BONDed Learning – All Shaken and Stirred!!!

I have watched and listened, with horrified silence, to innumerable conversations on the motives for learning (in the traditional sense of the term). And on every occasion that a request comes in to facilitate a training program, the motives shared have escalated in their ability to baffle one and all! India Inc. has transformed the learning function into a well-oiled, attention catching machine. Be it for rolling out a policy or a procedure, send out a tough message, to keep people occupied and last but not the least to keep employees away from their desks at “crucial times”  –  and the learning function has most often than not been able to rise up to the occasion. It’s a routine exercise! The customization of the program is primarily dependent NOT on the learner needs but on the client needs; and in this case, the organizational need. Hence, the knowledge acquired is precast, sensitized and censored and all this in a world where knowledge is freely available at the click of the internet button! OR IS IT????

It wasn't much of a surprise to me when a similar request came in today morning. Entertaining the muscle men from India INC has become pretty much a prefrontal cortex game. No surprises there! What started initially as a horrific revelation that we are swimming in a sea of contradictions has now graduated to a quiet and doddering acceptance of abandoning the mind, MY mind! Now, after all, aren't we surrounded by a plethora of such events? 

Guess what?! Learning is now an EVENT and we are all EVENT MANAGERS and I am a Learning Event Manager who hasn’t been able to convince this blockhead I have been speaking with (for the last couple of hours) that the 15 countries that constitute the Gulf is NOT the Middle East for India, but for the Western mind. Bring out the map and attempt to prove it to the logical mind and lo and behold, he reverts to the “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”! Happy Birthday Mr William Shakespeare... I am rewriting my own version of ‘Comedy or Errors’ where I paint myself as a character from Macbeth (Act 1, Scene 1) contemplating ‘to be or not to be’!

No, he doesn't have extended family working in Kuwait or Muscat! No, he doesn't enjoy the Dubai Shopping festival. No, he doesn't refer to any of the malls in or outside India as “Suk”! He is just the average Indian working in a MNC and has been told of the presence of his organisation in APAC (Asia Pacific), Americas, and EMEA (Europe, MIDDLE EAST and Africa). Aha, therein lies MY learning… Not etched on a map, not reflecting in commonsense but in the Induction manual and the site map of an organization.

‘Ok’… I said and decided to move on.

“You disagree?” pat came the reply. He looks at me with absolute bewilderment and a faint look of dismay that is more often than not best captured by our very histrionic Arnab Goswami. Our friend had replicated that look. His look seemed to suggest that I had committed a grievous sin. 

My faint attempt to shoot down our disagreement over the Middle East (just its name and not its existence) was a failure. I had to get out of this situation. There were far more important things to discuss! I was suffering a queer moment of utter ludicrous distress; a Pickwick flash– a moment when a person is panting, lying, sighing, crying, dying all at the same time; and amidst all this, with the fervent hope of displaying the characteristic of an educated mind (ahem) that entertains a thought without accepting it, I quipped “I need to process this bit of Information.”

Clearly, I was on the wrong side of the gun, yet again! “Process?! Whatever for? It says so right here in our manual. Check out the internet. Google refers to it as the Middle East” bellowed our very own version of Arnab. It was a bellow I will never forget. The last I heard it was when I laughed while driving through a fairly long tunnel. I had stopped laughing for a while after. Today I listened to the same sound pitched at a much higher decibel. I won’t laugh again for some time.  I watched his disbelief and listened to him spew the www and the http:// mantra.  He had been poured into his learning clothes and had forgotten to say when.  It was a downpour of education and he had forgotten to say stop either. I needed my escape hatch.

I smiled, batted my eyelids, relaxed my posture, bent ahead, and with all the calm that I could possibly gather went for the one final guillotine! “I so agree. We human beings need to know enough to open our mouth just to eat; but certainly no more. For the rest, I will leave it to Google.” The "I" did the trick. He smiled and relaxed for a moment tasting his sweet victory. 

Having addressed (or not) the issue at hand, we moved on to discussing the more important things in life, his life rather, like the designing of a learning ‘event’ on ‘Innovation at the workplace’… Yes …Innovation!!!!

He spoke, I heard. He interrogated, I responded. He smiled, I grimaced. He leaned back, I leaned in (not the Sheryl Sandberg lean in). He rested, I rusted. He different, me indifferent.  He crossed his arms ….. and I let go!

I am reminded of Wodehouse in Love among the Chickens: “I am not always good and noble. I am the hero(ine) of this story, but I have my off moments” 

“Ripped, Waned and Wrinkled Die-Nasty…."

There is a bizarre semblance detected in the Indian masses, our social media and the character of the fabled Rip Wan Winkle. They all rave, rant and do brouhaha when the water is pretty much under the bridge!!!!

Things are scarcely going good for the Congress Party. The grand old party started off with absolutely no plan or man (ahem woman too, considering it believes in their empowerment), no strategy, and no goal. At best, the bits and pieces of extrapolating their strategy is basis what one can gather from several interviews, headlines and articles staged by a decidedly idiosyncratic and belligerent social media with its own axe to grind. 

The stark absence of senior Congress leaders (the old guard), the deafening silence from the likes of Chidambaram, AK Antony, and Mani Shanker Aiyer, the visible faces of less influential and inexperienced leaders like Shashi Tharoor and Jairam Ramesh, the shelving of Pranab Mukherjee, the making of the president, the back door lip-serviced alliance with AAP, the release of “The Accidental PM”, the campaigning of Priyanka Gandhi in Amethi and Rae Bareli, the ho-hum interviews of and with RG, the matte finished lip service rallies .... the list goes on!  There is hardly any effort being made by the party to augment alliances and / or strengthen itself basis any of its past laurels. Last but not the least, the shocking comment from Amarinder Singh of giving ‘a clean chit to Jagdish Tytler is perhaps the last nail that the party needs to assemble its 2014 coffin!  He makes a comment on a televised interview on a Saturday and the distraught masses wake up late Monday morning to protest outside the AICC office which has kept mum since them.  Clearly, feelings like distress, a sense of being thwarted, and resentment take a back seat over the weekend and the weakened!  Am not sure if the Congress party buoyed by the media is arguing its way to prevail by doing the exact opposite of what the BJP expects it to do.

There is a pattern detected here – an insuperable aversion to any kind of rewarding labor that will aid them stay on in power. It doesn't take too long to logically deduce that the efforts put in are insufficient to win a national election. And thus the intriguing speculation – is this a plan good enough with the goal to win a defeat? This conjecture rings true than that of any other.   It’s best to scheme a loss while pretending to be in the game; than to make any efforts to win the 2014 elections!  It is a well couched victory solely spelled as a defeat?

The defeat of Rahul Gandhi at Amethi, and / or of Sonia Gandhi in Rae Bareli will perhaps be the signature of a well-orchestrated self-inflicted beating.  

So, what does the party have to gain with this victorious defeat? 

For one, it sews up its role as the key opposition in Parliament – albeit, a weak, slighted and feeble voiced opposition that the BJP and 24 of its disparate allies will have to deal with.  A parliament is a monolithic and (hopefully) homogeneous institution. The role of the opposition is primarily to offer political alternatives, and to articulate & promote interests of the voters. The congress party, in its present shape and structure lacks the IQ to effectively play this role. This inability could only further bolster the ruling party’s forte – its audacious high-brow aptitude!  One can only hope that this aptitude comes with some remnants of a sense of latitude, accommodation and common-sense when debating and deciding on the nation’s most complex and sensitive issues.  

With the BJP leading a NDA government, the country hopes for good governance in the area of Infrastructure, Finance, and perhaps Defense too. There is immense speculation and anxiety on Foreign Policy and Home. It’s best to stay tight-lipped on HRD and education. In a world governed by International Laws, the nation and the opposition will witness duelogues between the largest and the biggest democracies. The BJP’s opinion of our neighbors, its commitment (within the manifesto) to construct the Ram Temple in Ayodhya, and the heavy-duty  influence of the RSS on its governance are all pretty much indicative of round 2 of an accidental PM; albeit in saffron.  ALL this is fodder for the Opposition!!!! The only tool that the opposition will need is a tart temper, a sharp tongue and an edged media – all of which it has aplenty.

The congress party now has a 5 year period to groom its Gen-Y.  The 10 years that Rahul Gandhi spent on learning instead of developing a vision and leading the party towards a victory will now be replaced by a 5-year period of learning for his sibling. It’s time for her to enter the fray.

The Hindustan Times predicted that the 2014 election stands poised to deliver big surprise and observed that the defeat of India's oldest political party and dynasty is a real moment of reckoning. Guess, the prediction and the comment is not true anymore. There will indeed be surprises; however, none of them big. A victory of India’s most feared (for fanatically propagating a Hindutva ideology) and insular party seems to be an absolute. The defeat of India’s oldest political party and dynasty is a given and NOT a moment of reckoning. The aftermath of the defeat is what is reckoning. It remains to be seen if this much speculated Plan B of the Congress party, that suffers from a lack of IQ and the old guard, will be successful. We can only wait and watch. What can guarantee a victory of Plan B is the ruling party’s (BJP's) complete and unmitigated lack of EQ. Narendra Modi’s ability to move the public is not sustainable.  Not every meeting will be a rally and not every decision secluded to the state of Gujarat.

…. Feel Free to Walk A(way)

It’s been over a day since I  witnessed a conversation on the most dialogued theme on Indian TV – POLITICS and India Election 2014; and amidst all the scramble that my brain tried to harness, there was this one bit that got me to shift my focus (literally and figuratively) to a moment from the past. I knew that the conversation reminded me of someone – an individual who I have so loved to hate. I grudgingly pulled out the volume to reread one of my favorite parts from Atlas Shrugged. It’s the scene where Ragnar Danneskjold (a modern day pirate) meets Hank Rearden on a road at night and hands him a bar of gold, returning some of the money that the government has stolen from Rearden over the years.  Ragnar proceeds to explain that he’s not there to ask for money but to return it. The following excerpt pairs nicely with the conversation I witnessed on TV yesterday and to a reference of Mr Modi’s quick exit (3 min 32 secs!!!) from being interviewed by Karan Thapar.

 “I thought that I had seen everything one could see and that there was nothing I could not stand seeing. But when they took Rearden Metal away from you, it was too much, even for me. I know that you don’t need this gold at present. What you need is the justice which it represents, and the knowledge that there are men who care for justice.”

Struggling not to give in to an emotion which he felt rising through his bewilderment, past all his doubts, Rearden tried to study the man’s face, searching for some clue to help him understand. But the face had no expression; it had not changed once while speaking; it looked as if the man had lost the capacity to feel long ago, and what remained of him were only features that seemed implacable and dead. With a shudder of astonishment, Rearden found himself thinking that it was not the face of a man, but of an avenging angel.

“Why did you care?” asked Rearden. “What do I mean to you?”

“Much more than you have reason to suspect….

“Did you say that you’ve spent a long time collecting this money for me?”

“I have collected much more than this.” He pointed at the gold. “I am holding it in your name and I will turn it over to you when the time comes. This is only a sample, as proof that it does exist. And if you reach the day when you find yourself robbed of the last of your fortune, I want you to remember that you have a large bank account waiting for you.”….

 “How did you collect it? Where did this gold come from?”…

 “Who are you?”

“Ragnar Danneskjold.”

Rearden looked at him for a long, still moment, then let the gold fall out of his hands.

Danneskjold’s eyes did not follow it to the ground, but remained fixed on Rearden with no change of expression. “Would you rather I were a law-abiding citizen, Mr. Rearden? If so, which law should I abide by?..

“Ragnar Danneskjold…” said Rearden, as if he were seeing the whole of the past decade, as if he were looking at the enormity of a crime spread through ten years and held within two words.

“Look more carefully, Mr. Rearden. There are only two modes of living left to us today: to be a looter who robs disarmed victims or to be a victim who works for the benefit of his own despoilers. I did not choose to be either.”

“You chose to live by means of force, like the rest of them.”

“Yes—openly. Honestly, if you will. I do not rob men who are tied and gagged, I do not demand that my victims help me, I do not tell them that I am acting for their own good. I stake my life in every encounter with men, and they have a chance to match their guns and their brains against mine in fair battle. Fair? It’s I against the organized strength, the guns, the planes, the battleships of five continents. If it’s a moral judgment that you wish to pronounce, Mr. Rearden, then who is the man of higher morality: I or Wesley Mouch?”

“I have no answer to give you,” said Rearden, his voice low.

“Why should you be shocked, Mr. Rearden? I am merely complying with the system which my fellow men have established. If they believe that force is the proper means to deal with one another, I am giving them what they ask for. If they believe that the purpose of my life is to serve them, let them try to enforce their creed. If they believe that my mind is their property—let them come and get it.”

The world we live in today is not free in any sense of the term. We are born, we live and we die and amidst this cycle are spent countless moments defending and/or championing our stance / view point / opinions to all and sundry.  The only way to deal with an unfree world is perhaps to become so absolutely free that my very existence is reflective of an act of rebellion. Mr Modi’s decision to walk out of that interview was an act of rebellion.

I hate Mr Modi’s authoritarianism, feel repulsed by the fact that he has not taken responsibility for Godra, and cringe at his hate speeches. Nonetheless, I have paused (albeit for a second) to wonder if he is trying to make a statement?! And if he is, guess therein – in that very statement –is exemplified the definition of definitive and decisive politics.

I have taken utmost pride in the fact that we, as a nation, are foremost a Republic and then a democracy. We choose our leader and earnestly hope that he/ she will display wisdom. For that wisdom to be at play in its purest and most sincere form is the prerequisite of freedom of thought for that one man/ woman. Mr Modi, like Ragnar Danneskjold, perhaps in his own abhorrent way was saying to the likes of Karan Thapar.. “If they believe that my mind is their property – let them come and get it”!

Sigh… Shrug… Shrug…… !!!!

(Now)here Nirvana!!!

I guess I finally have an answer to the question that has been so often asked ...."A PhD in the area of Science Fiction? Really? Whatever for?!” Some questions have no tangible answers and this to me has always been one of them. I thought I had exhausted them all till today!!! From ‘PKD being my favorite Sci-Fi writer’ to ‘I have been stuck in a time warp of my own’, have given them all! Today is my day of enlightenment….

I am an alien from Pluto and thus my obsession with Sci Fi!!! I have been told (at least from the book titles) that Men are from Mars and Women from Venus. Well, let me break the news to you today… I am from Pluto – the planet whose orbit ostensibly is so extended that it crosses the orbit of another planet. Now presumably that is something you are not allowed to do; especially if you want to call yourself a planet (sic). There is something so offensive about that!!!!!!! I have crossed the line, jumped orbits and guess that also explains the wander lust in me.

So, it all begins with my journey to work today. Have you ever tried to make sense of how people cross the road in India? Well, it’s like nowhere else. The temptation is always to look the other way of the oncoming traffic. The intent is to turn away from disaster! So we have women charging across the road (you can’t growl at their butt) with children on toe with the single minded determination of getting to school on time (you can’t display anger at innocent indifference). Young couples, hand in hand, eye in eye, sailing on the tide of time (your heart bleeds to disturb two people so much in love). Old men and women who strongly believe that the zebra crossing should move with them (senior citizens I guess is the word for them)… and last but not the least the young college student who believe that diagonal is the rule of the land (why why Gen Y?). None of the above mentioned look AT you! I read somewhere that the pessimist is the one who looks both ways (even on a one way street) when crossing the street and the optimist is the one who looks the “other” way when crossing a one way street. We are a land full of optimists. We survive issues, problems, disasters, catastrophes …. We look the other way and do it with absolute confidence and trust in the almighty.

Navigating through the numerous optimists, I walk in to work with the almost quixotic passion that grips me most of the time only to see that someone was “mildly agitated” at a comment I made at a women’s leadership forum. The thought of what agitated her was not as intriguing as the reference to her state of mind. How can one be ‘mildly’ agitated? The law of the binary continues to befuddle me. The thought that disturbed her was my remark that we do not reside in a ‘male dominated society’!  “The notion that a successful woman doesn’t view the society as being male dominated is disconcerting”… or so she quips.  Since she was so sure that my views were contrary to reality, am confused on why she equated my gender and /or my successful career to a notion!!!!

I like pink, fancy expensive underclothes, love diamonds and babies, curious about pornography, do not care if I am objectified, love men, thrive on their attention, like sex and am not career focused. So, yes, I am not a feminist. I do not believe in this tension that so grips most women – the pressure to simulate the “idea of the right essential woman” who is struggling to survive in a so-called male dominated society!

I strongly believe that we (men and women alike) are struggling towards our own definition of self-actualization and in this pursuit tend to give birth to half-truths that have a way of authenticating themselves. Perhaps the world is dominated (at best, statistically speaking) by men. However, that doesn’t make them controlling in its entirety.  And again in this pursuit to prove this half-truth, many women seem to inadvertently become the men they want to marry thereby snowballing the notion of domination. 

We are like the people who I bumped into this morning – crossing the road by looking the other way.  We just need a higher and different perspective to cross over by looking at the oncoming traffic in its eye! 

In another planet’s hell!!!!

I recall reading Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World Revisited during my college days. The language appealed to me for its decisiveness, the semantics for its radical thoughts and the flow for its sensuality. I had just finished with Orwell’s 1984 and followed it with Huxley’s Brave New World. Guess, it was the sequel that triggered the ‘observer’ and the ‘questioner’ in me. Decades later watching the flow of events on and off the television set, in and out of the paper media, and to and from the mouths of elegant and not so elegant conversationalists, sparked off references to Huxley thereby lending it greater clarity…. And the show goes on!

The past few months, the country has been badgered with a political fervor – an inexplicable passion that generates a kind of prolonged remorse that has gripped the very breath of the nation.  We are at the brink of a new government, a new ideology, a new sense of (perhaps and hopefully) of economic freedom and the process to that has been nothing short of a weary crusade. It’s a campaign that promises us an opportunity of maltreating someone, a movement that guarantees the destruction of the nation’s good conscience,  and last but not the least an operation that permits bad behavior under the garb of ‘righteous  indignation’. Day on day, we experience a kind of psychological luxury, the most delicious of moral treats – the Schadenfraude of  all political battle(logues)!!!!

The self-styled justice of voicing resentments permits individuals to equate honesty with a ‘single’ status, level impotency as a source of violence, make perceptive symbolic choices of declining a skull cap to a turban, and to make racist comments. The list goes on. The focus is consistent. We shall single mindedly pursue and appeal to the lowest common denominator. The need to raise the bar and uphold oneself to it is unheard of!!!! The situation in addition to being bizarre is terribly disappointing when the argument submitted is that of ‘dog-eats-dog’ and upheld as the only alternative.  Political ideology as spelt out in the midst of the 2014 election fever is a hypothesis at best, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing . So, it’s ok to indulge in foul language, hate speeches, protests within and without and last but definitely not the least let loose anarchy that none of us ever signed up for.

And in between these ideologies (or whatever one could possibly refer to it as), are the doors of perception – a door that was hinged and then pretty much thrown open by Arun Jaitley! It was good listening to a voice of slanted reason. In the past few months, he has been perhaps one person who makes miniscule sense and attempts to treat the audience with a fair amount of respect.  The miss though has been in his attempt to aptly capture the sentiment behind the reason.

He observed that central government politics in India is bipolar. The numbers say it all. What he failed to ascertain, however, is the fact that the very aftermath of bipolar politics in a supposedly multi-party system is disruptive with its peaks and valleys.  Guess, that was not relevant in a political dialogue with impressionable young minds!!!! We have allegedly paid the price for soft leadership in the last 10 years and hence in contradiction stands out the need for something forceful and apparently strong in the form of Modi. Perhaps so! Modi hence is the normal decisive force in the face of an abnormal soft and kindergarten Congress front. and a whimsical AAP!! Sadly so!!!

The notion of secularism is skirted with the observation that 'conventional political parties have treated the Muslim minorities as instruments of political power'.  Anyone with an ounce of common sense and with an IQ of a single digit will agree with Mr Jaitley’s observation. The point to note though is that in a state that is ridden with bipolar politics, one of them being the BJP, dare I say that they have been hand in glove too! Mr Jaitley…. Symbolism cannot be accorded to that of an individual’s choice; especially in the world of politics. It IS indeed the ONLY test for secularism. It is hence that we use symbolism to depict an individual or a party’s definition of Equality, Security and Progress – the very ingredients that you spelled out as the so-called tests for secularism. People vote for individuals and parties who they most relate to and it is the symbolism that matters. Secularism is NOT an attitude; but moreso a behavior – tangible and experienced. It is ok to swing between left and ring wing ideologies; but to lay allegiance at any given point in time to either the left or the right brain is not just unacceptable but also foolish! The human mind doesn't recall logic or rationale. It recalls the sentiment accorded to that logic.

I could perhaps go on with critiquing the conversation or be overtly critical of the myriad battle(logues) that could sweep anyone off his / her feet. While the political battle(logues) reflect a neuroses that grips a degenerated system,  the conversation with Mr Jaitley reflected the much needed reason and the resoluteness expected from a level headed politician suffering from a tragic loss of sentiment…or to quote Huxley…

“The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives, that they do not even struggle of suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does. They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the world; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. ”

In this supposedly Brave New World of 2014, we have the abnormally normal creative politician motivated by the desire not to achieve but by the desire to beat others… and therein lies our frustration! Well, at least mine!!!! 

See the Light or Feel the Heat!!!

What is frustrating to me is that a ‘so called democratic action’ is influencing the elections and what we are getting from our so called political leaders is plain simple ‘greenwash’!   The last few weeks have been distressing. Day after day, minute by minute witnessing an unfolding of events, and listening to stories and debates that are essentially taking the electoral nowhere!

I am reminded of Sadegh Ghotbzadeh’s woeful reflections a few days prior to his assassination. A confidant of Khomeini at the start of the Iranian Revolution, a strong and trusted aide who helped mastermind the oust of the Shah of Iran (ironically, referred to as the White Revolution) and eventually replacing him with an Islamic Republic. Ghotbzadeh was executed for allegedly plotting the assassination of the Ayatollah Khomeini and the overthrow of the Islamic Republic. In his last thoughts, Sadegh reasons (albeit, a bit too late) … “we knew what we didn’t want –the Shah of Iran. What we didn’t stop to contemplate on was what we wanted in its place”. 

The situation that plagues the politics playing out in India today is not very far off. The Congress doesn’t want the BJP. They are not too sure on whether they do or do not support AAP. BJP doesn’t want the Congress. And let us not forget the AAP whimpering - neither are they looking for support from Congress and nor do they have it. The electoral is reliving painful moments, be it in the form of 1984 or 2002 and is subject to a condition that reflects a total lack of leadership and in so doing governance.  We (supposedly) don’t want the Congress back. We (allegedly), under a secular banner don’t want the orange flag at the helm of affairs. AND, we (seemingly) don’t want a group of political teenagers taking over the parliament.  The troupers are non-cooperative, amusing themselves in the course of the proverbial Game Theory!

With the hope that we don’t need to relive the likes of the Iranian Revolution, the question then is what do we want? Convulsing under a deafening silence, it is but obvious, that the need is for a strong leadership.

Leadership is an essential feature of all government and the abysmal lack of it in the current scenario has routinized governance! Dharna has become routine –a humdrum practice to exact justice by sitting at the doorstep of the (alleged) offender until the demand is granted. And in this entire drama that unfolds, the cause is forgotten. Situations do not define themselves. They are defined by the leader’s insights and sadly accepted by the followers. The dharna is defined and defended. The cause laid to rest.  Racist comments, an unacceptable behavior by a sitting MP, and the Telangana crisis gives way to a debate on the new wave of CMs protesting. The protest prevails over the issue! This is the moment when empirical political science encounters normative political theory and all nonsense let loose.  There are discussions, debates, articles on the lack of governance and to an extent even on the understanding of governance. The electoral is carried on a wave of enthusiastic highly dramatized dialogues until the wave breaks on the rock of reality and finds itself dumped.

There is a fundamental difference between political and corporate leadership. What we are witnessing is a competitive entrepreneurial activity that perhaps (at best!) is synonymous with being ‘Innovative’ in India Inc; however, spells disaster within the political arena and rings out the commonality between political leaders and gangsters. The latter is content to fleece me off my money; whereas the former takes my money, has the effrontery to violate my rights at their convenience and wants gratitude for their dedication to my welfare!!! Whether it is the power crisis in Delhi, the caste based reservation within the Congress party or the flippant remark with the intent to woo the electoral base in Kolkatta (Pranab Mukherjee was denied the PM position in the past), our political leaders have dished out claptrap day and night assuming that the citizens are sufficiently servile with a moronic state of mind!!!!

Can we bring back our discussions to THE fundamental – Leadership! 2014 is about who will provide effective leadership; with the HOPE that good governance will follow. Let us not put the cart before the horse please!

Break Heart Farce!!!!!

 “I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

I have been in love with my country in pretty much the same manner, loved it with a passion, trailed its struggles, and thanked every moment for being a part of it. Listening to our PM, Mr Manmohan Singh yesterday was a moment when I became the victim of my fervor…. a trice that added a wrinkle to the romantic in me, a jiffy that inadvertently (or not) made me question my loyalties to a party (or presumably its history), a split second that marked the beginning of an entropy (that was bound to happen, haphazardly so).  For years, I have held on to the political idea that the Congress Party is the one that reflects the soul of my nation – a party that saw heroes, secularists, nationalists (albeit misinterpreted at times), and tide turners. It was revelry of what mattered most for my country – a forum that would ensure a Sovereign Democratic Republic!

For the Prime Minister to make his third public appearance to the media in 2 terms, as the leader of the largest and the toughest democracy in the world, as an individual who represents a process responsible for the governance of a nation … his idiom was something that shook my faith! I am listening to a man who gives precedence to politics than to governance, to belief than to facts. I am watching my faith sewer through the cracks and crevices of an invisible wall.

The PM sets the stage for a Modi vs Rahul battle for the 2014 elections. Really?  Did he actually say that?  I am not too sure! The leader accents his confidence that the next PM will be from UPA! Whatever happened to the Congress Party?  Did I miss a page in history? Wasn’t the UPA a marriage of convenience way back in 2004? Is it a done deal that we need to go ahead living with this compromise? The UPA was a settlement of terms… a point in history where the emotional political formula was that of a 1 + 1 = 1 ½. Neither of the parties is happy; and we want to continue with this!! There is no win-win in a UPA!!! No age when we can hope that a 1+1 can perchance be a 25, 100… or 1000. We continue to be in a state of 'My way or the Highway’… there never is or never will be a Higher Way. For the leader of a nation to infer that THIS is ALL we are capable of, is a slap to anyone who had romanticized their relationship with this nation. 

Mr PM….. A compromise is a compromise in every sense of the term and aims at the nucleus of a relationship. It is NOT peripheral and does impact the ability of an individual(s) / group / community in any relationship to take decisions that are objective and necessary.

Mr Singh rules out serving a third term as PM and comments that Narendra Modi as PM would be disastrous. Without commenting on whether the latter would or would not make a good leader (irrespective of the quality of the candidature), the reasons given by the PM were based on a public massacre that the entire nation stood witness to. While the mass carnage of innocent citizens in Ahmedabad is a physical representation of cruelty; the mow down of a nation’s expectations that we have witnessed for the last decade by the supposed ‘progressive politics’ of the UPA qualifies for genocide. Framing a political ‘message’ to an entire nation basis the emotions directly experienced in one part of the country is not just emotionally dense but also regressive. The backlash is going to be thought through, rationalized, and opportunistic.  While at one level, it is great to display emotional public and political intelligence; at another, it is idiocy to suggest an over identification in a completely thoughtless manner. It is not inciting, but pacifying a thought that a political agenda is being played out. Communicating a thought that is loaded with boxed in views is indulgent and reflective of failed leadership.

The progressive leader of UPA identifies the best moment of his two terms in office as the signing of the India-US nuclear deal in 2008! None domestic, none local…. Is there no moment/ incident / event representing the reasons that any of us who voted for that you could relate to? The best moments of a relationship is versed outside of it!!!! The potential of commendation laid to rest within the folds of a complicit ‘nuclear’ pact. So, in the last 10 years we have performed well, we have worked through trials and tribulations, lived up to promises…. And amidst your supposedly great performance, I feel a sense of loss. I guess this is what disappointment is – a sense of loss for something I never had.

To walk up a podium, look into the camera and tell the nation that it is UPA and not Congress, “perhaps” Rahul Gandhi, and lay impotent blame on a massacre as a means to subvert attention is not just disappointing but devastating.  The nation today stands a victim of its own optimism, collecting its own thoughts. The relationship with Congress / UPA (am not sure who I am with) has failed and here I am trying to make sense of who next!