Pruning V.I.P. security...........NEERAJ KUMAR loses cover...

The Home Minister did a wonderful job by cutting in on the extravagant security enjoyed more as a bonus by some of the most undeserving souls. It had been a subject of status symbol for the politicians...the more the gun wielding commandoes------------the more prestigious-the ambience. The exigencies of running a coalition govt. has also had its share of cookies and candies..... Parties with as low as 4 M.P.s had hijacked the whole system, thereby making a large posse of men in uniform to guard them. The likes of Amar Singh and D.P.Yadav who hardly have any constructive qs. raised in Parliament are the most undeserving to bag the police protection.

Withdrawing the undesired protection to politicians is one thing , but to withdraw from the officers who have tackled sensitive issues, conducted raids, prepared charge sheets, handled investigations, clubbed evidence........................putting one's own life in danger .......it comes as a dead inspiration.
Neeraj Kumar, Spl.Comm of Police, who once headed the Intelligence wing of Delhi Police and who investigated a few sensitive cases in a stint at the CBI, is one of the most honest men in uniform who has a no-nonsense approach to the subject............ He is one of those with such an imepeccable record who has given D- company's men a chase of a wild goose........ To withdraw security ring of such a person who has fearlessly done his job ..is to shake the commitment and sincerity levels that make up a selfless professional.......

Sparing 377 personnels and withdrawing cover to the likes of D.P.Yadavs.........the all time liquor baron whose son stands accused in double murder is a welcome gesture in the right direction...........but to withdraw from those who earned to have it, is a googly aimed at an audience and not at the pavilion,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

THE SUPREMACY OF NATURE,,,,,,Y.S. REDDY JOURNEY TO ETERNITY..

A politician's life is what everyone must be praying Gods for. King like comforts footed by extavagant tax-payers bonanzas, fooling around with anything and everything, flaunt Govt. resources more lavishly even when austerity drives are enunciated, strength to extract percentages from crores sanctioned for public, being protected by the same police which in normal circumstances would throw 80% of these politicians behind the bars, chew paan and spit in media glare to create a fashion statement, use rustic ground level dialect to swing votes in ones favour, convert legislative educative foreign jaunts to bar dancers of Europe, crosssing the limits of nepotism and jumping heights of sycophancy in spending 650-1000 crores in statues when poor dalits are dying of hunger, collecting hunreds of lacs for celebrating birthdays failing which party goons gun down even high ranking officials, thrashing faculty during campus elections in national broadcasts and courts acquitting the very same culprits for lack of evidence,

we are a nation blessed with 24x7, Z-Plus security even to dalals of parliament.......................

Commandoes, black cats, SPG, red beacon security all around........life is king sized if you are a son-in-law of the Govt. A recent incident in which a Rajasthan MLA Rajendra Singh Bidhudi went for a low division clerk's head just because the clerk dedicated to his work din't see the MLA entering and therefore got delayed in standing up to greet him defies all records of arrogance and venom that penetrates when there are no ground checks for these politicians. Mayawati and Mehbooba can use the best of abuses at their colleagues in vidhan sabha, create a ruckus and throw mikes and chairs but when it comes to

Karnal Singh..the cop and an astrologer.........

I have been a great admirer of Karnal Singh since the time I first saw him as being introduced as the honorary faculty of Bhartiya Vidya Bhavan. Miles apart from the disgusting picture that precedes Delhi Police and its unprofessional, corrupt and arrogant employees; Karnal personifies a whiff of fresh breeze. A man of pleasing personality, god-fearing and someone who believes in Karma----the ultimate limit of freewill that can change the destiny of a man. As a member of faculty, he is one of the most helping but only within the precincts of the four walls, dedicated and someone who is clear about his perceptions with a command over the subject. As a matter of fact he is quite an admired soul not merely because of his in-depth knowledge over the subject but because of his magnanimity and charm that creates a kind of a halo around him.

All said and done... I somehow don't seem to share his views about the force he represents professionally. My personal experiences in particular have been quite a disaster... the only saving grace lent by none other than the no. two in command Neeraj Kumar, Spl. Comm. in Delhi Police. This is one such service in which even the lowest ranking wields an equal authority as the commissioner himself in relevant proportions. Unfriendly and repulsive attitude, tea, snacks, paan, shopping over the small time road side vendors as an all time bonus, haftas, mullah running into 10-15 thousands for the extended residential constructions, refusal to lodge a FIR, inability to apprehend or rather as to say patronising chain snatchers, small time gangs, rash drivers, hooligans and eve teasers with a small greasing of their hands, the limit I found greatly violated when a close colleague narrated about a drunk ASI coming to him on a theft complaint and oscillating left-right asking irrelevant qs.; or advising the young girls not to come out of the house when she calls the helpline no. on being eve-teased..........is what in short would define the Delhi Police.

The main reason I fathom is the inability and short-sightedness of the seniors who hardly take any rounds of police stations except when the new Comm. is appointed and walk the streets with media hogging the lime lights..........who perhaps are too immersed in their own survival sycophancy oriented posting blues rather than in generating a sense of accountability down to the last in the line.

In this backdrop of practicality of events............Karnal Singh's advice in H.T. dated 31st Aug, 2009 to cooperate with police seems not that easy a nut to digest. If that be so, many girls even after having informed about the advances and perverted behaviors of some part time Romeos to the local police wouldn't have met with either acid thrown on their faces or ended up having been raped or murdered. Many complaints of a ruckus caused by anti-social elements go unnoticed till it takes a monumental proportions and then when media flashes it with a breaking news sequence, we find our good Samaritans coming with latest versions of their constraints .....over the camera. If only the seniors venture into a local bus or walk like a common man on the streets that DELHI POLICE would be what Karnal Singh's views reflect or what Neeraj Kumar, Dharmender, Tajendra Luthra, S.N. Srivastava or Ajay Kashyap are worthy of transforming into............

AS GALIB HAD ONCE SAID---------------Delhi abhi door hai.....................so is the effective policing..........and with gentlemen like these,,,,,,,,,there is still a streak of hope............

REALITY SHOWS defining new linmits of OBSCENITY...........

Our media has gone from bad to worse in the last decade. Its only when the freedom of press comes under threat due to its falling standards of reporting or creating a furore much cheap to its image that self-appointed moral guardians like Prannoy Roy,,,,,,,,,,,,,,come to the fore,,,,,,,,,in all its defending plea.....and amid the verses of media-freedom chanting, a visit to the Race Course to sooth their nerves... Once the issue gets a breathing space, the same Mr. Roy puts it in cold storage only to rake it up again, for the media to have some self-regulations once its ruthlessly exploited, foolishly explored freedom as Barkha Dutt's 26/11 coverage unveiled, comes under the govt. scanner and public outrage..........

Such is the horde of getting TRPs that the morality factor has finally been thrown to the winds....obscenity in the form of reality shows has been the hallmark of these channels..... Nudity, cheap talks, third rated jokes like Sidhu types, abusive language, skimpy clothes for the woman have been the nucleus of such reality shows,,,,,,,,,,,,using disgraceful language and repulsively demoralising attitude being the bench mark to have gaping audience wonder-stuck...........

The recent reality show ISS JUNGLE SE MUJHE BACHHAOA, depicting Negar Khan justifying her skimpiest clothes to being so--as in real life.........with rain drenching sequences and vulgar hand and body movements shows their desperation to catch some wondering eyes to climb up the success ladder. With deep cleavages highlighting the upper protruding cusps to their maximum exposure and waist covering hardly anything worth the name.... Negar Khan and the women of her ilk deserve to be in Tarzan's land to be in their so - called real self...........

Earlier in some dance and singing competitions for the talent hunt, the infighting and abusive hurling at each other by the judges and subsequent disrespect shown to the kids with crispy and spiced humiliation has had its impact in some nervous breakdown cases. That we need a deviation from the path ethically expected from as widely seen and as popular a medium as t.v.--- just for its TRP's is a sad commentary in a nation that spurts up in a jiffy with Brinda Karat's and Shanti Bhushan's holding Jantar Mantra and Supreme court to ransom over one politically milking topic or human violation incident.

That such serials intruding even children and living-rooms do leave an impressionable mark shouldn't be ignored nor argued on the basis of one Barkha Dutt or some other anchor shuttling with a microphone from one corner to another in some talk-show and jumping for some fundamental rights issue.

At the end of the day----its cheapness, vulgarity, exploiting a relation and disrespect enhancing denominator that we are looking at. . . To counter it on the barometer of liberalism, fundamental rights, progressive outlook and some fun loving categories is nothing but a venomous intrusion on our wisdom and sense of judicious judgement. Its time for mature barons of media like Prannoy Roy to rise above their subtle attitudes and do demarcate a self-regulatory authority rather than crib and cry every time over the split milk.

The milking of such reality shows in the mean time will milk whatever morality that we are left with....... will somebody talk of GLOBAL WARMING and GREEN HOUSE effect of man's existence as civilised beings........................... TIME TO SAVE A THOUGHT FOR.........................

STUNTS versus SARKOZY...........

French President Nicholas Sarkozy might be shorter in height but he sure has a way with his long hitting thought-process. He sure has been experimenting hard to manage a way to come up to Carla or Obama's stature and adding fodder to international gossip mills about the ways adopted whether it be standing at a make-shift wooden platform or standing with his toes lifted to meet up their levels........... Sarkozy has surely masterted the art of womanising in the interest of influencing his political fortunes..........

With two previous marraiges and a third to the Carla Bruni, a former topless model who has quite a few shoots in full nudity, Sarkozy father of three sons from the previous marriages plans to expolit his next conception with Bruni to his political advantage. There could nothing be more cheap, depicting paucity of his ideas to counter growing discontentment on home-turf. The idea of throwing in the ring his desire to father a child from the world's most desirable woman just before the next Presidential elections is a classic example of mixing stunt with politics, the kind of politics that is bereft of any mature shades of governance rather a kind of politics more goverened by bust and bums of the fashion models.

Although I myself find the couple like a cuckoo-bird little-lovings, with loving tender touches even at international podiums making the headlines but the recent reports to use his private life to promote his public image smacks of highly deplorable standards of publicity, a strategy that backfired stupendously when he seperated from his second wife in 2007 after the presidential elections. However attractive be the physical quotient or however charming the disposition of the sexy wives mirred in deepest of the deep scandals be,,,,,,,,,,the nations and their future are not the personal fiefdom of the spouses. To think Sarkozy bettered his public ratings by 12% after he fell and collapsed while jogging last month and that he would repeat the feat by declaring his intention to culminate his love-making into human life would be a misconception of the most weired kinds.

At the most it could be a cheap public stunt to play the card of family-way which now he should leave his adult children to take care off. Its time now for Nicholas Sarkozy to play the role of a Statesman rather than a Playboy and win the next elections on the strength of his political astuteness rather than flirtatious extravaganzaas.

Politics surely is nobody's family domain for entertainment nor it should be allowed by some romantic wrecks,,,,,,,,,,,,to be made into one..................

GAYATRI DEVI,,,,THE TRUTH OF LIVING A LIFE,,,,,,

Gayatri Devi, former Maharani of Jaipur breathed her last a few days back. It would have been like any another news fit enough to be consigned into the backyards of my memory lane but for the magnificent pictures posted alongside, it caught me on a different platform.

The pictures were nothing less than that of a reigning beauty queen of her times. The lady exhuberated with such an innate sense of mesmerisation that left impressions of divinity all through. They were seeped in waters of perennial mountain-falls that would never loose its freshness making the pictures flutter like the morning dew on the first rays of sunshine grass. Such was the aura of the woman who was to the world --The Maharani of Jaipur, that even grace and beauty would knock her doors for the Beauty to be defined. The 1956 photographs were gorgeously exquisite, eternally soothing, marvelously beautiful, oozing sensuality within the degrees of decorum and dignity. The charisma stuffed in monumental proportions would have put any Helen of Troy to bouts of depression or any Bollywood diva to run for her money.

Such was the magnitude of luster that she commanded immense respect and affection, of not only her subjects but at one point of time she was voted as one of the most beautiful woman on earth.
This was one part of the game......the other diagonally opposite were two more of her pictures depicting the true colours of a journey that was in itself a colossal manifestation of a human life. From a lovely, sensitive, charming, voluptuous lady-------she was a complete personification of a woman blended with shades of royalty woven into the intricate fabrics of politics of modernity. The other two pictures displayed her agile, feeble-self, painted with the brush of age taking its toll. The wrinkled face, grey hair, maturity and the true colours of life ---both good or bad --sweet and sour---benevolent and cruel-----complimented a journey through the romantic alleys of 1950s to the practically true colours of 2009..............a vast difference culminating in a life that has come a full 360 degrees. The grace and decorum ,,,,the aura associated with the onslaught of time making its presence felt in the deep wrinkles and dark circles beneath her eyes......

That life has traversed a visible journey from the youthful bliss to property oriented hidden infightings inherently related with such royalty displayed in the mature persona of 2006 makes one realize the truth of being in human incarceration............the cruel facet of life that is synonymous with every human being with varying degrees.

This reminded me of a sequence from TITANIC where the old lady traverses her past to the youthful bliss, through her romantic conjectures and finally the reality of being grey haired ..wrinkled self-writtings for the Gods to finally send a passport to heavens.............Gayatri Devi's pictures with true colours of life culminating with the onslaught of time ....................depicted the very essence of human journey from its youth to the time of Gods call..............................

THAT IS WHAT IS THE TRUE COLOURS OF LIFE ...............EVERYONE'S LIFE......................culminating in a way that depicts man as a pawn in his hands and sent to earth to fulfill a predestined journey..........................THAT'S WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT .......................

SWINE ..WITH LOVE FROM THE AIRPORTS........

Within half an hour of expressing my views on swine flu in the last blog, a good old dear friend called up from Ahmedabad stating about the latest piece of news published in Ahmedabad Mirror. Only if the forbidden souls (governing this great nation of ours), and particularly the honoured minister have some semblance of credibility and responsibility left in their conscience, they would hang their heads in shame.

In the midst of elaborate administrative measures emanating from the glass houses of India's Page 3, there comes the news of incoming passengers at the airport not being subjected to even the bare minimum precautinary tests to detect the presence of flu symptons. More abyssmal is the procedure of getting a form filled up for formality sake -leaving it to the manipulations of the passengers themselves to indicate if they have any symptons. One such passenger royally landed at Ahmedabad airport with no one ever scrutinising him for the virus. The paper rightly exposed the hollow nature of truth carried from the air-conditioned precincts of the minister's office.
When countries all over the world are putting their head and shoulders to curb the evil in the bud, and even deporting back the infected patients--------the seventh largest nation in the world with a share of almost 1/7th of the world's 7 . 5 billion workforce, the world's largest democracy with the the most voluminous constitution, a nation with the maximum no. of reservations in the working sector, a democracy that thrives on max. dharnas and chakka-jaams,,,,,what if that nation lives in the medieval mindset --a nation bereft of any vision for its subjects, without any minimum standards of governance, a country where one M.P. is priced at 25 crores in the coalition era, where M.P.'s are at their hooligan best in the parliament, where tainted occupy the presidency, where a C.M. spends 600 crores to install her own statues while allocating just 200 crores for draught relief.......................................that nation sooner or later is a doomed nation where people would perish because of the incompetence and unworthiness of the people in power.

Until and unless the quality of the politicians rises above the demarcations of caste, religion and regionalism and corruption at high places handled with an iron hand, until the responsibilty is fixed and time oriented visionary tasks not followed, until the garbage disposal sequence right from the doorsteps not streamlined and 60% sanitary staff working in proxy not taken to task..............we will be jumping over from one meningitis to another dengue to subsequent bird-flu to the latest swine flu..........the list will go on increasing with new terminlogical ailments knocking at our graves...........and Gulam Nabi Azad throwing up his hands defending the same with innocent sweet words --------we cannot control the swine flu ... sooner or later it had to strike...........pouring like honey. What he missed out was that he forgot to put some medicos at the airport to check the swine infected cases or he couldn't control the masks to be sold at Rs.350/- where its original price is around Rs. 100/-, else he first blamed the innocent victim of spreading the disease and when media went hammer and tongs he spend the day apologising for the same..........

Well if the Minister could roll-up his sleeve for the next epidemic to be efficiently nipped in its infancy, You my friends would surely have a better news to say.....................
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