Giving Clean-chit to Ambedkar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Is Dhoni the new Nayan Mongia?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me take you to this by design.

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

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

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

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

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

India is Indira, Indira is India. Somebody said.

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

Work for Tatas, Invest with Ambanis. Somebody said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

  • -A disheartened Cricket Fan

 

The Flummoxing Case of Gandhi

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

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!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

 Minutes of Meeting with Baba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Image Credits: Boston University

Of Conflicts, Of Languages, Of the Game of Thrones

TSO lighthouseWe’re to talk about a ship, of the world’s most important one. Carrying over one-sixth the humanity, on duty for thousands of years, this masterpiece, The INS INDIA is a muscle to Earth. Of equipments and features, the lesser said, the better. It was modern even in the ancient days of Before Christ and kept emerging ever since the advent of the age, After Development, throughout the AD.

On its stern lies a massive protection wall of Himalayas allowing for the world’s maximum stowage seen ever, housing 1.35 Billions comfortably along the bridge without a hint of grumble. Staying afloat, at speed highest, launching rockets at will, in style. Refitted last  in 1947, along with a major upgrade in 1991, it is guarded with world’s most spectacular fenders in Ghats to left and right or the East and the West. Pounds every heart irrespective of its distance, as it sets off to sail. Goes into tizzy each of them as it turns and shakes every leg as its engines thump.

So these Ships are different in kinds and  different are their waters. They dart across seas of exchanges, measured in money and sail into Oceans of Opportunities. Are different, their engines. Magnanimous and Gigantic. Structure such that their strokes get hearts pumping. Say the vibrations of INS INDIA pumps 1.35 Billion Human hearts 250 gm each, 78 beats per minute on average. Their vibrations are felt along the circumference of Earth, and collectively (of all these ships), the resultant of vibrations, make the humanity average 72 per minute, per 250 gm heart. Of them, we’re talking of the most sophisticated one. To describe, it extents so much that despite being it the oldest, the crew and the passengers alike, including the rest of experts, are yet to decode and decipher its functioning, even in the age of computers, despite connected with Internet.  None’s sure, even as the ship itself keeps skirting at the speed highest, compared to rest.

To list its specifications, none could ever. And those who did, or could or doing, lie quiet or quite-ned. 1.35 Billion, and counting, nobody ever could estimate its stowage. The Ship itself, turned down nobody. Of freight, how much can it yield, could count none ever, nor did return one disappointed. All they know, its still a mine of space, definition of speed, with stability the signature. That on the eve of cyclone, this is the Ship safest. That the day all they sink, this is the Ship to hop into. And turned it down none ever. And thus, now you know why its the costliest. Bidding for a space, here, stops never.

And yet again, Of such ships, are similarly, one feature more special, the Steering. Like engines, drive, chassis etc, are these different as well. As per the maintenance of Respect Protocols, like in the case of rickshaw puller for a rickshaw, chauffeur for a Mercedes, Pilot addressed to as Captain for Airbus, Steering of these are called ‘Thrones‘. There are differences in cockpits, steering arrangements, handling, operations and so on. And so as well in traffic control in the high seas (of Economies). In them, there’Ship with frigatess not one steering in the ship, instead, there are main Steering, and there are subsidiaries. All networked and synchronised to bundle to come over as a large Steering Mechanism. The process steering remains no more a verb steering, it yields to a full fledged activity: Operations Steering. That so humongous, that the humanity went short to describe which is when began then the culture of using one word to many words. Operations Steering got a full fledged, dedicated word into the vocabulary : Governance. The structure is entirely different. Along with main steering, subsidiaries, are there are also detachable, retractable, synchronisable, co-ordinate-able, and many more components. Like in the case of, say, Mega- Ships. They don’t venture alone and the main vessel is led, fed, escorted, steered, maintained, planned, stationed, guided by associate auxiliaries like frigates, pilots, destroyers and so on (like in the figure above).  The INS India boasts of a total 35 auxiliaries, extending over a floating area of 40 Lakh Km squares (4 million SqKm). Of Depth none knows ever. And we’re to talk of this Steering, of The Game of Thrones, of The INS INDIA.

…To be Continued


 

Why Idolising Steve Jobs is attaining Nirvana

I wonder if I’d have the maturity yet to talk of Steve. But if I could have, my way, I’d have had Steve Jobs in Ayodhya. The World’s largest International Religion Centre fitted inside a mighty globe with tech savvy offices to each religion and Steve in Centre. With campus spanning the whole city and housekeeping licensed to Alphabet (Google). They, the religious vendors and labors could manage their subscriptions, escalations, corrective actions, preventive actions, ethics, properties, human ratios or simply BAU, from there, the world’s Religion Capital. And In-life God Services run around Steve. From the respective religions to the respective disciples. I’ll tell you, I’d add a little more from my side as well: hand them over with UID, one each for their subscribers, which is one tracking system tatoo-able on spinal cords right at birth, created exactly for the same. For religions and not countries. To provide In-life God services. All those gamuts of services that you remember God for. And for its me creating the Campus, I’d give it name and a Super-religion tag – Sportism, where religions converge, The Steve’s Centre of Sanity.

And I’m sure even Ram lalla would have loved the same, or thus Ram of 2017 should look like. Or still further, Ram would’ve been very much the same. Or I wonder if I’m looking for some affiliation for some reason. So I’ll cut the story short, Steve was the incarnation of Ram. Those who differ, may they come back with Ram defined in numbers. As far as I know, the best horse in the ongoing Ashwamedha is Steve’s. Only Ram had that kind of horse, as unstoppable and as much Apple of the eye. So I’m not even creating art, I’m preaching. Ashwamedha Premier League used to be some horse race in the ages of Gods which we Indians used it as substitute to weapons in order to decelerate Armament Races. Steve was Ram and an Alumnus of Kainchi, Nainital. And as I said, I wonder if I’d have the maturity to handle the character of Steve, specially when he’s not around. I wonder how do  they do, those who do. That for a guy who had Jobs in his name. Perhaps, because he couldn’t reach the last beggar. But so couldn’t Ram. (Rams pull beggars, not beg to beggars- to be onboard.) The last he could, is to put it as outrightly as in name, the most important pillar that the beggars need, what he did. Ram post industrial revolution, how should have he been? I wonder if it was Gandhi’s curse for him to have born in the US in order to escape a name like Ram Gandhi or Jobs Gandhi. Ram of 2017 must have been so, Ram Jobs. (Playing reservation-reservation, when did seats got reserved, the Indians couldn’t even figure!)

So this is on an uninformed piece doing rounds from a media conglomerate from Quartz age which found some un-entrepreneurial traits in the Ram of my generation. And also this is not a kind of its first, or a single one time odd sledging. There has been this ruckus of rubbish nonsensical negative sale of sensational stories for quite long. From and around innumerous caterpillars and hippos, the super-slows, those who need five-seven states of metamorphosis per day to catch up with time, if at all they were to do so. Those who probably didn’t even attend high school properly, and live on eyes and ears of others. Its natural for their brains to perceive and function differently. Add to that the organised distortion in supply chain of stories in the US of A, who almost flirted with advancement as exotic as AI for choice, this elections. (To which the people said, “Hey, we’ve our own AI to choose”). So, of that lot, the organised facilities of distorted stories, apparently an AI powered media conglomerate from the Quartz age recently warned of the Important Man, no more around in human form who manufactures i-men just with a mere chant of his name: not to idolise the i-Guy, not to ride the i-bus and that the Valley (the Silicon one; there’s only one in the world to be known so. There had been only one other Kashmir which is history) is paying for it, that the i-disciples are perishing soon, one by one, for they worship i-God or the i-Guy

I wonder what’s the death rate, and who, whoever looks upto Steve, who goes finding negatives and who found what. But then there’s a sample already, which I couldn’t decipher. All that I could, figured he didn’t know Steve. And that all Steve uprooted (In India we rarely achieve, we uproot- which could be anything, ranging from some part of your own body to Proxima Centauri, just anything- which defines the scale), so beginning again, all that Steve uprooted- (is) tagged and mapped to the name- Steve Jobs- and known already. Futile to duplicate the same, although there’s one issue with that  there as well. That its too few in quantity and quality- all that is listed. For life has more than one dimensions. Something to see, some to understand, and the rest to agree. (The Understanding Zone & Agree point or all that beyond to be seen, is technically a slope called Bargaining-Gradient). So to list all that Jobs uprooted, you need to be Jobs himself to the least. For instance, the above idea to Ayodhya, you see. To argue on Steve, you need to have seen all, 360 in 3D and axis, right on the the Core (of Earth).

Steve isn’t just 500 Billions (by-products in-fact), Steve is Idea, which in turn a very strange commodity.  Valued, consumed, processed, sold and bought, all in segments. It works the same way that a cow beyond the Lutyens can’t distinguish between edibles and non-edibles or between food or plastic. It eats anything that’s wrapped with apparent food or may be so helplessly tired of uncivilised littering. While the cows in uber dairies, who eat as exotic as those, say out of reach of a typical $1500 Indian, don’t even sniff at any edible if not offered properly with etiquettes, like they know what to eat, and what not. Now in the modern world, I guess they’ve moved even humans to the same category. They’re eating plastic in eggs I heard, those cows out of Lutyen’s! So this piece is to nudge the world on the i-exploits beyond the listed, or all that the dumb world of tiny mortals can’t decipher what they can’t see and yet to list. And what and who was Steve Jobs. And along with that, filtering out the plastic that’s being mixed with eggs. May you know what is plastic and what is food, or just be the cow. (The Indians are 99% Cows. The rest 1% pay taxes.)

I wished if the world asked ever, why the Mac or i-phone or the i-pods or just any i-thing, why are they so as they are. To nail two problems. So they were machines to make even the dumbest of humans use other machines, that as easy as some extension of their bodies. To teach even the Americans to use computers. And second to connect the other intermediaries, the businesses. To ease those lives whoever preferred to not exploit men, whoever needed machines, whoever needed productivity. From ease of efforts to the luxury of data,  whatever whoever seeks.Beauty, reliability, quality, they came as by-products. Ram, as I said.

And I wonder, if I’d be able to complete should I go on to list. And given the audience of 99% cows, would it even matter? Or I wonder how to convey. Its so much, that it’s been more than 30 that I’ve been around, listing exploits and SOPs, full time dedicatedly. So let me cut it short and show some byproducts. Today I find myself being copied and followed by competitors as small as World Bank and United Nations together, even as I continue to do the same (listing i-exploits) unproductively. I find myself being read in over 50 countries (excluding India obviously) even for wryly hung portal to dry, that from the hinterlands of Jharkhand, the world’s sleaze capital after Sounmalia, Padtharkistan, Kaungo, and Chicfghanistan. I find myself natural at ideation-to-solve and also most of the times 5000 years in advance always, just by listing Jobs. Ayodhya has only one solution now, you see! And I’m sure I’d be merging the whole world into one, making them go Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam in Plug n Play, sooner than I think.

So these are the smallest of all i-exploits to have happened ever: the ability of ideation and the vision in determination. And this happens to a boy whose grandfather was fooled in dowry on amount received over confusion of shape and size of coins (between 3 and 20 paisa), to a boy whose uncles pull hand-pulled rickshaws in Kolkatas even today, to a boy who began life selling lambs and vegetables in village markets, today selling content on the internet, competing World Bank to build knowledge bank, all of that when you follow Jobs. I wish I could give a certificate to those who list the unlisted i-exploits.

I think this is what should be Nirvana. I guess. It happened by Idolising Steve Jobs.

Why UID for Cows is the Smartest Human move ever

In India, if you’re aware, we’ve the world’s smartest and sophisticated ID-programme. Aadhar or UID (Unique Identification), we call it. But for its scales and capacities and utilities, its a magic device. It gives you a number which turns you a God should you wish to be. And recently, its Union Government mooted for assigning the same on Cows. Cow- the controversial animal, that it is, and that amongst a dumb population as India, they’re having a roll. Let’s see how we could teach these dumb Indians, Governance, Science and UID.
UID for Cows would be the best India innovation Indians have done ever in eternity. Scientifically- akin to assigning tracking IDs to food molecules- right at the outset into the food chain, that. You know which molecule you’re to eat. Is it going in adulterated or the bonds those atoms form. Where the adulteration, what the adulteration. Soil change Climate change or the Human changed, which one, where. The cow which may not have been mother, turning her into now, for certain. All of it by just putting a UID. UID- Zero number two after Zero itself from India.
UID is serial IDs to souls, if I’m not wrong. Indians? Yes, it is. Just that you don’t know. By UID- you can count. The last time you gave them zero to help them count. While counting made them go mechanical and dumber, for the humans. Small people – tiny human- the animal or notches higher to apes, that they are, 2 world wars and around 8.9 million known others- the wars or lethal escalations they’ve had, in 2000 years. All that because they could count enough, just because of that bloody zero. Humans, they think they did uproot something being human but on the other hand, without realising for one zero, and they couldn’t make it 2000 even, the years. I don’t know how old is the earth, but 2000 I know is tiny. I feel I would do that much alone! But then even from normal, modest, poor low affair human standards 2000 is low, considering you managed ozone hole without a comet hitting you.
Can someone predict when Jupiter can’t skid off it’s course? Any law ?
So 2000 years is low. Even from poor standards, or even from human ones. And all for they could count. Where the game happened. When Aryabhatta came dumb. Copyright he didn’t have. “Hey here  0. Vasudhaiv Kutumbamakam. 0. You can count!” See how sexy is this, attach a place value, with this curve, count how many Kgs Onions you produced. Problem sorted. You can count now, all those extra. Easy. Isn’t it ? 0. Zero, here. Count on. Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam.” He added again.  I don’t know what he did thereafter. Probably, he was a Brahmin, must have been treacherous by birth, as they say. I don’t know if he reared a cow, or if a PETA supporter or any relationship with the animal as well. 0 Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam he said, the last heard.
Cow-Rakshaks, Brahmins, Indians, may you settle your own identities woes. May you hold your hearts as well. I’m going to tell you where the game happened. That’s going to tell how dumb you’ve been. And Brahmins or Indians, whichever way it strikes you, it’s not meant to strike the pleasant way either. So whichever off the Brahmins or Indians is greater, let me give it on face, it was Aryabhatt who was Aryabhatt, nobody knows where his sperms went. It isn’t certainly in this set not in the present 1.7 Billion. None of you have the claims of inheritance rights. And neither the fool kept it a family business. Had he, Apple wala i-0 it would have been. Phone the humans would have still made.
I don’t know if it’s the greatness is to be attributed to Origins of India or not, had I been Aryabhatt, I’d have rather had started a counting business. Facilities where people would queue up to be stamped, to reconcile, and certification to numberings. All these standards and metrics, would have been my company’s.
Fast forward to 1990s.
Humans they were. Invasion, rapes, wars, slavery, world wars, cars, condoms, all they had already had. Human race just went here & there, a little more dispare or unequal. But they developed fairly well over the millenniums. Planes, missile, 5 stars, cars, escorts, all those they’d invented and discovered. And in the meanwhile the Peninsula South of Himalayas had trifurcated by then. I don’t know what about greatness of India, or Indians but I know if you’ve Khalifas & Brits around, what happened was bound to happen, and it happened. Neither it was Ram nor Rahim, marking a dog shaped territorial boundary. That happened in 1947 and since then Khalifas have reached Syria. They send lovely whatsapp videos. And you’d be surprised to know, the whole world, including death, they still converge into Varanasi. So by 1991, the dog shaped Khalifa Rodents, they thought they got advanced. Though they didn’t know, they were born rodent or simians at best. Scavenging along the ground, that’s all they knew.
1991 onwards, through mountains, the Khalifas started sending Rodents to get killed. And this is where the Game happened after it had already happened. The Area, the need, not the instant, not the geography, not the religion, not the ethnicity. The need was human. The need was reconciliation, the need was the step next to count.
The need was Governance. Zero was to count. To Count was to govern. To Govern, you’re to reconcile. You could count your way to reconcile, but to govern you’d to part. To govern your way in, to reconcile you had to. To reconcile, but what? How?
Serial numbers – Tracking id. One common standard hook, it needed. And Indians, hold your breath, you $1500 human bodies, it’s going to tell you the size of yours, of your brains and souls, your values and class. It’s just accidentally, courtesy your huge numbers, the kind of need, for which I really thank Pakistan, the Khalifa Rodents to press the need, the UID- happened.
The need was to reconcile humans, at human levels. For Governance and sanity. In US they needed it by 1930s, elsewhere little later. The schedules were tight & busy at war rooms. Zero, was found & recognised by whom who needed to count, to count more than 9. The same way, to reconcile was needed to to those who needed to govern. And the guy who came up with the idea, wasn’t Aryabhatt. I feel team work or some employee it must have been. Nobody knows the name who came with the idea, to have serial numbers to humans. And Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam the guy didn’t know perhaps. Neither did Nilekani even. So hold on for the VK concept. UID- is – Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam Plug and Play. A device which can turn you God. So let me make you understand the game.
For it wasn’t 5 th Century AD, this time nobody was to tell you hey, this is the key to Governance. And 0 is in itself too big, to tell you the next need. For this zero was a need a level higher- of Governance. And nobody was to tell you , ” hey we found a solution, see, zero number 2, SAN, one number to create dashboards. An awesome tool for Governance man”. There was some first guy, who used, then whether they aped, they copied, didn’t matter. They who needed, they made it their own. Some standard Governance id
Indians/Pakistanis they just needed voter cards. PAN separate, and all shit different. Governance they needed never. So they built their own, they lived, as per the need. And for it wasn’t Aryabhatt, it neither got public like public, the relevance, the need the effect. Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam, it requires intellect, it’s a class. Not a Human’s cup of tea. It requires a billion to recall your name everyday to get that clarity.
But after you start finding Rodents similar to yourself,but different in origin, specially for things as crucial as life & death, the Indians needed an ID finally by force or by Vajpayee don’t know. In India even if it’s by force, they need 10 years and a Modi or a Vajpayee to decide, to react, that too reluctantly. So the Indians needed, a Governance id, the one with a capacity to solve for uniqueness and the size as well. And for its India- The Peninsula of South of Himalayas, for it the barrier or boundaries and territories never mattered. All it had to have the ability to distinguish or a Governance Resolution at a billion level. Only biometrics had to be the answer. And for 50 years of IIT to have been reared, something had to come out of it. So off the need came UID- Aadhaar.
By Aadhar, you place a tracking ID to a soul or the item so widely available, and then count and reconcile. And that’s how Governance they’d have defined, should they knew anything else but to mug all that American Defining societies put.
Governance- The business of making laws bound to all uniformly.
If IIT- Powai could have taught marketing better, it would have been known Universal Identification, and by the time it was being developed, had it been Modi for Manmohan, Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam Plug and Play would have come in 2004. Also if United Nations if at all it worked, the way it proclaims, if they had brains, a UID should have been the first thing they should have required. Provided they came into existence on the back of war. I wonder what do they do and how?
The world could have been better off only with S&P
So UID is that magic device that links back you to earth. Turning you God, should you have Godly instincts, to rule and govern an eco-system. While they all have a similar device to the size they thought, India’s the best, most intelligent, for the scales. And for the units of Global population and India’s has always to be in same units same- that is Billions, it’s the most comprehensive. And Should they attach country-codes to a UID, One world One family they could think of. And One common dashboard for humanity they could have with visibility at individual levels. Neither would they require names, nor passports. Just a number, and they could know who’s the terrorist, and who the Saint. Who needs what, who does what.
Let’s see how it works and how it makes smart to give that to cows.
At high school, if you ever went and studied, and knew what you studied, in biology, you died cells or of instruments if you read, say MRI scans radio-died molecules. As in you put in your spy in cells, or introduce a identifier vehicle to deduce trails. By UID, you do the same for populations. Once you administer each of them in a population with number, you’ve individual trails. Now it’s all about how and to what levels you trace, of how much you know. Better your ERP, the more informed you’re, and thus decisions.
Now let’s see the machine the cow is. Cow, is the link from Ground to your stomachs and food. The cow grazes. The cow eats, the cow processes. The cow has health, the cow lives grounded. With milk, beyond milk, with UID to the bovine, you add a point of visibility into the food chain. Which soil, what adulterants, what food, which cow ill, what change in food, which region, all whats and hows, you control all. You know all. And dairy industry, rural penetration, geo-surviellance, climate, digital literacy, reach per rural human body all could be beneficiaries, until you dumb humans could fight it out. Off privacies you could experiment over the cow. While she could play the mother for governance, for food, for your experiments. All.
And off humans, Indians, I wonder you figured the game. This time they invented Zero number two, they didn’t tell you, you didn’t know. But they had it all. And now that you’ve one, you don’t know on your own. Probably waiting for the queen to approve. While talks about privacy the civilisation hooked to porn, be it commoner on the railway platform or the lawmaker in the parliament or assemblies, the civilisation yet to cover itself 70 year still after the semi-nude father, dying on streets and fields, the human bodies on rent, the $1500 humans, or are they?