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.