Remembering Rajiv Gandhi 20 August 1944 – 21 May 1991

As Indians should we be sorry about insulting the memory of Rajiv Gandhi on yet another of his murder anniversaries?

The answers could shock every patriotic Indian.

Readers are requested to go through every inbuilt link to get the full perspective.

Should the Congress Party that ruled India that is Bharat for over 70 years apologise to former India PM Rajiv Gandhi for posthumously stabbing him in the back?

Was Rajiv ‘sacrificed’ to help the Congress win the 1991 parliamentary elections that clearly triggered his widow morphing into exalted status of the ‘uncrowned empress of India’ from 1992 to 1999 and ‘unconstitutional authority’ between 2004 to 2014? Is that why Sonia had a ‘cosy’ relationship with the Dravida Munnetra Kazhagam – a party whose rule in TN was sacked in 1975 at the behest of the Congress [1] and was the raison d’être for pulling down the Gujral coalition at the centre? [2]

Should the Indian National Congress look over its shoulder to discern the suspicious nature of the meeting between Priyanka Gandhi Vadra and Rajiv assassin Nalini Sri Haran a.k.a. Murugan in 2008?

Should the current National Democratic Alliance regime take a close look at the role of Rajiv’s Widow Sonia Gandhi a.k.a. born Edvige Antonia Albina Maino in the ex-PM’s murder?

Is someone covering up her suspected double agent roles through her links to Pakistan’s Inter-Services Intelligence and former Soviet Union’s infamous KGB and its later-day incarnations?

Is there much more to Karti Chidambaram’s flight to London to escape imminent arrest and questioning in the matter pertaining to multiple shady deals of amassing wealth beyond his known sources of income?

Are such secrets linked to Harvard don and senior advocate P Chidambaram? 

On this day – May 21 2017, around 8.a.m., in the morning, this website: http://bharatkalyan97.blogspot.in/2014/02/chidambara-rahasyam-tsv-hari.html could be clearly seen. It then disappeared and this line appeared in its place: “This website/URL has been blocked as per instructions from Department of Telecommunications of India.”  If this can happen on a Sunday, on Rajiv Gandhi’s death anniversary, obviously, someone close to P Chidambaram can pull strings within the ministry of telecommunications. Who could that be?

Meanwhile, this writer has picked up the gauntlet and is exposing the nice lawyer even more! https://haritsv.wordpress.com/2016/04/25/the-toxic-chidambaram-smokescreen Let us see if he can block that too!

At this point in time, the plausible answers to all these questions are in the affirmative.

[1]

Operative portions from a Times of India report dated June 26 2014:

“The Emergency in Tamil Nadu can be classified into two phases — before and after the dismissal of the DMK government on January 31, 1976,” said former Madras high court judge K Chandru.

“The President’s rule in the state was draconian. DMK leaders were thrashed in prison,” said Chandru, who was a member of the Justice Ismail Commission, which probed alleged prison excesses during the Emergency.

Senior DMK leaders Murasoli Maran, then MP Chitti Babu, M K Stalin, Arcot Veerasamy and several party volunteers were imprisoned and allegedly beaten up. DMK leaders say while Veerasamy lost his hearing, Maran never recovered from a back injury and Chitti Babu, who bore the brunt of the attack, died in Chennai prison in 1976.

[2]

Operative portions from the relevant Wikipedia dossier:

On 30 January 1991, the DMK government which had come to power after winning the 1989 was dismissed by the Indian Prime minister Chandrasekhar using Article 356 of the Indian Constitution. President’s rule was imposed on Tamil Nadu from 31 January. The reason cited for the dismissal was the deterioration of law and order in the state and the DMK’s alleged closeness to the LTTE. The union law minister Subramanian Swamy, cited (among others) the assassination of the Eelam People’s Revolutionary Liberation Front (EPRLF) office bearers in Chennai on 19 June 1990 by the LTTE as the proof of collusion between the DMK government and the LTTE. The Samajwadi Janata Party government of Chandrasekhar at the centre was dependent on the outside support of Rajiv Gandhi’s Congress, which in turn was an ally of the ADMK in Tamil Nadu. The dismissal followed pressure on the Chandrasekhar government by the Congress and ADMK to dismiss the DMK government. The Chandrasekhar government fell on March 1991 after the Congress withdrew its outside support. Fresh elections for both the Indian parliament and Tamil Nadu Legislative Assembly were scheduled for June 1991.

Divine Intervention – 3 [part II]

The story so far:

Nungambakkam, part of Chennai’s central region witnessed the brutal murder of a young techie – Swathi – in June 2016.

As her killer Ram Kumar too died under mysterious circumstances, the reasons for her killing remain a diabolic mystery.

The short story below is an endeavour to investigate the possibilities that could have led to the killing of Swathi.

Part one of this longish short story was published earlier.

It can be accessed here.

Young Veerabahu was set to arrive in the Nungambakkam railway station platform some 10 minutes later.

I surveyed the scene.

The evening crowd was milling around close to the point where the foot over-bridge touched the ground.

A sizeable number of the passengers were students from the nearby Loyola College – believed to be the best in India – where freedom of thought was/is as important as breathing. Some of them had participated in an ongoing survey to discern the mood of the people – as fresh elections to the assembly were round the corner. Political instability post December 5 2016 – the day Chief Minister J Jayalalithaa was declared dead – had led to it.

I listened to the chatter.

A few months ago, reports alleged that the Tamil Nadu Government was functioning as per the diktat of Sasikala Natarajan, currently ensconced in Parapana Agrahara Central Prison in Bangalore’s outskirts as a convict. Politicians love to say that always law is allowed to take its course. India’s Supreme Court is of a clear mind in such a situation. “Corruption is not only a punishable offence but also undermines human rights, indirectly violating them, and systematic corruption, is a human rights’ violation in itself, as it leads to systematic economic crimes,” it said. Sasikala was punished for offences under sections 13[1][e] and 13[2] of the Prevention of Corruption Act 1988 read with 120B [conspiracy] and 109 [abetment] of the Indian Penal Code. Rather strangely, none from any political party in Tamil Nadu had approached the courts to sack the regime that took orders from a convicted prisoner then and there on the principle of breakdown of the constitution. Any person in custody would be disqualified from holding any government job. A convict’s fate was even clearer. By publicly admitting that a female jail bird was flinging yolk from her steel nest in another state, a senior member of the cabinet had violated tenets of the constitution,” a girl with a sharp nose and bold voice said.

“There was worse. By itself, the ‘election’ of Sasikala as the general secretary of the ‘ruling’ All India Anna Dravida Munnetra Kazhagam is ultra vires of its own constitution. The so-called election was patently illegal if one goes by the constitution of that party. AIADMK by-laws available in the Election Commission’s website state that the party general secretary can only be declared elected by the political unit’s representatives from all the states – including those from Tamil Nadu, Pondicherry, Kerala, Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh plus the Andaman and Nicobar Islands during a specially convened General Council to ‘elect’ a ‘proper’ candidate who ought to have been an uninterrupted member for 5 years. Such an event never happened. It was this so-called election that caused Sasikala’s ‘empowerment’ to be ‘elected’ as the leader of the AIADMK legislature party. So, that was an illegal act in itself. It was the cause for the then CM O Panneerselvam to resign and make way for Sasikala – which also is legally non est. To ram all these unsavoury events down the throats of the people of Tamil Nadu, the Sasikala group had cocooned a majority of the MLAs in a beach resort, allegedly wined, dined and ‘entertained otherwise’ with dancing women. Reports said that all of them were recipients of several million rupees in cash, gold and a lot more. This captive legislators’ crowd had ensured that Chief Minister E Palanisamy survived the trust vote on the floors of the assembly vide violent harangue in February 2017. Since Sasikala’s original sin – in itself was unpardonable – the shameful aftermath could not have the luxury of hiding behind a legal fig leaf of having passed muster in the assembly. Every so called political event after the December 5 2016 demise of Jayalalithaa could be termed illegal,” a Kurta clad young man chimed in.

“The inner contradictions were too much to bear. Now, the AIADMK has ceased to exist as a party. The ‘twin-leaf’ symbol and the name AIADMK were frozen initially on account of the RK Nagar by elections. After the various groups of the AIADMK ended up shaming themselves through the results, the party has little chances of reviving itself. On the flip side, the DMK’s existence is on the basis of hate AIADMK slogan – that keeps its voters interested. Sooner or later the DMK would suffer the same chagrin as the AIADMK. The reasons are simple. There are one too many claimants for the ill-gotten wealth of the party’s leadership mainstays – comprising the members of its leader Karunanidhi’s family. Surveys conducted in the length and breadth of Tamil Nadu revealed that the people want a change … a change for the better from the self-centred politicians for whom only grabbing cash was the only vocational and ‘vacational’ theme. And that would inevitably end in the decimation of regionalism that began in southern India through the separatist Dravidar Kazhagam [DK] and its so-called political offshoot – the DMK,” a somewhat senior student added.

I smiled. The young ladies and gentlemen were on the right track.

At that moment an express train whizzed past on track three moving at 85 km ph northward.

The duty station master or his assistant was supposed to stand on platform 2 holding a green flag or light – to be spotted and acknowledged by the motorman driving the train.

After the passage of the train, the SM ought to inform master signal control that the clickety-clack sounds of the wheels on the tracks were normal and betrayed no derailment danger to the train. The acknowledgement by the motorman or driver was the proverbial feel-good-factor to help the safety of several thousand passengers’ lives in the clasps of his/her hands.

Instead of doing his duty, the person manning the railway platform’s office cubicle was chatting with someone on his mobile phone.

Seated in that console was a person whose demeanour depicted that he was someone in authority. He was flanked by 2 constables from the Railway Protection Force.

“I am conducting surprise checks for ticketless travellers. Obviously some will pay a fine or a bribe to escape. All of us can expect some ‘cash relief’ for the month end,” the ticket examiner in civvies said.

Interrupting his chat on the mobile, the person in charge of the station in white uniform quipped: “Don’t forget my share!”

The RPF men looked a bit nonplussed.

“In these busy hours, the state railway police personnel conduct their own raids … and collect sizeable booty. None of us get any share from that. Worse, they do not cooperate in nabbing those trying to run away,” one constable complained.

“Well, we are not parting with any part of our collection on that count…so one minus one is zero. Accounts are squared. All of us need to supplement our incomes thus in these difficult times. Our salaries are inadequate to maintain our families. We need the cooperation of the local cops when something like that Swathi murder blows. In the melee for audience eyeballs, television channels ignored the simple fact that on that fateful morning of June last year, none of us was performing our duties. And then, none noticed when the RPF and Railway Police beat ran round the mulberry bush on the non-existent issue of jurisdiction… simply to buy time,” the TE announced with a grim finality.

These were signs of systems’ societal decay.

The duty station master coming out every 10 minutes or so while fast trains went past was also meant to keep a wary eye on the passengers in the station and report any suspicious activity. He didn’t care a tuppence about it. Instead of according protection to passengers by incessantly patrolling the platforms as per their job mandates, RPF and state railway police personnel were actively harvesting funds for month-end pecuniary problems. Senior officials were actively collaborating.

I shook my head in disapproval.

Spotting Veerabahu alighting from the foot over bridge, I moved northward.

The slim, slender looking teenager was on the mobile phone – talking to his sister.

“Where have you reached?”

“Crossing Saidapet station,” the girl’s voice said. The kid had switched the hands free button on the instrument.

“I have homework to do. And then I have to prepare for the first semester tests,” Veerabahu protested.

“Is the rowdy waiting outside the station?”

“I actually wasn’t looking. But, what can I do if he turns violent? We need to ask pa to move home… to somewhere close to where I work,” the lass grumbled.

“What about pa’s job at the EB? What about my school? My whole life will be spoiled!”

“Would it be alright then if someone spoils and soils your sister? What kind of a brother are you?”

Veerabahu looked uneasy.

“You better come fast. I am waiting!” He cut the connection and rolled his eyes skywards in sheer exasperation.

“Why is God not around when we need him? Rowdies, crowded cities, rising prices, police apathy, scolding school teachers, difficult syllabus…”

As is the wont of youngsters, Veerabahu grumbled.

Aren’t you Damarla Veerabahu, little Swati’s younger brother?”

My question startled the boy.

“How do you know me?”

Every Friday, your sister Swathi is in the forefront of the palanquin bearers – carrying the idol of Shukaravaara Amman in the Aghastheeswarar temple nearby. I remember you because you once wanted to help your sister…but the priests forbade you from touching the palanquin, as it violates the temple rules. I see you offering prayers in that temple regularly.”

The boy looked closely at me and espied an old man with a kind face, dressed in a white Indian shirt and trousers. The salt and pepper facial and pate hair disarmed him.

“What is your name?”

Most persons in this vicinity refer to me as Agathi!”

“A very strange name, I would say,” the boy said thoughtfully.

It is the shortened form of a very famous sage – Agasthya. Some persons translate the name from Sanskrit as ‘mountain thrower’. The Tamil meaning denotes a person who has realised his inner self. In Tamil, Agam stands for a home. ‘Thiyan’ refers to a householder … who ensures the well-being of the home’s inhabitants. In a nutshell, if one goes by the Tamil meaning, every male is an Agathi … or Agathiyan. The sage Agasthya was a diminutive man. By the Sanskrit definition he could throw a mountain. It only implies that determination can cause any person to complete any superhuman feat. There is an entire city block in Kanyakumari district – called Agastheeswaram. Some 400 km off Kochi – in the Arabian Sea – there is an island called Agatti – the virtual capital of Lakshadweep archipelago. Finally, the temple you visit every Friday with your sister – is a shrine for Agastheeswarar. Hence, it is not such a strange name.”

The boy giggled.

“So what do you want from me?”

The boy pertly asked the question abruptly.

“Oh, I have no needs to be fulfilled by anyone. I only grant favours, more often than not, without anyone asking for it … completely free of charge. You and your sister have a problem in the form of a young unruly male tormentor. He follows your sister somewhat threateningly. Probably, you are here to accompany young Swathi home… because she feels safer with you around. But, you are not at all comfortable with the idea of facing the rowdy. Suppose… I give you a little formula to defeat this rowdy and thus prove that you indeed are really Veerabahu … the brave-heart with strong protecting arms. That is without any risk and no sweat. Will you be interested?”

The boy was puzzled. His confusion showed on his countenance.

“I am no Jackie Chan … and cannot hope to fight and win a grown up man who pumps iron in gyms.”

“Jackie Chan does those choreographed fights only in the films. There is a scene in a movie featuring a one minute shot where Jackie is shown as getting killed by Lee in Enter the Dragon. Bruce was his idol and Chan tells anyone willing to listen to him that he loved losing to his idol and did a lot of play acting to retain the sympathetic attention of the then more famous man. More seriously, the movie Enter the Dragon has a scene featuring Bruce Lee – teaching a little boy how to win a fight with a grown up man – without actually fighting. You could actually do it. It is very simple. I could help you win,” I informed the child.

“But, why would you do that?”

“Because… I love helping people. It is that simple. Come closer, I will teach you the trick. You can try it out tomorrow itself! And don’t worry. If something goes wrong, I will be around… to help you.”

The boy came closer.

“Is this absolutely free? No hidden tricks or charges?”

“None at all, my young friend, you can be sure.”

I then began telling him a simple trick. I took leave as the EMU steamed into the terminal.

I knew that the girl Swathi would frown at Veerabahu talking to strangers. But, that was par for the course.

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Indian Police Service [IPS] officer Nar Bahadur Thapa was posted to the Narcotics Control Bureau’s Chennai Unit in its northwest outskirts as southern India’s regional head. It was a ‘punishment’ posting. A set of corrupt men who controlled the vigilance and anti-corruption wings of the Central Bureau of Investigation had wanted Thapa out of the way.

Of Nepalese extraction, Thapa had the tenacity of bloodhounds that never let go a sniffed criminal at wrong end of an invisible but ‘smellable’ trail.

That evening, his table had 2 bulky files of criminals – linked to drug trade from across the Palk Straits – in Sri Lanka’s war-torn north and northeast, whose tentacles snaked into the innards of India’s various cities, and also into the innards of around 50 national capitals spread all over the globe.

The profits were enormous.

At its little known, obscure procurement points, prices of drugs like heroin, crack, cocaine, and marijuana was as low as Rs.50 per base unit. But, when sold in the retail ‘open air markets’, their prices ballooned 50,000 times. The methods of the underworld were becoming more sophisticated than those of the cops – and this was a worldwide malady. The resultant ill gotten wealth was round-tripped and pumped into legal economies – to push real estate prices skyward. India was no exception.

Real estate was the safest venue to park black funds – as very few could every actually measure the profit margins.

Thapa had done the hard work.

An acre of land with a legal floor space index [FSI] of 3.5 in the outskirts of Chennai or for that matter any city in India ranged between Rs. 2 and 4 crores. Each acre has 43,500 square feet on the ground level as its ‘carpet’ area. When multiplied by 3.5 – the allowed amount of FSI – the price of undivided share of the proposed built up area ranged between Rs. 133 to Rs.263 per square foot. Costs of building huge blocks of flats ranged around Rs.1000 per square foot. In a nutshell, builders spent around Rs.5 lakhs for a 500 sq ft flat and sold it for Rs.25 lakhs. Burdened by other factors of the global meltdown, big time mainstream media outlets winked at this racket. There was a method to this madness. Builders’ networks splurged money on full page colour advertisements – often occupying the first three pages of newspapers besides sponsoring hours and hours of television time.

The operators of this huge sinister machine also bankrolled political parties. In some states, political parties’ sections actually owned and ran the racket. The sinister game drew sustenance by cannibalising its own assets. Some of the real estate defaulters’ flats were used as dens to peddle drugs and then discarded whenever some “untoward” event happened. Often such “events” were “rave” parties catering to the spoilt rich brats and also to draw more potential victims into the concentric vortex of drug addiction and peddling. The victim owner of such a den – soon declared as an erstwhile owner – would be flung to the wolves as a drug trafficker. The whole racket suited only wrongdoers and rendered them richer after every deal – botched or otherwise..

A ‘foolproof’ system had been hammered into place to run this evil empire. It was done vide the creation of a network of agents employed by private and foreign banks that had begun lending money in India at usurious interest rates since the turn of the millennium.

The grey market of ‘collection agents’ was a good source of information to identify future victims to be fleeced and/or raped and/or prostituted.

‘Minor’ funding began with credit cards and ‘personal loans’. The dues amounted to a few thousands of rupees. Usurious interest rates ensured indebtedness. Before long, a vast section of the middle-class was in the thrall of these sophisticated moneylenders. Those who deferred paying on time were catchment areas of potential victims. Rowdies from the dregs of society worked as ‘collection agents’ and provided vital info. Those amongst these gangs that were smarter than the rest slowly levitated towards the drug distribution. Thus began a database of persons who be preyed upon to buy ‘dream homes’ engineered to default to turn such residences into nightmares – only to be repossessed and sold to other similar victims.

The operation was a large scale one.

While in the CBI, Thapa had been assigned the task of identifying the shady methods of foreign banks, their lending patterns and recovery methodology. At the start of his probe, he had stumbled on to the world of pricey auditing firms which violated every known law in every nation possible and yet retained the veneer of respectability. One such firm is Pricewaterhouse Coopers [PwC].

A minor cog of this giant machine, Sengodan had committed the cardinal sin of ‘leaning on’ Pachaiappan – nicknamed ‘patch-boy’ amongst a small group of friends for recovering credit card dues. Pachaiappan was the son of Duraisingham, a head constable who worked for CBI. The young man had apparently used the rectangular piece of plastic during a new year’s party in a 3-star hotel. The bill had come to Rs.26K. Patch-boy’s pals promised to pool in the money to square the loan off. But, the sharing of the financial load actually never took place.

Without knowing the antecedents of his victim’s father, Sengodan began sending threatening messages to Pachaiappan. Usually, credit card and finance companies avoid 3 categories of individuals viz. Journalists, lawyers and police officials. The avoidance is explained away with a two-word term: “negative profile”. Secretly the movers and shakers in this rat race admit that discovery of the workings of their racket is their big fear. The bigger fear is journalists, lawyers and cops using the instrument of blackmail to clean the wrongdoers out, aver the men and women at tertiary levels of this game. The bitter truth is stranger. Those who never deserve a single rupee manage to net billions of rupees and are allowed to not only default but also helped to escape the laws of India under everyone’s noses. 

Before long, seeing his son listless most of the day, the cop accessed the SMS from his son’s mobile.

Duraisingham sought the advice of his superior officer.

Holding the rank of Inspector General, Thapa merited a landlubber bosun. Duraisingham performed that task admirably in Chennai.

So, when the hapless minion approached his boss for saving his son, the IG – then looking after various high profile cases from Delhi for the CBI’s southern operations, Thapa realised the potential and pulled the young man’s chestnuts out of the fire and began watching the gang of ‘recovery agents.’ That endeavour had landed the strange fish – Sengodan.

By keeping tabs on Sengodan, Thapa had traced most of the racketeers and identified their modus operandi. That was when he suspected something else – the presence of a vigilante group of IT professionals functioning beyond their work-station borders to identify ill-gotten funds parked abroad. As he had begun taking an interest in the activities of several young men and women, one of them – a Brahmin girl aged 24 – Swathi – had been brutally killed in mid 2016.

When others above him found out Thapa’s focus, they got him transferred – virtually on punishment. But, being pushed to the wall, Thapa had decided to fight. And that fight had led to his unearthing the huge racket whose minor loose end was Sengodan. The big time players were builders and architects working from flashy offices.

Thapa looked at the clock in his office.

It was close to 7 p.m.

Pressing his buzzer, he summoned Duraisingham – who had levitated to the NCB along with his boss.

“We may have a major job to do, tomorrow, to end rackets of youngsters’ tormentors – like the man who had harassed your son,” Thapa said.

“Sure sir,” the orderly said.

“I have been tracking the mobile of this person called Sengodan. He lives in Choolaimedu area but does his trade in OMR. It seems he is also stalking a girl Swathi – like someone else had chased her namesake last year. What makes the whole thing interesting is the qualification of this girl and her core competence area. She is a code breaking ethical hacker. I suspect that last year’s dead Swathi was one as well.”

“Did the other girl – the dead Swathi do the same thing and was she killed on that count sir?”

Duraisingham asked the question at the spur of the moment in total innocence.

“I have a strong suspicion that she was,” Thapa enigmatically said.

-to be continued

Divine Intervention – 3

Official apathy, corrupted systems of governance, criminal politicians, cussed cops and the odd judicial slip have harmed human psyche.

Could God be of help?

Trying to generate hope, I have so far penned 2 pieces of fiction – to restore faith in divinity amongst humans.

The links:

Divine Intervention 1

Divine Intervention 2

In both the tales, God Almighty plays a subtle role and restores sanity and parity.

I have begun writing the third.

Here is the first instalment.

August 22 2017

Nungambakkam rail terminal seemed huge and imposing to the demure, dusky 22-year-old, Telugu speaking girl D Swathi at 5-55 a.m. that Tuesday.

Her namesake had been murdered in cold blood in that very railway station in June 2016. The perpetrator, stalker-killer – one Ram Kumar – had dropped dead in a prison under mysterious circumstances a few weeks later. Chennai’s corrupt cops had complicated the murder probe. Some among them had succeeded in getting sections in the media to cast aspersions on the character of the victim posthumously. Later, Kumar’s suspicious ‘suicide’ was hurriedly buried in the shallowest of graves.

She had other reasons to be afraid.

Fear in a male form, with rippling muscles, clad in a crocodile brand black “T” shirt and black trousers with a leery expression to boot had stalked her all the way from home located some 600 metres away.

Chennai is India’s 4th largest metropolis located on the right flank of the Asian subcontinent’s limp phallus shaped peninsula’s upper half. On a map, Sri Lanka, the island nation, seems like a drop of semen dripping from a flaccid male organ.

Swati had joined the very organisation where her namesake had worked before – Tata Consultancy Services [TCS] a few weeks back.

The firm’s offices were located in a distant suburb named Maraimalai Nagar – some 50 km due south of where she stood.

Juxtaposed to rail terminals, the names Swathi and TCS have an eerie ring. Way back in 2014, another girl by the same name had died when a bomb planted under her seat went off in a stationary train in Chennai Central Railway Station.

Hailing from a lower middleclass family, D Swathi stayed with her parents and younger brother in Choolaimedu, a nondescript district located within a km of Nungambakkam railhead.

The place is a beehive of criminals. Many of them are drug peddlers, eunuch sex workers and pimps. Most of them are stool pigeons. Policemen wink at this flotsam and jetsam of the underworld – under the guise of running a network of informers to solve more serious crimes. The shameful ruse rarely works.

Defenceless girls trudging to and from work and/or educational institutions are regularly kidnapped and handed over to rich, sexual perverts. Videos of the resultant sadistic acts are used to blackmail and force some of the survivor victims into prostitution. Less attractive girls were/are first raped, then slaughtered and flung by the wayside far away from the crime scene – where – more often than not – the bodies are not identified.

Such abominable crimes have become commonplace in almost every 3rd world city. India’s Chennai is no exception.

Small-timers operating in Choolaimedu were “service providers” for larger underworld outfits centred some 7 km northward surrounding the city’s Puzhal Central Prison.

Swathi’s killer Ram Kumar was cited as dead after biting into a live electric wire in a highly restricted and remote zone within Puzhal prison – which was off bounds for an under-trial prisoner. Kumar’s regular cell was almost a km away from where his body was reportedly found – an electrical control room. Cops trotted out a cock and bull story that Swathi’s killer had bitten into an electric cable and had died of a fatal shock.

Swathi’s initial ‘D’ stood for Damarla. It denotes origins in the neighbourhood state of Andhra Pradesh. On that very day – August 22 – in 1639, one of her forefathers – a small-time vassal of the Vijayanagar Empire – Damarla Chennappa Nayakudu – had ‘granted’ the land between 2 rivers – the first being Cooum and the second named ‘Egmore’ to the ‘Honourable’ East India Company to build a ‘factory’ and a warehouse. [1] The former has morphed into a huge gutter. The latter river isn’t even visible. The ‘factory’ served as the first seat of power of colonial British.

Fort St George is the seat of power in Tamil Nadu today. From 1744 onwards, that stockade served as the take-off stage of the career of colonial Britain’s worst specimen Robert Clive.[2]

When known as Madras, Chennai could boast of a uniformed fraternity that cared for citizens. Police commissioners like Parangusam Naidu in 1919 and Sripall [1980-1984] the citizenry enjoyed a sense of safety. The political rulers – like the late Chief Minister MGR were of better stock. Finally there were others like Mohandas – the legendary policeman of Tamil Nadu.

The situation had worsened since the turn of the century.

It had reached its nadir after the Swathi murder. Since then, the mismanagement of law and order southern India’s show piece is at its worst. In early 2017, cops had allowed half a million persons to gather at Chennai’s seafront called the Marina Beach – demanding the holding of the annual bull-taming festival that had been banned by the Supreme Court. The do had culminated in mindless violence. The cops blamed it on the sudden entry of ‘unruly, non-state, opposition sponsored so-called unknown violent elements. The vital question as to how such a huge crowd had gathered on a thoroughfare marked in the south by the state police headquarters and Tamil Nadu’s seat of power – Fort St George in the north remains unanswered. 

Swathi briefly ducked into a nationalised bank’s air-conditioned teller machine console, inserted her Andhra Bank debit card, punched her 4 digit personal index number [PIN], clicked the ‘savings account’ and ‘withdrawal’ slots respectively and typed 5-0-0. Unexpectedly, 5 crisp, hundred rupee notes came out of the dispenser.

A warning note in the balance slip informed her that she was below the Rs.1000 minimum limit in bank accounts.

“Mine is a Jan-Dhan account – and hence the minimum balance routine shouldn’t count,” she muttered under her breath.

The tall promises made by Prime Minister Narendra Damodardas Modi didn’t matter to the shrewish females that manned Andhra Bank’s branch where her savings account was lodged.

“Those are our rules. If you think we are violating them, you can take your account and go elsewhere. The banks need to make a profit and pay its staff. You freebooter paupers keep draining our precious resources,” the school marm-like manageress had announced when Swati had tried to protest the other day. During that exercise, a diabetic subordinate of the man-eating tigress like manageress was ticked off for being a bit late in a highhanded and rude manner. His obvious chagrin caused the man to initially wince and then lurch unsteadily before he returned to his seat.

The likes of scofflaw Vijay Mallya who owed close to Rs.100 billion to high street banks in India were enjoying life abroad while the nationalised financial institutions’ decision makers that had illegally funded his shenanigans with people’s money played silly parlour games by pretending to auction the ill gotten wealth of the fugitive profligate. If the poor as much as whimpered a protest, the persons behind the counters shamelessly cited non-existent rules and barked threats – sending those whose money actually generated their salaries – scurrying for cover. Like elsewhere in the globe, the dice were loaded against the poor in India and its southern metropolis.

Swathi had needed the change. She entered a small shrine for the elephant headed Hindu God, Ganesh sitting virtually next to the ATM.

“Save me from the clutches of this cruel world, O Lord! Every day, this stalker chases me right till the station and I do not want to die like my namesake. I am afraid to go to the police because he may be part of a gang that regularly pays the cops. I am scared of losing my job. My family needs the money badly. The management will wash its hands off if something untoward happens. I get the heebie-jeebies about getting raped. Please save me, sir!”

Wiping tears from her eyes, Swathi hurriedly shoved a single Rs.100 currency note into the offerings’ box, joined her palms in prayer and ducked out of the shrine’s low threshold. As she ran up the stairs of the foot over-bridge towards the platform– the rowdy – leaning on a lamp post at ground level – whistled.

“The rhythmic movement of your behind stirs my loins and challenges my manhood! Why don’t you take an off and see a movie with me today?”

The rowdy’s cat call irked her. Pretending not to hear him, Swathi bounded up the stairs.

Meanwhile, another, similar devotee placed two plantains on the offerings’ box hurriedly and left. A hungry cow craned its neck and succeeded in grabbing the fruits. Swathi’s improperly inserted hundred rupee note slipped out and fell by the wayside.

I picked it up – knowing that it would come in good use a few minutes later.

Some 1 km to the north of the railhead is a small vegetarian eatery Subha Niwas that serves mouth watering fare at very competitive prices.

An obviously hungry beggar stood beyond the cash counter asking for a free cup of tea. The cashier was shooing him away.

“It is okay. Please give him the drink. I will pay,” I said as I entered.

“Hello! You are here after a long time,” the waiter said as he placed the cup of strong coffee on the table. A small stainless steel vessel containing sugar was placed helpfully next to the beverage. “You seem fitter than before,” the waiter added.

As the beggar finished his cup of tea and tried to enter the establishment to thank me, the cashier waved him away angrily.

A moment later, the rowdy who had stalked Damarla Swathi wandered in and devoured four idlis [spongy rice-cakes] in a jiffy.

The rowdy was obviously very, very, hungry.

Someone looking like his cousin parked his ‘Enfield Bullet’ outside and ambled in.

“You ready with the cash, Sengodan? The boss doesn’t like to wait. And the rendezvous is a long way off – close to Sriperumbudur – on the Bangalore highway,” the newcomer said.

“Yes…I have the Rs.1.5 lakhs in 2000-rupee-notes. I hope the brown sugar is of better quality this time. Last time’s supply had some silly, illegal additive. Clients got a better ‘kick’ but one of them dropped dead. Luckily none in the vicinity of the OMR [Old Mahabalipuram Road] – the IT corridor – where most of the stuff was sold – made the connection. A murder rap is the last thing I want,” Swathi’s stalker said.

“The boss has it all covered. He has huge influence in the police department – both at the state and at the centre. He invests the money earned from these shenanigans into real estate – building on lands acquired cheaply and at what are known as ‘competitive rates’. The money is very, very well hidden. Some 3 years ago, there was a building collapse in the suburbs that killed 61 chaps – all poor labourers from northern India. That makes it 61 murders and not even a single murder case was registered and/or pursued. The semi-high rise with 11 floors in question collapsed like a house of cards and yet none of those who had bought them seriously pursued the case. Whatever settlement had to be done, was perhaps done out of court. Don’t worry about murder and/or any raps. The boss will take care of them all. Talking of the drug OD victim, I heard that the boy died on the road. Someone cleaned out his purse, credit cards, wrist watch, gold chain, i-fone mobile and a lot more. That someone happened to be one of your flunkeys. So, cut the sanctimonious, self-righteous shit and let us get going.”

The duo settled the bill and left.

“You haven’t touched your coffee, sir,” the waiter announced standing next to the chair where I was seated.

“I suddenly don’t feel like having any. There is a bitter feeling on the tongue and in the intellect,” I said, settled the bill for the other man’s tea and my coffee with the Rs.100 crisp note I had picked up and emerged from the eatery. The beggar rushed towards me. I left Rs.20 and change in his bowl. I retained the Rs.50 note, for I knew it would soon find a use.

“Use the money for eating and not drinking,” I told the man and walked away.

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As she left her office around 6 p.m., Swathi called Veerabahu – her younger brother – a class 9 student.

“Come to the railway station in exactly one hour. That fellow was chasing me today morning also,” Swathi announced.

“I can do very little to that body-builder if something bad happens,” Swathi’s male sibling commented.

“Let us all hope that it never comes to that. There is a saying in Telugu – a male even if he is of the size of a palm – is protection enough.”

“Okay, I will come,” the boy grudgingly said.

It had been a hectic day at office.

Retired Director General of Police Durgaiyadimai Dheeran Thiruvachagam had addressed a select gathering of systems analysts in TCS. Swathi had been part of the audience. The man’s initials constituted the acronym DDT, an insecticide currently banned in many nations. [3]

“In more ways than one, my initials – DDT have serious similarities with the properties of the insecticide DDT. There are many who call me a ruthless, uncompromising demon who ends criminals’ lives with ruthless and cruel suddenness. I had served in the army and was known as a killing machine. More often than not, I shot the enemy-wallahs dead and never bothered asking questions. But, once I returned to civvy-street as a cop, I changed a few of my tactics. In one of the districts bordering Chennai – where I had been posted as a DIG, a retired colonel and his wife were robbed and killed by masked robbers. The killers had decamped with cash and jewels worth about Rs.60 lakhs. They were parents of one of my pals killed in action Kargil. The doctor who examined the bodies told me that they had died less than an hour ago. These gangs usually have about 10 or 11 chaps. We stopped all vehicles and the odd train leaving the area. In some 45 minutes, my juniors had nabbed the baddies. I asked my men to herd the villains into a nearby forest area sans any locals. The booty was found on them. Someone in the force who knew these types guessed that they all were hardened criminals who could be made to talk. But, recovery of stolen properties from past heists could well nigh be impossible as smart lawyers could delay matters in court. The chaps would eventually get bail, vanish and sooner or later…would commit the same crimes again, he said. I knew that the assessment was correct to the last punctuation mark. I asked the criminals to be lined up and took a hard look at them. Picking up a 303 rifle, I calmly shot all the knee caps of all the chaps and also their elbows – rendering them invalids for life. By then, the criminals were begging for mercy and said they would part with all their booty hidden somewhere in Andhra Pradesh – between the railway terminals of Bitragunta and Kaavali. The criminals were then forced to lie down on their stomachs. One of my boys ran the wheels of a police jeep on their injured limbs. We ensured that the chaps lived and dropped them off outside their village and came away leaving a note in Telugu behind – “Any and all those who wish to sample our welcoming party in Chennai are welcome. This wonderful treatment awaits you!” The number of masked robber gangs’ activities in TN has been vastly reduced. The villains, probably, are still alive but will never squeal to bleeding heart human rights’ defenders. They know my type never takes a chance. None of those gangsters can ever be sure as to what I would end up doing. In their warped mind they may imagine that I would lead a vigilante team of commandos and kill them all. Some of my batch mates actually did something like that in Maharashtra a few years ago. Nevertheless, there are cases of such gangs operating in AP. I admit that the methods I just described are not legal at all. Obviously, they are very, very cruel and inhuman. These days, such robbers have learnt a few more dirty tricks. The operators with different modus operandi come from other states too. Criminals’ heist planning quotient – has improved and larger heists have happened and are eluding the inevitable end. But, instances of masked robbers – hitting families in secluded homes in the edges of Chennai city have drastically come down. Is it only due to what I did? Perhaps not, I would carefully add. But, my tactics, sure as hell, must have contributed to the number of such instances coming down. I am like the DDT – illegal in many ways, but, have my useful sides as well,” DDT had said as his opening gambit. The listeners had giggled.

The balding retired cop advised the IT professionals to strengthen the arms of the central government by getting time allotted by the management to hack codes of secretive offshore banks that helped villains stash ill-gotten money in numbered accounts.

“These bastards stole from this nation … or … every one of you. You should help retrieve this stash and deposit it into the coffers of the Government of India, from where the baddies cannot get it back. The money will help India that is Bharat into becoming Bharat that is India. Emperor Bharat had sowed the seeds of proper, operative democracy and selection process of rulers strictly on the basis of merit some 4,000 years ago. It is well nigh impossible to do something as dramatic as that at this point in time. But, with better funding, the government can attempt doing stuff that will help the larger interests of we the people of this nation,” the former officer had stated during his 2 hour long presentation. During the tea break, Swathi had buttonholed the former officer.

“I am not sure whether the management here will allow such hacking. But, some of my friends could do this outside the office in our spare time, sir,” Swathi had told the man.

“Better be careful child. Your namesake was killed … I suspect … because …she was attempting something of this sort. Her killer Ram Kumar was a fall guy who was easily and shamelessly eliminated by corrupt elements in the police force to which I belonged sometime ago. In my opinion, a chilling message was sent to warn such covert vigilante groups – not to crack such codes and retrieve stolen stashes. But, I would say, continue doing it till the baddies find it too difficult to rob the common citizens of India. God only knows how many Ram Kumars are lurking and with what purpose,” DDT had opined.

“But sir, as you say, if some bad people from the police department are involved, what about our safety? Forget the stashes abroad. I am being tormented by a local stalker and am scared to seek help from the nearby cop house,” Swathi said bitterly.

“I played the role of an avenger while donning the uniform. Now, I can’t pull off such shenanigans. Times have changed. The way things are regressing, one can only pray to God! Who knows, God may still help,” DDT had said finally.

As Swathi got into the train at Maraimalai Nagar, her younger brother – a slender teenager lad set out from home, to accord his sister a modicum of security as she walked home.

To be continued

[1]

The factory and the warehouse were housed in what came to be known as Fort St George – from where the south Indian state of Tamil Nadu is being ruled … or perhaps more correctly … misruled.

On 22 August 1639, the piece of land lying between the river Cooum almost at the point it enters the sea and another river known as the Egmore river was granted by a junior member of the Damarla clan to East India Company after obtaining a permission to cede to the white man had been obtained from then Vijayanagar monarch whose first name was Venkatadri.

On this piece of waste land was founded Fort St. George, a fortified settlement of British merchants, factory workers, and other colonial settlers. Upon this settlement the English expanded their colony to include a number of other European communities, new British settlements, and various native villages, one of which was named Madraspatnam. The British named the entire combined city Madras to mark the occasion.

Located on the Coromandel Coast off the Bay of Bengal, Chennai is one of the biggest cultural, economic and educational centres in South India. According to the 2011 Indian census, it is the sixth-largest city and fourth-most populous urban agglomeration in India. The city and its suburbs that includes most part of Kanchipuram district, constitute the Chennai Metropolitan Area, which is the 36th-largest urban area by population in the world. Chennai is among the most visited Indian cities by foreign tourists. It was ranked 43rd most visited city in the world for year 2015.

The Quality of Living Survey rated Chennai as the safest city in India.

Chennai attracts 45 percent of health tourists visiting India, and 30 to 40 percent of domestic health tourists.

As such, it is termed “India’s health capital”

Chennai has the third-largest expatriate population in India. It stood at over 100,000 in 2016 as per census reports.

Tourism guide publisher Lonely Planet named Chennai as one of the top ten cities in the world to visit in 2015.

The metropolis is ranked as a beta-level city in the Global Cities Index and was ranked the best city in India by India Today in the 2014 annual Indian city survey.

 In 2015 Chennai was named the “hottest” city (worth visiting and worth living in the long term) by the BBC, citing the mixture of both modern and traditional values.

 National Geographic ranked Chennai’s food as second best in the world; it was the only Indian city to feature in the list.[23] Chennai was also named the ninth-best cosmopolitan city in the world by Lonely Planet.

The Chennai Metropolitan Area is one of the largest city economies of India. Chennai is nicknamed “The Detroit of India”, with more than one-third of India’s automobile industry being based in the city. In January 2015, it was ranked third in terms of per capita GDP. Chennai has been selected as one of the 100 Indian cities to be developed as a smart city under PM Narendra Modi’s flagship Smart Cities Mission.

[2]

Sometime in June 1744, a rowdy element from England’s Shropshire called Robert Clive began life as a clerk and rose to become a general. Known to have terrorised those who studied in his home’s vicinity, Clive cemented the authority of what was also then known as ‘John Company’.

Clive ‘oversaw’ the dispensation of the ‘white man’s ‘justice’. The greed of short-sighted, egoist weak Muslim noblemen – Muhammad Ali and Chanda Sahib helped him. The insistence of blue-blooded Frenchman Governor General Joseph-François, Marquis Dupleix to fight according to rules aided the cunning former clerk with enormous chutzpah. Within the next half a decade, the authority of the French had decayed and that of the British flew full mast from Fort St George.

In the mid 1740’s, British Prime Minister William Pitt ‘the elder’ hailed Clive as a ‘heaven-born-general’ without any military training.

Clive returned to Great Britain at the age of 35 with a fortune of at least £300,000 filched from India plus an annual ‘quit-rentof £27,000.

Lord Macaulay praised Clive thus: “Clive gave peace, security, prosperity and such liberty as the case allowed to millions of Indians, who had for centuries been the prey of oppression. [Clive was better than] Napoleon [Bonaparte whose] career of conquest was inspired only by personal ambition. 

[3]

DDT or Dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane is a colourless insipid odourless crystalline insecticide whose early form was created in 1874. Its commercial use was perfected by Swiss chemist Paul Hermann Mueller in 1939. Some 9 plus years later, Mueller got the Nobel for medicine as the poisonous chemical was effective in destroying harmful arthropods which are insects of the arachnid and crustacean variety. These beings constitute roughly 80% of the world’s animal population. Opinion about letting them live peacefully is divided. Known to cause several diseases in two-legged and 4-legged creatures, a section of humanity wishes to exterminate them. A larger group opposes this idea because the poor voiceless things help in pollination and thus spread of vegetation – the world over.

In 1962, marine biologist Rachel Louise Carson – whose interests centred around saving the world through conservation of multiple species authored the book Silent Spring. The book revealed that DDT also caused cancer among humans and was a serious threat to wildlife, particularly birds. The ‘Bald Eagle’ [national bird of the US of A] and Peregrine Falcon were 2 birds that had almost been rendered extinct by hunters and also by DDT. A decade later, United States of America banned use of DDT by accepting the ruling made under the auspices of Stockholm Convention on Persistent Organic Pollutants. Thanks to the ban, the 2 birds in question can be seen flying freely in the American continent. Nevertheless, DDT is still used in some nations as it effectively kills mosquitoes that spread fatal epidemics like malaria.

தமிழக அரசியல்வாதிகளுள் யாருக்கும் வெட்கமில்லை!

ஊருக்கும் வெட்கமில்லை
இந்த உலகுக்கும் வெட்கமில்லை
யாருக்கும் வெட்கமில்லை

மேலே உள்ளவை, 1975ல் வெளிவந்தயாருக்கும் வெட்கமில்லைஎன்ற படத்தில் ஒலித்த பாடலின் பல்லவி.[1] அதில் பிரதான கதாபாத்திரத்தை ஏற்று நடித்தவர் ஜெயலலிதா. கதை, வசனம், டைரக்ஷன்துக்ளக் ஆசிரியர் சோ.

தமிழக முதல்வராக இருந்த ஜெயலலிதா மறைந்து இன்னும் முழுமையாக 3 மாதங்கள் முடியவில்லை, அவர் கட்டிக்காத்த அகில இந்திய அண்ணா திராவிட முன்னேற்றக் கழகம் [அ இ அ தி மு க], கலகத்திலும் குழப்பங்களிலும் சிக்கி, கிட்டத்தட்டக் கழிவுப் பொருளான நிலையை அடைந்து, அதன் பெயர் “லகலகலகலக” வென ரிப்பேராகிவிட்டது.

விரைவில் தமிழகத்தில் ஜனாதிபதி ஆட்சிதான் வரும் என ஒரு அளவுக்கு நம்பும்படியான ஆரூடத்தை ஊடகங்கள் சொல்கின்றன.

கைவசம் 130 சட்ட மன்ற உறுப்பினர்களின் ஆதரவுக் கடிதங்களை வைத்துள்ளதாக ஜெயலலிதாவின் “உடன்பிறவா சகோதரி” சசிகலா சொல்லி வருகிறார்.

சட்ட மன்ற உறுப்பினர்களை ஒரு லாட்ஜில் பிணைக்கைதிகளாக சசிகலா வைத்துள்ளார். அவர்களை விடுவித்து, சுதந்திரமாகச் செயல்பட அனுமதித்த பின்பு சட்டமன்றத்தில் யாரிடம் பெரும்பான்மை இருக்கிறது என நிரூபித்தல் அவசியம். அதை என்னால் செய்ய முடியும்,”, என்ற வாதத்தை முதல்வர் ஓ பி எஸ் முன்வைத்துள்ளார்.

“பிணைக்கைதிகளாக இருப்பதாகச் சொல்லப்படும் எம் எல் ஏக்களின் உண்மை நிலையை உள்ளூர் காவல்துறை உதவியுடன் கண்டுபிடித்து உரிய நடவடிக்கை விடுவிக்காவிடில் மத்திய அரசின் படைகள் களமிறங்கும்,” என ஆளுனர் ராவ் அரசுக்குத் தகவல் தெரிவித்துள்ளதாக செய்திகள் வந்தவண்ணம் உள்ளன. இவை எல்லாம் ஜனாதிபதி ஆட்சி பிரகடனப்பட்டுத்த பா ஜ க செய்யும் சூழ்ச்சி, என சசிகலாவுக்கு ஆதரவாகப் பேசுவோர் சொல்கிறார்கள்.

உண்மை கண்டறியப்பட வேண்டும். தேவை என்றால் ஜனாதிபதி ஆட்சி வரட்டும் என தமிழகம் முழுதும் ஆதரவுக் குரல்களை கேட்க முடிகிறது.

இக்காரணங்களால், இன்று சசிகலா, “சதிகலாஎன ஏசப்படுகிறார். சட்ட மன்ற உறுப்பினர்களை அவர் சிறைபிடித்து வைத்திருப்பதை “கூத்து” எனும் சிலர், அவரைசகதிகலாஎன்றும் பழிக்கிறார்கள்.

“எம் எல் ஏ க்கள் எங்கள் பாதுகாப்பில், சொந்த விருப்பத்தின் பெயரில் தான் உள்ளார்கள்,” என சசிகலாக் குழு வாதிடுகிறது.

அது உண்மை என்றால், அவர்களை அடைத்து வைக்க என்ன தேவை உள்ளது? நிருபர்கள் கூட மஹாபலிபுறம் அருகே உள்ள விடுதிக்குச் செல்வதை ரவுடிகளை வைத்துத் தடுக்க என்ன காரணம் என்ற அடிப்படையான கேள்விகளுக்கு சசிகலா தரப்பினர் விடை அளிக்க மறுக்கின்றனர்.

தன் பங்கிற்கு சசிகலா ஆளுனரை பகிரங்கமாக மிரட்டத் துவங்கி விட்டார். “பொறுமை காப்போம். பின்பு, அதன் எல்லை மீறப்படும்படி ராஜ் பவன் நடந்து கொண்டால், செய்ய வேண்டியதைச் செய்யத் தயங்க மாட்டோம்,” என சசிகலா பேட்டி அளித்துள்ளார்.

சமீப காலம் வரை, சசிகலாவுக்குக் காவடி எடுத்த கல்வி அமைச்சர் பாண்டியராஜன், ஓ பி எஸ் அணியில் சேர்ந்து, சசிகாலாவைப் பழிக்கத் துவங்கி விட்டார்.

இக்காரணங்களால், “துரோகி” என்ற பட்டத்தை சசிகலாவும், காபந்து முதல்வர் எனச் சொல்லப்படும் [அரசியல் சட்டப்படி அப்படி ஒரு பதவி இல்லை] ஓ பி எஸ் ஸும் பரஸ்பரம் பரிமாறிக் கொண்டு வருகிறார்கள்.

அ இ அ தி மு க வின் அவைத் தலைவர் பதவியை – மதுசூதனனிடமிருந்து சசிகலா பறித்து அவரைக் கட்சியை விட்டு நீக்கினார். அதே பதில் மரியதையை  தானும் செய்ததாக மதுசூதனன் அறிவித்தார்.

“எம் எல் ஏக்கள் அதிக அளவில் உள்ள அணியை ஆட்சி அமைக்க அழைக்க வேண்டும் என அரசியல் சட்டம் சொல்கிறதே! ஆகையால், ஆளுனர் ராவ் சசிகலாவை ஆட்சி அமைக்க அழைப்பதில் தாமதம் காட்டுவதை சட்டவிரோதமான செயல்,” என டாக்டர் சுப்பிரமணியன் ஸ்வாமி போன்றோர் சொல்லி வருகிறார்கள்.

பொதுவாக, ஸ்வாமி அ இ அ தி மு க வின் எதிரி எனச் சித்தரிக்கப்படுபவர்.

1992 முதல் ஜெயலலிதாவின் அரசியல் வாழ்வுக்கு சாவு மணி அடிப்பேன் எனக் கங்கணம் கட்டி தமிழகத்தில் அவர் செயல்பட ஆரம்பித்தார். அது பலிக்கவில்லை.

ஸ்வாமி அ இ அ தி மு க ஆதரவுடன் 1998-இல் மதுரைத் தொகுதியிலிருந்து வென்று மக்களவைக்குச் சென்றார் என்பதை பலர் மறந்துள்ளனர்.

ஸ்வாமியின் அரசியல் உறவுகளெல்லாவற்றையுமே அவரது நண்பர் சந்திரஸ்வாமி என்ற கபட சாமியார் தனது ஆதரவாளர்களின் தயவில் ஏற்படுத்தி உள்ளார் என்பதை பலர் மறந்திருக்கலாம். சந்திரஸ்வாமியின் பிரதான சீடர்களுள் ஒருவர் அப்போலோ மருத்துவ மனையின் உரிமையாளர் டாக்டர் பிரதாப் ரெட்டி. ஜெயலலிதா மர்மமான கடைசி மூச்சை அப்போலோவில் விட்டார் எனச் செய்திகள் சொல்கிறன. அப்போலோ மருத்துவ மனையில் ஜெயல்லிதாவைச் சந்திக்க யாரையும் அனுமதிக்காத சசிகலாவுக்கும் மருத்துவமனை தலைவர் பிரதாப் ரெட்டிக்கும் “கொள்கை அடிப்படை உறவு” இருப்பதை எல்லோருமே எளிதில் யூகிக்கலாம். ஜெயலலிதாவின் மறைவில் அப்போலோவின் உரிமையாளர்களுக்குப் பங்குண்டு என நிரூபணமாவதை ஸ்வாமி விரும்ப வாய்ப்பே இல்லை. ஆகையால், பிரதாப் ரெட்டிக்குச் சாதகமா ஸ்வாமி செயலபடுவதில் எந்த வித ஆச்சிர்யமும் இல்லை. அதன் ஒரு பகுதியாக, சசிகலாவுக்கு முதல்வர் பதவி அளித்தே ஆக வேண்டுமென ஸ்வாமி சொல்வதில் அதிர்ச்சி அடைய ஏதுமில்லை. இதற்காக அவர் சசிகலா குழுவிடம் பெட்டி நிறையப் பணம் பெற்றார் என்றெல்லாம் சொல்வது பிதற்றல்.

இன்று தமிழகத்தின் அவல நிலையின் சுருக்கம்:

75 நாட்கள் அப்போலோ மருத்துவ மனையில் சிகிச்சை பெற்றதாகக் கூறப்பட்ட ஜெயலலிதாவை, அவர் கவனித்து வந்த இலாக்காக்களின் செயல்பாட்டை மேற்பார்வை இட நியமிக்கப்பட்ட ஓ பன்னீர்செல்வம் என்ற தற்போதைய முதல்வருக்கு – நோய்வாய்ப் பட்டிருந்த தனது தலைவியை ஒரு முறை கூட சந்திக்க அனுமதி வழங்கப்படவில்லை.

“ஜெயலலிதாவின் விருப்பத்திற்கேற்பத் தான் அவ்வாறு நிகழ்ந்தது,” என்பது சசிகலா தலைமை தாங்குவதாகத் தென்படும் கும்பல் வாதிடுகிறது.

இந்த வாதம் நம்பும்படியாக இல்லை.

செப்டம்பர் 27 2014 அன்று ஜெயலலிதாவுக்கு பெங்களூரின் பார்ப்பன அக்கிரஹாரா என்ற இடத்தில் அமைந்திருந்த விசேஷ நீதிமன்றத்தில், ஜான் மைக்கேல் டா குந்ஹா என்ற நீதிபதி 4 ஆண்டுகள் சிறைத் தண்டனை  வழங்கினார். சிறையில் ஜெயலலிதாவை யாராலும் பார்க்க முடியவில்லை. குறிப்பாக, அவர் தனது தோழி சசிகலாவைக் கூடச் சந்திக்கவில்லை.

அவர் சிறையில் இருந்த காலத்தில், முதல்வர் பதவியை ஓ பி எஸ் வகித்தார். சிறையிலிருந்து ஜெயலலிதா வெளியே வந்த பின்பு, மீண்டும் முதல்மைச்சராகும் வரை ஓ பி எஸ் முதல்வர் பதவியில் தொடர்ந்தார். இது ஜெயலலிதாவின் ஒப்புதலுடன் தான் நடந்தது. அக்காலகட்டத்தில் ஓ பி எஸ் அடிக்கடி ஜெயலலிதாவை போயஸ் தோட்டத்தின் வேதா நிலையம் பங்களாவில் சந்தித்ததாகச் செய்திகள் சொல்கின்றன.

ஜெயலலிதாவின் வசமிருந்த இலாக்காக்களை – அப்போலோ மருத்துவ மனையில் அவர் அனுமதிக்கப்பட்டபோது – ஓ பி எஸ் கவனித்துக் கொள்ளும்படி பணிக்கப்பட்டார். இது ஜெயலலிதாவின் ஒப்புதலுடன் நிகழ்ந்ததாக ஆளுனர் வித்யாசாகர் ராவ் கூறினார். நிதி அமைச்சராக ஓ பி எஸ் தொடர்ந்தார்.

ஜெயலலிதாவைச் சந்திக்க அனுமதிக்கப் படாதவர்கள் பட்டியலுள் ஆளுனர் ராவ், ஓ பி எஸ், மத்திய நிதி அமைச்சர் ஜேட்லி, தமிழக எதிர் கட்சித் தலைவர் ஸ்டாலின், தலைமைச் செயலாளர் ராம் மோஹன் ராவ், என ஏராளமானோரின் பெயர்கள் உள்ளன.

இந்த நிலையில் செப்டம்பர் 22 2016 அன்று மருத்துவமனையில் அனுமதிக்கப்பட்ட ஜெயலலிதாவை அவரது உதவியாளர்கள் ராமலிங்கம், வெங்கட ரமணன் மற்றும் அப்போதைய தலைமைச் செயலாளர் ராம் மோஹன் ராவ் செப்டம்பர் 27 2016 அன்று காவிரி நடுவர் மன்றம் பற்றி அளவளாவியதாக தமிழக அரசுச் செய்திக் குறிப்புக் கூறுகிறது. அக்டோபர் 2 ஆம் தேதி அன்று ஆளுனர் ராவுக்கு அந்த அனுமதி மறுக்கப்பட்டது. ஆனால் அக்டோபர் 22 அன்று ராவ் ஜெயலலிதாவைச் சந்தித்தார் என சசிகலாவுக்கு ஆதரவாக பத்திரிக்கை நிருபர்களிடம் பேசிய டாக்டர்கள் பீலே, பாபு அப்ரஹாம் மற்றும் பாலாஜி ஆகியோர் சில தினங்கள் முன்பு சொன்னார்கள்.

அவர்கள் சொல்லும் சில மணி நேரங்கள் முன்பு வெங்கடரமணனும், ராமலிங்கமும் வேறு இலாக்காக்களுக்கு பதவி மாற்றம் செய்யப்பட்டனர். அவர்கள் இது வரை விசாரிக்கப்படவில்லை!

இந்த நிலையில் ராம சீதா என்ற பெண் மருத்துவர் செப்டம்பர் 22 2016 அன்று கொண்டுவரப்பட்டது ஜெயலலிதாவின் சடலம் தான் என்று வாக்குமூலம் அளித்து வருகிறார்.

சசிகலா போயஸ் தோட்ட வீட்டில் தங்க அனுமதி இருப்பதாக எந்த வித ஆதாரமும் காண்பிக்கப்படவில்லை.

ஓ பி எஸ் தி மு க வின் சொற்படி செயல்படுகிறார் என சசிகலா குற்றம் சாட்டுகிறார். ஆனால் சசிகலாவே தி மு க தலைவர் கலைஞரின் கைப்பாவை என்ற செய்தி ஊடகங்களில் 5 வருடங்களாக வலம் வந்தவண்ணம் உள்ளது.

75 நாட்கள் மருத்துவமனையில் இருந்த ஜெயலலிதா  பற்றி வாய் திறவாத ஓ பி எஸ், திடீரென வீரம் வந்தவர் போலவும், சசிகலாவின் சதியை உணர்ந்தவர் போலவும் சித்தரிக்கப்படுவது நம்பும்படியாக இல்லை.

தான் கட்டாயப்படுத்தி ராஜினாமாக் கடிதத்தில் கையொப்பமிடப் பணிக்கப்பட்டதாக்க் கூறும் ஓ பி எஸ், காவல்துறையில் புகார் கொடுத்து, இ பி கோ 503 இன் கீழ் சசிகலாவை கைது செய்யும்படியே காவல்துறையைப் பணித்திருக்கலாம். இதுவும் நடக்கவில்லை.

ஸ்டாலின் அ இ அ தி மு க சார்பில் முதலமைச்சராக உள்ள ஓ பி எஸ் ஸுக்கு உதவும் ரீதியில் செயல்படுவது பல சந்தேகங்களைக் கிளப்புகிறது.

பா ஜ க இந்த குழம்பிய குட்டையில் மீன் பிடிக்கப்பார்க்கிறது எனச் சொல்வோர், தமிழனின் தன்மானம் பாதிக்கப்படுகிறது, ஆரிய மாயை என்றெல்லாம் பேசுகிறார்கள்.

பா ஜ க இதில் பிற கட்சிகளைப் போல அரசியல் ஆதாயம் தேடுகிறது.

ஜனாதிபதி ஆட்சி என்றால் அதன் பொருள் பா ஜ க ஆட்சி தான். அதுவே நிகழ்ந்தால், வெட்கங்கெட்ட அரசியல்வாதிகள் பட்டியலில் எல்லா தமிழக அரசியல்வாதிகள் இடம்பெற்ற உணர்வு ஏற்படும்.

இறந்த ஜெயலலிதா இனி திரும்பி வரப்போவதில்லை. மேல் உலகில் கீழ்க்காணும் பாடலை அவர் முணுமுணுக்கிறாரோ என்னவோ!

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ஓவியம் என்றால் என்னவென்று தெரிந்தவர் இல்லையடா

குருடர்கள் உலகில் கண்கள் இருந்தால் அதுதான் தொல்லையடா

அத்தன பழமும் சொத்தைகள் தானே ஆண்டவன் படைப்பினிலே

அத்திப் பழத்தை குற்றம் கூற யாருக்கும் வெட்கமில்லை

மூடர்கள் ஏற்றிய குற்றத்தை மறந்து முதுகை பாருங்கள்

முதுகினில் ஆயிரம் அழுக்கு அதனை கழுவுங்கள்

சுட்டும் விரலால் எதிரியை காட்டி குற்றம் கூறுகையில்

மற்றும் மூன்று விரல்கள் உங்கள் மார்ப்பினை காட்டுதடா

எங்கேயாவது மனிதன் ஒருவன் இருந்தால் சொல்லுங்கள்

இருக்கும் அவனும் புனிதன் என்றால் என்னிடம் காட்டுங்கள்

அப்பன் தவறு பிள்ளைக்கு தெரிந்தால் அவனுக்கு வெட்கமில்லை

அத்தனை பேரையும் படைத்தானே அந்த சிவனுக்கும் வெட்கமில்லை

இப்போது இந்த உலகம் முழுவதும் எவனுக்கும் வெட்கமில்லை

எல்லார் கதையும் ஒன்றாய் முடிக்கும் எமனுக்கும் வெட்கமில்லை

ஜல்லிக்கட்டுப் போராட்டம் சசிகலாவின் சதிவலை வேலையா? – 1

ஜல்லிக்கட்டுப் போராட்டத்தின் பின்னணியிலுள்ள சில முக்கியமான கேள்விகளின் விடை தெரிந்தால், பல வண்டவாளங்கள் தண்டவாளம் ஏறும்!

கேள்விகள்:

1. உச்ச நீதி மன்றம் 3 வருடங்கள் முன்பே தடை விதித்தும், திடீரென இப்போது அது நடத்தப்பட இந்த அளவுக்குப் பெரிய போராட்டம் நடத்தப்படுவதன் பின்னணி என்ன?

2. ஜல்லிக்கட்டு சம்பந்தமான உண்மைகளை ஏன் எந்த வழக்கறிஞரும் உச்ச நீதிமன்றம் முன்பு கொண்டு செல்லவில்லை?

#1 திடீரென இப்போது  இந்த அளவுக்குப் பெரிய போராட்டம் நடத்தப்படுவதன் பின்னணி என்ன?

விரிவான விடை:

திடீரென சென்னையின் கடற்கரையில் இத்தனைப் பெரிய கூட்டம் சேர வேண்டும் என்றால், பல பகுதிகளிலிருந்து மக்கள் வருதல் அவசியம்.

மெரினா கடற்கரையின் ஒரு மூலையில்தான் தமிழக காவல்துறையின் தலைமை அலுவலகம் இருக்கிறது.

ஆக, காவல் துறை அறியாமல் இந்தக் கூட்டம் வந்திருக்க வாய்ப்பில்லை. காவல் துறை அறிந்தே இந்தக் கூட்டம் சேர்ந்தது என்றால், அக்கூட்டம் அங்கு குமிய காவல்துறையின் மறைமுக ஆசி உள்ளது என்றே பொருள்.

காவல்துறை தற்போது முதல்வர் ஓ பன்னீர்செல்வத்திடம் உள்ளது.

ஓ பி எஸ் சசிகலா சொற்படி கேட்டு நடக்கிறார்.

கூட்டம் கூடுவதால் சசிகலா மற்றும் ஓ பி எஸ் ஆகியோருக்கு அரசியல் ஆதாயம் உண்டு. இல்லாவிட்டால், அது சேர அனுமதிக்கப்பட்டிருக்காது.

இப்படி ஒரு கூட்டம் சேர்ந்து விடாப்பிடியாக ஜல்லிக்கட்டு உத்திரவு பிறப்பித்தே ஆக வேண்டுமென்ற நெருக்கடியை மத்திய அரசுக்கு தமிழக அரசு விதித்துள்ளது.

இதனால், சசிகலா எந்த வித உயிலும் இல்லாமல் ஜெயலலிதாவின் போயஸ் தோட்டத்து பங்களாவில் தங்கி, கட்சியைக் கைபற்றும் முயற்சி மக்களுக்கு மறக்கடிக்கப்பட்டுள்ளது.

ஜல்லிக்கட்டு விஷயத்தில் மிகவும் அதிகப்பணம் வாங்கும், அல்லது மத்திய அரசால் தடை செய்யப்ப  தன்னார்வுக் குழுக்களின் வழக்கறிஞர்கள் ஆஜராகி இருக்கிறார்கள். இவர்கள் ஜல்லிக்கட்டுக்கு எதிர்ப்புத் தெரிவிப்பவர்கள் தான்.  எந்த வரும்படியும் இல்லாமல் இவர்களுக்கு மிருகங்கள் மீது இந்த அளவுக்கு கரிசனம் வரக் காரணம் என்ன?

அதெப்படி டூப்பு எனக் கேட்போர் முன்னாள் ஓய்வு பெற்ற நீதிபதி மார்கண்டேய காட்ஜு சொன்னதைப் படிக்கலாம்.

ஸப் ஜூடீஸி [sub judice] என்பது ஒரு வழக்கை ஜூரர்கள் [மக்கள் மத்தியிலிருந்து தேர்ந்தெடுக்கப்பட்ட சிலர் அமர்வு நீதிமன்றத்தில் வழக்கு விசாரிக்கப்படும்போது நீதிபதிக்கு உதவி, மக்கள் சார்பான தார்ப்பை வழங்குபவர்கள்] விசாரணையில் கலந்துகொள்ளும்போது அவர்களது மனதை விசாரிக்கப்படும் வழக்குபற்றிய கருத்தில் பாதிக்கும் செய்திகள் வெளியிடாதிருத்தலுக்கான சட்ட நடை முறை. அந்த பழக்கம் இந்தியாவில் இல்லவே இல்லை. மேலு உச்ச நீதிமன்ற நீதிபதிகள் பத்திரிக்கைச் செய்திகளால் பாதிப்படையக்கூடியவர்கள் அல்ல. ஆக யாரெல்லாம் ஸப் ஜுடீஸீ என்ற சொற்றொடொரைப் பயன்படுத்துகிறார்களோ, அவர்கள் எல்லோரும் பொய் பேசும் கடைந்தெடுத்த அயோக்கியர்கள்.

ஜல்லிக்கட்டு உடனே வேண்டுமென மத்திய அரசுக்கு நெருக்கடி அளிப்பதால், சசிகலாவின் அரசியல் செல்வாக்கு பற்றி மத்திய அரசு சற்றெ மிரண்டு உள்ளது. 

சசிகலாவின் அரசியல் ஜாலவித்தைகளை மத்திய அரசு ஆராய்கிறது என்ற ரிப்போர்ட் இதே கட்டுரையாளரால் தீட்டப்பட்டவுடன், அது நேரம்வரை அடுத்த முதல்வர் சசிகலாதான் எனப் பல்லாண்டு பாடியவர்களின் வாய் அடைபட்டது.

மத்திய அரசு ஜெயலலிதா உயில் விஷயத்தில் ஆராய்ச்சி நடத்தினால், சிறை செல்லும் அபாயம் கூட சசிகலாவுக்கு இருந்தது, ஏன் இன்னமும் இருக்கிறது!

ஜல்லிக்கட்டு என்ற ஜுஜூபி விஷயத்தையே மத்திய அரசால் சமாளிக்க முடியாத போது, பாரதிய ஜனதாக் கட்சியின் தமிழகக் கிளை கிள்ளுக்கீரை ஆகியது. அப்படிச் செய்யக் கூடிய ஒரே நபர் நடராஜன்!

சசிகலா தி மு க தலைவர் கருணாநிதியின் கைப்பாவை என மேற்படி கட்டுரையில் 4 வருடங்களாக வெளிவந்த தகவல்கள் உள்ளடங்கி உள்ளன.

தற்போது கருணாநிதியால் ஆட்சிக்கு வர முடியாது, பதவி ஏற்க அவரது உடல் நிலை அனுமதிக்காது.

ஸ்டாலினுக்கு சசிகலா சூட்சுமம் எந்த அளவுக்குத் தெரியும் என்பதில் தெளிவில்லை.

ஆனால், இந்த விஷயம் மொத்தமும் ஸ்டாலினுக்குத் தெரிந்திருக்காது என நினைக்க இடமே இல்லை.

ஆக, சசிகலா தி மு க பக்கம் போக முடியாது.

ஆக, தி மு க வின் கைப்பாவையாக இருந்த சசிகலா, தனக்கு வரக்கூடிய முதல்வர் பதவியைத் தக்க வைத்துக்கொள்ள, ஜல்லிக்கட்டுப் போராட்டம் வாயிலாக, மத்திய அரசை ஒரு புறம் மிரட்டி, தனது கட்டைவிரலின் கீழ் இயங்கும் அ இ அ தி மு க சட்ட மன்ற உறுப்பினர்கள் பெரிய கோரிக்கைகளை வைக்காமல் இருக்கச் செய்த “சித்து வேலை” தான் ஜல்லிக்கட்டுப் போராட்டம் என நினைக்க நிறையவே நியாயம் உள்ளது!

இதைச் செய்வதால், மத்திய அரசு மிரண்டு, சசிகலா சொற்படி பா ஜ க வின் தமிழகக் கிளை இயங்குமா? மத்தியில் அரசியல் விஷயத்தில் மிகவும் பலமான நிலையில் உள்ள பாரதப் பிரதமர் மோடி, இது போன்ற மகுடி வாசிப்புக்கெல்லாம் மயங்கும் நாதியற்ற நாகமல்ல என்பதை அனைவரும் அறிவார்கள்.

ஜெயலலிதாவின் இறுதிச் சடங்கு நடந்த போது, மோடி வந்து சென்ற பிறகு, அடக்க நேரத்தில் ராஹுல் காந்தி மலர் வளையம் வைக்கும் அதே நேரத்தில் நடராஜனும் இறுதி மரியாதை செலுத்தியதைப் பலர் மறந்து இருக்கலாம்.

அதன் சூட்சுமம் என்ன? தி மு க வின் கதவுகள் சாத்தப்பட்ட பின்பு, பா ஜ க விடம் பேரம் படியாவிட்டால், அ இ அ தி மு க ஆட்சியை ஒட்டுமொத்தமாக காங்கிரஸ்  ஆதரவுடன் காப்பாற்றத் திட்டமிடப்பட்டுள்ளதா?

காங்கிரஸ் தமிழகத்தில் காணாங்கிரஸ் ஆகி பல தசாப்தங்கள் ஆகி விட்டன.

பா ஜ க வுக்கு தமிழகத்தில் பலமில்லை.

தி மு க வின் கதவுகள் மூடப்பட்டுள்ளன.

ஆக, நித்திய கண்டம் பூர்ண ஆயுசு என்ற கணக்கில் அ இ அ தி மு க ஆட்சியைத் தொடர நடராஜன் வகுத்துள்ள வியூகம் தான் ஜல்லிக்கட்டுப் போராட்டத்திற்கான மறைமுக ஆதரவா?

#2 ஜல்லிக்கட்டு சம்பந்தமான உண்மைகளை ஏன் எந்த வழக்கறிஞரும் உச்ச நீதிமன்றம் முன்பு கொண்டு செல்லவில்லை?

ஜல்லிக்கட்டு விளையாட்டால் மிருகங்களுக்கு எந்த ஆபத்தும் இல்லை என்ற உண்மை உச்ச நீதி மன்றம் முன்பு வைக்கப்படவே இல்லை.

முன்பு காளைகள் உழவர்கள் குடும்பத்தில் ஒரு அங்கமாக இருந்தன.

காளைகள் உழவர்களின் நண்பர்களாகக் காணப்பட்டு, அவற்றைத் தழுவி விளையாடும் சடங்கின் பெயர் தான் ஜல்லிக்கட்டு.

இன்று அந்த இடத்தை ட்ராக்டர்கள் பிடித்ததால், பசுமாடுகள் அடிமாடுகளாகத் துவங்கி பல வருடங்கள் ஆகிவிட்டன.

பசுவின் சாணம் உலகிலேயே சிறந்த உரம். பசு மாடுகள் இருந்தால், அந்த உரத்தின் மதிப்பு என்றேனும் மக்களது கவனத்திற்கு வந்து கொள்ளை லாபம் அடிக்கும் ரசாயன உரத் தயாரிப்புக் கம்பெனிகளின் பிழைப்பில் என்றேனும் மண் விழ வாய்ப்புண்டு. அந்த உரத்தால் உடல் உபாதை அபாயங்கள் கிடையாது. ஆனால் ரசாயன உரத்தால் பூமி தரிசாகிறது. இந்த உண்மை தெரியாத விவசாயிகள் ரசாயன உரங்களை அதிகமாகப் பயன்படுத்துகிறார்கள். இந்த ஒரு சாதாரண உண்மை வெளிபட்டு, ரசாயன உரத் தயாரிப்புக் கம்பெனிகளுக்கு லட்சக்கணக்கான கோடி ரூபாய் அளவில் கிடைக்கும் அடாவடி லாபம் வருங்காலத்தில் மறையும் வாய்ப்புண்டு. உலகின் பல பகுதுகளில் “பசுமை” “இயற்கை உரம்” என்ற கோஷங்கள் எழும்பி உள்ளன. அது தமிழகத்தில் தழைத்தோங்க பயன்படக்கூடியவை பசு மாடுகள், காலைகள். இதை இல்லாமல் செய்து விட்டால், ரசாயன உரத் தயாரிப்புக் கம்பெனிகளின் அதைத் தடுக்க, உள்ளூர் பசு மாடுகல் தமிழகத்தில் சுத்தமாக இல்லாமல் செய்ய முற்படுவார்கள் என எண்ணத் தோன்றுகிறது. அதைத் தடுக்க ஒரே வழி, காளைகள் இல்லாமல் செய்வது. ஜல்லிக்கட்டு இருந்தால், காளைகள் இருந்தே தீரும். ஜல்லிக்கட்டை ஒழித்தால், அனைத்து மாடுகளையும் இறைச்சிக்காக விற்று விடுவார்கள்.

மேலும் பசுவின் கழிவான கோமியம் உலகில் தலைசிறந்த பூச்சிக்கொல்லி. தற்போது விற்கப்படும் ரசாயன மருந்துகளால் பல உடல் உபாதைகள் உருவாகின்றன.

இதனால் மருந்துக் கம்பெனிகளுக்கும் லாபம்.

பாலுக்காக, வெளி நாட்டுப் பசுக்கள் வரவழைக்கப்படும்.

அவை கொழுப்பான பால் கறக்க இறந்த மீன், பன்னி, ஆடு, கோழி, பசு, காளை ஆகியவற்றின் எலும்புத் தூள், மட்டுத்தீவனமாகப்பட்டு விற்கப்படுகின்றன.

பசுவைத் தின்பது ஹிந்துக்களைப் பொறுத்தவரைப் பாபம்.

பன்றியை உண்பது இஸ்லாமியர்களுக்கு தடை செய்யப்பட்ட விஷயம்.

இந்த ரசாபாசமான விஷயத்தை மறைக்க “சைவம், அசைவம்” என்ற சற்சையைக் கிளப்பி மேலும் குழப்பங்களை உருவாக்க, சில அடிப்படைவாதம் புரியும் ஹிந்து-இஸ்லாமிய மதவாதக் கட்சிகள் தூண்டிவிடப்படும்.

உள்ளூர் பசுக்கள் இல்லாமல், அசைவப்பசுக்களின் பால் மட்டுமே கிடைக்க அது வழி வகுக்கும். அதன் சாணத்திற்கும் கோமியத்திற்கும் உள்ளூர் பசுக்கழிவிலுள்ள அளவுக்கு “உரத்தன்மையும், கிருமி ஒழிப்புத் திறனும்” இருக்காது என ஒரு கருத்து நிலவுகிறது.

மிஞ்சப்போவது குழப்பமும், உர, பூச்சிக்கொல்லி மருந்து தயாரிக்கும் நிறுவனங்களின் லாபமும், ஆங்கில மருந்துக் கம்பெனிகளின் அடாவடி வியாபாரக் குயுக்திகலும் மட்டுமே.

இந்த உண்மைகளை மறைக்கும் பொருட்டு எத்தனை வழக்கறிஞர்களுக்கு யார் யார் எப்போதெல்லாம், எப்படி எல்லாம் பணம் கொடுத்தனர் என்ற கேள்வியும் எழுகிறது. இதற்கு விடை கிடைப்பது கஷ்டம். கிடைத்தாலும், “அது தொழில் சம்பந்தமான விஷயம்” எனப் பூசி மொழுகி விடுவார்கள்.

போதாக்குறைக்கு ஒரு சிலரை ஏவிவிட்டு, பொய் வீடியோக்களைத் தயாரித்து ஜல்லிக்கட்டு பற்றிய மிருகக் கொடுமைக் கட்டுக்கதைகளைப் புனைய முயற்சிகள் நடக்கலாம். அவற்றையும் முறியடிப்பது கஷ்டமான விஷயம்தான்.

இதன் காரணமாகத் தான் உண்மைகள் உச்ச நீதிமன்றத்திடமிருந்து மறைக்கப்பட்டன என்று நம்ப நிறையவே இடமிருக்கிறது.

இது ஆரம்பம் தான். இன்னும் நிறைய நாறும் உண்மைகள் உள்ளன. அவை நாளை!

India doesn’t care about Davos?

Despite keen global interest in the after effects of India’s massive demonetisation, Bharat is under-represented at the world’s top decision makers’ talk-fest at Davos, Switzerland where the annual World Economic Forum [WEF] is underway. A virtual “B” grade team has been sent officially.

A tongue-in-cheek look at the phenomenon:

By Lazy Fly*

I was surprised upon spotting India’s greatest political fixer Maha Guru at the poolside of the 5-star Crowne Plaza Chennai Adyar Park the other day.

“I thought you would be at Davos, doing deals while skiing in the Alps,” I said, noticing the man was without any cocktail drink – his usual trademark.

“Why would I go to Davos, when I can make the deals from here at a very minor fraction of the price?” The query was asked in a sort of squeaky voice – something different from his regular, baritone.

The ‘fixer’ has a spitting image of the late Prime Minister Indira Gandhi’s flunkey, Makhan Lal Fotedar.

The political lobbyist is known as MG which is an acronym of Maha Guru and/or Minimum Guarantee. “The importance of the name changes its forms depending on the time, occasion, location and operation,” the man loves to tell those foolish enough to listen. Often, found citing own aphorisms terming them as the Holy Minds’ Voices, he also referred to with the sobriquet –HMV.

His predictions are of the Nostradamus variety. They are puzzling and can be indicated as prophesies of any eventuality. Thanks to his somewhat archaic language, he also is derisively called Long Playing Old Record [LPOR], cassette tape [CT] video-cassette-disc [VCD]. His actions have earned him other epithets. Some of them are political predicament predictor [PPP], fixer-of the deadly instigation [FDI] and first-class rascally abomination [FCRA].

“You have a sore throat or something? You sound different,” I said.

“I am only imitating that wonderful poison lady Sasikala, who has managed to do everything to destroy this state – well almost. But, I am not overdoing it, wiping tears every 17 seconds as she did during her inaugural speech,” FCRA said in his regular voice.

“I thought your friends can finance any venture. Besides, entry is free at Davos, I hear,” I remarked.

“Yes, it is free to members who pay the annual WEF membership fee of US$ 585,000 [approximately INR 4 crores]! Entry is free in this hotel too. But try ordering a cup of coffee and you will know the truth! But, that is nothing when compared to the costs at Davos. Besides, my friends have better uses for a tidy sum like Rs.4 crores,” LPOR observed.

“VVIP Attendees include United Kingdom’s ‘liberal conservative’ Prime Minister Theresa May, China’s political boss Xi Jinping and US hedge fund headman, Anthony Scaramucci. The last mentioned person is the chief financial advisor to Donald Trump, scheduled to be sworn in on January 20 2017. Surely, India can swing a few deals at Davos,” I said.

“The ladies and gentlemen at Davos are far cleverer than the jokers we usually send from here like that racketeer lawyer Chidambaram. Persons investing in the British Pound didn’t expect Theresa to move mountains or soften the Brexit blow. Hence they moved their investment out of that piece of hard currency causing a minor slump in its sterling value, according to implications in a BBC report,” came the retort.

I tried another tack.

“China’s Xi is expected to make conciliatory noises towards Trump taking a cue from the idea propounded by WEF founder Klaus Martin Schwab. The important advice to world leaders: from Schwab: “Overcome the present mood of divisiveness and negativism.” Xi indicated he has a smooth communication channel with Trump and team. The Chinese president has expressed willingness to meet members of the US president-elect’s team whilst in Davos,” I pointed out.

Trump hates China, revealed a report filed by Guardian’s correspondent Ben Jacobs a year ago. But, Trump actually can do nothing much against China because he owes the dragon nation a lot of money. The credible New York Times has exposed that most of Trump’s bravado speeches are hot air as did the CNN. Trump loves the media the way a snake would love a mongoose. Now do not get long in the tooth and ask me who is the snake and who the mongoose is,” CT argued and began laughing.

I did not think of that crack as much of a joke.

“Let us get serious, MG. The primary concerns at Davos would be Weapons of Mass Destruction [WMD], Brexit, collapse of Euro as a currency, further break-up of the European Union [EU] – to mention just a few. After the monumental demonetisation and the absence of any worthwhile protest against it in India, it would surely attract a lot of attention,” I intervened.

“You are wet behind your ears. Notwithstanding the brouhaha over the 2 month old demonetization drama, India is very low in the list of priorities at Davos. The official delegation, one can safely say, is a ‘low level’ category. The attendees are Union Ministers Nitin Gadkari and Nirmala Sitharaman, Niti Aayog’s Arvind Panagariya, DIPP Secretary Ramesh Abhishek and Andhra Chief Minister Chandrababu Naidu. Have you ever seen Gadkari making any intelligent financial statement? The only reason he is still surviving in politics is because at the instance of the RSS, auditor-journalist Gurumurthy gave him a clean chit a few years ago,” VCD spat his words.

“You are obviously referring to the NDTV report which obliquely made fun of both Gadkari and Gurumurthy. But since then, NDTV has been relentlessly assailed by Gurumurthy and those close to him,” I said.

“You journos are jokers. Former Union Minister Arun Shourie had termed business tycoon Dhirubhai Ambani a thief and a smuggler in the 80’s. Let me quote facts here. Rediff.com put out a story exposing Shourie. The operative sentences read thus: Shourie claimed he first learnt about Dhirubhai through the articles of his former colleague S Gurumurthy, Chennai-based chartered accountant and convenor of the Swadeshi Jagran Manch. The SJM, an organisation espousing the cause of economic nationalism, is affiliated to the Rashtriya Swyamsevak Sangh, the ideological parent of the ruling Bharatiya Janata Party. Shourie claimed the point of most of the articles written by Gurumurthy during 1986 and 1987 — many of which he had co-authored – “was that Reliance had done something in excess of what it had been permitted to do: that it had set up capacities in excess of what had been licensed, that it was producing in excess of those capacities. [1] Today, Arun Shourie, the senior journalist, who once enjoyed trappings of power as a junior minister in the earlier incarnation of the NDA under Vajpayee, slams Modi as a dictator. The same Shourie went out of his way to support Modi and his reported ‘Presidential form of government’ during the 2014 parliamentary elections. The politicians are shameless, all of us know. But, are journalists really justified in blaming politicians when they themselves are eating their own words? Having worked for World Bank in the past, Shourie is an economist. Gurumurthy is yet to attack the likes of Ambani, but, praises the BJP, which does business with Ambanis in an unhindered fashion.” The fixer’s speech was punctuated by guffaws.

This was a clear digression. I dragged it back to Davos.

“Here were talking of Davos and you shoved Dhirubhai into it,” I snapped.

“OK. From India’s immediate neighbourhood, apart from China, other attendees are Pakistan President Nawaz Sharif, Bangladesh PM Sheikh Hasina and Sri Lankan Prime Minister Ranil Wickremesinghe. Former Pakistani Army Chief Raheel Sharif is another attendee. His costs are being met by Saudi Arabia. Raheel heads an international force to tackle ‘Islamic terrorism’ funded by the House of Saud and 36 other Islamic nations most of which clandestinely support ISIS! Double standards are a global phenomenon, boyo!” The Guru’s tone was highly derisive.

“But Davos is important, isn’t it?”

“Depends on which side you are on. There is the financial buccaneer billionaire George Soros. Following Donald Trump’s election, billionaire investors George Soros lost close to a billion dollars. Soros had supported then-Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton during the campaign. At that time, he had said the methods of ISIS and Trump were different, but the effect – one to threaten the world into submission – was the same. Trump-friendly hedge fund owners earned a windfall on their stock portfolios. Billionaire Carl Icahn made upwards of $700 million on November 9, while John Paulson reaped over $463 million on the same day, said the Fortune. But, the so-called smart man who had caused a run on the British Pound in the early 90’s, clocked a massive loss. The billionaire investor wrote an opinion piece, saying that “open societies are in crisis” Allow me to quote him verbatim: “Open societies are in crisis, and various forms of closed societies,” he wrote for Project-Syndicate, “from fascist dictatorships to ‘mafia’ states—are on the rise.” “Because elected leaders failed to meet voters’ legitimate expectations and aspirations, electorates have become disenchanted with the prevailing versions of democracy and capitalism. I find the current moment in history very painful” because is a “would-be dictator” and a “con artist”. It is a clear case griping due to the legendary sour-grapes-trait. Shourie didn’t get to be FM, so he is angry. Soros is in sorrow because his protégé Hillary didn’t get to be President. In his interview, Shourie cited the late journalist Cho Ramaswamy’s views on VP Singh, one of Shourie’s heroes of the 80’s. The exact quotes from Shourie: I supported V.P. Singh despite the warnings of Chandrasekhar, who told Cho Ramaswamy that ‘you tell your friend that he is supporting Singh but he’s a very dangerous man, he believes in nothing’. But at that time, we had so many cases against us in the Express so I told Cho there is a proverb that when your house is on fire you cannot wait for Ganges water. Cho said to me, are you sure it’s not petrol? I would rather like to believe that he is somewhat jealous of the attention Cho got while being alive and also posthumously. Talking of petrol, one remembers that the Islamic brand of terrorism is all about petrodollars,” the deal-maker spoke in a bitter voice.

“Are you saying Davos is mere a talking rendezvous in salubrious Swiss surroundings, in a town that has a little more than 11,000 registered residents and nothing more?”

At that precise moment the waiter arrived with a strange looking cup with a liquid that seemed to have floating white pebbles.

“Stop looking like someone who just saw the abominable snowman called Yeti, Lazy. This is Yulmu, a kind of Korean tea, which is good for health in every way. Yulmu has high protein content, is healthier alternative to a cup of coffee in the morning and what you see floating like pea-sized wooden beads are exactly that – made of a plant called Job’s tears, whose output accords intoxication – more than the stimulant value of tea or coffee. Its genetic names are Coix lacryma-jobi and lacryma-jobi. Coix lacryma-jobi and its variant ma-yuen are harvested as a cereal crops. The output has a soft shell, and is used medicinally in parts of Asia. The material has shells that were used to make rosary beads for use in monasteries in southern Europe. In Korea, the grain comes along with powdered walnuts and almonds. When I heard that this hotel had added it to its menu I specially came here. I have to learn a thing or two about Korea – especially in the light of one of the top industrial houses of South Korea is in the dock in Seoul. That company has a major manufacturing plant in the outskirts of here.”

I somehow felt that the Guru was being evasive about something.

At that moment two men accosted the fixer. The persons were in complete contrast of each other. One wore a single cotton dhoti, a cotton shirt that seemed as though it needed ironing. He also did not wear slippers. The other gentleman was nattily dressed in an outlandish 3-piece suit.

“Friends of yours?” I asked.

“Let me introduce them. The man in the suit is a representative of the family of Goyals who once part-owned this hotel alongside ITC before conflicts of interests resulted in a change in management. The other poorly dressed man is Vaikundarajan, who owns a huge mining empire and a television channel. In the past, the Goyals had a problem or two with the Enforcement Directorate and the Union Finance Ministry about their mineral exports. Vaikundarajan is being accused of stealing India’s rare earths from Tuticorin district worth over Rs.1 lakh crores. This deal is worth several billions of dollars. And that is happening right here and not in an expensive place like Davos. The after effects of this deal can affect the global economy in more ways than one. I am helping them exchange notes. When I say notes, I do not mean the Rs.2000 type, mind you. You will not be part of this meeting, so better run away,” the Guru said.

As I began walking away I saw a flat nosed lady with mongoloid features join the motley crowd of three and wondered whether she was from a South Korean industrial house as hinted by the Guru.

[1]

Operative excerpt from the Rediff.com story:

1986 was a crucial year for Dhirubhai. He suffered a stroke in February that year. A few months later, the Express began publishing a series of articles by Shourie and Gurumurthy, which meticulously detailed a host of ways in which the Indira Gandhi government had gone out of its way to assist the Ambanis.

One article was on the subject of how the Reliance group imported “spare parts”, “components” and “balancing equipment” of textile manufacturing machinery to nearly double its production capacities. The article provocatively claimed the Ambanis had “smuggled” in a plant.

Another story detailed how companies registered in the tax haven, Isle of Man, with ridiculous names like Crocodile Investments, Iota Investments and Fiasco Investments had purchased Reliance shares at one-fifth their market prices.

Curiously, most of these firms were controlled by a clutch of Non-Resident Indians who had the same surname, Shah.

Though the then Finance Minister Pranab Mukherjee had to change a reply he gave in Parliament on the investments made by these firms, an inquiry conducted by the Reserve Bank of India could not find any evidence of wrongdoing.

Yet another article detailed how the group had been the beneficiary of a “loan mela” — a number of banks had loaned funds to more than 50 firms that had all purchased debentures issued by Reliance Industries.

Vishwanath Pratap Singh was one of the few politicians who took on the Ambanis. In May 1985, as finance minister in Rajiv Gandhi’s government, he suddenly shifted imports of PTA from the OGL (Open General Licence) category. At that juncture, Reliance needed to import this product to manufacture polyester filament yarn.

It was found that the group had “persuaded” a number of banks to open letters of credit that would allow it import almost one full year’s requirement of purified terephthalic acid (PTA) on the eve of the issuance of the government notification changing the category under which PTA could be imported.

It was hardly a coincidence that soon after V P Singh fell out with Rajiv Gandhi, various tax agencies of the Indian government raided the premises of the Express group.

Things got even more difficult for the Ambanis after Singh became Prime Minister in December 1989.

In 1990, government-owned financial institutions like the Life Insurance Corporation and the General Insurance Corporation stonewalled attempts by the Reliance group to acquire managerial control over Larsen & Toubro, one of India’s largest construction and engineering companies.

Sensing defeat, the Ambanis resigned from the board of the company after incurring large losses. Dhirubhai, who had become L&T chairman in April 1989, had to quit his post to make way for D N Ghosh, former chairman of the State Bank of India.

The mid-eighties were also a period during which the Reliance group got locked in a bitter turf battle with Bombay Dyeing headed by Nusli Wadia.

The two corporate groups were producing competing products — Reliance was manufacturing PTA and Bombay Dyeing, di-methyl terephthalate (DMT).

Wadia lost the battle and reportedly became the source of information for many of the Express articles against the Ambanis written by Shourie and Gurumurthy.

In 1985, the Mumbai police had accused a general manager in a Reliance group company of conspiring to kill Wadia, a charge that was never established in a court of law.

Eight years later, a newspaper owned by the Ambanis would accuse Wadia of illegally holding two passports and played up the fact that he was Mohammed Ali Jinnah’s grandson.

By this time, Shourie had built his bridges with the Ambanis and the newspaper concerned, the Observer of Business and Politics, would carry a regular column written by Shourie for which he was suitably remunerated.

In May 2002, as Union minister for divestment in the Vajpayee government, Shourie presided over the sale of 26 per cent of the equity capital of the former public sector company, Indian Petrochemicals Corporation Limited (IPCL), to the Reliance group in May, the same year.

  • The non de plume Lazy Fly is an unabashed copy of the by-line of the humour columns once penned by the inimitable Behram Contractor, who called himself Busybee. Being no patch on the master in humour or contents’ crispness, I refer to myself as a Lazy Fly.