance of Kopou (foxtail orchid) with Assamese femininity.

He was inspired, he is an inspiration. He is educated and he educates, he was incited and he incites. He joined us when Assam was in a deep slumber and for seven decades and more he dawned on us as a guiding light.

Wasn't he the: "Kaal ratrir bukute lukai aasil ei probhat, buji la ne nai..." (In the heart of the darkest night lies a bright dawn)

The Bard of Brahmaputra, the man with his inseparable black Nepali cap with the khukuri pin till his death, is a celebration for one and all from the region we loosely refer as North East, as well as in Bangladesh, Nepal and Bengal. His sang for every occasion, for every reason, for every season, for every lover and specially for the river. The impact of his songs, words and presence in our socio-political-cultural milieu is nothing less than our mighty Brahmaputra.

Did I meet him once or those meetings continue? Personally a bouquet, which at death blooms into a recollection. It was my birth right to meet him. I met him first at the HMV and EMI cassettes, and I still live with those vivid memories of struggle to keep the magnetic running, met him at innumerable bihu tolis and in my mother's narration on his visit to Darang College when she was a resident there. His live composition of "xitore xemeka rati..." and the day she performed on the stage as he sang "shyam kanu..." Met him many a times in dejected hearts, or in the undying spirit of those ready to take the metal in the heart. And it has been simply musical.

But it was at his residence in Guwahati, where I realised the presence of a legend I know was always there, just like the river whose presence can be felt only when you feel its current. He didn't sing for me, neither for us (which is why I got an opportunity to meet him). But even that "no" offered a two hour journey of a life time (the year could be anything between 1991 to 1994). After restraining from music till the end, he did present a mushy romantic bihu to my delight as I walked out. And the last in flesh and blood was at Nehru Stadium (probably 1996) when the genius shared and enthralled us with Lata Mangeshkar.

His critics may say he faltered. They simply missed out on a good review of a masterpiece should I say. He loved the "megh", the neyor" and he found peace and harmony in "Pua Mecca". His poetry with Brahmaputra transcends caste, creed, religion and hatred. Needless to say this Assamese is a much a Mishing, as much as a Bodo, a Nepali forever, and someone whom the Bengalis think is a Bengali.

Bhupenda we remember your words: "hoitu nitou hazar jonor hazar xorai pam..tothapi kio bexex jonor morom bisari jam..." (I may get thousand accolades from others, but will always return to seek the love of my own)

He is the Assamese sentiment, he is the river himself, which is why he changed course.

"Ami axomiya nohou dukhiya" (we Assamese will never be poor). Indeed he left a tradition of richness, rich enough for us to dream big.

Factfile: (Not in order)
* Born on September 8, 1926 at Sadiya, Assam to Nilakanta and Shantipriya Hazarika.

* Died on November 5, 2011 at 4.23pm at Kokilaben Dhirubhai Ambani Hospital and Medical Research Institute, Mumbai.

* Xudhakantha - In 1968, then Assam Sahitya Sabha president Late Ananda Chandra Baruah honoured Assamese legendary singer, poet, music composer, filmmaker and a prominent litterateur Dr Bhupen Hazarika with a title "Xudhakantha" at a programme held at Banshi Gopal Natya Mandir in Majuli.

* Bangladesh Government has honoured Dr Bhupen Hazarika with Muktiyodha Padak, the highest civilian award of Bangladesh

* He first sang (Biswa Bijoy Nojowan) as a 10-year-old kid in cultural doyen Jyotiprasad Agarwalla’s second film “Indramalati” in 1939.

* Completed PhD from Columbia University in the early 1950s on how cultural tools can be used to spread the reach of adult education.

* He wrote, composed and sang more than 1,500 songs.

* In 1992 he was conferred with India’s highest honour in cinema, the Dada Saheb Phalke Award.

* He was conferred with the Padma Shri in 1977.

* Honoured with the Padma Bhushan in 2001.

* Honoured as Assam Ratna in 2009.

* Edited a popular magazine 'Amaar Pratinidhi'.

* He also served one term in the Assam Assembly as a Left-leaning independent politician in the late 1960s. But his attempt to enter the Indian Parliament as a BJP candidate almost four decades later didn't materialised.

* He served as the chairman of the Sangeet Natak Akademi.

* President of Assam Sahitya Sabha in 1993.

* Award for the Best Regional Film (Chameli Memsaab; Music by Bhupen Hazarika) in the 23rd National Film Awards in 1975.

NOTE: As I board the New Delhi-Ajmer Satabdi for Rajasthan, Assam grieves on the final journey of Dr Bhupen Hazarika on November 9, 2011. It leaves me some six free hours. Here are a few thoughts on Dr Bhupen Hazarika from a novice who knows not how to pay tribute.

Oct 17, 2011

‘Introduce Ramanujan essay again’; Times of India, October 16, 2011, Page 9


Ramjas: 2nd yr students under lens; Times of India, October 16, 2011, Page 10


HRD min babu in dock over dalit remark; Times of India, October 15, 2011, Page 13


Anna protests took the virtual world by storm; Times of India, October 15, 2011, Page 7


Indian students lead rush for foreign MBA degrees: Survey; Times of India, October 03, 2011, Page 6


IIM eyeing global B-schools, sets up hi-tech labs for CAT aspirants; Times of India, October 03, 2011, Page 5



City college to host first ‘bookbazaar’; Times of India, October 02, 2011, Page 9


‘67% teachers are not comfortable with CCE’; Times of India, September 29, 2011, Page 2


Medics clear test under HC supervision; Times of India, September 23, 2011, Page 7


Failed in 1st yr BSc, can return as fresher now; Times of India, September 22, 2011, Page 5


JNU prof cheated by credit card swindlers; Times of India, September 21, 2011, Page 5


Aspirants for PG law in the cold with UG results not out; Times of India, September 18, 2011, Page 4


DU innovation centre cleared after protests; Times of India, September 04, 2011, Page 7


DU asks CBI to probe medical test ‘scam’; Times of India, September 03, 2011, Page 1


Varsity was flooded with complaints; Times of India, September 03, 2011, Page 6


DU innovation centre: Proposal not original; Times of India, September 03, 2011, Page 4


Oct 9, 2011

How I became a Bhopali?


How I became a Bhopali?
PART 1: Bashir saab and unki shayari, aur unki hathoon se banaya hua chai ki piyali 

October 8, 2011, at around 7pm - while negotiating the daily posts on FB, I stopped at a poetic rendering by a friend. The originals belong to Waseem Barelvi and it reads:

"Tumhaari raah main mitti ke ghar nahi aatay, Isi liye to tumhein hum nazar nahi aate; Muhabbaton ke dinon ki yahi kharaabi hai, Ye rooth jaayein, toh phir laut kar nahi aatay; Jinhein saliqa hai tehziib-e-gham samajhne ka, Un'hi ke rone main, aansoo nazar nahi aatay, Khushi ki ankhon main ansoo ki bhi jagah rakhna, Bure zamaane, kabhi pooch ker nahi aatay."
I definitely don't have an overt shayarna andaaz and Barelvi is someone I read for the first time. But somehow the simple process of trying to understand the sher again transported me to 2001 monsoon days of my Bhopali calendar. I also got tempted to post the first ever sher (my favourite) on my FB wall which says: "Shohrat ki bulandi bhi palbhar ka tamasha hain, Jis daal pe baithe ho wo tut bhi sakta hain," by Bashir Badr.
Yes, the memories took me to the doorstep of Syed Mohammad Bashir or the famous Bashir Badr, a master act with words and who has enthralled the poetic world with more than 18,000 couplets. Yes, a decade ago, I was at the doorsteps of one of the greatest poets of our times, bracketed with the likes of Nida Fazli, even though I had no knowledge (not that I have a great deal of it now) on how to read and write Hindi and a big zero on Urdu. My spoken Hindi had been a source of entertainment for my colleagues at least for over a decade now. But for me Bashir saab introduced me to love language, place and people in the most simplest manner, but most importantly to appreciated shayari which in Bhopal apparently everyone seem to do from birth.

It was a windy morning with the sweet smell of rains lingering in the air as I rode past the Upper Lake (the beauty of which I am leaving for another ode) towards old Bhopal to the posh residential locality of Idgah Hills. My pillion was Manish Choure (from Ujjain), our chief designer, a friend who accompanied me to many assignments as well as doubled up for me as a photographer in some of my romantic treks. The official photographer with us was Mujeeb Faruqui (from Bhopal).

The then 56-year-old poet welcomed us into his kothi. The very first expressions and exchanges indicate that Bashir saab is too young at heart, probably younger than this rookie journalist in his early 20s. As he led us in he said: "Come in. I am all alone till my son returns from school." He was talking about his primary school going child from his second wife.

His room is as poetic, books casually placed everywhere. A couple of writing spaces and odd couplets written on loose paper popping out from books urging to be read and rightly appreciated. But I am all at sea, cursing myself as to why do I in the first place decided to meet Bashir saab when I have no idea of Hindi and Urdu prose and poetry? But I was destined to meet him, become his friend and probably learn the language of love.

"So what do you want to know?" asked Bashir saab. I definitely don't have any questions for Bashir saab. I was somehow trying to get out of the business of pagemaking and writing features seem to be a way forward. A visit to Bashir's residence (with prior appointment) is to profile a great poet and his work and make a mark as a writer. And I said: "I don't know anything about you, about poetry, about Hindi and Urdu. But I want to write a piece on Bashir Badr the poet."

My ignorance was not taken as an insult even though I approached him professionally. He is good in English and I was at ease. He smiled at my Hindi. He asked me about me and when he came to know that I am from Assam he took us to his kitchen and said: "For you I will make the tea myself. He asked the help to leave the kitchen and there Bashir saab explaining poetry like A for apple to a nursery kid while brewing tea like an expert and treating me like a tea connoisseur . The tea was poetic too, and should I confess Bashir saab today that it tasted sublime, probably like the flavour of moonlight captured in the dew drop of the 'ek kaali do pattiya'. Maybe it was the magic of those poems you recited and explained during the making of 'Assam special' (he said that). In between I started taking Urdu notes in English, with help in spellings from Bashir saab.

Those first two hours of meeting, sipping tea made by the poet himself and engrossed in his explanations as to what he meant in some of his famous couplets were just the beginning of many a visits during my three years in Bhopal and every time Bashir saab made tea for me. And every time Bashir saab would recite and explain what his poems meant.

We bid goodbye armed with a gift (but of course books on Urdu poetry) each. But the first day of our tryst with Urdu poetry, Hindi language and friendship with Bashir saab needs celebration. It has been a heady dose so far and at midday neither me nor Manish were in a hurry to reach office. Our return journey to 8/1, Malviya Nagar was cut short at the scenic Winds and Waves on the hill overlooking the Upper Lake. The beers and Bashir saab's poetry was intoxicating. Like we can't stop humming a tune which touches our heart.......

A persistent banging on the door of Manish's flat, Raj Apartment, E-7, Arera Colony woke us up. It was raining outside. As Manish opened the door, his flatmate Pankaj rushed in and said: "How they hell you are sleeping at this hour? Aaj office se chutti mara hain kya? I was at the door pressing the door bell, calling you on your cells and banging the door for half an hour?" We checked our mobiles. Some 50-odd missed calls from Pankaj and other colleagues from office.

It was 9pm and as we were travelling to our office at Malviya Nagar in an auto, both of us tried in vain to figure out how we reached Manish's place? And we entered the office probably a minute after our editor took the final call to inform the police about us suddenly going missing while returning from Bashir Badr's residence and probably a minute early before the call was to be made.

I did profiled Bashir Badr. I surprised everyone, but self the most. Thank you Bashir saab for letting me understand poetry without understanding its written script, for calling yourself my friend and finally making me a Bhopali.



*THIS WRITEUP IS DEDICATED TO OUR OLD TIME FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE NASIR KAMAAL WHO COMPLETED HIS JOURNEY RECENTLY

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"Logh tut jate hain ek ghar banane me, Tum taras nahi khate bastiyaan jalane me," --- Bashir Badr

Aug 26, 2011

‘Brand Anna’ enters management class; Times of India, August 23, 2011, Page 4


Rush of creativity and humour in war against corruption; Times of India, August 19, 2011, Page 6


ABVP call to shut schools and colleges; Times of India, August 18, 2011, Page 4


DU: Answersheets recovered, sociology re-exam cancelled; Times of India, August 18, 2011, Page 9


Student power for Anna cause; Times of India, August 17, 2011, Page 8


Students plan protest on campus; Times of India, August 16, 2011, Page 2


DTU VC junks charges of teachers; Times of India, August 16, 2011, Page 6


114 DTU teachers threaten to quit if V-C not removed; Times of India, August 14, 2011, Page 8