Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Revolution- What india needs today!!!


REVOLUTION- WHAT INDIA NEEDS TODAY

For YOU and ME - 15 April 2009

A recent discussion/debate at a seminar organised by a youth organization, set off a train of thought which was sent into overdrive while watching one of my favourite movies- V for Vendetta.

“People should not fear their governments; it is the government who should fear them.”

For some a cocky statement at best...for a few a seed of thought that will one day I hope spring out into a mighty tree that yields the fruit of wisdom and emancipation for our country.

The discussion I mentioned above was a common one- “Can India be a superpower by 2020?”

The answers and opinions vary. While some are sure It is the dawn of the Indian era, and they aggressively shout the same. Their loud voices trying to blank out the doubts and questions raised by the sceptics. Others however choose to be more “realistic” and are sure this is not to be and they support their views by pointing out the dire state of affairs: poverty, illiteracy, corruption, disease and under development. Some think we will achieve the goals we’ve set out in the coming 11 years, while some think it to be an impossible task. There are also some optimistic kinds who believe that since the current superpowers like USA, UK, etc are on their way down- self destruction mode through their wars, nuclear arsenals, corporations and economic meltdowns, India and China WILL emerge as tomorrows superpowers by mere passivity alone.

To me however this discussion planted a more important and relevant question “Does India DESERVE to be a superpower by 2020?” This question is trickier than it seems on first sight. Do a billion “passive followers” deserve to be the Leaders in tomorrow’s world-stage? If you’re offended by my reference to you as a “passive follower”; GOOD it is handful like you that I write this piece for. Ask yourself “There is something terribly wrong with this country, is it not”? If you’re NOT one of the over-verbose, over-patriotic, over-zealous and over-the-top kinds i mentioned before then you’re not screaming and cursing at the life-less computer, rather you are actually thinking about the question I asked. You know who you are.

A phrase that is generously sprinkled like seasoning in such topics of discussion about India is “World’s largest democracy”. What does that phrase mean? Is it an achievement or talent we should be proud of? Does it indicate that our country is proudly walking down the path our freedom fighters envisioned for her? Or is merely a fancy way of saying “We are the most populated country following a democratic form of governance”? What is the real measure of democracy? Is it the number of people who live there or does it have to do with the level and quality of governance? If you think it is the second, then are we truly the world’s largest democracy? But sadly most use this phrase in reference to our 1 billion plus population. In that case what is it that we should be proud of? Is it our ability to fornicate and procreate? Well if that be the case then rabbits, mice and even insects or fish should be prouder than us!

Another thing that I have seen common to all such discussions is blaming the politicians for everything that is wrong with us, and our powerlessness to fight them as it is almost always a choice between the lesser of 2 evils, so it’s regularly concluded that our leaders have screwed it up for us. So who are these “all powerful monsters” who have plunged our beloved country of 1 billion people into the depths of darkness, scarcity and decay? Are these mighty warriors from far off lands? Supernatural beings with evil superpowers? Or are they the henchmen of the devil who thrive on pain and suffering?

The answer is NONE OF THE ABOVE. The people we hold solely responsible for the plight of our motherland and her children are merely mortals, they are one of us brought forward by us to lead us into a new tomorrow but all they have done is frozen us into yesterday. They are not a mighty army of a cruel dictator, but a mere 550 odd of which around 400-450 are well above the age of retirement or effective work-potential. Most are weak and incapable of even protecting themselves from your average street mugger, but responsible for the safety, security and progress of an entire nation- “The world’s largest democracy”. A far cry from the armed warrior-oppressors of yesteryears, most of them aren’t even armed with education beyond an elementary level. Yet we have entrusted the duty of uplifting us from the deep dungeons of the third-world into our utopia. So how is it that 1 billion people blame all our failings, defects and miseries on these handful of uneducated octogenarians? It is not even the “specific” people that we hold responsible, for these people are changed or changeable every 5 years. In short we unanimously blame the 500 odd chairs in a circular building in New-Delhi for ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS! It does not matter who sits on them, it is those chairs who are to blame. It amazes me how “The world’s largest democracy” with over 1 Billion people is suppressed and held down by a few hundred life-less chairs, it is a problem we haven’t found an answer to in over 60 years now.

Another question to ask yourself- “If over 90% of our population does not trust its government, is unhappy with the way things run and doubts its ability to lead us; Is it then still fair to call ourselves the world’s LARGEST democracy”?

Another “usual suspect” or target for blame is our history. The innumerable civilizations that attacked us, captured us, ruled us and stripped us of our natural heritage. Those who bullied the “golden sparrow into becoming a diseased-scavenging vulture”- But once again I as the same question- “How is it that a handful of soldiers can dominate and domesticate such a huge nation and subjugate such a vast population? Are we historically a nation of sheep, who are kept in check with a bunch of dogs? Sadly circumstantial evidence indicates- YES

The answer my friend if you dare to hear is this:

“It was not the British who enslaved us, nor the Mughals, Turkish, or even the Politicians; we are and have always been the slaves to our passivity, fear, silent accordance and lack of self-worth”

The fear of being responsible for our own welfare and progress is soaked into our genes- for if it were so then who would or could we blame for our pitiful condition? The lack of aggression and desire to be the masters of our own destiny has plagued us since the first time we allowed a bunch of foreigners to maul and rape our motherland. If you are not convinced of my opinion just look around for people who still applaud the British for infrastructural development and civilizing as well as uniting our country. Who cares if they were forest hunting barbarians, when we were reading the Vedas, calculating the distance between the sun and the earth and writing the doctrines of modern medicine and surgery? “We needed them to civilize us” they say and now silently wait for someone to come and emancipate us. Who will it be this time? The USA? J

This brings me to the main point of this piece- Our biggest problem is not our politicians, it is not our history or our economic standing. Our biggest problem is the face we see in the mirror. The one who constantly waits for some hero to come and rescue us, the one that never sees that hero within itself, the one who is waiting and waiting for a “Gandhi” to lead us and whom it can follow in a faceless crowd of followers. The one who thrives on self-pity and the one who is always looking for someone to blame- He is our problem, our coloniser, our dictator and our enslaver.

If you read Mr. Gandhi’s autobiography, you will clearly see him to be a normal, regular man- brought up in the same conditions and culture as most of us. He was a human with his flaws and failings but he was a human so he learnt from his mistakes and constantly searched for self growth and self realization, something that every human SHOULD do. He did not do or think up anything out of the ordinary for an Indian- books about “ahimsa”, “shanty” and universal brotherhood and love had been written long before he was born and he did what any man in his place SHOULD have done- stand up for his rights, and fight for a dignified existence. No man however, did what he SHOULD have done before him, and so he became a demi-god for doing what he SHOULD have done. Pretty low as a scale of eligibility don’t you think?

This brings us to another vital flaw in our “system”. How did we become a democracy? If you explore the history of most successful democracies you will clearly see a pattern. Most of them started of as monarchies or eventually dictatorships with the rulers oppressing and exploiting the ruled, misusing power and robbing the people to fill the royal coffers. This is similar to our own history, but there is something that made them different, there came a point when the PEOPLE decided “This is ENOUGH”. Democracy in these countries was not achieved by a group of men appointed by the tyrant to design a “new” way of governance. The people collected, united, put their foot down and brought down their almighty rulers and their armies and took the reins in their own hands. History has chosen to call these moments of “national awakening” as CIVIL WARS. These were not wars against foreign enemies, but a war against our inner demons and taking the responsibility to chart their own future. India sadly with all its oppressive history has never had a civil war, Her people have NEVER thought of their pitiful condition to be bad enough to fight and die for, we merely drifted from one political trend to the next. So when our “leaders” were given the task of “designing a governance model”, before the tyrant could leave. They by nature followed the then current fashion of political governance model- THE DEMOCRACY.

The closest thing to civil war we have witnessed was the revolt of 1857 or “Mutiny” as the history books call it, but here too it wasn’t the PEOPLE who fought it but a united force of kings and state-rulers.

The question to ask yourself here is this- “Is democracy a doggy-treat or clothing trend that can be imitated by following others or MUST it be achieved with a fight, with passion, with revolution and with our own blood”?

I have been called “unsympathetic” for having these opinions and maybe you might feel the same. I have an answer to this- “You are right”. I have NO SYMPATHY for those who react to tyranny, exploitation and oppression by “self-pity”. I think when you feel that things aren’t running the way they should, or those who took the responsibility of governing you are not doing their jobs- your natural reaction should be ANGER not SELF-PITY. You can blame the whole world for your problems but the only one who can rescue you is YOU. If you aren’t happy with the government, WHY is it still the government? And what can a building with 500-600 chairs do if 1 billion people decide to stand together and demolish it? You want me to sad for you when you possess the ability to change the status-quo but choose not to? That my friend is too much to ask!

So you’ve read at length what I think. Many have heard it, and eventually asked “So what do you propose we can do to change things? All political parties are incompetent and corrupt. Even if we have the power to vote, the choice is often between two evils. What can one do?”

To that I answer this. There is NO limit to what we can do! You say all political parties are the same, and we don’t need an exit poll to know that MOST Indians think the same. Why is it then that we cannot form new parties, new leaders, and a new school of thought? By this I do not refer to the so called “Youth leaders” of today, who are nothing more than “diseased seeds of diseased trees”, those who have nothing to show for their leadership skills or governing competencies except that they are the pretty kids of past politicians (Whom we have concluded by now were unworthy themselves). I am talking about those innumerable young stars that have jumped into the muck to facilitate change and social development. Look around you, you will find thousands of stars who have dedicated their lives to improve yours. Is it so impossible to dream and plan to mobilise all these “unknown yet dedicated faces” and bring them together to fight together for a common aim- A BETTER INDIA FOR YOU AND ME?

These are not a rare, endangered or nearly extinct species I’m talking about, but a rapidly growing force that is being born in every village, town, city and state of our country. These are not people who come to our houses and sit in our poverty for a few minutes to beg us to let them rule us. These are those who quietly yet effectively rage a war against the evils that haunt us and ask for nothing in return except a smile on our face. Does that remind you of anyone you know? I can think of hundreds!

I’m sure that in my life alone if I counted the number of such people I have had the honour of meeting, watching and interacting through my journalistic career and participation in projects for positive action for social development the number would be far more than the 550 chairs that sit in that circular building. Why is it then so hard to even conceive of a government that is truly “OF THE PEOPLE, FOR THE PEOPLE and BY THE PEOPLE”?

In the end I’ll leave you with some “from the top of my head” 101 tips for revolution:

· Voting is not a duty but the greatest MOST IMPORTANT right that democracy gives us.

· Exercise this power and choose “how your future will be”

· Don’t feel sorry for the state of affairs do something about it. If you don’t, WHO WILL?

· What can a handful of ”half-in-grave” oldies do if 1 billion or at least the 0.7 billion youth decide their “party-time” is OVER?

· If you do not have faith in ANY political party or even our election system- Why can’t we boycott it?

· Non-cooperation and boycotting the system won us our independence from the British, would it not emancipate us from our self-made exploiters?

· Imagine an election where NO ONE votes, coz we don’t think any of the candidates or party is capable enough. Would that not force a change in “the system”?

· You DO NOT have to choose the lesser of 2 evils. Make your own NEW leaders, approach those who have selflessly worked to make our lives better and raise them to lead us.

· Why is it that when I ask a young graduate/student what they see themselves doing in 5-10 yrs the answer is almost always- “leading a company, being a CEO, starting a successful NGO, or the like” BUT NEVER “LEADING INDIA TO A UTOPIAN FUTURE”? Or “Being the Prime Minister of my country”? oh yaaaaa- that is a hereditary job right???!!!!!

Well these are but a few ideas...I hope they have at least planted hope, responsibility and sprung a new fountain of countless such ideas to chart a better future, learn from past mistakes and THE WILL AND DESIRE TO BE THE ARCHITECT OF YOUR OWN DESTINY AND COUNTRY.

Optimistically Yours,

Garima Bhatt.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Killing Me Slowly

The cloaked assassin is here again,
Sinister secret agendas, he plays his part
Fog carpets the summer in mystery
And winter winds chill the targets’ heart.

As the ragged, rusted knife plunges deep
And reaches the mark it was meant to meet
The clueless victim evades, with a leap
But death steps closer in every beat.

No mean murderer by no means
Cold blooded with clinical precision
There’s no escape or so it seems
None evades his eagle eyed vision.

He’s a bare knuckled fighter
He can kill with his fist
Ordinarily I’m no bait biter
But this time, I’m on his hit-list

I’m his victim, and there’s nowhere to hide
The henchman of death, and I’ll be his bride
Any cover or shelter is impossible to find
A brutal slayer; blood on his mind.
So instead of running I haplessly await
The commencement of death, I give-in to fate.
He’ll rip my heart open, and consume my soul
The world’s a stage and we play our role

I- the kill, and he my killer
I- the grain and he the miller
He and I will forever be
Joined together in history
I’m him and he is me
This is how it’ll always be.

Holding my breath, as I wait
I notice he is uncharacteristically late
Fear turns to anticipation
Revealing a hidden obsession
He will be my emancipator
And I wait silently for the liberator.
This life is a cage, and I want to fly
I wait and wait and time goes by.


Sharp minded killer, he does his job well
Breathing and waiting, I’m already in hell
I want him to take me, have no one to grieve
So he is killing me slowly by letting me live.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

MY CELLPHONE



I remember the days, not so long ago

My phone wouldn’t stop ringing

And the beeping texts sent my head spinning

I wouldn’t check it for hours

Wanted to be where I was; “now and here”

Not where they were, too far away from there.

Flooded by questions and pointless idle talk

How’s it going, where you at or when are you free?

No time for all that crap, was too busy being me

More often than not, I wouldn’t bother with replies

Thought I’d tell them all when I get where they were

They’d understand, if they knew how lovely it was here.

Too many people, too many places to be at

Always out in the town, never ever at home

Grumbling in my head “why can’t they leave me alone”?

Wanted to get away and be just with him.

Every now and then I’d switch of my tracker

Lest I be bothered by some space-time attacker!

I switched it on this morning: self-directed anger,

Must have missed a dozen calls, some extremely important

And I wait for the beeps of missed calls, frustratingly patient.

Waiting and waiting as I rub the sleep off my eyes.

No missed calls or messages, hardly makes sense

Pull back my blanket and contemplate in the eerie silence.

And all day I stare at my phone now, waiting for it to ring

Somebody who is thinking of me or just wants to say hey

But it remains mute and motionless, and so goes another day.

Taking it out of my bag, every few hours; checking if it’s on

Running towards it with concealed urgency whenever I hear a beep

But it’s only the phone company, or some product-selling creep.

I wonder if I did this to myself or is it just a normal phase

I miss when my phone was a nuisance, a leash around my neck

But now it’s my albatross, reminder of my loneliness that I constantly check.

I shunned you then, you shun me now; I guess that’s just how life goes

And now I just sit with my lousy phone; staring at the screen that’s bare

Hoping that it would suddenly resurrect; and I’d know that you still care.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

He Said, She said - another f****ing song!


He said, she said you said we said

Did I say she said you said they said?

No wait; I didn’t get what you said.

All this noise’s just spinning in my head.

So won’t you shut up or just drop dead?


I’m sick of this constant drama

Why don’t you see?

Go and complain to your mama

Don’t bother me!!!


Can you spare me these stupid questions?

I have no answers, to satisfy you

I don’t get these crazy connections

And I don’t need to, justify to you.


You’re not that important to me,

You’re just interesting conversation

I don’t think I said that or maybe

I don’t understand all these relations


So please take a walk outside my head

And never crawl back in there again

All I want is to go back to my bed.

Did you know you’re just a major pain?


I’m sick of this constant drama

Why don’t you see?

Go and complain to your mama

Don’t bother me!!!


He said, she said you said we said

Did I say she said you said they said?

No wait; I didn’t get what you said.

All this noise’s just spinning in my head.

So won’t you shut up or just drop dead?


My head……………get out of my…head

Out of my head….just drop dead!!!!


Garima Bhatt.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Endless roads..

These endless roads, they go no where
But at least they take me here and there
These endless roads, they go on and on
They’ll still be here when we’re all gone

I take a trip down those narrow lanes
Stop and stare, through window panes
When I look at a mirror I see your face
Nothing’s too strange in this magic haze.

I see what I want, I guess we all do
I do what I want, I know you do to
But where does this go, does it ever end
Broken vows are hard to mend
Just like broken dreams….
And so my soul screams.

These endless roads, they go no where
but I’m here now and so I don’t care
These endless roads, they will never stop
The worlds my bike and I’m on top


I’m the road, the road becomes me
Exploring the world and some fantasy
A bit of real, and little of fake
Wandering on for wandering’s sake.


You know I’ve walked these roads before
Kept on walking till my feet were sore
And then when I could walk no more
I just unzipped the skin I wore.
And my soul ran on…
Although I was gone.

These endless roads, they go no where
But at least they take me here and there
These endless roads, they go on and on
They’ll still be here when we’re all gone

- Garima Bhatt

Apathy towards sports: will India ever win those medals?

India and China have long been in constant competition with each other in terms or development and industrialization. Beijing 2008 has easily proved China has run far ahead, and India is huffing and puffing while trying to catch up. Olympics they say is a peaceful proxy war for world dominion, and if that be the case India is years far from joining the elite “developed” nations list with its solitary gold medal in Beijing 08.

To analyze the difference in the performance of these traditional rivals, one doesn’t have to go far. One look at the attitude and resources towards sports makes it obvious that sport does not figure very high in the priority list of the Indian education system. While the Chinese government spends major resources in spotting and training sporting talent from the very grassroots and from the very bud, the Indian government is neither concerned nor serious about developing young sportspersons who will take their country to international glory.

When compared to the Chinese system of rigorous training, incentives and facilities to bring forward the best talent their country has, The Indian sports training and selection system is dismal and completely inefficient. The funds allotted are meagre and even so hardly any of it reaches the players. The inefficiency is most prominent at the school level, especially so in the rural districts. The schools in the urban areas are better for they have more funds and personally take initiative to develop sports men and women from within the school. The support from the government or the Sports Authority of India (SAI) is negligible, and so many potential sports heroes go unnoticed because their school didn’t have enough funds to dedicate to sports.

The government sports officials however are far from accepting responsibility. Baldev Desai (D.S.O) feels that it is the indifference from schools and parents along with a general lack of talent that is to be blamed for India’s dismal sporting history.
“What can the government do if the schools don’t want to spend any time or energy towards sports events?, We do provide some funds to schools to develop sports but hardly any of them take it seriously”, complains Desai. “Moreover Parents also want their children to concentrate on academics rather than sports. Some kids do make it to district or state level but they are not talented enough to go further and make it so far also due to lack of participation or adequate competition”, he adds

The schools have another story to say. They say that except few big schools, its impossible to provide adequate training for individual sports to each and every student, keeping in mind the number of students and the time constrains added with academic pressure. It must be the responsibility of sports authorities to build sports complexes in each district so as to provide equal sporting facilities to all students regardless of the economic and social background. By doing this, the schools can identify talented sports persons and then send them to these complexes to get intensive training and facilities.
“Once we send our students for district level competitions and they are selected to represent the district then is it not the responsibility of the district sports authorities to train these children? But it is assumed that the school must be held responsible. We are a poor country and it’s impossible for all schools to have hi-tech sports ground”, said Mrs Shashi Bhatt, principal S.R.V, Bopal.
One more part of this mind boggling puzzle of athletic mediocrity lies with the parents, who do not give much importance to sports, and give much higher regard to Academics.
“I know its all very well for one to say that each kid is different, some can excel in academics and some can be sportsmen; But things are different when it comes to your own child. There is hardly any career scope for sports persons in India, even our Olympic players live in abject poverty, then why would a parent want their kid to go down that path of hardship and disappointment?”, ponders Poorna Dave, a mother of a 12 year old.

It is a fact well known that the best sports persons are those who start training from a tender age, and so schools become the base for developing sporting skills, but it is also a fact well observed that in most Indian schools sports lie much lower in importance than studies.
“What do you expect in a place where schools run from market complexes and apartments? Schools should be a place for all round development, but most of us want to make our kids into walking encyclopedias. Imagine if Mohamed Ali was born in Ahmedabad, would he be allowed to become the great boxer he did? He probably would be reprimanded for getting into brawls and then buried under a pile of books”, muses a well known sportsman from the city but only on condition of anonymity, lest he offend the almighty sports authorities.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Black Moonlight


You came to me on a rainy day,

And then you took my sun away

I was a fool, I heard them say

Still I tried to find our way



Jokers laugh, beggars cry

Thieves deceive but lovers die

Can’t believe it was all a lie

But it must be true coz you said good bye.

In this constant chemical high

Can’t move on I swear I try.



There’s a black full moon on the sky tonight,

And I’m bathing myself in its black light

Bit by bit, disappearing from sight

Hoping this is the way that I can make things right.



Strings of stars on a rope

Hanging on to rays of hope

Addicted to the killer dope

Looking for an anti-dote.



You were mine and I was yours

Peeping through each others doors

Constant spinning in that eternal dance;

We tried quite hard, but we lost our chance.

Lost ourselves in lovers’ trance



There’s a black full moon on the sky tonight,

And im’ bathing myself in its black light

Bit by bit, disappearing from sight

Hoping this is the way that I can make things right.


- Garima Bhatt