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Giving Clean-chit to Ambedkar

Until today, I had deemed Ambedkar Bhimrao the doctor, the architect of the constitution of India- illiterate. In my eyes he was all but an over-rated dumb labour- just another lame non-entrepreneur out of billions. And every time I had a brush with the constitution and its derivatives or the law of the land which also happened in plenty being an entrepreneur, I only had abuses for the guy. In my eyes, the only good thing that he’d done that he had chosen complex English. While Hindi was already tougher to understand to the Indians. The law remained largely out of bounds of interpretation, as remain the cases and escalations pending in the queues of Indian Courts whichever have been out of understanding.

So I assumed like any Indian grad that he was, he must have known nothing. I always used to be baffled of the fact that if all he did was copying, then why did the fool need close to three years to pull up a document that is referred as the Andha Kanoon or the Constitution of India.

And no, it’s not that bad customer experience or the bad citizenship at the hands of Indians that I got this bias derived out of. Which for that matter is best explained from the life of Steve Jobs. The guy had come smitten out of inspiration to this nation, specially to the mystic Himalayas. But, “God, if you save me today, I promise I’ll be a good human all my life hereafter”, were the last words before the mental preparation to the decision to return back, only to return back never.

It wasn’t that Jobs was an exception for his skin color. We have been the same to whoever has had a purpose, even from down the grounds. For instance, Dashrath Manjhi- the guy who dismantled a mountain to build a road in 22 years, same to Shyamlal of Chattisgarh who dug a pond in 27 years upon which a whole cluster of villages thrive like an oasis in a desert. We mock as hostile hosts to everyone until one comes with a large benefiting gift. Once the gift is there to splurge on, we might upgrade them to status of God to derive benefits out.

So it wasn’t the hostilities received that gave me the hatred for Ambedkar. The laws and bent of mind of my compatriots around, certainly to an extent, but not the whole. Cages are devices only for birds who don’t know to fly. The case with me was different. My curiosity was why was the Kanoon Andha or the law blind ? Here was the need of normal eyes plus as many CCTVs as possible, plus a scientific measurable probe for fairness equipped with visions beyond the range of human eyes. Which school the guy went who imagined and established law as one blindfolded entity was my worry. What had to be eye + beyond eye + the tech umpire, contrary to the orientation blind, it had to be with visibility in 3D. That as binocular in vision as the geekiest microscope.

Since then, to me Ambedkar was all one illiterate Indian stooge. Same conventional Rata-Chata parroted labour class traditional dull uninspiring ugly useless Bhim at the right place at the right time or the wrong time for that matter. And until today, whenever I’d begin working on anything, or any good work of mine, that begins customarily with cursing Ambedkar. Say, like the Hindus begin something auspicious with a chant Om Shree Ganesh, that for mine used to be cuss beep cuss beep cuss Ambedkar. And to all my failures or suppression at the hands of ill educated unsport hostile compatriots I always blamed this guy, which is also true to a large large and very large extent.

I believe had I been born in Tel- Aviv or California, I’d have been almost close to Edison, and that of the internet age. May be, Elon Musk would have been my Chai-Sutta Guy.

So, with every bad experience, every single use case of encountering any kind of pain, I cursed this guy. And mind you, I’ve taken some extreme bullying all my childhood from an illiterate school from the Socialist Mecca of Bokaro. The SAIL city rots today in tatters, with dark concrete jungles and markets receding each day, even as its natives are found queuing either to hospitals or someone’s door for livelihoods anonymously. You can imagine the volumes of liters of tears would have Ambedkar bled until today, if he were alive. And nowhere do you find a snip of Ambedkar with eyes closed or lit up with a spark. The part of the world that has belief system in a written destiny, could assume me to be the reason, that I don’t let him sleep. So much for my curses.

As I grew old, as I discovered India, which is also way way way more in extent and dimensions than what Nehru himself might have, the hatred grew only stronger, chiefly owing to vagaries of law abuse. In India as we all know, he who has the whip has the bull, so for free justice and the reception around, only to hold up any Work in Progress of the Works of Progresses.

Add to that, he who doesn’t have the bull gets trampled and crushed over by the others’ bulls because you don’t have conflicts here. Here what you have is war, out of envy to caste to creed, sex, age, appearance, language, region, religion or any. Indians are doctors of discrimination and category management if you don’t know. Human Capital Index ranked 124th it has- 123rd worst mileage per unit effort. Everybody doubts, hates and supersedes everybody.

The concept of God might have been devised to instill modesty in Humans, but before that he must have come to control Indians. As reflected in the beauty of the fact that Indian courts are the only industrial premises in the world which have more than half the practitioners as frauds and quacks declared officially. The whole world might have gone machine governed and computer reconciled for transparency, not the Indian law, for the love and incentives of opaqueness.

And again, add to that cumbersome processes of the state, which is tailor made to install obstacles in way of any transaction so as to yield for facility of vaporising in thin air against an appropriate payment. The nation with billions of customers less than a cuddle away is the world’s 100th in the list in Ease of Doing Business, 133rd in Global innovation and amongst the top for the lack of transparency. Thanks to the law of the land, Government gazettes, and of course the unholy Bada Babus- the illegitimate men manning the positions.

Its not an unusual sight for courts to over-run bills and ordinances brought by elected Governments, or for elected governments to amend laws and by-laws illegally in order to extort and harass citizens for ransoms, all for the great ambiguity of law. The abusive amendment of Central Motor Vehicles Act by states like Telangana, Karnataka and many others to extort life time tax for vehicles from other states would be one profound example. A central act can be amended only by President’s assent but rogue state governments could manage that by Governor’s, only to be quashed by respective High Courts, but only after half a decade of civilian activism. Needless to mention the insensitive torture to citizens until then.

If there was a record for abuse per capita for documented books of importance, even the penguins of Antarctica would not disagree it has to be only “The Constitution of India”.

So I’d hated the lawmaker in chief ever since I’d known. And neither did that falsely projected aura of fight against inequality ever awe me like it does to rest of the world. The Criminal Tribes Act of 1871 which had listed nomadic tribes as criminals by birth by the nothing to lose Brits was repealed only in 1959. Ambedkar died clueless well before that. While the Brits turned them criminals who were not, of course forcibly-almost like tattooing on foreheads, Indians made it worse to change it cosmetically in order to play politics. Add to that he also made this fragile fault line of two broad categories- the Forwards and Backwards indelible. Created a well demarcated cartel of alm seeking backwards versus day-light looting forwards to yield for a third world population in the whole by virtue of opposite of Quality Assurance called Reservation.

The Indians now have two kinds of Reservations. Reservation Natural and Reservation-in-paid.

Or in other words public reins of goods and services with them who have the whip to give way for a fixed economy of sleaze. Pitting one group against another for an inevitable fall of both is no achievement, neither wisdom. Add to that again, the dumbo also needed once a separate electorate just as did one another group needed a Pakistan. The vision as an integrated Peninsula, one sub-continent or a common market was perhaps only with JC Bose, Bhagat and Subhash if at all it did (which did). All signature moves of an unworthy non-entrepreneur.

A human with a non-entrepreneurly spirit is as good as a goat.

Fast forward to this date. Here have I been trying to knit a company of my dreams. An institution that the entire humanity has never dreamed of. An internet factory that changes the way humans live. A Sport organisation to let humans evolve happily without a shred of blood, without a hint of fraud and treachery. In the age of machines, our aspiration is to convert mechanized humans to human beings again. The capacity which they’ve lost to centuries of imperialism and inefficient mass manufacturing industrial age. To let the humans of today have a tool of knowledge free of wrongs, to enable right knowledge by reflex. To make continuous quest of knowledge and having a purpose of life an innate lifestyle. And I’ve prospected and separated until date with as many as 62 prospective co-founders including one high heeled Silicone Valley being in the pursuit.

To understand humans and transactions better, this also required traversing up and down through human hierarchies, bargaining gradients, income brackets. A first hand run through professions and cultures and aspirations. Or to be precise tracing path wherever money and orders flow. From the highs of five stars to ruling quarters of law makers to executive desks of bureaucrats be that government or corporate, from cheating NGOs to real value adding societies, from nominally standing statutory bodies like United Nations to malignant slums to geeky labs, from begging anonymously on streets to random sales on trains, from being a CEO to being a paltry labour, it required experimentation with humans on real basis.

To put more light on this, the closest human I resemble to was Devang Mehta- the pace setter of India’s growth story of the 1990s. And our idea of humanity and the world is one with zero artificial deaths- Zero death on account of human origins. Which all it requires is hazard free ambient Governance. If every artificial death is an industrial disaster, arresting the factors of artificial deaths to zero barring the freak accidents. And here am I drafting my Playbooks of which tenets of Governance is the core. Seeking most of my answers as much as possible in biology to keep it as closely knitted to natural ways. Logics and logistics principles from biology, tendencies from anthropology, administration from engineering, directions from entrepreneurship and so on.

Its been more than 17 years experimenting, travelling, compiling and being observant. There would be very few abstracts of humans, humanity and civilization that would be not known to me without use cases. Or perhaps only two things, music and motherhood, which is impossible for me to fathom.

And as I draft my playbooks, I find the closest to have attempted what I’m was Ambedkar. To document stepping stones and basic tenets of common discipline for a broad human mass to be subscribed to. And that in the information age, equipped with internet, internet accounts. Virtual access to almost entire human population on thousands of forums, visibility to millions and billions of reactions and communications. And of course, the Mighty computer with Excel and Word.

A National Constitution as long as India’s for a population as diverse, without Excel and Word must have been the World’s eight wonder or at least ninth after the understanding of Compound Interest.

When we lay organisations, culture, ethos, fundamental principles, working granularity all need to be knit into one cohesive consistent brand for one timeless identity. A broad guiding principle steering macros and micros all converged towards that crafted identity. To illustrate, if I am Ambedkar, my role as the constitutional boss is more to document that essence of soul to draft an identity than to get into micro-management of BAU (Business As Usual) laws. Or in other words, the foremost job to begin with, and almost half the part of the whole job was to select an emblem. An emblem to dissolve into blood before its interpreted and introduced to a new born which guides through entire life without being prompted.

On one hand to ensure constitutional autochthony was a major task negating the shady Government of India Act which was a treacherous anthology of rules to enable reins in hands of unholy influencers – the club of Imperial Natives & Parasitic Brits. On the other it was to knit a clueless ignorant unprepared massive human mass to one identity bound by a common discipline. On one side was hope for brighter future, on the other clutches of hawkish eyes of looters whose only constitution was unsport dominance. All along a parallel landscape of misery, of riots famines conflicts land ownership power restructuring and what not. To reflect the quantum of arbitration involved, there were 7635 amendments tabled for a territory which didn’t know what freedom meant actually, the population which went for wars and riots from all surrounding sides on land the day they had to party. To knit that Start up into a Global Conglomerate of the Future.

More than legal and legislative it was a challenge of approach, the design and branding. To carve templates on which the next change and future build-up was to be based. Its more of engineering than law expertise. And barring Visvesvaraya  India had no other tower of creation to understand its complication who was in his late nineties by then. For a law graduate to play a Tendulkar with a team of mediocres until Dravids and Gangulys join in future along with one odd Kumbles away from limelight on bouncy pitches of post-War expansionist phase against predatory Global behemoths who were still vying for control points along the globe for runways, its inexpressible in words. Which Ambedkar did and delivered.

He could have sided with imperialists, could have made “The Constitution” report to “The Parliament” as happens in the case of British. And we can imagine what a disaster could have that been in the days of social workers like our politicians of today manning parliaments. And there could have been lot of more strange combinations had he been copying from rest of the world. And had he not copy-pasted from around the world, you’d not disagree, the volume of the guiding book would have never gone up. The originals could have been only the directive sketches of the Brand India- The Preamble, Directive Principles, Fundamental duties, emblems and signages. Everything else had to be policies. Had that been slim, we know how much respected it could have been in the hands of kids of erstwhile Zamindaars and demoted Princes of the 1950s.

All of his achievements, I decipher it today when I draft my playbooks, which I find unending. Strings to knit Billions into one direction, one identity, aboard one ship in hope of a future that is to be bright, based on hope. I wonder if I’m doing the same mistake as Ambedkar, which was laying fundamentals on an assumption that everyone boarding the ship in question would be a God and not criminals, but to give it the benefit of optimism and hope, there cannot be other way as well. He was an unparalleled legend indeed.

 

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Nationalism: Design and Excuses

Nationalism. Every time a human hears this word, certain sense of reverence spirals down every spine. A fundamental module of identity that it is. However, is quite a bit of subjective entity. 

What bird is it ? 
If you get to define, distill all the ways of world, the way animals or plants or all living beings operate, you’ll conclude its about the belonging to where you serve your life. Of relevance of what you have for home. Bearing the same significance as your residency, permanent address or origins or wherever in which proportions you spend life. What begins with adherence of laws, to conditions of living extrapolates to the privileges and ease of life that you get back from the affiliation. The root source of the affiliation that you get and carry for your own existence. That makes it either instantaneous affiliation of territorial existence or the passport that you carry. All for a simple reason, for you’re on Earth. Like in Rome, you’re required to as Romans do, on Earth, you ought to do as Humans do as long as you’re human. Even for animals, the span for life and the end use of their dead bodies depend a lot on the Nationalism of nation they’re born into. And that is it, the loyalty and the degree of belonging you bear to the political geographical territory. 

Why at all does it element exist? Nature didn’t differentiate then why the humans.
Well, is that so ? Why at all then do we have different races, different body structure, differently abled ranging from physical to mental faculties to skin color ? Is that natural differentiation ? Or is that adaptation to the conditions around ? And then you find, its a mix of all. That its a massive Earth, soil, sunshine, water, air, temperature, humidity, climate, all are different and every part of earth requires customised care. Whether the care to Earth or from the Earth, both are subject of natural habitat. And that is how inherit a common culture, a common territory, with a common goal to maintain its sanctity. 

As a living entity you won’t have any second qualms that you’ve just one role on Earth. To look after the security of Earth as long as you serve your life. There’s no other purpose of life, neither can you do beyond. Because you’ll die one day, all you’ve the option left is to serve the biological span. And the best way of doing that is keeping up the sanctity that you inherited. And also, anything not matching up the best is back tracking. Not doing the best you can is always degrading. So harming the integrity of Earth must be a bad way of life. The concept of Nation is an enabler to this function. It demarcates the zone of liabilities. And thus the Nationalism. A reminder of the duty of care of the territory you extract life out of. 

Is it a Necessity ? Or a Forced Commodity ?
And the answer lies, that it’s a subject of force just as much as is the safety and security of life an imperation. Which also covers the aspect that how much do you know about your territory. The scientific structure of it. The material equilibrium, the composition structure, the relation with Earth. Function of the will and dedication to future. And yes necessary to have a constant maintenance affair. This is why we’ve governments. And the sense of adherence to it the Nationalism. All in all, a function of will of responsibility to future. Or a better way to look at it would be, that it is not a necessity only in a condition that you’re selfish. And you can’t be selfish because you never get your life on your own. You only have a choice of your own conduct, and when you get selfish, you also get isolated. Which makes a facet that the sense of Nationalism is the safest and best way to practice life. Very mandatory, as long as you want it safe and happy. 

Simply because its a Nation, and human processes and transactions are not adiabatic, and only a sustained life in a territory can know the territory, Nationalism is a life maintaining practice. An elementary need to maintain life. 

Now of the practice of it. The Hues and Cries regarding the same. 

Standing in respect for a national Flag. And like all physical laws, it goes the same way. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, in the opposite direction of the binaries involved. As you love your Flag, it loves you back as much. As you are in collective, you get back in collective.

Say, Singaporeans commit to their flag the max, 24×7, despite just about a port, only a marine logistics touch point, they have the world ‘s most powerful passport.

India has this rank of 78. Mediocre. Because Indians say, “Stand for yourself first, then comes the nation”. They’re practical. And then they’re a diverse mix. Some say we stand for it when everyone else is watching, we do not disrespect, some say that idea is imposed. Nationalism is not a thing of public display, we all love it and its not required to be proven in open. And then there are other lots as well. Like a particular faction says, we now only to one, our God. We can not bow to anything else. In all the excuses of not being treated with contempt about the lack of priority to the flag.

Indians, as the population that they’re. They aspire for Mediocrity. And hunt for superiority in that inferiority. And as a natural result, they make for a country of customers less than a cuddle away wag at 100th in Ease of Doing Business for the love of Ease of Doing Crimes. And the human capital index amongst the lowest. Life the hardest, the happiness the lowest. 

And that tells you the law of flag. And the law of nationalism. And why the need of Nationalism. To have the god to stand by you by the care and awareness of your god on earth, your flag. 

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Wonder how do they Hate Jobs!

Because God was coming in 1950s, after humans had crossed the oceans of Industrial Revolution, He couldn’t come with Krishna’s Sudarshan Chakra. Neither could he come with a Cross. The decade of 1950 that was beyond The War. The Steve who had Jobs in his name he incarnated with a Knowledge Box.

-Start Up Kumar

In life I’ve only one ambition. To sell once like Steve Jobs. I don’t know how the world hates The Steve who had Jobs in his name. It was only the structure of his name that I found out that may be that’s what Gods would be. Entrepreneurs.

God would always be an Entrepreneur. Right?

God has to be an entrepreneur. The best of them you documented in stories as Gods. That’s how humanity happened. That’s how happened the Human Evolution.

Or alternatively,  think and ask yourself. Did come the Early Man first or God? Or may someone tell me- How many years Before Christ came the Early Man Before Christ. Why didn’t Jesus come to rescue Early Man? Why Krishna despite being the oldest of Gods didn’t come during the times of Early Man? No God came ever to rescue the most vulnerable variant of man, why ? They all came into reckoning only after humans graduated to certain degree into civilisation.

Was it that Krishna didn’t come in the Era of Early Man because Early man was too early to write? And so followed the Jesus or Prophet or rest of the deities ? And beyond that if you look minutely into timelines and Gods, you’d  find that Gods and dieties have always been coming up intermittently with degrees in Human Evolution.

Every single time after the humans evolved to some state. On occasions the humans went terribly wrong. Came in different different incarnations in different different times to solve different problems. Or those who bailed humanity out were the Gods.

Care to note even closer. Every and any entity the humans recognised or tagged as – God- out of whichever reasons- affections or abilities- they all have had a similar midas touch on Humans. Say the Aussie cricketer Mathew Hayden spotted a God in Sachin Tendulkar in 2001. And there’s no other parallel for precise picking and defining as this  one in entire human history. Sachin Tendulkar was The God who made Indians need Electricity for the first time in 2000 years well after christ. Indians never needed Electricity until then out of voluntary wish. That electricity is a need and that without it life is short of lots of things, it needed them a God. And that was Sachin Tendulkar.

And you’ll agree that Gods like these who change lives and lifestyles kept up coming day after day. Whichever legend the most vastly written came to be the bigger incarnation.

You might also tend to agree that The Gods posted by respective religions quoted in religious texts might have been the ones who came before the age of Newspapers and Journalism. It must have been only after the birth of Journalism that frequent spotting of Gods or value of reckoning someone as God went down because everybody could write.

Only selected few & marketed few retained the God Status. Else Gods come in incarnations every now and then. You’d agree.

Now take a deeper a look with respect to effect of Gods on humanity. You’ll find they were not Gods. They were all Entrepreneurs actually. Watch closely in slow motion, you’ll find that they were Master Managers of Livelihoods. Humans who manufactured professions, The Super Gods who created realties where humans could find engagements and thus livelihoods.

And technically, that is also the exact thing what separates you from animals. No goat or whale ever had a religion nor needed the awareness of existence of Gods. They never had religions. Like humans and all other animals, they did have different species. Like humans, they all reproduced, all ruled by same rule of genetics, all variance and diseases by the rules of DNA codes, but none ever needed the knowledge of conflicts of God.  Because unlike humans, they didn’t have any profession. (No occupation until a few that humans domesticated). Until domesticated, each have one livelihood- to reach the food, serve the defined biological span, and guard the Earth till they breathe. Negligible politics, greed just until hunger, compassion and friendliness beyond. No need of a God, and not at all of a subscription to identify with.

For every invention, Necessity was the Mother.

You needed Jesus Krishna Ram Rahim for your fancies but the Goat knew all his purpose was to guard the earth till the biological span permits. You were humans you could talk you had agendas to conspire and hence the need to have your own cartels. So you needed separate Gods. But the animals didn’t. They didn’t have professional occupations.

The whole Earth is an evidence to testimony that Gods are prayed to only in communities where exists this man made commodity- Money- the device of Professions.

The Buffer must have been the Early Man. And the first God must have been born the moment the first human would have turned Professional. The first man to get specialised and settle to one activity for a living. He would have been the first God or the first deity in Human History.

Analyse that God with an Electron Microscope. You’ll find those people were Entrepreneurs actually. Notice the validation in the existence of God, which will throw in nature and frequency of incarnations of God. Or the probe who are they who are Gods.

Quite surprisingly to assure conformance you’ll find one uniform coincidence in case of each God. Kaali, Krishna, Jesus, Prophet, Guru Nanak or Steve Jobs, just any. Each of them had even their names placed perfect. Godly perfect. A name suggestive of a character. Every God was a Hero- even by their names. Godliness begun every time even at names in each case. Every name sounded for a Superstar. You’d be puzzled, was it the Chicken or the Egg first. Was he the God or the Human first? Was the birth first or the name first? Early Man or the God first? The God or the Human first? The Human or the Entrepreneur? The God or the Incarnation? Incarnation came the first or The God first? The Chicken or the Egg first?

Perhaps the most perfect Legend they came up with, they called them Gods. The most extensively written about went on to become the Peakest of God. May this could also be the reason, why these people in India have had over sixty thousand Gods and dieties, practically for every function including sex. By the time the rest of the world couldn’t count, they could write legends.

And then technically when you analyse humans through the prism of Evolution, invariably all the Gods came amongst humanity as incarnations. Son of God, Daughter of God, Father of God in some case, all in disguise. Though, notably they all mistreated every one they called God, whether be it Jesus subjected to crucification or Rama for mistrust over wife and property, or Muhammad Ali or Steve Jobs or whoever. But all these humans in disguise, these incarnations, they all gave the humans engagement platforms or ways to pass time on Earth. They were Gods of Livelihoods the Gods- the Entrepreneurs. (You only forgot to spot after birth of Journalism. They existed perpetually)

And was he the Steve who had Jobs in his name. He who placed the Humans on a realty called Computers. A personal knowledge box for individual craniums.

By the 1970s when the humans had earned uncontrollable expertise and dealings with materials and minerals they had little to process information. Post the world war, into the age of suspicion and cold war, amidst thousand kinds of races and also on route to course correction for many, in order to leap into days of prosperity from the impoverished days of war, the humans were quite in a fix.

Decision making powers, twisting industries, communications, interactions, or active part in human authority was always in the hands of the world’s whos whos.

And here was the Steve who had Jobs in his name. The man who knew not much of technicalities but only the humans and transactions. The kinds of humans that existed in the zoo of earth and the transactions they entered into.

And so do you find in each of his creation. Take Personal Computers– the device to distribute and transmit expertise of individual brains. To marry all languages and signs and symbols of the world into one wonder box. To make it accessible to all.  Pixar– The animation house for neutral demonstration of content beyond humans, a tool to infuse life into surroundings of humans which humans don’t treat as living life. I-pod- a music pot which not only stores music but also which aligned whole music industry to eradicate the menace of piracy. You won’t disagree the music clouds of today are a manifestation of the same mother approach of cloud computing. It wasn’t a pod but a last mile device of cloud computing. Take i-phone, the magic you’ll find not in the phone but the app-store wherein every industry, every professional, every user could find easy access to utility he needs. The app-store sums up for a point where professions meet. That won’t be an exaggeration.

The guy converged humans on one realty for bread and butter. Aligning professions and jobs on one device. Made each of the industry he leaped into more sport, more accessible, democratic by taking onto unsport incumbent ways of the world. Never would have been the computers this personal as they are today, had it not been apple. Actually, it had never been had it not been the Steve who had Jobs in his name.

We all know he was a hippy inspired by Edison. Which stood for a purpose in life.

As an animal your purpose is to serve your biological span. The better you can do, the better you can guard the earth for the new future. That is why every animal loves its offsprings. But humans trade amongst each other. And because they trade, they grade between them as to with whom to trade more. Came in a Bargaining Gradient, summing up for broadly two kinds of humans as a result. Poor Humans – as good as unfit, Rich Humans- as good as Fit and desirable.

Discovering this, Edison defined the purpose of being a human is to build utilities for other human hand. That you’d be fit to survive only if your hands manufacture utilities for other human hands. As long as you do that you’ll have your use amongst the surrounding humans. To do better, you know all those disasters that happen with humans. As you know the disasters you’ll invent a solution. And Edisonism happened. The “Bulb” the peakest of the solution to disasters that happen in the dark.

As Edison your purpose is to manufacture utilities useful and productive to other human. The Personal Computer the most significant milestone after wheel. To lead the direction that manufactures professions and livelihoods of humans around. You build and maintain eco-systems. As reflected in the trajectory of Apple with Steve around.

This is why they hate the Steve Who Had Jobs in his name!

Because they don’t know who is a God. And who is an Entrepreneur. And what role does an Entrepreneur play. They hate because they’re not amongst the commoners. Because they don’t deal with trivia of commoners. Because they need to stand at poles where stakes converge.

 

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Animals vs Humans: Start Up Kumar begins the differentiation

Earlier, the humans and animals had a large gap between them. The animals were animals and the humans were humans. The animals had animalism while Humans had humanity. Humans hated dictatorship. Animals fell into discipline to let leaders lead. Animalism spread and spread the Humanity.

Animals needed no religion. Humans needed to trade. And hence an additional requirement to grade.

They marketed purpose of life, ways of life, and so on, got varieties in discrimination orders. The animals on the contrary knew- the purpose of life is to serve the defined biological life span and protect the earth as long as they served life. Needed no religion. Just compassion and selflessness.

So much that they even became dogs and asses. They didn’t mind. They became anything. Cows, buffalloes, vultures and pigs, cocks and lambs, pussies, mares, or just anything, very happily. Joining humans wherever they could. Elephants took to engineering. Even wars and emergencies. Lions learned the circus. Parrots took to talking, pigeons to spying, camels to smuggling, horses to eloping. So much, that even crocodiles took just to copulate mindlessly the day they figured Queen of Elzi needed a crocodile leather bag to orgasm. One fine day, even the fishes joined. They said if the end of life has only two options- small fish being eaten by big fish, or the humans eating fishes- its better to be eaten by humans.

They all friended the humans.

Somebody told the humans they’re humans. That they’re at the top of the ladder, that they had humanity which is different than animalism. And then began a new journey.

A lot happened. Thousands of years just flew by, like they were seconds. And we came to the date until today.

Today, to survive on Earth only five things are needed. Air, Water, Sand, Honesty and Sanity. The first three for shelter, the last two for intra-species, inter-community coordinations. Honesty drives the trust. Sanity Drives the drive thereafter- the motivation to serve life. Today, the first four lost beyond repairs and stocks of the fifth lies half a decade. The spheroid Earth deflates to become a rugby ball with each rotation.

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Zuckerberg- The Humble Steve Jobs- The reason why facebook didn’t work ?

Facebook was the power to the masses to live like celebrities. Pity the world, they couldn’t handle it.

Steve Jobs- The Steve who had Jobs in his name- was the guy who demonstrated to the world that computer was nothing but a simple machine to distribute and transmit knowledge and creativity. A power which the masses never had. A power which was restricted to world’s kings until then if at all it existed. The world really didn’t know until then what would a personal computer would be doing in individuals’ lives and what’s the use of knowledge processing in the lives of modest mortal commoners.

And luckily, the Silicon Valley the nurturing bed of this sector of human evolution also had Knowledge capitals like Harvards and Stanfords at its disposal where small timers needed education and hence the need of processing distribution of the same. Like an Apple keeps the doctor away if had once a a day, the computers took off as golden eggs in nests where nutrition was knowledge.

And as computers took off, along with them came in other derivatives of the personal computer, and thus more power in individual lives. Say like i-pods with its inbuilt eco-system, it curbed the music and creativity industry of “Piracy“. Or the Appstore of the i-phone worked out for a forum where professions merged, where every industry, every human trade, every human discipline could have a shop in this tiny pandora’s box called the mobile- powering the commoners with the power of computing for productivity. The commoners could have stalls within eyesight of the buyers- irrespective of their power to own shops at a prime location. Everyone who needed jobs, did get their jobs easier aligned along this derivative of computing. Did get every human a new realty to converge towards.

The Steve who had Jobs in his name as he was. It won’t be an exaggeration to say that he realigned the world’s transactions on a Thalamus called Personal Computers.

Well- that’s what Entrepreneurs do. They realign incumbent transactions of the world to give powers to the commoners that they never had. They realign the worlds professions to newer and better realty spaces where the commoners could converge for ease and sportier bread and butter. And as an Entrepreneur you play “God of livelihoods“. You rule and lay transaction terminals on which lie millions of lives.

The moment Entrepreneurship steps down from being God, begins a downfall – that of being unfair. Only to be amplified to small small complacences, giving way to unsaid power hierarchies to let frauds and unsport variables sprout up. The Business which begins as a Sport of keeping promises or the sport which says – “I’ll do” becomes unsport. That then becomes a part of crime world. From “I’ll do” it deviates to “I didn’t”. Or for more politically correct ones the stance changes to become “not our responsibility”. And so on.

Entrepreneur=God of Livelihoods. A step down, it’s a downfall

And that’s exactly what happened with Facebook. An internet portal that had given the power to the commoners to voice out and to live like celebrities. A power that the commoners never had until facebook.

It was not very long ago that the trend of hundreds of thousands of custom made jewelries handicrafts eateries bursting into the scene with stunning orders and fame every other day. Mid 2011s to refer should you seek veracity. And in The third worlds like Asia-Pacific, Middle East, pockets of Africa and lines of Mediterranean, where having a shop at visual was to be the norm for prosperity, there were tales of tail-spinning turn arounds. Even the Housewives of India could gather courage to employ their much hated mother-in-laws. For the first time in India you had the grumpy mom-in-laws doing something productive than to not play in-house politics.

There was a certain rage of empowerment. And it was a legitimate disruption. And so its executor- Mark the Zuckerberg was a legitimate God of Livelihood. Even though he might have been a chor or thief as the world likes to believe in terms of idea.  Transactions of the world did get a new friction less medium.

There would be millions if not billions the clueless innovators who had no access to promotions and eye-balls who suddenly turned heroes apart from upgrading themselves to micro-entrepreneurs because of facebook. The extent of benefits of this change of getting a vehicle of attention can be reflected in contrast against the days of hoarding of attention in Outdoor Media sector of India. As much as 83% of Indian bill-boards are occupied by political big-shots of the demography. More than three-fourths permanently hoarded by political parties to convey greetings on latest festivals or who the local hooligan is. Never ever the Start Ups could muster budget enough to have a voice of productivity to the hijacked vehicles of attention. The same with advent of facebook had got in their hands their own publish button- that almost free of costs. Reaching customers on their personal space. What 40,000 a month bill-board could not return in a month, gave that in 400 a month- with better transfer of communication.

Am I wrong to describe an Entrepreneur a God of Livelihoods ? Even Now?

And that was Zuck-The Mark Zuckerberg, quite legit.

He had brains enough to make humans converge to a focal point and make life different. Those who could convert social identity or internet visibility to money, they did. Zuckie got them that power. A lot many of Indians are today literate just for the sake to write on to facebook, else by 1996 they were still humming “Padhna Likhna Sikho”.  Such was the power of Facebook, making humans machine friendly, making humans apply communications.

But he Lost it. From the point where, the easiest is to do is doing nothing at the least. In simpler words, to lose an internet network like facebook, crushing way beyond a threshold of 500 million plus Daily Active Users, it takes just as much brains as much to get less than 50% marks in Indian Schools. A subject of disastrous pity in both conditions.

 “Entrepreneurship is all about Delayed Gratification”, hundred times have been you told Its all about holding on the ground till you make useful utilities. And you make useful utilities only. Facebook got killed there. In a quest to invent instant gratification or early gratification, collapsed the whole mountain- the mountain which was the Himalayas of Big Data.

This guy turned Visionless in between. Lost the plot. Or perhaps slept post the IPO.  From the roads to being Steve Jobs, he turned the ways of Bill Gates. Steve was the CEO who made the richest company while Bill was the CEO who made the richest man. One was the Steve who had Jobs in his name, another was the Bill who had Gates in his name. Two different people, entirely different ways and perhaps best described by their names itself.

What Jobs and Gates were to computer hardware, was Zuckerberg to internet accounts- the second generation of computing- of internet accounts or cloud whatever you call.

From Gates you escape, from Jobs you empower. Gates takes it to masses, without caring about piracy or impersonation to get everybody using, so that it becomes omnipresent and liquidates it from Business customers. Gates doesn’t work on innovation and manufacturing new utilities, but instead on distribution. Jobs on the contrary works on creating utilities and knitting eco-systems like more computing per sector. He lets distribution be taken care of by innovation. Together Jobs & Gates form a phenomenon called “Couple of Human Evolution” or two parallel forces in opposite direction to generate a torque to race the wheel.

Here was a Zuckerberg beginning as a Steve Jobs turning Bill Gates mid-way. And what a pity, neither did have a torque generating peer at the other end. Nearest was Twitter, which in itself has had no utility other than a feeder of trivia for small fishes of media. I don’t know why does twitter have analytics, they should have trivia counters instead. Like 7 Billion trivia aired per day, which dipped to 5 rumours per person per day in last quarter. So poor Zuck didn’t have a peer the kind that Jobs had. Beginning from being Jobs to his sector, he himself becomes Bill Gates.

The result: This innovation of communication called Facebook, which was a social identity internet account has, today, now, reduced to a dastardly cheap version of Netflix.

As I write, I’m scared for him if he has been in depression for a very long time. Or is the guy permanently disabled to think. Which kind of school he went to. Who were his teachers or was he a first bencher or last bencher. A web of trivia surround me as I think of Zuckie.

Its always wrong to be the hare in the race of hare and the turtle. Every body knows that, still like everyone he chose to be Hare instead. Went wrong the hare and forgot the route map.

And as you see the result. The Gem of Utility, which gave power of communications, which turned every human a writer, the machine that enabled publish button on every human mind, got reduced to a cheap netflix on one end and on the other A factory of internet that produces a very very lethal pollutant: Fake News or Information Pollution.

One email-id all it takes. One email if- one Fake account- and then billions of fake accounts. Virtual Population Explosion. Its like adding more people to your earth, who don’t even exist.

Such a cheap library its has become, this facebook. Say, for instance, in India I’ve found even Mallus humming “Tora Chheda mein Lafeda jab jaayega” , one Hot Bhojpuri Song.

A very deep tragedy when you give power of communications to any one. An outright hazard when a “Publish Button” is handed to anyone. And that is facebook today.

Had Zuck retained the path of Steve, he had a chance to turn the portal into an exchange terminal of trade and humans. A Human Stock Exchange- like trading terminals of human skills.

Professionals could be booked over futures, and salaries in advanced. Mind you today you get salaries after you have worked, not in advance. Only businesses get orders or contracts in advance, humans or labours never got this facility. If it was my buffalo, I’d have had facebook as good as biography to the user. That would have served  like a medicine.

If I give you a facility to let you create your biography, it would work like mirror and a medicine to life- you’d not disagree? Orphans could sense it better what it means. For you it could mean intelligent mirror- Big Data enabled. But this could be possible only when you go the Steve Jobs way- the wrong U turn that Mark took. Result we know.

Say like,The Mute Spectator  Syndrome of India has upgraded, it  got a live Function now with a camera. Indians are now able to stream or record live broadcast of accident or disaster sites. Everyone on a race to record a disaster even as none helps- The Hazard of Machine Intervention in human life if without a purpose.

The same is Facebook: A Machine Intervention in Human life without a purpose.

Hence has more hazards than utilities. Zuckerberg Began with a device of sharing, but to share what? Knew none.  The purpose of sharing- direction less. Path lost and what you got a terribly haphazard library everyone is a publisher.  Kyunki Woh Bill Gates ban gaya! Because Zuck became a Gates.

And who was Gates? How do you become Gates? How do you go From Steve Jobs to Bill Gates?

Yes, rake in brains, a little. You’ll find Bill Gates resembles normal human beings more than Steve Jobs does. Modest, sophisticated, loved by everyone, everyone wanting to lick him and a very happy happy demeanour. And here was Jobs with a trademark stance bullish stand, who believed in driving humanity on the contrary to sugar-coating modesty.

One had a approach that everything in the world is wrong. You got to correct. You build ways to correct. While the other had respect for the world, a happy seller.  He didn’t know much to do, so the final purpose for him became to be the at the top of Human Race. Just made one Operating System factory of the world and let the show run on auto-pilot. Only went to please as much the world. The other one looking down upon humans, (which is actually fair) kept on working towards more transaction forums, changing alignment of transactions for a faster churn of human evolution. And this is why Microsoft was never intelligent but a scale mountain, while Apple remained the apple which keeps those brains mentally fit who have apple every day.

You become stagnant being humble, more accomodative, hence slower in change, and less larger purpose. Say Steve Jobs had a purpose to lead a life Edison- to keep creating new utilities which plug disasters that happen in the dark, crucial utilities by need. For Gates I don’t know what it is, perhaps being a good human, which in itself probably means nothing. Which happens when you become Modest. You’ve less audacity to change the world.

Same happened to Zuckerberg and Facebook. No clue to what to do with a mountain. And no clues what at all is going in the mountain.

Now that he’s already become a Bill Gates, he needs a Steve Jobs to pair in the sector.

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21st Century Governance for a better world, From a Steve Jobs look alike

I hope I’m not making a Godman out of me. I’m yet to find a girl to elope with. And I’m one of the hardest of Atheists you can find. This is to narrate a very unusual incident beyond my comprehension wherein a Steve Jobs look alike almost whitewashed me apparently with knowledge. I happened to go to this place called Kainchi Dham, supposedly the enlightenment points of Steve Jobs and Zuckerberg, only out of curiosity as to why did Steve Jobs recommend Zuckerberg. I wonder if something of this sort happened to Zuckerberg as well. This was the first time ever in life that I went to a temple on my own. I was mentally disturbed, being an entrepreneur isn’t easy here. I bumped into an Old man in a sequence quite similar to Indian fairy mythological tales. He appeared like a Indian baba version of Steve Jobs, and initially I thought him to be some clown or ‘Behrupiya’ so we got into an altercation. To my surprise he turned out to be a learned man, wisest I’d have ever met. He didn’t vanish after talking, but knew my name. We met in June, and then he called in September. And this is no hallucination. I do all the boys stuffs though! He dreamt of Great India, Great World. He called to dream of Redesigning India, not Rapid Transformation, of Great India, not better India. He said not dreaming high is criminal.

Our reasoning gave me few tenets on governance, and then he asked me to get four things implemented for a greater country, as a token to his lessons. This was way back in June, and probably has a relation with this Income Disclosure Scheme,  having a strange spark in his eyes in the name of 30th September as if to be a deadline for all Tax deposits, sorry Citizen Equity as he called. Yes, he asked me to get Taxes redefined as Equity, not beg for people’s money or taxes (his words). More changes, like to restructure government completely like a business, to remove the concept of opposition, to get a regulator for governance, to give eligibility licenses in politics like you give to doctors, to restructure election processes. I didn’t even understand half the things. I just got one concept- Governance is business, Government is the business party created by people which runs businesses of all public utilities.

Naturally, I let the Oldman go. Who would get into governance and country like abstracts? On September 5th happened something I’m yet to comprehend. May Airtel could check. I got a call from a ‘No Number’, after which the SIM went corrupt, leaving behind two spots on my cell phone, and if you can visualize, you can feel like a signature- Steve Jobs, its sort of imagination. It’s a MOTO G 3, may Motorola also could research over this. The SIM is as shiny as new, but unreadable. I hope Airtel could provide me a replacement in a decade. Coming on to the call, it was to enquire on the status. I was first stunned as to status of what, then by the end he offered me a BMW and a Thar along with a seed fund to write this. He said Thar will be given as soon as this reaches you, BMW and the seed fund on 120 Millionth Tax or the equity receipt. And then the phone went off, an overused one, after which I found an unreadable SIM. If my parents come to know, they would get scared, they’ll make me undergo some “Jhad-phunk” kind of thing. And I’ve seen one of these activities once in my village. They wrap people in layers of Quilts under hot sun on a suspended net, fire from the bottom and then ask funny questions, to which anyone would answer any random thing. And if the person doesn’t know making stories, they start beating.

 Minutes of Meeting with Baba

Since a night’s lecture is enormous, and to be honest writing is still more a toil than listening to good things, I’ll give you some points to remember and majorly the four ideas, which started with a brief understanding of business, and it was over 10 hours lecture, expect it to be long, even if it is MOM. Though it’s all common sense. For the ones who watch movies only on reviews, the four ideas are: a) Get a Governance Regulator- Governance Commission of India b) Redefine Tax as Equity- Ownership and answerability of and from government c) Incentivise being good- Preferential access to utilities like airports, 5 stars and so on, use technology (UID and data from my side as well) d) Get elections based on age- Needs and wisdom levels are different in different stages of man. Realign to true form of democracy, leaders for every age group, Remove opposition to accommodate law makers and administrators. Play Ludo not Chess if you need to play. Everybody needs to get home by the end of the day.

The Beginning: As I said, I got into an altercation, assuming the old man to be some clown or beggar. As I whisked him away saying that I didn’t have any money, he retorted back that it was evident from my face. Then he started giving my biography to me. Before I could dig into how he knew me so well, we drifted into start up stuff, and from there, it usually takes a different turn with me, like point of no return. Probably he knew me too well. We talked for almost the whole night. Interestingly the restaurant’s name was also ‘Blessing Inn’. We began and refurbished concepts of life, start ups, customers, business of businesses and so on. Stuck at countries once, and the games played by humans, then came governance. I hope I write as much accurate as possible.

Fundamentals of business: Business is anything that dishes out utilities required to support life consistently without stop. The final product undergoes some processing, and is sold or exchanged for some good, under some banner or name. That nominal party is to be held accountable for as a whole. In case of geographical territory it’s called a Government, in trade its company and so on. Governance is the sum total of processes that you build to control the path towards objectives and value proposition promised at the beginning. Its Project Management. The processes should always have measuring ways, always denoted by metrics and described by numbers. That is why Mathematics is called language of universe. If you don’t have numbers, mapped to any process, you’re fooling around and you’re illiterate. Masters of functions that process the utilities are employees and those who organise on behalf of these employees are called entrepreneurs or heads or anything. For an entrepreneur governance is the only business while for an employee its skill. Nothing is permanent but for the business, and nobody does a favour to anyone in the chain. Any assumed favour is corruption, which corrodes the functions or governance process, which should be the last thing to come in any form of business. (In sum total he said to treat Governance as a business function, and not to do it as or for favour).

Government and Governance: To define government, it’s the business party created by people coming together, to care about businesses of business what they couldn’t on their own, and to make fair rules to play life as a sport. Augmenting civic infra-structures and rules, regulations and policies. Assuming life is unfair, don’t who said, as if life was a punishment, it’s the business of the quests to drive it to the fairest level. Governance is the business process or project management.

This unraveled a market for law makers and knowledge. But then you didn’t have entrepreneurs. Note that there is no occupation like politics, and to what is called politics is a glamorous name o prisoners’ dilemma to appear important.(the story of importance will come later) The profession is Law making and Management, and to what is called political parties, should be research institutions of laws and policies.

Now you know where the political parties of the world land up, the world’s oldest of parasites, reflected by their names, reproduced out of same words. Ever seen or heard something like Quality Assured Governance Party? Ever saw a political outfit even close to research on laws? All they are marketing houses of opinions, with no identity of their own, then cartels, cartels of importance. Importance to shouts to close life, to call strikes, to burn shops, to snatch livelihoods. Governance is getting 3500 security guards for a year in a city that needs security instead of 76 crore advertisement, efficient advertisement is having 100 security men/km2 . Governance is treating people like customers, not Dalit, not Muslim, not Minority, not trader, not backward, not tribal.

Then he gave a slew of reforms, sharing my favourite four. This is how it goes.

  1. Set a Regulatory authority- Governance Commission of India: A body that frames, maintains, publishes indices and interpretable data on state of affairs, and benchmarks governance. It should quantify governance with relevant metrices, HDI, Gini Coefficient, number of cases pending in courts, number of litigations versus incumbent laws, and so on. A body that sets decorum, gives licenses for practice of law making both at individual levels and institutional levels, a body that fixes accountabilities for any mis-governance. A body that evaluates and benchmarks Quality Assurance in Governance.
    For any market to work fair, there has to be published norms, quality assurance, accountabilities and scope. Indian law making market has none with almost no entry barrier but for one age and citizenship, devoid of any quality checks.
  2. Redefine Tax- It’s always Equity if its democracy: This has a short story, also secret of i-phone.This term which means suffering is the biggest symbol of deceit and single source of all sufferings around. And the word remains the ‘I agree’ to all sufferings, more sufferings and no change. Also the symbol that humans are just another animal who can talk, equally ignorant of the idea of being fair as any animal. So this tax which originated with a lazy and bullish early man over a weaker one, carried forward to monarchies and kingdoms. One day came an employee to account for money to the ruler. Note that he was an employee, encountered this strange source of income without a sale, found it coming off sufferings of inhabitants, so coined it tax. For rulers it didn’t matter, employees knew what their jobs weren’t. As population surged, resources squeezed, rulers broke, emerged numerous micro-kingdoms, thus important people, and then cartels of important people and then finally a new terms to distinguish- Democracy and Republic. Ever since the race for importance continued, so did i-people, i-governments and i-governance (all forms). And one day i-Phone, important phone for important people, from the most important guy. Thus the important price, and hence the i-regret, or just one regret (He went a little bit sober thereafter).
    When you set a business party, it needs capital to begin, thus equity. With equity comes ownership, comes answerability. Then comes care, then comes transparency and but then came black money. You didn’t need transparency, scared you coated it black inside. Tax kept Taxing. Then came the window to evade, then came counters of rebates and favours. Just in case someone ever get to ask, they got a glacier replica called ‘Subsidy’.  No statements, No reports, All gifts. Rigged by design, Supported by ignorance, lived with treachery. Of the i-people, for the i-people, by the i-people.
    Remember for every rupee of black money there’s some loose change in some employee’s pocket. You ignored the government and the government ignored you. Remember they told you at the beginning, “Wealth and Knowledge increase with sharing”. You’d none.
  3. Incentivise doing good, Penalise doing bad: Can you fly if you’re not good enough to keep equity with government? You might, build your own runways, own Air-traffic control or shell out more than other loyal customers. Give that security guy at the airport gate a code to scan, not to read names. This is as simple as that. To make this a habit you can make tons of schemes around revolving debit-credit mechanisms. (This also means, its tough to write long)
     
  4. Restructure the Electorate (From switchboard to dartboard): Ever seen a business with opposition? No workplace requires opposition, opposition is outside. Businesses have goals, so should Governments of civilized states. Why the need of cartel, why the room for cartelization?  Elect a team. Not select pawns. Let the counter-friction stop by election. You choose wisest people to make laws. Play, win or lose, don’t fix, don’t bet. Counter-control doesn’t need people, it needs mechanisms. Let it remain law making and management.
    When you intend to make laws and policies, and you talk of democracy, the governing pool should resemble the electorate as much as possible, as much granular, arranging for needs and limitations. Not all can be reflected in external abstract as governance. Government is external. ‘Accountable Life-support’ not the life. So you have tiers of governments- central, state, local and so on. Get efficient government, not duplicate governments. Let the profile change with profile of governance. National issues need national people, known by all national means, national or international achievements. Let the national team be a sample of the nation. Let the seven stages of man show. Make the electorate look like a dartboard, not switchboard, and not people racing to own switches.
    (In India’s case, for Central government, divide country into five zones- North, East, North East, South and West, elect 110 MPs from each zone, in age buckets (numbers based on population weightage) Get a 550 mix to be a National Governance Team thereafter, it will resemble population. Align to nature to closest possible to get balanced solutions to real problems, not games. )

The Ending: Well, tired after speaking we dozed off in my car, front seats. I woke up alone, and yes the car was open, unlocked, that means he went like going. I asked the restaurant guy, no body knew of him. May Uttarakhand Police look for him.

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Of Despair, Of Pity, Of the Neo-Indian Creativity, Of the Criminal Indian Media

The Bollywood made them dumb with the advent of VCRs, as did the TV with Cables, and the same they’re doing it now with the internet. Getting them dumber, insensitive and spineless, altogether. Disqualifying for the eligibility to live, almost as early as birth, without human rights. We know you would have liked to disagree with this fact but unfortunately, there’s little room to even disagree to disagree. Should you do, we recommend a relook to the cover pic again. One graze at it should send you where we intend to.

It won’t be an exaggeration to say that India did manage to reach from 1.5% of Global Trade at 1947 to nearly 2% (including the parallel Black route) today, as it traversed its journey from the days of erecting border pillars to Mars, from the days of “Telegrams for babus only” to Whatsapp for all, from oxen to man-ploughed fields. That in media went from rumours to fake news as we graduated as a civilization. Things did move forward in every field that could be imagined. The shifts have not been just in forms of  advancements, but also in ages, reflexes, habits, preferences, behaviors, application, all. However, one particular field remained an exception, degenerating hour by hour and didn’t achieve any forward push. Rotting faster than potatoes, fouler than a dead body, or systemic hazardous decline by whichever standards, the sector of Story Telling. Beginning from Education to News and Entertainment, the content ingested by mind, the entire communications arrangement. What changed were the devices, not the substrate.

We’re talking of Indigenous literature and its derivatives. Every content, every video, every text, every audio, every visual, you’d not disagree is a derivative of literature.

One prime example would be of the Daily Soaps. And of the affects, you won’t disagree, the knowledge earned from them, mixed with free time, are used in our times by the Great-in-laws of India for ‘Politics’ and mental games on Facebook or Whatsapp. So this to Flag that: the degeneration in commercial creativity.

And the shameful part of the Indian creativity is reflected in their biggest of stars. Amitabh Bachchan, all his life, all he could play was of the wronged small timers or routine helpless cops. Of his own, on his own, the biggest he could rise was Don, a kingpin of wrongs. Once in his life he did have a chance to play a Teacher (Deshpremi) and next he ever could play a CEO, was only in 2002. That too, of a dumb family business or a glamorous version of sleazy ‘Desi Seths’ referred to as ‘Bada Maaliks’. No wonder he had to fail after the mid-range sabbatical when being too aged for a mainstream hero and old to don a helpless father. ABCL fall, it had to be natural. To run a business, you need to know business, had to be out of way for a dumb Bollywood professional at empty stardom and easy money. I guess the world doesn’t have a dumber Super-star ever. And no wonder, the same dumb celeb is found to be associated with Panama Stash. Nothing else could be expected of an insecure third world, dumb old man capable of nothing. And that, that ‘Angry Young Man’ was product of Indian National Congress, well it has no two ways about it. I guess even Amitabh would find little to disagree with the same. 

And hey, take a pause. Just in case you thought, India was growing, sluggish and short of stories, sorry, you’re terribly wrong. Almost all Nobel and Noble Prizes for India came in before Amitabh. There was one Visverayya who ensured all irrigation arrangements for the subcontinent for the next 200 years in early 1900s itself. There were Bhabha, Tagore, Tata, E-Shreedharan, our very own Kalam rising and sweating it all to give us the ride wherever we are, even as these sleazy bunch of Artists and the so-called Art-Capital or Content Capital supplied sleaze. And all that, for a reason, for they were well fed. Good content means research, development, sweat, hard work. Plus Intellect as well. For them things worked even by getting every sister character raped, or the girlfriend waving some cleavage.

And you know the cost? Should you like to estimate in Rupees, effect per capita or the damage in deceleration the negative of growth, or permanence of recession. Well, 93% of those who manage to go to school come out unemployable. And this has been happening since 2011. Before that it used to be 91% . In fact India ever saw an employment wave, was a decade, The Decade of Devang Mehta, 1991-2001. Aided by Tendulkar however as well. Devang was the back-end engineer.

None of you had been Indians until Tendulkar put a Flag on his helmet. Never before, had the tri-color fluttered with joy before. It functioned only to wrap soldiers until then, in tears. Tendulkar was the steering of the structure. As Indians you were still Bengalis, Ghatis, Jats, Gujjar, Patidars, Gujjus, Mallus and so on. Even the Tam-Brahms met India only thereafter. Team India, India Inc!, Incredible India, all are brand new. Right? ₹, even this came as early as 2010. While rest of us played Dalit-Muslim, it was Devang & Amitabh operating the other end. No, not this dumb bollyfucker we just talked about. Amitabh Kant, currently CEO, Niti Aayog.

No Labrador ever cared for Indians until 1991. $ 128 Million US was the box-office Software Export in 1991. And India was yet to be branded for being India itself. 2001 ended with $ 6.5 Billion, of the same Box-Office Software. And if there was no year 2000, Ghanta would have ever the world known of India. The Y2K Chaos, remember! And Ghanta means, something that is impossible even after Mission Impossible. It was only for that year, that we have Rajiv Gandhi Sundar Pichai and Mahatma Gandhi Satya Nadella. No, its not that Sundar Pichai, wouldn’t have existed, but he wouldn’t have been Rajiv Gandhi Sundar Pichai and hence, also not the CEO of Google. They wouldn’t have trusted an Indian to run a centre of excellence as Google, nor would been Indira Gandhi Indira Nooyi. Even she was raised to CFO PepsiCo only in 2001.

Until then India was Indira and Gandhi was India. And that India was so dumb, so useless, so spineless, so clueless, so characterless, they chuckled like, “Work for Tatas, Invest in Ambanis”

“Work for India, Invest for India. Invest India into the world”, they are yet to manage the balls. Requires vision and I was talking of eyes.

And that’s the damage the bad content, did and does.  Or say, For you knew Amitabh Bacchan, you don’t of Amitabh Kant. In the land of Gandhi, you were fed with Angry Young Man. Worse, you loved it! And to that add Qayamat Aaj Tak (sabse tej), Naya Dosh TV (NDTV) and those 897 number one TV channels in their respective fields. NDTV, just a while ago, used to number one “Election TV” which then was airing bottlenecks of demonetisation sponsored by PayTM.

(Just in case you’re new to India or alien to Hindi, those with prefix in italics are some disastrously dumb news channels of India, which works like acid bottles in hand with surgeon on an operation table, instead of iodine. And the surgeon doesn’t know the difference. Not because somebody sneaked in to swipe bottles or the content, but for he’s on the Operation Table, for he was paid for it. This surgeon comes in at 1/10,000 the cost the right one, while all the hospital is concerned with filming cases. And for India has cattles in plenty, already, it doesn’t even matter. You get people to die for in proxy. And such hospitals keep on running!)

And you know what’s more distressing? The country that has customers less than a cuddle away, ranks 132nd in Ease of Doing Business. While Honesty has already become a fairy tale commodity. Every single display of that, if it happens becomes a News, always. They use it as memories. And now the next in this list to get is Water. This the Indians are yet to know. That the affect of bad content. The result of honesty erosion into the food to enter the mind.

The internet had been a silverlining, having had luxury to have been shaped under the watchful eyes of Devang himself, and that’s the reason we could have Make My Trip and Flipkarts and Zomatoes, Swiggies and TVF. Until the sleaze fishes of the likes of Illiterate Times of India coming on to pollute the pond. With the advent of likes of AkkarBakkar, ScoopWhoop, Being Indian, PopXo, Logical Indian, Bhak Sala, News minute…. Well, feel pity. Terribly pity! I wish the Indian creators could get the fact when Irrfan (Khan) says “Yeh Hollywood? Woh kitni teji se aa Raha hai aapko pata bhi nahi. Jab pata chalega, pata nahi hoga aap ke paas” (Irrfan Khan is one the best actors India ever produced in the last 1800 years around, who has been warning the creative sector, that the internet world, the contemporary content sectors, they’re moving with speed and force such that the day Indians would require to address the storm, they would have long lost their own addresses itself)

It’s shameful for Indian literature, and pity to creativity.

But hey, I wonder of the impression that I’m giving you of India. Hang around and turn back. There’s also a catch. As demonstrated, India has never lacked stories, neither inspiration nor genuine work. It has never been all about Mohan Das Karamchand Gandhi. For Every Mohandas Gandhi, there has been a Mohandas Pai, for every Indira Gandhi, there’s been an Indira Nooyi,  for every Rajat Sharma there was always Rajat Gupta, for every dumb Government of India engineer, there’s always been a Shreedharan, for every Arnab Goswami, there’s also Harsha Bhogle. And for every emerging Kanhaiya Kumar, there’s also an emerging Start Up Kumar. 

The goods are always lesser known. For there had been Brits recently. For diversity is what India is known. And that’s our range. We built the world’s most scalable Identification Module, the UID. Right? That’s our Zero number two. Last time we showed you how to count. On this occasion we’re demonstrating reconciliation, the step next to count. And India, still remains the same. Accommodating to all!

A Man is Known by Company he keeps. Beyond that He is the man of whom he knows of. (Which spreads by Media)

-The Sane Observer

by Start Up Kumar

कौन था हीरो आजादी का

तुम मुझे खून दो,
मैं तुम्हे आजादी दूंगा,
कह कर निकला एक व्यक्ति ने ।

यह की खून चाहिए किसका
ज्यादा कुछ नहीं कहा उसने,
आवाज़ गहरी थी, छु गई सबके दिल ने।

बच्चे पूछ ही रहे थे बापू से, 
खून मांगा है, बताया नहीं किसका ?
एक गाल पर जो कोई मारे थप्पड़  
परोस दो गाल भी दूसरा, समय था उसका
कब मिलेगी आजादी,पता नहीं था इसका। 

किसी को पता नहीं था, 
किधर चला गया था वो जादूगर
जब अचानक से बज उठा एक स्पीकर
फ़्री इंडिया रेडियो चलता था जिधर।

इससे पहले कि समझ पाते
कि वो नहीं था कोई रेडियो, 
वो था तब का यूट्यूब, 
खून से भागता भी भूत
तुम्हें निकालना अंग्रेजी खून,
आया ऐसा संदेश उधर से उसका।

गिरे एक दिन गए बम ऐसे, 
जवाब नहीं था जिसका,
कौन जीता कौन हारा, 
औकात नहीं थी करें जिक्र इसका
लगे पूछने लोग यह बात 
कौन हुआ बाप इस लड़ाई का। 

बात छिड़ी नई जिसकी हुई न बात कभी,
बाटेंगे कैसे जीती थी जो जमीन नई,
क्या होगा लड़ाई के लूट के माल का,
क्या वैसे जैसे किया था हाल अफ्रीका का
या वैसे जैसे बढ़े थे ऑस्ट्रेलिया अमरीका ।

होगी बात यही, जब होगी ख़तम लड़ाई
लगा रखा था उसने अनुमान इस बात का
कहेंगे नहीं था भारत कभी एक देश समूचा
था पहले से उसे ज्ञान इस बात का ।

इंडिया इज इंदिरा, इंदिरा इज इंडिया
वर्क फॉर टाटाज़, इन्वेस्ट इन अंबानीज़
इससे आगे नहीं होगा लिमिट इस देश का
वर्क फॉर इंडिया, इन्वेस्ट इन इंडियंस
नहीं बोल पाएगा कोई बच्चा इस देश का
था मालूम उसे उसी समय इस बात का ।

और रचा उसने खेल डिजाइन थिंकिग का
टू क्वालीफाई फॉर अ सोवरेन नेशन,
यू नीड अ सावरेन आर्मी, कहा उसने
कहा अंग्रेजी में इंडियन नेशनल आर्मी
आज़ाद हिन्द फौज, दी आवाज़ हिंदी में ।
डिजाइन इज नॉट द वे इट लूक्स,
डिजाइन इज द वे इट वर्क्स,बताया उसने।

1944 में मांगा 
खून के बदले आजादी उसने
1945 में बनाया उसे निर्णायक
और देखो कितना जलील है भारत 
करते हैं बहस, कौन था हीरो आजादी का।

by Sarkari Babu

A successful attempt to Questioning Status Quo: The Accidental Prime Minister

First of all the readers should be apprised with the fact that the movie is based on the book with the same name which tells chronicles former prime minister Manmohan Singh’s tenure.

The actors had added nothing except caricaturing the real life politicians in toto, including lead actors Anupam Kher and Akshay Khanna. It is just reproduction of contemporary events of Indian polity.

Main theme of story is based on the relation between our former prime minister Manmohan Singh and his media Advisor Sanjay Baru, the roles are played by Anupam Kher and Akshay Khanna respectively.

The Accidental Prime Minister is a propaganda film, to show the former prime minister look like a weak man. Who is controlled by, for most of the things, by Sonia Gandhi, Rahul, Priyanka and the cunning caucus around them are shown as the real power behind the throne. On the other side makers of the movie are careful to underline that Singh was honourable, upright and personally incorruptible, but that he overlooked the corruption of his party colleagues. It is also outlined that the root cause of this type pf behaviour of Mr. Singh is the fact that Gandhi family and his colleagues in party has far reaching influence.

Kher’s performance progressively grows on you, gradually evoking empathy for his character. Kher makes Singh’s trademark soft spoken demeanour and skittish walk, his own. You will find yourself rooting for him, whether he is mustering the courage to do the right thing, or succumbing to the powers that play him.

But a lot of support comes from his co-actor Akshay Khanna, who ensures there’s never a dull moment in this political drama. Whether it is the crucial nuclear deal or petty politics that repeatedly threatens his own job, he never lets any tension become palpable, thanks to his easy charm. Often talking into the camera, Khanna is quick to strike a chord with the audience also playing the narrator.

It’s hard to say what is more embarrassing in the film , its content or its craft. What comes as a surprise is just how shockingly bad and shoddy the film is. There is a complete absence of any art or craft in its making. Kher minces through the film, his voice reedy, thin, shaky, his body language nervous and unconfident: at no point does Kher’s Singh look like a man who inhabited the PM ki kursi for two full Lok Sabha terms with any conviction. There doesn’t seem to have been a script in place, just a series of scenes meant to damn Singh, and studded with some unintentionally hilarious passages

 

Apart from the actors playing the real people (the startlingly-similar looking Bernert stands in for Sonia, Mathur for Rahul, Kumra for Priyanka, Sharma for Ahmad Patel, as well as actors playing Vajpayee, Advani, Lalu Yadav, Mulayam Singh, and other political heavy-weights), there are also actual newsreel flashes with the actual faces: why?

The movie fails to engage the audience for full two hours.

by Start Up Kumar

Is Dhoni the new Nayan Mongia?

The world cup is days away. Its in England. And the men in blue are far from settled. Batting line up far from systemically crystallized. Middle order so arranged that by fall of wicket number 5, far away from the grounds, even on paper, it gets difficult to find traces of formal batting. And by fall of two, specially if it includes Virat Kohli, it pretty much projects memories of the 90s. Old cricket fans often get reminiscence of Ajay Jadeja or Robin Singh or the combo of Yuvraj and Dravid, leaving behind a lack of sense of assurance when things are not going well.

The thrill of scripting come backs has been evidently off the radar for quite a long time.

Except for the top three- which is very fixed- the whole set of batting gives a glimpse of unstable variable tail with little certainty. And then the main stem of finishing profile, of that of holding the innings, of manoeuvering small anchoring of breezy pace, like those duties looked after by Suresh Raina, also finishing role like those of Dhoni’s himself, those romantic virtues of cricket, specially out of one dayers, that’s missing. And add to this agony of a batting culture country in a run hungry nation. Cricket is not all the same anymore.

It used to be  a game of brains and intellect. Of passions and purity. And character.

No other game ever has been subject to test of Character and Endurance Certificate as Cricket. Not to miss 8 Hours of machine loaded single advertising realty, which is like single long magnet of customers. No game ever produced as much commerce. And may I tell you another greatness of this game. They say the game’s greatest – Sachin Tendulkar- he was God. He is indeed. Not the God of cricket but the God who made Indians need Electricity . That is Cricket. It has been a game which has also produced real authentic Gods.

In the world, if you needed a model code of Conduct and Integrity and Life and Lifestyle, or should you be seeking answer to the question as to how humans should live, should you quest for an ideal replica for humanity in practice, or say, the way 1 kg is the mass of platinum-iridium alloy kept in SI Units’ museum in Paris, what would be the same for one unit of Humanity, let me break this piece of beauty. The day you’ll define the SI unit of Humanity in Practice, in the end the last standard you’ll conclude to like to keep an alloy of Kumble-Dravid. And like Coulomb (SI unit of Electric Charge), the SI Unit of Human Conduct will be Kumble (after Anil Kumble). This came from Cricket. That because of the virtue of Cricket. Thanks to intricacies of the game.

Additionally, its also a better lifestyle game than Golf, and way more of handling of passion than Basketball. (On a personal note, I feel, cricket never gots its due appreciation, because it was invented by Brits, who have historically been opposite of Sport conduct). But if there was an evaluation for completeness of a sport, measuring for social or fitness or  awareness or strategy or management or just any human attribute at subject of test, this game would come right at the top. Even by the count of ATPs used in a game, if that were an indicator, even then, it must be cricket. Its a beautiful game indeed.

And what has been Jeff Bezos to Retail, or Steve Jobs to computing, in very tangible  likelihoods, you’re going to have an Anil Kumble to Machine Intelligence and Education. What was Steve Jobs to Personal Computing, An Anil Kumble to Education, I can bet my life over such a prediction. The phenomenon because of cricket. And also the conviction in this belief – because of Cricket. That is cricket.

A game of Science and human conduct. And of lots of brains. An intense game which inspires engineering. And a game which has had huge impact on affairs of the world. Its a very beautiful game.

I wonder why I’m so overselling this game. Perhaps may be, because I also see that if everybody played cricket, nobody ever would have had Skin-cancer. Humans would have come to know about holes in ozone the very day they happened. The Humans would also have never had invented Acid Rains. Neither would have ever been Soil Erosion if they played cricket, if everybody played cricket, if it was a cult.  Genuinely beautiful. As beautiful as impactful.

Which is no more as beautiful. As it used to be.

But India happens to be one of the best in the trade. In 170 odd days from now on is to happen its Men’s World Cup, which is reasonably fierce.  And like usual, known for handicapped management, Indians, have screwed it again. By poor management. By poor succession planning. A pristine case of how Indians lose. Signature display of  Indians’ affinity to Mediocrity. Indians are a laid-back bunch of humans who aspire of mediocrity and hunt for superiority in that inferiority of mediocrity. How do they pull off this phenomenon so widely, this case is live demonstration of that. Its as much a subject of cricketing nuances as much of trade and life in practice.

Let me take you to this by design.

That, India and Indians are averse to transparent meritocracy is no new secret. Their father was Gandhi, that alone determined the DNA from the onset. Almost invariably, in every field and every institution, top stakeholders are always rigged, people functions which is supposed to maintain human succession planning in institutions and organisations, Indians have universal reservations of unfair practices. Handicapped of  transparency, as elsewhere, so in cricket, the lead of National Selecting panel (MSK Prasad) himself has neither performed much at the international level, nor has had any other history of team building or leading credentials. In short he has never been a public father who has nurtured National Kids or Institutional Kids  for that matter. He’s there simply because he’s there. Not many other supporting the reasons why at all should he be there. Not even moral reasons, forget the technical. But he’s still there.

Same with the hierarchy upwards and on wards. Until the ownership of BCCI. Whether BCCI is about India, or is it a private body of cricketing fans ? Or is it an sporting asset belonging to a Sovereign Nation? What is cricket about or what is BCCI about? Who owns the BCCI ?  Whom does BCCI report to ? And How does it integrate to Sovereign Identity to Republic of India? Nobody knows. Administration has had a democractic orientation, while has the reporting  been historically swinging between Political heavy weights and Political Heavy weights. So it never became an institution. So never did it have consistency. So the game!

I think the only good thing that happened on a cricket field, was Sachin Tendulkar affixing the tricolor on his helmet on his own. I think the idea was pitched by Devang Mehta (there was one Y2K Hero of the world who restructured India in the 90s who also died mysteriously in 2001) .

Luckily, for Indians, that became the day the Indians started needing the need of electricity. And Tendulkar kept the promise quite handsomely until the December of 2011. Just in a span of decade, Tamilians became Indians, Bengalis became Indians, Ghatis became Indians, Tribals became Indians, North East became Indians, Telugu became Indian, Bihari became Indian, Punjabi became Indian. So much so that even Muslims became Indians, albeit on some days-  who on most of the rest of live like Muslims.  (We mean – if you ask a Man what is he?  On 90% of occasions, he’d answer he’s a human.  Ask the same to a Muslim, what is he ? In most of the cases the answer will be He’s a Muslim. I’ve met only five who said he’s a human. One went to IIT Kanpur & one led DRDO of them) This might be phenomenon, perhaps because he needs to pray 5 times a day, but even these kind of Muslims, the least educated of human tribes as a mathematical number, even these became Indians. Universal Identity, Universal Account Number, Universal GPS, Universal Bitcoin, Universal Facebook, Universal Google, Universal Amazon, Universal Bharat Pay, Universal Solar, they all became a phenomenon. So much so that, even Hindustan Lever had to drop Hindustan to come properly as Unilever. This would never have been a possibility in India.

Let me show Indians have lived. How they talk and how they live.

India is Indira, Indira is India. Somebody said.

India is the peninsula south to Himalayas, nobody said. India is the Sub-continent south to Himalayas, India is the subcontinent where continents merged, India is the sub-continent reporting to Himalayas where continents merge, nobody said.

Work for Tatas, Invest with Ambanis. Somebody said.

Work for India, Invest in Indians, Invest in future Dhirubhais, Let the world invest the future into India. Nobody said.

Today, India has a brand as Incredible India. India is today one of the five largest defense budgets, and back to the position of lighthouse to World’s maritime, 75% of World’s freight logistics happens under the watch of you know whom! You have Chennai holding loose ends between Dubai and Bangkok.

So much so for the universal identification for a piece of cloth- a logo- the tricolor. The game spiralled into a glue to stick staggered mix of humans, but never could build an institution. The asset became a commodity. And hence now the commodity subject to what commodities undergo- Volatility and Crest and Troughs. It never could become an institution.

And a what a funny thing. The case went to Supreme Courts as well. But as the fact is that they’re Indians. Handicapped of building institutions, they couldn’t even articulate constitutional ownership nor a ready reckoner for Institutional Building. So its disintegrating.

And in a span of 170 days is the World Cup. Where Indians have designed the way how to lose out a all equipped resource pool, only for the lack of institution building propensities, for the lack of the skills of governance.  And once again no lessons learned even from the most recent churn of the 90s.

A team game of 11 players, of 11 different roles, India has only 6 properly filled roles. For the rest five, a subject to disorder, leading to an appearance that a 11 player team stands for only three. Only three full time players, 8 part time, clueless and mission less.

After Tendulkar, after Ganguly, after Dravid, after Yuvraj, after Dhoni himself, the slots should have been succeeded by institutionalized development. And what a luck that they always had Sehwags, Gambhirs, Rainas, Rahanes, Uthappas, Badanis to fill in to rotate capibilities. Today, Kohli alone looks a one handed substitute of Dravid-Yuvraj, a Tendulkar at the top in Rohit Sharma, and no Raina, no Dhoni (despite having Dhoni himself), no Ganguly, no Sehwag, and many more the nos.

And in this cobweb of illiterate governance, in the centre is Dhoni himself, who’s also himself a very  very skillful thinker of the game. After Ajay Jadeja, a Yuvraj, Ganguly had to rear, and he reared, but after Yuvraj whom ? Dhoni did nothing. Kohli for filling in for Tendulkar, then what about Yuvraj and Dravid? What about the computer engineer of the team, what about Kumbles and Srinaths who’d steer the game with the pace of technical world to keep it contemporary? And what about Gangulys who’d stand for protecting integrity in a vulnerable world ? Nobody ever had answers.

The after effects as you get to see. You’ve Sreesanths and Pandyas and Vijay (in affair with colleague’s wife) and Rahuls coming out in quick succession.

Its painful to see this game in such deep misery. And there’s no way its to return back to its interim golden glory, which in itself was also very fluctuating. When it was intellectually a beauty, it never aced the summit of pinnacle, and when it did, until then the soul was lost already. Thanks to shoddy management all round the corners. An asset of identity symbol ransacked to become a commodity.

And to historical imbalance, roles not matured, absence of succession planning, Dhoni himself has relegated himself as Nayan Mongia of the past. Very Useful, Very Indispensable, but not of use for certain success. Beyond his own best, and too beyond to glue all. By the fag end of 2015, he should have been in the shoes of Tendulkar in terms of dressing room presence. Neither a Kumble shunted of for being visionary and excellent at the same time.

Of the Cricket World Cup, in most likelihoods, it should be England winning the 2019 Edition. United Kingdom is in shambles, slotted to grow less than 1.5% over the next decade, pulverized with uncertainties of BREXIT, they’ve nothing to bind the nation, nothing to stick to rally around for a common identity, hence no common goal, all mired into terror as well, they’d desperately need one. And the coincidence that all other cricketing teams of the world have in general gone on decline to match the maximum capacities of England, I don’t think there’s better evidence of the game of Cricket being fixed. If a commodity called “Geo-politics” exists, this must be one of them, I feel. We can connect the dots.

But the pain remains. The Game of Cricket is not all the romance and intellect it used to be. And not at all the scientific temper that it stands for. And Dhoni the new Nayan Mongia. Useful but not good enough.

 

  • -A disheartened Cricket Fan

 

by Start Up Kumar

The Flummoxing Case of Gandhi

Subhas Bose has died well. He was undoubtedly a patriot, though misguided. 
-Buddha Gandhi
 
That settled the character certificate of Subhash Chandra Bose- Misguided. And why won’t he be? Why won’t Subhash be misguided ?
 
On one end was a monkey-charmer Gandhi who hired an army for Brits and sent in troops without any accountability. On the other was the Engineer Subhash who raised an army out of the same Prisoners of War that Gandhi had sent without any responsibility.
 
Picking up deserted soldiers and accumulating the sons of the soil who were rendered refugee and orphaned for no fault of their own- was what Subhash doing. Bringing them back with pride and honour for the cause they were put in the ovens of world war thay India had no part in- was where Subhash began- or say cleansing the muck and dung of Gandhi was what Subhash began with. No wonder, why Subhash was misguided!
 
And boy, how conspicuously does that demonstrate the hostile blood of India!
Remember the same timeline of 1940s.
 
Out of the uprising the notional independence was close. And for any Nation to be Sovereign the pre-requisite is an independent army. So for the nation which had to be free. The nation that wanted to be free had got to have its standing army- was what the situation. That was the 1940s.
 
Mind you, it always had to be the same- only that nation can be independent that has an independent army. It’s a simple universal common sense. You’re as independent as your defence. The fact was just that this simple fact that to qualify for an independent country you need an Indian army was not known to Indians. This small little fundamental had never crossed an Indian head until now. Subhash was the first Indian to be vocal about that.
 
With a plan he asked Gandhi for a call of army. Seeked help to organise an army. And there was Gandhi – like all dumbfucks I’m the peninsula- “Hum kahan se laayein fauj?” The Hostile Sleazeball got at loggerheads with the Futurist Planner. That bald stooge of the Brits was hiring for Brits after all. How could have he?
 
And the rest as they say is history.
 
The guy who fished sons to send to gallows like lambs for bakrid is known as the Father to the Nation. And the boy who returned pride for those unsuspecting dumb lambs is kNown as misguided. The holy man who got sex at 13 got the license for Brahmacharya Experiment at 40, went on to become Mahatma and still distributing character certificates.
 
No wonder the kids of that Gandhi return as Hungriest and the corrupted. Racing for the top slot in women’s safety racing against the likes of Congo, Syria, Afghanistan & Pakistan. Courts sluggiest without sense of justice. And the country with customers less than cuddle away wagging at 100th in Ease of Doing Business for the love of Ease of doing Crimes.
 
The Gurmeet Ram Rahim of 1940s went on to become the saint of Sabarmati. The Indians didn’t even ask, “Bapu Gandhi, what did you just hire? Is it the Peace Keeping Force even before establishment of United Nations? What’s the purpose, what’s the vision, what’s the goal?” 
And the man with vision, the man with a plan, as usual punished to pains.  Like the Indians do- The hostile illiterates.