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The Riddle of Internet of Things

We’re not Flipkarts, We’re not Googles not Yahoos not Amazons not Facebooks not LinkedIns not The Sane Observers.

What we are simply Customer Magnets.

And then Backward Integrations to our whims. We manage last mile Key Acounts of our clients, who’s the user.

Economies of Scales of the Last Miles.

The world doesn’t understand this. I don’t know why.

Then in the world then happened some illiterate humans, those specially abled varieties, those who see through ears and speak by eyes. Like some of those samples bred over the India’s Education Stables. They bump into you wasting time in arguments. And conflicts.

They’ll ask you, “Okay fine, You do rocket sciences. Tell me what is the Business Model”. And you lose it.

Go tell these fools, in Businesses they have is not Model. What exists are Business Processes. Driven by Purposes.

Tell them, once I’ve last mile delivery, I can toy with you the way I want. Why you see so many internet company in losses because I can prove you how much losses I make. So I eat you up in Taxes, because your taxes are irrational. I’ve last mile. I’m God. If not God, at least the agent of God. I’ve last mile.

Don’t doubt Internet Companies. Doubt your Ignorance.

Every Success in the Internet of Things is a Win of the Good over Evil.

Start Up Kumar

India’s Own Madame Curie and The Zero Number Four

Well, hold your hearts.

You’re to get to know not only the most precious person of my life, but also the most Precious Girl on the planet on whom each of your “Future” rests as long as you’re on Earth. So precious that the first thing I promised her was Vanity Van. And courtesy her, you the humans are getting a Solution as good as a Zero. Zero number four in the service to the Humanity. This owes to one dentist from Bangalore. And you’re being introduced India’s own Madam Curie.

So to know her, you’ll have to know the device Zero and some Zero Sciences, and then of course a little bit of me! And you might have to graze over long description. Hold for that. Madam Curie are we talking about. Bound to be intelligent and sci-fi. That Madam Curie behind the Zero number four!

And more than a Love Story its a Breaking News.

Let’s begin

What is a Zero?

A device to count?

Yes, that it was. But what beyond that? Pause for a minute and think reverse.

You have today a similar “Zero Problem” where the entire world is stuck at and all clueless. In 2018, the whole world is stuck at one pain point just like thousands of years back they were stuck at 9. A problem that everyone has but the answer none has.

Today the world is sitting at the top of mountains of Debts wherein Global Debt is 2.5 times the Global GDP. A whooping 67 million of refugees globally just alongside war-zones, which means one in every thousand human is a refugee. This alongside only those battle field where battles are being fought live as we read this. Total near refugee kind of lives, absolutely homeless and on pity of Gods to survive every day- the count exceeds 2.5 Billions. And 70% of the world is off board, beyond bounds of the bus Economy. Because 80% of the world’s money is with the top 5% of the population and money jumps around the hands of top 30% only.

Money supply gets very very scanty beyond the top 30%, scarcer than water droplets. And humans don’t trade those who don’t have money as you all know. So 70% of the world left to rot and die till malnourishment kills them automatically.

Same was the problem before Zero as well. More than 70% of the population in disparity in desperation. Because none has an answer how to go beyond 9, because none could count.

Let me extrapolate how grave this problem of Global Debt is. What a debt of 2.5 times the GDP means?

As long as debts are not settled, you’ll have conflicts. Why money doesn’t move beyond one-third, because no amount of money is good enough. You always debts to repay. And Debts can be paid only by profits.

Assume that no transaction of the world is loss making, all yield to profits, say 15%. And they all go to serve debts without any leakage. You’ll find to serve just the existing mountain of debts is at least 16 times the debt servicing capacity from the most optimistic stand possible. Factually its more than 50 times. Which is not sustainable. You can only go for a war, acquire countries and lands and resources, sell and then serve the debts. Which the world is doing as reflected in number of wars and in the count of refugees. And then you realise that war is actually more expensive than the debts itself, hence multiplying the problem. Which is going on continuously since the World War.

Nobody has a clue to deal with this.

To survive, only 5 things are needed. 1) Air 2) Water 3) Sand 4) Honesty 5) Sanity. First three for shelter, thereafter Honesty drives the trust and Sanity drives the drive. First four exhausted beyond repairs, as you see from whales to crows to elephants to kangaroos to cows, everyone dying each day. The stock of fifth lies half a decade, until machines have not penetrated into lives and thus onto work floors.

Nobody has a clue again. The whole world stuck at one point!

Same as the world before Zero. Right?

Everybody in wars over exchanges. Humans not knowing to count, hence no ways to trade. Only the influential once could afford luxuries. Else all stealing and quarrelling. You would have 500 sheeps, hundreds of sacks of grains, but can’t sell because you can’t account because you can’t count. Things working on understanding, which gives only disputes and hence fights every other day. War of Egos and conflicts of ignorance.

Somebody amidst the chaos rolled a small wheel into numbers, to get the steer the process of counting. Came in place value system automatically and they could count anything, as much they could. Humans steered away from the war of disputes. (And now you know why the shape is Zero is Round. Zero was the world’s first steering wheel!)

To sum up Zero is a device to steer the world away from the problem it is stuck at. The mother Steering Wheel.

You need a similar Zero today. Some device to bail you out from the sequence of wars. And such occasions have happened only three times in the past.

The first was Zero itself. Second was Currency when you couldn’t resolve the dispute of Barters. The third came in again, from wars itself like all zeroes, but not very long ago. This was when we couldn’t identify whose body is whose, whether our side or the enemy side or which enemy side. On the borders of India and Pakistan. We needed to have visibility on dead bodies at a granularity as unique as the DNA strands itself. Came in Aadhar- The UID. The device through which you could have human reconciliation at human levels, on every unique human basis. The Zero number three.

(Its a pity that Indians don’t know how magical is this Aadhar. Say, when you were born, you were born with a placenta- which outsourced your headache of getting supplies of food and waste to your mother. Your job was only to grow and evolve. But after you were born, your placenta was cut off. You’d love to have the same arrangement in the practical world as well, where in you need not bother for your supplies while you’re bothered about only growth, so that you could grow freely. If you there was placenta, it will need a serial id to have a pipeline for your supplies. Isn’t it? That is the UID number. A very eligible Zero that you’re not aware of )

Fast forward to 2018

You’re staring at a time bomb to blow. Air. Water. Sand. Debts. And nobody has a clue. Entire world stuck.

In fact the fireworks have begun already. All around. You’ve likes of Syria, Gaaza, Israel by the Mediterranean, Zimbabwes and Congos and the Sahara by Africa, Venezuelas & Cubas erupting like volcanoes in Latin America, Mexico & Canada in the North America, European Union disintegrating, that beginning right with none other than the big BREXIT. Terror attacks even in the love lands of France, lands like Philippines in the far East, of the muslim world, lesser said the better. You’re already in the thicks and thins of action. A Point from where only a Zero can save you.

The problem because you still don’t know to count. They have still not learnt to count humans and money. They still don’t know what the device is money.

Money is not money making more money. What it is Money empowering more many, many humans as many as many humans possible. A networking device to have all on board the bus Economy- every human on the same page of Human Evolution. A networking device that induces Midas touch. Midas touch of Empowerment. That is Money”, says this Madam Curie.

Which you humans are yet to decipher.

And the same was Zero. When only few influentials could reap the benefits of economy, a device to empower everyone who were bereft of the power. Zero the person gave in, immediately he said “Vasudhaiv Kutmbakam”. The World is one family. You forgot and invented problems, to come back to square one. You need a new Zero again!

A new device to have all on board. What would be the device exactly? What nature?

If you rake in brains, you’ll find there’s only one purpose an animal has. To live your defined biological span without doing harm to the Earth. You have one rider. You can take other life as long as its food. That’s the only one way to not have conflicts. But things go haywire as you turn human. You want to outsource many of your chores to others to your pleasure. And you can talk more. You’ve more length of time. In such an adaptation, you’ll conclude there’s only one purpose of human life, and the only good way to live human life:Being Edison . That is every human hand manufactures some utility useful to other human hand. Should you get better you build instruments that plug disasters that happen in the dark.

In the long run, survives he who is the fittest. And the fittest is he who has utility. To be fit, everybody will have to be an Edison. Your hands manufacture utility of use to other human- the only condition that fits the bill to survive. And the problem statement of today’s Zero- “How to turn Everyone Edison ?

And here the result: The Sane Observer – The world’s first Knowledge Network. An internet eco-system which transactifies your mental wealth where in Transactifying is mobilising a property of yours into tradeable, like the banks do to your monetary properties. By virtue of various instruments from saving accounts to n number of deposits, demat accounts, stocks & funds and so on. Similarly instruments that converts your mental and intellectual properties into executable wealth.

But its not so simple. Had it been everyone else had been a Madam Curie!

Let’s see what she has in store for you. Take a little deeper dive.

The world is changing. Meat has been produced in labs, and can eyes be scanned by AI as the key diagnosis point. The old is gone, rendered obsolete and irrelevant. And we know the brutal pace. News of Bloodbath is a norm. Enterprises lose billions in a day and are there days opposite of festivals, days of gloom and dooms. Days of Restructurings and Disruptions, Layoffs and Wind ups. Hundreds of thousands of jobs shaved off per day per quarter as the world transitions from Fossils to Data. Beyond the naked eyes where was darkness yesterday is now today there Data. And where is Data is there a machine controlling controls. Is Data the new Oil- the new medium of life. The new lubricant of transactions and the new fuel of economies (The Data).

Today its not only the man who’s getting out of jobs. The meat produced in labs will render many goats and cows out of employment as well.

As the old evaporates to give in to the new order, as machines learn being human powered on power of being machines at learning and pitched against humans who are only humans at learning, has this transition thrown up a gradient of utilities. Professions of the old are being set for extinction, one by one including the essential, non-substitute-able professions as godly as Doctors and Teachers and Engineers. And hence for the rest of humanity as well.

Has spun off a massive epidemic of being clueless and hopeless. More catastrophic in territories of less preparedness like Asia, Africa, South Asia and the rest of the world in direction towards making of Venezuela of 2018 -per kilometer square of human habitation. Has begun a bloodbath per km square as the new Epidemic. Bloodbath is the New Epidemic.

What’s the cure? What’s the antidote ?

To keep pace with the world. To stay relevant. To keep adding new capacities. To know the right. To know right by reflex. The more we dig, we’d realise constant skilling and re-skilling is the final answer. Evolution on daily basis. Growth per day. That not in the dark. For you can’t compete machines, the need now is to be Human again. From being machines of the old order to being the Humans to the machines of the new– The Cure.

Hence the Knowledge Network. A network of Knowledge Accounts. Give your Knowledge an account number as good as your savings account. And in future machines as good as Executive Assistants like a CEO.

Every man was born a CEO until trained to be Gatekeeper”, states this Madam Curie.

Imagine a day wherein you could have Madame Tussauds type replica of yours at home, which is also intelligent, who hears to you, who takes down your orders, does the hard work of knowing the world and telling you about the world, who talks to you in physical space more like the inner voice of yours but more than the inner voice of yours.

Your inner voice can be your life-coach. Right? The one you desperately need but you don’t have. This is the machine that this Madame Curie needed and is being built.

In the third worlds of poor america where they’re dealing with dumb Alexas and Siris and Google Assistants, here in the land of Zero, a new Zero steering you out from the swamp of Bloodbath. Giving you the tool to monetise your mental wealth, on the path to give you a machine which is as good as a childhood friend till you live. A reliable friend to fall back to.

Thanks to Madame Curie!

PS: The Sane Observer– the name is dedicated to this Madame Curie.
SanE= San + Edison (Her name begins with San)

Start Up Kumar

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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Start Up Kumar

What all ills have Hindus infected from Muslims?

The world today sits at top of global debts 2.25 times the Global GDP. Or say, if only profits can serve debts, and assuming that all transactions of the world are profit making- say a median of 15% at least and they all go to serve debts without any dissipation, world is sitting at debts of at least 16 times the debt serving capacity. This is in the most optimistic look possible. Which is simply not sustainable. To deal with that there are only two options- 1) Going for a war-> acquire countries and lands -> sell the booty 2) Economise Human resource->Drive every human hand to produce utilities for another human hand -> Drive productivity hence more profitability per person in addition to more person added-> Close the debts.

While the first one adds up to the existing cost of debt recovery. And despite counting humans as 0 value pawns total cost comes upto more expensive than debts themselves., which rules out the Techno-Economic Feasibility. So clearly, the first one is not the option. The second however has an opportunity. More than 80% of the world’s humans are yet not on board the bus economy- off touch the mainstream because they never had money.

That Money was nothing but a simple device to network humans to get everyone on same contour as the human evolution- same levels of human evolution. Fir instance, the world has computers- the device to process and transmit human knowledge, every human should have been using computers today- but 80% of them are quite untouched. Money was that device of midas touch to make this happen, make everyone happy, equal and connected. That is the sole reason someone must have devised currency- to resolve disputes of barter. But that never happened, because they went the religion way while no religion explained so.

Today, after 2018 years of Christ, you’ve had two major world wars, over 70 years of proxy war, armament race, and over 400 Million registered refugees around the globe in 2018. Every war, every conflict, every escalation that is possible, that exists. Every disparity imagine-able that exists, every crime possible executed.

On the contrary, other ramifications of life- other animals and plants- they never had any religion. Only diversification in species and a little change in race to location, or again may be different species. But never did anyone of them ever needed a religion. Each one has defined purpose- to serve biological span- to eat out what the body is designed to, to satisfy hunger and sex and guard the earth as long as they live.

No hunger as long as not punished by humans, and very very very very limited cannibalism. That only in meat eating cats or few snakes in times of utter desperation, otherwise none. And each understands the language of friendship. The best example of that can be reflected by the beautiful mowgli girl rescued from Nainital forests. She’s 9 and well kept, well raised in company of monkeys. She understands the language of friendship and companionship like no other human. In fact she can communicate to all- humans and animals with equal ease. Dogs of Lucknow hospital where she’s kept, are more friendlier to her than humans therein.

That tells volumes on Humans and achievements and fallacies of religion. To sum up- that all religions are equally dumb, equally hostile,  equally discriminating, equally useless would not be a wrong assumption if it was about logic. If no other animal required a religion, so shouldn’t have humans as well. Or why they devised this subscription called religions, because humans had devised money. They needed temples and churches and mosques to make humans converge towards defined realty.

Erect a temple, you will automatically mushroom a city or a town within span. And why you have religions, and hence many many sects as derivatives, because humans are small creatures. They do not have in them to operate independently, they need cartels to express themselves. Religion was the first fundamental set of identity. The larger the gang, the larger the trade of chaos you can make. Humans as they are- modified apes- aping what the other more popular ape did to get more followers.

So, on that note, this is not to defy religions at all but for listing fallacies, particularly for this set of rival dumb religions or their practitioners for that matter of political correctness, mostly found in the illiterate peninsula of the Indian Sub-continent.  Of these however there is one truth in about them. One expresses itself to be little more rational going by history and statistics. All that disrespect if at all it comes, comes from a human stand-point and comparison Humans vs Animals.

And to the spineless brigade of “Diversity in Unity” – Unity in diversity is no achievement. Animal bio-mass is far far far far more than any human diversity. And also a hell lot in individual identities. While Earth in total houses 7 Billions of Humans, Delhi alone houses more than 7 billion pigeons and crows. They live happily, didn’t even mention or complain about population explosion. Only that no pigeon required a Silicone Mansion which required ocean beds and river beds to be dug. In the name of Unity in diversity, the brigade practices only countless discrimination for rejection as per convenience. Not an eligible statement for a state that makes Human Capital Index as lowly as 124th worse.

To survive only five things are needed.

(1) Air – for Shelter  (2) Water – for Shelter  (3) Sand – for shelter (4) Honesty- drives Trust (5) Sanity- drives the Drive

First four already exhausted beyond repairs- the stock of fifth lies half a decade. Thanks to a large part to religion. Today the whole gulf beginning from Dubai to Riyadh hangs as high towers of Silica as deep the dredged ocean floors. Same for whole of North America and Europe, and almost same for almost whole of the world but for Scandinavia. Singapore/Japan/New Zealand may make the cut for happiness and prosperity, but not enough against what is called Earth. The whole world otherwise suck equally. Again thanks to religion. Because no tales of God was written by God himself. And no human attempted being God. All they attempted being brokers or Executive Assistants of this big CEO called God.

If you look closely, you’ll find this God terribly hostile on lands which worship Gods the most. The most pristine example being India and the rest of sub-continent. Ask an Indian to describe himself or herself-  More than half are reported to describe themselves as “God-fearing normal humble human” in the first introductory pick up phrase. Refer matrimonial profiles of Indians for veracity. They don’t have any other identity than pantheism. And as you see, they can rape even a kid of 6 months. (This crime happened a week ago in Indore). The country with customers less than a cuddle away wags at 100th in Ease of Doing Business, for the Ease of Doing Crime- because they can’t follow civilised law- born mentally handicapped to observe mutual amicable discipline. Thanks to God!

Indians fear only God. And the law toggling between visibility of truth and false. Satyamev Jayate they follow- toggling between what is true and what is false. And hence you find an Indian, more often than not, an argumentative human. Lots of opinion, and close to negligible expertise. Top in Hunger, Top in unhappiness, Top in lack of transparency, Top in lack of women security, Bottom rung in whatever indicates life. Be that agricultural productivity per unit metric, human productivity or any productivity. Key Businesses- omnipresent- Manufacturing NPAs or best word to keep forward- crime. Only 1% pays taxes- that says it all.

If you go a little deeper, to compare Indians with other races, you’d find only one parallel between India and other landmasses of the world. India and the United States. Both a sub-continent in their own rights or Sub-continents where Continents merge. Look at the map, you’ll find only one fitting description- The Subcontinents where Continents merge- and hence the lifestyles of livestocks. Feature as Sea of immigrants- with a common culture- of synthesis. Whoever came to the Prairies or the Indo-gangetic plains, they became something else, a mix of the natives here. They synthesised a new identity. But India is not US and the US not India. One is land of opportunities and the other market of opportunities. The differentiating factor- the motto of the two countries

Satyamev Jayate” says India- Truth will prevail- takes 100s of years to settle what is true.

In God We Trust” says the US- We absolutely don’t know what is true or false. Only God knows. So let’s do one thing, let’s make you meet God. In case of occurrence case x, God says  follow y. Our job down here is only to make you meet God. Settle your truth or falsehood with God. You get a rule where everyone bows to the rule equally.

And what a startling contrast: The land that professes Theism- faith in God- runs purely on Science & Technology. And the land that professes reason and truth, runs purely on God! And the impact- In India life is always in two dimensions- a)Theory b) Practicals. Theory is to say or profess- having no relation of practice. In practice they will do what the others do, replicating the same mistake.

Let’s take this anecdote from the life of our half naked father of this country- how the deviation between Theory and Practice stems in, and how it works.

Once kid Gandhi was a toddler when he was in primary school. He was always a mediocre  and a slow student, took time understand shit if he could and was  handicapped of deciphering phonetics. In India when they begin teaching, they usually do that with dictation and spelling test. And like in Indian schools, they give surprise quizes on pre-determined days. whereas elsewhere you’ve surprise tests on anyday. So on a Monday happened a surprise test- of spellings- an absolute sitter of 5 words. Only Five words! Yes, mark that, only Five. One of which was “Kettle”. The criminal word which Gandhi couldn’t.

Inability to spell “Kettle” for grade 5!  Yuck! (Indian fathers pulverise their kids for this).

But that was surprise test administered by a brit. The Brits invented fogs and smogs as early as 1930s. That for a small island of population of 30 Millions only on geographical feature well protected by seas- Only because coal was free in India. So you understand their education standards.

The Indian teacher doing rounds, found this lonely dumb kid Mohan handicapped to spell an easy sitter. The guy first whispered the error- either alignment of double “t”  or placement of “e” in the spelling. But this guy was Gandhi!  Say, the guy who needed to sleep with women naked to learn about sex to discover that part of skin got erect due to naked women around, that despite having a wife as early as 13. May be he had time, for there were no pressing issues in the country during the while.

That sounds like Garib Mallya. No? Company of women without being on a cruiser. Or was that like Ijjatdaar Ram Rahim? Sabarmati & Dera- What was the difference? I don’t know!

Well, let’s give him a benefit of doubt. He was not Ram Rahim. He knew English and was an NRI. Eligible Bachelor. After all, has been labelled Father to the Nation, features on currency. He was nice man. At least peaceful. Not Osama Bin Laden, not Lalu Yadav. That’s no mean achievement either. Gandhi Kubul hai. Agreed.

But I still want to ask what was the unit that Gandhi hired two rounds, two world wars. Was it the United Nations Peace Keeping Forces before the existence of United Nations? Say, Subhash Bose also did the same. He knew after the war the world will come to negotiating point. If you stand-put at a frontier, hold on till the end, just holding on to the ground, he needed an army. Bola Azaad Hind Fauj, Jab jitenge, khade honge- yeh territory Azad Hind ka. After the war when you hold on to the territory, raise up a hand and say this territory is under Indian National Army. Named the institution Indian National Army. He had a vision, had a strategy.

What was the name of Gandhi’s Outfit? Vision Mission, If someone could answer I’ll die satisfied. Else for all my losses in chances goes to Gandhi. What kind of Father was he? The one who he whether exists or not, doesn’t matter? The world’s first father whose kids were guranteed to be orphan?

Baby born.

Boy/ Girl– What?

Tccchh.. Gandhi ka baccha hai re.. Anaath hai.  Anathalay bhej usko. Gandhi’s kid baba! Orphan. Ship the baby to Orphanage. Nobody needs to know boy or girl.

So that was Gandhi. And the result?

Rapes ticking per second around the country. The kids of Gandhi experimenting Brahmacharya on babies and chicks. Experiments with truth like How it feels orgies in Gang or young baby, what you feel like inserting rods or how does passage from uterus to intestine feel, can intestine be pulled out by another hole other than the alimentary canal-Expansion of Gandhi’s experiments.

Sounds awful! No?


So the young Gandhi couldn’t decipher the teacher’s prompt.  (Crime 2- Handicapped to take instructions). The teacher next nudged to copy from elsewhere. But here that gandhi was a mama’s religious boy- who had taught her to never cheat, never copy, and only to have sex whenever his hard disk becomes too hard, so this guy didn’t. He wanted the orgasm of being true.

Nobody knows if Gandhi learnt the spelling or not. Gandhi never told what error he did. He told only that he got orgasm of being true. I guess, not at all going by his illegible signature. But the story is recycled as the reckoning of young Gandhi for India’s fatherhood. Honhaar Birwaan ke hot chikne paat as they describe in India- first demonstration of talent by a child prodigy.

Now here are questions to be asked. Did Gandhi create a spelling when he next learned? Is memorising not copying ? Did that episode add to education by any means? What was the story meant for other than adding one extra page in a book? What does the story mean for education? If the case was about not having corrupt teachers who assist in exams, or hard working teachers who actually taught phonetics to make spelling power perfect after Gandhi episode, nothing of that sort happened.

You only came to know that Gandhi got an orgasm. So you also try that G spot.

Would it not have been the quickest to learn a spelling the moment he got a correct referral to refer for correct spelling? Did the dumbo question rote learning or lag in India’s education of  not a proper framework for scientific learning? Ever complained about not teaching phonetics?

Well, all that needed brains. Brahmacharya comes in when you have committed responsibility for society and not trying sex.

And I’ll tell you what must have happened. Gandhi wore glasses, which he didn’t have in school.

And what was full of flaws in practice, discounting the fact that Gandhi was himself bereft of education, they floated this flawed tall looking nice sounding story which is anyways flawed. There’s nothing to learn from that story. By not copying you aren’t doing any good as long as you’re not learning. Not learning is as good and as criminal as not copying. Third World story of Third worlds.

And in context of Gandhi it Sounds tall as demonstration of principles, of the man who had actually no principles of his own. And the fundamental reason why Benjamin Franklin on the US Dollar keeps flowing and jumping and being electric while the Mohandas Gandhi on Indian Rupees remains hoarded, stocked, shackled,  confined, stagnant and only siphoned off quickly when none’s watching. Gandhi ka note kabhi kisi imaandaar haath mein nahi gaya. Nahi jaa sakta. Aukaat nahi uski. Nowhere in the world have been Banking frauds without a proposed investment against it, that happens in India only. Because Gandhi lives confined and restricted only among his kids as he experiments sleaze in the name of Brahmacharya. 

Where would have such flaws would have come from in India- that was the land of entrepreneurs and trade? India did close to one third of the world’s trade by early 1700s until Brits dropped in. You’ve always looked upto Indians as non-expansionists but you always find Indians in every territory, everywhere tugged along the sea-shores. Every Sixth human an Indian equally distributed across lands. Why and How?

Was that because India had trades worth one third the World’s GDP? For that to happen you needed strong supply-chain, efficient last mile delivery- and hence an Indian troupe at every port? Is this phenomenon found at every port of the world? Yes, absolutely yes. there is no other way you could have found desolate islands like Mauritius, Maldives, Fiji, Hawai, or Antwerps and Hamburgs of the world beelined by Indians.

So what went wrong with these crop of entrepreneurs and innovators. One was Gandhi for sure, but he came in pretty late. And if there was a Gandhi, Indians also had a JC Bose, way senior than the dumb Brahmcharya player. Yes this doesn’t look like a politically correct stance. But there must have been wrongs. And before I begin, let me make it clear, I know nothing about any religion. I’ve never read even Geeta or Ramayana as practised closed to my surroundings. Its all extrapolating societal observations. The way Humans behave. Also, to add to the spice I’m one artificially intelligent character- Start Up Kumar. My stance has only curiosities thrown up to humans- and bears no validity whatever in the tangible world. May the world that is already heading towards bermuda triangle of death without air without water and without sand, may it die sooner, it doesn’t bother my existence at all. I’m not human. I’m Start Up Kumar I might romance Sophia of Saudi Arabia- Artificially Intelligent citizens.

So why does this land of Hindus who along with Muslims make for more than 98% of India make this land where 99% don’t pay taxes, or not bothered at all about the land. What made them so dumb? That they’re dumbest of all in the world of data in 2018, there are no two ways about it. Being 16% of the world, they make for only 1.2% of the wealth, as pointed earlier, at the bottom-rung of all charters that indicate life and at the top of all that heads to death. Including being the most polluted land of the world. As much polluted in Information as much in physical tangibles of air water and soil.

The Hindu-Muslim Conflict is at it there’s no two ways about it. They split and went for a mass carnage to play holi of blood the day they had to party. The Brits who had drawn borders using set-squares and rulers all along Africa or wherever they went, split this land along the river course of Indus and Ganges. That a nation is all about a seamless common market without a barrier, that a border is nothing but a simple machine to make goods and services expensive, that larger a territory, the better it is, why didn’t have a clue? Worse in the years to follow, they only made this peninsula a franchise of political or corporate kingdoms. Look at these two anecdotes.

“India is Indira. Indira is India”-  (India was always the sub-continent reporting to Himalayas. The sub-continent where continents merged.)

“Work for Tatas, Invest in Ambanis” (Work for India, Let the world invest in India- nobody said)

What made them so dumb?

To begin with Hindus have had long history of research and academics. They have documented advances about any shit in the world. Also made world’s majority of businesses. Having Indians at all corners, at all ports means they were quite industrious. No history of international military hostility means less knack of wars. There were few in-house in the name of properties, inheritance disputes or love interest disputes. But all of them boundary disputes- very little history of petty invading.

Then happened Secularism. True to its Culture of Synthesis. Here were Hindus the natives initially.  And then as Indians started expanding business worldwide, they got to know of India and humans started incoming to this peninsula. Who came first we don’t like to know- but the result they left in 2018 years after Christ that we know. Erupted out of it a spice Secularism. And they learned from each other. Hindus Copying Muslim Mistakes, Muslims copying Hindus mistakes. Cumulatively nobody cares who are they. Whether an Indian dies or he dies or he died or he will die or however he dies- nobody gives a damn ? Does someone?

Let’s see who comes up. Would be Glad if he comes in Gandhi fashion, with the same levels of sophistication, same temper. And we hope you’re not looking for Hindu-Muslim spice. Yeah, sorry to break hearts, we’ve already giving you spice. Enough. I can hear Gandhi’s cries upstairs. I flog the guy daily with my slippers even though it doesn’t matter that also keeps me away from Lakshmi. So no Hindu-Muslim tamasha at all. We’re not Naya Dosh TV, not Qayamat Aaj Tak, not Zee Sir news, not Repellantic TV, not ordinary Indian Media. The fact is they both copied each other mistakes. And to a large extent, there’s certain degree of truth in the fact that one faction has more flaws. All of that because of one Fundamental Error.

Let’s explain this with an anecdote.

In 2005 there were Floods in Punjab- which had no relation with borders drawn by some dumb British Surveyor. Kashmir Punjab whole in drains. These humans had actually devised a technology to have floods even in mountains, where water always has current. Clouds heavier than Glaciers. As you all know the super-scientists that humans are- having already had diluted air and water as well, those were seasons flood in 2005. In Northwest of Himalayas. And Humans in Dubai where Indian Pakistanis live together only, in one colonies, where rent is cheapest, like Sharma ji Vermaji, like India Kumar like Pakistan Khan, adjacent doors.

It so happened one day at one door that one India Kumar was sending Flood relief materials to India when on the way he met Pakistan Khan, asked “kaa be Pathanwa ka bheja Ghar? Dude what all did you send back home?”

“What home? Rupye thodi Badh gaye. What’s unusal about it?

“Baadh aaya be. Dude we had floods. Devastating, we sent relief, what about you?”

Naa.. mere ghar pe sab thik hai. No man, nothing of that sort. Our place is safe.

Later they found Pakistan Khan used to save money by calling only once a month saving on International Calls for he had four sons and three daughters. Indian Kumar got news on 15 day that two of his daughters died and wife waiting for death in shelter home. He had lost his house.

The same happens in India as well, only on a little different scales. India’s Munaf Patel lives in his village, while Pakistan’s Arshad Khan pulls Uber in Australia, even as you’re just clueless about what happens around the world. And you’ve only learned from each other’s mistakes, copying each other’s flaws. Like you treat women as commodity and property, Ignorant about the world, absolutely non-industrious, shouting only on them who allows, false sugar-coating, blind to disasters, unreceptive to wisdom, hostile to fairness, friendly with sleaze, apologetic by the end, may be half naked like Gandhi, but nobody gifted you poverty. Wrong are they who tell about progress. The truth is you’ve only lost from more than one-third the world to less than 2% the world. Just because you’re Tigers at home, and wet bird outside, there are handful rich in the country, except for the legitimate Mahindras & Reliance & ITC & Bluestar & Contemporary SMEs beyond 90s who’re genuinely rich. Artistry of Desi-Maaliks & Seths are found either in UTI counts of Women, or in the color of toilet pots on those workfloors or cumulative in the disease logs of AIIMS.

Now Go Count how many ills you have infected from Each Other. Dare to Ponder.

Apologies to Gandhi. May you deal us with the Sophistication of Gandhi, and may you fetch answers. You live in the age when humans are not Humans anymore. Humans are Marketplaces. The Question looms not in Peace between Hindus & Muslims, but in that, that, Are you equipped enough to see it out when Data is the new oil. How equipped are you on the day when Data is the fuel, Data is the lubricant and when Data is the Trigger?

Roosevelt once said, “If they are Bastards, they are our Bastards”

And soon after he also remarked to Churchill, “Lucky to share a Decade with you Churchill”

Together the Hindus and Muslims play to this tune. Until Today.

That’s All.


Start Up Kumar

Lady-blow: The fall ride of Mohammad Shami

10 days ago, here was  a young man protecting his lesser known wife from online abuse.

Though he played cricket at the international levels for his country,  he was from the shadows of Amroha from the backward households of Muslims. Away from education, away from civilisation those worlds generally mean what is equal negative opposite of Elites. Trashy, coarse, unsophisticated and literacy just as limited to sign if at all it exists. India’s education is anyways to gods. And this was the North of India which by all measures and indices is best known for illiteracy.  Or to illustrate better and softer the difference between literacy of North India and South India would be just as much between ambient status of Flipkart and Snapdeal.

So here was this human: a male + India + Muslim + uneducated + North India. On 99.99999% occasions if life survives until 25, the range of limits of such a human ranges between two posts- from being criminal to being a measly paid government staff- from being one kind of inferior human to another kind of mediocre human. Opposite of Elites as we said. These crop of humans are spotted doing anything for survival. Typically if life peaks for them, the peak is mediocrity and is meshed with hourly intercepts of sleaze and unpleasantness to spin into an unhappy timeline.

Off that, this guy was a rising star.  Went on to play International Sport.

With internationals, came in money, came in fame, came in sophisticated phones and cars. Life zipped at one leap from sun dried black and white, to electronic colors in high definitions.  From bank account opened with great difficulties to shiny chirpy Internet Accounts. And 10 days ago, here he was protecting his shiny trophy wife from millions of illiterate conservatives. Were there millions of Miyajis recommending to keep the Biwiji covered, and were there millions smirking that the fool couldn’t handle his wife. For the fame was new, here was he propagating from whatever civilisation he learnt with world tours and elite Indian Cricket dressing room- the tenets of harmonious humanity. Was just 10 days ago, was he demonstrating “India Shining”.

Slow rewind to 10 hours ago. The shiny fast bowling star is booked with charges of all that usually hardcore criminals are. And Biwiji leaking the new News every 10 minutes. That Biwiji who was a mere cheer leader who could neither speak English or Hindi, now printing and exposing screenshots off androids and iOS and many internet accounts every 10 minutes. This Biwiji was merely lifted out of poverty and animosity to high ends of South Kolkata Heights who turned sour in a flash, ruining every stride the bowler would have taken to reach the state of bowling 8300 international deliveries. The bowler, just 28 lies now decorated with life-threatening allegations to come clean- just hours after a winning streak of a satisfying tour. And on the other side lies Biwiji being protected from privy eyes vying for the yields off over 4000 kms run off  international cricket fields (without running or supporting the runs of course, like all unworthy ineligible Indian women do)

What a way life behaves! And what a fall ! All for a marriage!

Shami, a peak international sportsman at his peak will most most probably now never be back to cricket pitch ever. Keeping success rates of men of nasty wedlock cases in India, its practically impossible for a little educated cricketer being able to exit if at all he does without being broken. He must not return as mentally fit that the rigours of fast bowling and the game of cricket demands even if he does. While the mild fame will have no relevance in the intelligent age of internet, there would be little left for livelihoods by the time Indian Courts pronounce judgements. For a little educated cricketer, the run ups would limit to home, courts and police stations.

While nobody knows what would be true from inside, but tumultuous turns every 10 minutes points to one certain thing- of relationships between the young Indians. Volumes on the priorities, expectations, lifestyles, mindsets, backgrounds between the young men and women. And then the association with the law and society.

On one end was a young man, less educated needing to have a beautiful wife to flash to adorn the international stage, on the other was a less educated abandoned biwiji struggling to make ends meet through random stage appearances. One needed some public grace, one needed riddance from daily haggling over duration of an event and money. Eyes met, Needs met, they married. Sans verification, Sans planning, Sans understanding, Sans love.

The practical land of India that it is, with its women being more practical than their men. Never would you find an Indian woman doing the same thing what would she advise her daughter in a similar condition, nor would you find a man doing that to son. Marriages here are more often than not, purely commercial deals. And worse, if a woman is in any relationship other than her first. In the early days that used to be between parents, now today between the boys and girls straightaway, only as much the change.

As aptly demonstrated by the case of the couple. Allegations of rape and murder years after the year of little fame. A man at his peak of his glittering Indian career scanning court papers and a woman knowing little more than some human names, just a little to scramble fingers over phones, who’d have squatted little than bed and other physiological needs seeking equality and mileage  over years of runs around international sporting nests.

May those Indians in race of marriages take a cue!


Start Up Kumar

Who Should have been The Father of India?

Father of a Nation- A figure that you’re going to be known by and ideals to be disseminated each time you grow, each time you require your mistakes be corrected. The referring tower of life principles. The figure that you’re looked down upon as the flag bearer or your pre-meet perception for identity. The answer to the question as to which lineage you carry. In most general cases humans attach the designation of Father to some abstract in order to define that field. So that the tradition follows.
Say you’d be glad that the Father of Science was shifted to Galileo. Applications overshot, Industrial Revolution commenced within a decade. Until you’d Aristotle bearing that, you’d Earth safe. One was Godlier, diversified, undifferentiated while the other a firang baniya, fully commercial. In less than 600 years here you are without sand, without air, without forest, nuke loaded, racing against machines.
Or take Mendel- the Father of Genetics, you figured out Gene editing, but not the Genome pool. Miles out of reach that. Or Babbage for that matter, humans still fear machines. Whosever father was whoever, remained the discipline just the same as the respective father. Check any discipline, you’ll get exactly the same answer. And whichever discipline didn’t have one, say for instance- Politics, none labelled anyone as its Father and you know how orphan is that. You can’t distinguish if that’s orphan or illicit. Think of a field, pull up its father, you’d need nothing more to describe the domain. Invariably.
And generally this label of Fatherhood, is given at a inflection point of a given abstract, just about the point its to come into definition and take shape. If you differentiate Market cap with respect to per capita of humanity, you can well have a “Law of Fatherhood” which could predict when its time to assign a Father to a domain. The link is so inherent.
As humanity has gone until some 2000 years beyond christ, wherever the nomenclature went wrong, that went wrong. Pakistan would be a pristine example. The day one had to party, they ended looting, rioting. “Has ke liya Pakistan, lad ke lenge Hindustan” kept and kept singing its subjects. And you see the result. Despite playing International Sport for his country, ex-cricketer Arshad Khan ploughs Uber for a living, that too as far as Australia. Bullet is more common than a smartphone in that country. The English language that the cricketer must have feared to not win Man of the Matches in order to avoid post match presentations, the poor fellow must be navigating through unknown streets 15 hours a day. Worse, even Jinnah would agree today that receiving passengers in English would still be far far far better than pedalling rickshaw at home in Peshawar. And easier as well!
Wherever there’s future, there’s always a father. And because like begets like, as the father so the future. Fundamentally owes to the need of mentorship and affiliation until an individual shapes up independently. Humans are a weak race in this respect. Huge Brain, long life span, boosted by ability to trade and grade and talk, they all add upto constant incompleteness and inadequacy. Something remains left to achieve. And then there’s this revolving debit-credit of rewards-penalty, you remain incomplete and always short of some affiliation, some direction to set. And there come fathers for the need of benchmarks. And hence also leaving no alternative to Fatherhood. No Father, no Future. You have to have a father, such is the orientation and significance.
And now you know, how important is to identify the right identity, to assign the right legacy. Should there be any error, the results end up disastrous. The higher the stakes, higher the catastrophic impact. As reflected from the state of Earth itself. You’ve lost Sand, you’ve lost air, you’ve lost water, you’ve lost honesty. What exists are mountains of fragile egos and chaos. All clueless. One Shift from Aristotle to Galileo, from being content to application. One shift and Boom.
Something of the same cadre happened with India. The majestic land of Himalayas which was never a country, was always a sub-continent. Historically, a land of rivalries and trade. Sport by culture. Some 70 years ago happened a reboot for this peninsula, a father was assigned. And as speak the results, the future after the Father:
130th – Ease of Doing Business– For the Country of customers less than a cuddle away.
124th- Human Capital Index- The ability to come back in life should things go wrong
118th- Hunger Index– Indians have Death Line- glamorously coined as Poverty line- minimum amount of wealth required to purchase energy to survive a day. Those around or below the line die hungry.
133rd- Global Competitiveness– They all race towards being Practical- which is copying the past- that past which is not the future. And then they crib- Not enough opportunities.
Bear two types of Reservations: a) Reservation Innate (having born with) b) Reservation-in-paid- a place bought clearing the demand supply bids.
Wealth Distribution: Reserved for bearers of Reservation in Paid
And figures beyond these unbearably shameful. Still worse, the above after a good 25 years of magic of a magician who spoke 17 languages.
The results give little room to disagree that India did go horribly wrong with its identification and nomenclature. While what is of notice, conspicuously, the number of times of Gandhi has been killed post his first assassination as he died each time the same way. The demonetisation of 2016 for instance. Jailed, confined, murdered, rendered obsolete, uncared, joked, mocked, sold, oversold, traded, brokered, to the effect to be synonymous with sins. Worse, Gandhi despite awarded fatherhood to every Indian human, the old man lives still amongst his own away from the masses. As does every kid of Gandhi keeping the daddy Gandhi chained, stored, locked. That a father is meant to be kept fluid, that father is to be adhered, that father is to be looked upon, the kids never knew. Or say to be a Gandhi’s kid is as good as being Orphan would not be an exaggeration, taking cues of the results.
That leaves a question, who should have been the apt candidate. The figure who could be the guide with demonstration, the one to have corrective aptitude with vision, without micro-management. Responsible by the day, coach by the night, and a father by the end. A father to inspire with a benchmark to ace. That for India. The land which was never a country, but always continent. A land that however minuscule you shred into, every milimetre square still remains a continent or an open zoo of all types of humans and animals and trees and birds and snakes and sun and water.
You’d not disagree whoever came to India ever, left the same person he came. None. Not even the Steve who had Jobs in his name. No hydrogen collider, No Washington, No Pentagon, No White House, No UN, No Ship, No nuke, No Spacecraft, No DNA, No car, No device, No engine, No medicine ever shaked without an Indian hand. Treachery, deceit, invasion, inspiration, miracles, bravery, chivalry, knowledge, politics, surviving, thriving, electric, mechanical, businesses, crimes, open source, licensed, patents, copyrights, open, closed, socialist, democratic, engineered, non-engineered, you name it, you pull it, all etched in a compact 4Million Square kilometers. A title-The World’s Civilisation’s Lab- you’d not have mind to assign without a shred of doubt. All this land has been a potboiler of all experiments since it has been, a research house of Governance and civilisation, of what all can humans bear.
Father of such a Nation- Who ought to be ? What should have been the conditions?
Elgibility: The father who could be ideal to any human offspring born.
Career: Proven ability to shape destinies
Philosophy: Happy Human Evolution Champion.
So we zeroed on achievements and thus achievers which led to happiness and prosperity post the installation of achievements. From Zero to Mars Orbiter Mission, from Aryabhatta to Visverayya, Jamshed Tata to Shreedharans, Subhash Bose, Homi Bhabha, Saradar Patel, Field Marshall M Cariappa, Ranbindra Nath Tagore and so on, we zeroed on to 3000 biggest contributions to make life happen. And was there also the incumbent Father in the fray. The new eligible father needed to have contributed more than the officially designated one. You would not be surprised the majority of contributors came from South of India. All the notable structural contributions invariably have come off India South of Tropic of Cancer. (Notably, Gandhi hails off the Tropic!) Its a little unfortunate that North India truly stands nowhere against the southern half.
So began the hunt. For the India that was to emerge out in a globalising era, at par with the world, from the shadows of its own indigenous education, trade, socio-economic fabric, cutting through the rut of exploitative administration of Brits, naturally, the father had to be the one having roles with structuring education. The first criteria of being a Father. And then sacrifices, number of people affected, return of impact over generations or a cumulative Impact score. There had to be a person who integrated the brand, the personality to have infused the grit of giving it to the last drop of blood, someone who toiled and soiled inside the mud and rut to clean.
All freedom fighters would give a similar feel on that count. Isn’t it ?
Probably not. If there were all freedom fighters, if there had been a National Identity, won’t there have been a war on the day of freedom, neither had been cases of princely states standing clueless for independent states yet again. So you’d agree there was a small faction of wise and sturdy people knitting an assembly of sundry faiths and identities through a basic wire frame of survival means, through growth engines of education and engineering. The educated bracket working behind scenes to shape the framework of production and survival.
Who was that master sculptor playing it behind the scenes? What exactly did he produce?
Well, let’s get off the suspense. We’d agree the most important asset what kept India going despite the exploitative backgrounds, it must have been India’s Science. Science that seeped in deep to make India and Indians gain the respect across the world. The fundamentals that kept alive a badly designed education. Of all contributions come in two supremely conspicuous contributions, unparalleled by rest of humanity in quality & quantity. Two towers of Engineering and Science. One gave the world its first Wireless Communication apparatus, the other the world’s its most agile Water Management Apparatus. M. Visvesvaraya and Jagdish Chandra Bose.
Notably while, Visvesvaraya kept a watch of India for over 100 years, and in control for a good eighty, Bose was a pioneer at least 60 years ahead of the world handing India its first galmorous, more than world class, par excellence mascot. And there he takes lead over his compatriot. While Bose was a researcher, Visvesvaraya was an executioner, and engineer onsite. Bose could pump more people than physical infrastructure, giving him an upper hand. Bose had students producing students producing inventions and education network as good as an Elite Education Mafia. Say, what has been the PayPal Mafia of late 90s, was there a Physics Mafia of Bose in the 1900s for over 3 decades, turning Kolkata into a virtual Knowledge Capital for the India to be shaped.
Or say the infra that fostered the rise of Ramans and Shreedharans to shape the India of India under Indians. Science and capacities fostered without shackles of patents and copyrights, keeping research and education open source to keep innovations flaring. Without dispute Bose was the father of India’s Science and Education. But for all his exploits and after affects was shaped by someone even godlier quietly away from the limelight, the infra behind the Knowledge Capital. Building channels and networks for the Knowledge Mafia to thrive.
A young Jagdish wanted to be a civil servant just like his father. Early in the 1890s, in the British Raj, along the jungles of Bengal, when being influential and agile enough to exercise control used to  be the benchmark of dreams. Little did he know being a civil servant under a Raj would mean abusing talent and life for no good. When that was corrected by his civil servant father to carve out education and research, to be ruled by self and not by a Raj, to empower the land and not a raj, that too against his own compatriots. A path to build intrinsic strength.
Aptly as he had his name Bhagwan Chandra Bose. The designer of futures of the generations of his kids and generation beyond.
Start Up Kumar

Tell Rahul Gandhi Anything Unorganised is Crime

Our Gandhi scion is back with a scathing series. “Demonetisation killed all unorganised businesses”, said the Bhai Saab as he rekindled the flame, who has been running Gareebon ki Government, the Government of India since 1965 after Shastri. And as we know all, it has already rebooted thrice in 70 years. Like in chess, a game gets over the momemt Queen gets killed, beginning from Daddy Gandhi at the inception to Princess Gandhi mid-way to Grand Prince Gandhi on the fag end who were also formally, on the designation Queen for the institution. And as a result Gandhi from the state being more than father with a share of more than 100% in Government of India, through 2/3 rds the GoI, today sits reduced to 1/545 the GOI. Hence has a blame game begun between the sides. Last major furore over the last big move of Demonetisation. And in trial are the Businesses Unorganised.

This is to judge what’s correct. How Unorganised are Businesses? To find what’s the correct stand. All with reason. While its true that the sectors pointed to are dying, but why? We’ll see what’s killing. And we the team of The Sane Observer, led by Start Up Kumar, represent the sector Businesses, not very organised at the moment and at distance closer to death than life. We’ll analyse death with depth with respect to processes. We’ll talk Indian Evolution vs Human Evolution, and thereby getting into the skin of Businesses. And for with businesses come always Governance, will come Governance.

We’d be going around via route technical and methodical, testing different hypothesis to reach conclusions, like those MBAs do. They look into things through a special prism called PESTLE, to give verdicts which is done by screwing  arguments through a maze of walls as Political, Economic, Social, Technological, Legal/logical and Environmental. Which also generally provides with right conclusions if done properly. We’ll be doing something similar. As we rotate the prism, it will throw up a kaleidoscopic burst of scenes in motion to guide us to conclusion. And apart from all that it is, it is also a story of Evolution. So, count not the words. This is one Story of Evolution beyond Darwin.

Let’s begin with a look on Government of India: the Entity.

It was brought into introduction in 1935, by Government of India act as the Political/International/Regulatory owner of the peninsula of the South of Himalayas, the world’s densest Monetary Corridoor.  The territory had the importance as the crucial most light house to the world’s sensitive most Maritime Lane, in essence, say for the triangle of Bangkok, Dubai and Somalia, the world needs to have a Chennai to hold in secure always. Else the world would go Chinese vs Non-Chinese, only to end into Communism vs Capitalism. Between the South China Sea and the Pacific through the Hambantotas of the world, India works up as The Buffer House or The House of Reconciliation. Government of India holds for the formal accountable authority of that, under the new structure of the world, in the age of VISA-passport, WTO and all.

And hang on, this is not a new arrangement. Or to put the other way,  now you should know the reason why Indians have always been wise. Why the Tamilian Brahmins have been the geekiest or why the Meenakshi temple is at Madurai, a little far from Chennai or why so many massive temples in South India. And, of the productivity and profits, and stakes of the arrangemensts, it used to be reflected best as late as until the British colonisation, when  it used to sum up for one third the Global Trade Volume.

Prior to British advent the territory all it was, was it, Every time a Subcontinent, known by rivers and features. Borderless, Seamless, license-raj free, Visa free until 300 years at least prior to the existence of United Nations or the World Trade Organisation or even the tiny breaking European Union. The land and inhabitants knew that Borders are all but devices of making goods and services expensive. The trades and businesses were so engineered to provide the cheapest last mile delivery of Goods and Services, so as to draw maximum efficiency per unit currency, per transaction. Mastered to the extent to have it as specialised as customs and castes.  After developing the first lantern, had they not stopped, going by customs’ pace with evolution, The World’s largest Deep Cleaning Services would have been of the “Doms” of India, completely automated. And probably so for Waste Engineering.

Then one fine day Britishers came. After which, with the beginning of Doctrine of Lapse, to the Act of Government of India, 1935, the administration evolved. Simultaneously also changed dynamics in the world order. Went through two major Wars until the US once dropped two Chocolate Bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, coupled with many mini-bullets along the way. Went the humans to deafening silence even as were Allah, Jesus, Ram, Krishna, and the rest all fired, and sent for PIP (Performance Improvement Plan) under Buddha. Born were slew of control towers of the likes UNO, WTO, World Bank in quick successions and forcing the Brits to retract. The Government of India took over with Sovereignty and came into democratic form after the first General Elections of 1952.

And you see the turn Human Evolution took. Exists a Club of Nations called The Common Wealth in submission to crown, the one which couldn’t survive in a club of countries on its own. In the name of the crown, which didn’t know itself the decorum of Club of Countries. In India as they say that as “Gulam Gulam Mausere Bhai” as in Slaves Slaves make cousin brothers.

So, as put in the beginning, the GOI took reins over the importance and relevance of India formally, in the capacity of Chennai to secure the ends of Bangkok, Dubai and Somalia, even as providing assistance to little brothers of Vietnam, Cambodia, Malaysia to Afghanistan. For you need a rock solid defense service pack in the region to let life happen. From Himalayas to Pacific through the Indian Ocean, almost a third of the Date line’s extent. Has lied that Stake authoritatively with Government of India, since, into hands of the team Government of India since one day very long back. And that as demonstrated has been amazingly fair to everyone, just by maintaining a right level of Mediocrity. It protected them who protected them, paying them who paid them, in proportions. After all, Stakes of One third the Global trade it has been. From few hundreds of years for India, it has been the outsiders, beginning from the employees of East India Company to the containers of Pepsi and McDonald’s, and Googles and Amazons. Paid back to them who paid back.

Even as effectively the Indians lost the race by themselves sabotaged by themselves, in the environments wherein no Google, no Amazon, no Pepsi, no DNA, no computer, no atom moved ever until there was a hand Indian. The Indians lost in India, in the race Evolution, despite a 1/3rd the stake perennial on the vector  Evolution.

Ironically you’d also find India had even that technology to have World’s first Peace Keeping Forces, even before United Nations came into existence. That’s what Gandhi hired for the World War,  Right? So they lost it as close as that. The natives had the sense of Governance, but not the ruler. Gandhi didn’t know what he was hiring.

Had Gandhi known what he was hiring, Neta Shubhash wouldn’t have to be reduced to India, and wouldn’t have those chocolate bombs dropped ever over Japan. Would have been units of massive peace keeping forces on two fronts, Left and Right, and would have been Negotiations. Wouldn’t have been NATO, would have been IATO, the Indo-Atlantic Treaty Organisation working towards Optimum most Security beginning From Alaska to Trivandrum, from Trivandrum to Perth. Had been No Pakistan, No Bangladesh, and had turned the world Solar by 80s. Wouldn’t have been any Gulf Escalation, would Dubai have Got Burj Khalifa in 1991 and Saudi Arabia getting the artificial citizen on 01/01/2000 as memorial to ace Y2K. And would have been Tokyo and New York less polluted. Would have been Singapore a weekend joint for Indians. And for those who eloped for Love, would have been Tel-Aviv the hideout. And had been India, always a sub-continent. Would have been the Human Evolution Fast and Fluid.

You as a citizen pay it back by choosing to live, choosing to consume, choosing to buy, choosing to multiply, all here. In Delhi’s Air, or by the Bellandur Flames in Bangalore, or into the BMC’s jurisdiction at Mumbai Terminal. You choose to stay despite the knowledge that its the land which will pay the 123rd worst mileage per unit effort, when begins a vicious cycle, just at the moment as you choose, as we talk about 2017, landing back to the moment present on the timelines of Evolution.

Which is about this furore is. Of the vicious cycle of conflicts because of incumbent conflicts, over the mother conflict- of Conflicts of Interests, of conflicts of short run and long run, finally getting reduced to at the ground levels in micro as the basic conflict:  who paid, with how much. Begins Trust being at loggerheads with Mis-trust, carrying though one unit of Divide vs Rule vs many Divides vs Rules vs many units of Divide and Rule to end up into a wide range of varieties of Rules, to finally give into an assortments of Divides, like a world’s hypermart of divides.

You know what happens next!

Yes, exactly about what the furore is all about, where the matter phasej. Creates Flipkart, Sachin Bansal, runs Flipkart Tiger Global. Dies Bokaro, Rises Shanghai. In comes hunger, In comes stress, In comes Kasab, In comes Government of India: Unity in Diversity snugs in Government of India, silently, when none’s watching.

Therafter you live for life expectancy of 68 on average, 14 short of all great lands which developed along the same time frame as you, under $1500 per capita, 87% of the workforce works under sectors informal as labours off roll, under $120 a month. Passport 80th worst, ill branded, less paid. Inside India you’ve the top 1% of the population DJ-ing the 58% the wealth or the potential stored for Opportunities and on another end, a Parle-G with tea serving for breakfasts followed by a kg of rice if available, to end with Tharra Desi (country liquor) to finally dissipate into violence domestic for 800 millions almost . The luckiest ones however, craft dreams of fire in the city Traffic, as we land to the instant present of 2017, in the ages After Indian Demonetisation of 2016, descending to the day India pipping the US in count of smartphones.

Smartphones workout as Handhelds in the hands of customers, as devices to bring economies of scales in transactions. That pivotal tool to align the world into JIT (Just in Time) of transactions and businesses and crimes. Sending off the days of storage, forecasting and Sales to obsolete to transit into the days of Make to Order and Communications. From the days of Shaky Sales to Make on Order. But as you see, there have been people, communities, nationalities, or volumes of mobs of different scales to play decelerators to the Evolution. Today they’re striving for a salvage of old positions, without evolving, while ignorant as they’ve been always by blood. Someone told them, from the Days of “Shaky Sales” in the days of smartphones, they could eye for the days of “Fishy Sales”. And is the conflict, the furore, which we’re to judge. And you know of the stakes, of the control to world’s catchment of customers, of One-third the World Trade. So is the Noise and the Chaos.

We’re to go find, the roots and stems, body and sternums. Keep the belts fastened, we’re to shift gears.

We’re to run through the trial of biggest of conflicts: of maintenance of the process of conflicts, of the triggers to the vicious cycles. Of orientation of world, of the split of Karma, of buckets of verbs, of distinction between Businesses and Crimes. That by taking the model use case of  Indian Conflicts of Conflicts of Interests Post Demonetisation. And somewhere through that, as a hobby, to tell Gandhi what is Unorganised.

To not lose in the maze of turns, mind the colors of fonts.

The Conflict: The  Government of India processed Demonetisation.

The Accusation: The Unorganised businesses are dying

Stakeholders: a) You, the 78th worst passport holder and  88 times less paid per hour to a US counterpart. 14 short in life expectancy against the Global elites. b) Start Up Kumar: The Unregistered Entrepreneur c) Rahul Gandhi: 1/545 the Government of India, d) the Government of India e) Global citizen paying less for goods for the stability in the Pacific, with a goal to drive Happy Human Evolution. 

And we begin with a top down approach.  Killing Problems by weightage of Constraints, one by one, bit by bit. May get a tad longer, but you know whom its addressed to!

With 99% Cash back into the banks, we assume demonetisation didn’t harm anyone adversely but for those who died in the queues. Designating them as Martyrs of System for calculation convenience. Say on the note of deaths, we’ve a range of uncontrolled deaths from Pradyuman’s at School to Dr Deepak Amarpurkar of Mumbai swept down the gutters, to Bhopal Gas tragedies to Train Accidents to attacks of 26/11 including hundreds of Dantewadas and Uri ambush. From honest civil services officers to Farmers, every one, but with little control. Government of India never really had control over Mortality right from the onset of Daddy Gandhi, though it did manage a fair pace with human evolution, pushing it from 45 to 68 since independence. We used to have more riots per capita per day or in British Raj than the GOI-Raj. To take note is the fact Demonetisation killed none in human. A mini-conclusion for the time being.

Next we go to the structure of Businesses, the entities speculated to die beyond the humans- the livelihoods, or as under inverted commas, those “Unorganised Businesses”.

Are Businesses Unorganised? If yes, which part and why? What makes Businesses Unorganised and the factors? And finally what a unorganised business means. Who are the Unorganised Businesses?

Going by technicalities on legal papers, according to National Commission for Enterprises the Unorganised Sector, are unincorporated private enterprises owned by individuals or households engaged in the sale or production of goods and services operated on a proprietary or partnership basis and with less than ten total workers. Out of the 458 million persons employed in India, 87 percent or over 400 million work in the unorganised sector, generating 50.6 percent of the country’s GDP of the 458 million persons employed in India. (And to deduce you’d say 50% of the GDP stands unorganised, under the gun)

Add a food for thought to take a small pause: Can 50% of your GDP be Unorganised. It includes farming. And from the political and factual corner, Has the GDP retracted by half? Who’s the one who’s dying? And will you find the vicious cycle exfoliating and myths bursting.

If you take a deep dive, to scroll through floors and ceilings and beyond, you’d find no business ever, as long as it was a business, was never any of them Unorganised. You’d find they were not vendors, not hawkers, not service providers, not a “Rediwala”, not a “Thelawala, not a Warren Buffet, not Elon Musk, not Larry Page, not Jobs, not Sachin Bansal, not Bikanerwala, not Google, not Citi, not HDFC, not Airtel, not Edission, not Bezos, not Toyota, but all they were, “Gods of Livelihoods” as drivers of evolution.

And as you scan and scavenge the depths shallower, you’d find, no business, no transaction executed ever without a string of processes. That businesses ran on a fundamental of identity, or brands, from that ferrywala to your favourite Kulfiwala to the handcart of vegetables to any streetfoods kart to your favourite i-Phone. Those who have not much of a name plate, you recognise them by face, or by place of standing. You’ll find while standing at place is discipline, dishing out your favourites, customised to taste, budget, need, even monetary condition was a result of processes, recipes, and conscious continuous improvements. So mastered, to make into list of your rank charts of go to guys in your logs, for a particular feature.

As you go down to anatomy, you’ll find, those processes were not just processes but a specialised domain of their own, to go on to give rise to billions of occupations to finish into career options to their levels highest. You’d find they were not processes, but value chains, so engineered to churn unit merchandise at a definite scale. From human resource, to Finance, to Operations to Marketing to Sales and After Sales, they stood for responsibilities. From that roadside hawker to that so called arrogant drop-out Steve Jobs, the guys stood until their products’ lives. Could there be an iota of dis-order for a business to turn business ? Ask that beginning from your nearest food-joint or just any vendor, ranging from a hawker with handcart to Google with brains on hire, you’d find they were all but ‘Effort wala Stand’ built on the back of well structured organisation called Discipline.

He, whom you called or business unorganised, you’d find was the cheapest last mile delivery you could afford. You’d find them you classified to be unorganised, have been delivering till the top of Mount of Everest since thousands of years without ERPs. The Mumbai Dabbawala, a pristine example.

Businesses, they ran on Names, each of them. How could they be Unorganised? And just when you scratch the crust little deeper, you’d find the secret. They were not Unorganised, but all they were Unregulated, for a reason, to yield for other side of organisation of businesses unregulated. Say for instance, “Hafta” of the Police which stands for a daily levy on the stores, stalls, shops or counters on roads in respective jurisdictions informally as informal protection against informal hooligans/ informal security threats or That unregulated hiring of  Gandhi for the informal Peace keeping Forces. You’d find the Un-organisation or the disorder was in Governance, and not in businesses. You’d find there was disorder in regulating and validating businesses, that under a different set up Organised in order to create a consistent supply of informal supply of funds and influence. 

Mark that India has just about 50% of GDP under informal/unorganised sector. That the GOI paid them who paid them, that in proportions. (You need to apply brains here to understand the structure. Every single thing is by design and we’ve hit 3000 words!)







Start Up Kumar

The story of BHU: A Walk through Sleaze gates of Lanka and Post-Molestation Processes in India


“Knowledge imparts immortality” 

 –BHU (Banaras Hindu University)

Well that’s the motto of this great university in spotlight which has been in existence for a good 100 years. While nobody knows really how many immortals it produced but today its a hub of sex, sleaze, exploitation, casteism, corruption, nepotism, and of course a manufacturing facility of dumb asses that Indian universities produce. Which is reflected in the fact that despite having 45 Central Universities, 87% of India’s labour force works informally under $120 a month. The productivity of this sleazy institution is reflected in the fate of the holy Ganga which is forced to queue up in the sold sluggish courts of India in person today despite having a BHU right in the middle of the course of the holy river over 100 years. Or to be more correct, a university that mortifies even the elements as immortal as snow-fed Ganga.

A month ago there was an escalation wherein a 21 year old student of this so called university was molested on campus by a good boy high on libido. Most likely the boy who must have been an offspring of a resident professor had inserted his hands into the blouse of the girl. And I wonder if as a habituated Indian you find this normal to read on, but it happens to be one of most traumatising event for a girl with disastrous fallouts, given the way India exists and Indians function. The same that happened to this girl in the latest gaffe had happened to my sister in January 2015. The culprit was a professor, who’d sent for assigning some assignment. Today I lie bankrupt, in depression, fired from job, buried under loans, serving notices just short of imprisonment, battling insolvency or perhaps also waiting for death for once I’d decided to take on fight with sleazy band of Indians and the Indian system which turned out more casteist than a legal war. All for having born into this country inhabited by illiterates.

This country gives you expense centres that you don’t plan of, only to bleed through thousand cuts till you survive. From the blood of which run the homes of team Government of India- the employees and their keepers. Which in turn gets re-introduced into the population in form of insensitivity, stress, rejection and of course corruption, for its an eco-system better known as economy, for its connected.

My heart goes out for the aggrieved girl out there ringed up in the victim zone for no fault of her own, only to bear a bad hysteria for life to follow. I know how each and every coming moment would be hitting her. Having set up 82 start ups one after other, 83rd on way, having been almost married to failures, having been a native to maoist by lanes of Jharkhand, I’ve not endured a harsher circumstance than the process cycle and the value chain of combined hostilities of police, court and society, always hand in gloves with criminals. You must have heard of victim-shaming from the illiterate VC and various quarters of university including women. Little are you aware, each one of them is battle hardened criminal almost by birth.

Many of you would not know of hows and whats of Indian set up Or how technical is to report a crime or the agony of running into relations with Government of India, specially with the dumb ambiguous Indian penal codes into the hands of hostile naukar class illiterate officials of the Great Indian Judiciary and Police. And add to that the spice of sleaze of the illiterate Uttar Pradesh.

The little girl who was just out of comforts of home to learn to stand and take on the world will now for the umpteenth time in court narrate the ordeal better than a film script, should she need to emerge victorious and clean. This after she has already undergone the trauma of molestation. From what happened to the hows, the angle of advance, the top or the bottom, by face or behind, by waist or the breast, by fingers or the whole palm, if fingers, which which spots, which angle, what attire, what ornament, what undergarment, which make, which color, did the perpetrator kiss, or he lifted, from where did the advance begin, how long did it last, what she did next, all knitted in timelines timed to a stopwatch.

Should she miss on one detail, that would be exploited by the police and the judge to eat cash from the counter-parties.

Add to this, the whole drama is to unfold within the realms of scandalous East of India. She has to fight her case in Varanasi. To put things in perspective, if I were to showcase the most prominent and identifying form of the Bhojpuri brethren from the Purvanchal (the UP East/Bihar), I’d recommend a search on youtube “hot Bhojpuri Songs”. Say, “Tora cheda mein lafeda jab jaayega” or “ Upar ke lebe ki niche ke” for the best identity of the region and people in reflection. While you’d find lyrics putting down even the fieriest XXX porn to shame, the same are heard blaring at full blow, from auto rickshaws to shops, throughout the nooks and corners of the belt. This is a part of the world where they relish hearing sexual ordeals and passing lewd comments to pass time and network. And as they do so, the little girl only by 20s would be subjected to recite at least 100,000 times the same tape of humiliation by counts until she wins.

Still worse, neither is she the first or the last to undergo the misfortune. It happened to my sister, this sister and every sister who dares and dreams to leave confines of homes to make an identity.

After I was forced to deep-dive into the menace, I found this was as good as hereditary disease of the personnels of the university which also happens to be more or less a family business. The professor in my sister’s case was history sheeter having had tasted skins in in thousands if not tens of thousands over the years including lady colleagues, students, lady non-teaching staff ranging from assistants to librarians to cleaners and sweepers, all alike. And after I reported, there were more than 20 to testify before police, they who had lived muted for years. The rogue professor was installed at the university by virtue of the last VC who was a relative of his. He’d been earlier fired from another central university for the same.

In fact no regular staff of the BHU in the last thirty years came on merit or a scheduled opening but by cash, where in no means 0 by all verified means. 90% of the university stands as family business in some way or the other. And so for the sex-crimes. The perpetrators, the abusers, the criminals, they’re all sons of the soil, born, raised, fed and protected within the walls of campus, mostly sons of resident professors and officials, or the fathers themselves. And all for a simple reason, just outside the gate is a Police Station which shares Cash-cow relationship with the permanent inhabitants inside.

I went bankrupt just ensuring security of my sister as long as she stayed, which was over a period 18 months. In India which translates into buying all the anti-social elements in the eco-system. After all, my sister happened to be a Yadav in the illiterate bastion of Brahmins and Rajputs of Uttar Pradesh. And more than that with the guts to report a crime. While Peace of mind only happens to be after sales freebie for a relationship with the fucking Indian Judiciary. Designed by illiterates for the reserved, whose claws act only over those who lack resources to buy it. As Rahat Indori puts it, “Jo Jurm karte hain, woh itne bure nahi hote. Yeh adalat saja na dekar unko bigaad deti hai”. (Those who do crimes are not that bad, its the court spoiling them by not punishing them).

In fact, letting the BHU go for a while, having run into this illiterate Indian Judiciary which I like to abuse every time it comes near to my sensory range, despite being a Godly entrepreneur. As an entrepreneur or God of livelihoods we’re not meant to lose our heads or exchange profanities. But for the sake of the freaking Indian Judiciary I’ll tell you, this whole fucking business of law establishment of India, which is inherently illiterate by character and origins, it doesn’t lack in strengths of judges as they quote. Its only that they have not found yet the right match of families the power would get distributed into, which in turn could upset cash minting machinery. There would have been machines and Artificial Intelligence in use for judicial processes by now which also is the most appropriate appropriate field of application for AI. The process of going through lengthy texts, comprehending crucial points, examining words and descriptions against law without an influenced bias. And given the degree of lack of education, in the country, FIRs should have been a machine generated document knitted in templates for respective genres of crime with options of voice and video narrations. But then transparency would close the shops of sleaze.

You’d have often heard of the dumb Indian courts notorious for centuries of trial periods, wherein only the non-guilty poors bereft of cash to influence judicial agents serve the time behind bars, mostly as under-trials. Little does the world know, its not for the lack of judges, not for the lack of evidences, but for there’s a Indian judge to be paid and a Bar-council paper with stamps to be bought for every hearing which maintains the supply chain of criminals and crime associated value services right from the entrance gates of ineligible courts to illiterate judges of the failed Indian Judiciary. The faking Indian Judiciary is the only industrial premise in the world where more than 50% of practitioners are touts on fake degrees, quintessentially agents of the judges.

If there were ways of eradicating sins from the world, shooting down judges of Indian courts in line one by one in cold blood, would bear the highest ratings on productivity coefficient.

And, over to BHU again.

I admit that this is going a little long but I’ll keep it as informative, technical and free from personal pains, which is already out as well. Personally as I said, I’ve already endured insolvency, both financial and mental. The best part is Indians are spineless and insensitive crop to desert you at chaos leaving with only two choices, either to shed the will to live or go actualised. After all, the land of naukars and paid labours it is. If Pakistan is a terroristan, India, the other split of the British colony, turned all but a porridge of Reservationistan, Rejectistan and Impotentistan to cumulatively yield into Tensionistan as a whole. Which actually holds true for both the nations, which occurs solely by Non-entrepreneur DNA. You might not disagree they didn’t put India as a name but an acronym for Insensitive Nation of Debauchery in Asia, best reflected in the ease of doing business for the nation which has a customer less than a cuddle away.

And all of these hold true only to mature into ever-growing evil, for Indians go into universities like BHU. Which are not universities, but licensed shops of expensive papers called degrees. Had they been universities, the best stand up comedians, the best speakers, the best story tellers, had always been the professors. Specially Indian ones, having had opportunities of dealing most diverse categories of humans.

As legends put it, for BHU, its founder had begged land and resources from the very many “Lords” of India to lay an institute of credibility, a farm of intellect and a factory of science. As put by Shanti Swaroop Bhatnagar himself, the father of Indian Scientific facilities, in the handcrafted anthem for this university, he dreamt of it as Knowledge Capital on the Banks of Ganga. The founding fathers had known, the last immortal of global cadre from the soil of Ganges was produced more than 1500 years back. Little did they know the hands it was to land into. It turned out they did manage land and buildings in their capacities but not the culture. And in 2017, the Asia’s largest residential university, sadly, unfortunately, as it turns out, couldn’t even manage to turn out as the world’s largest consumer of stationaries. The wheels stopped somewhere and by 2017, lies the Knowledge Capital in shambles. Has turned out A Sleaze Capital instead.

Start Up Kumar