Disqualification of MLAs

[The article below contains some knee jerk recommendations and opinions. These have come out more because of frustration and not out of any clear cut and sound analysis. Nonetheless its worth giving a thought.]

Over the last ten days, Karnataka has been the ground for very ugly Political activity. Never has the state seen this degree of Horse-trading and corruption. Blatant misuse of power and audacious use of bad language in public has become quite common with the politicians in Karnataka. No doubt the politicians have put 5 crore citizens of karnataka in Shame.

Two constitutional positions Viz, the Governor of karnataka and the Speaker of the lower house have become major players in the ongoing crisis.

The former gave political directions and the latter's decision to disqualify certain members has been questioned in the Courts.

The question in front of the court is that, How could the Speaker disqualify independent MLAs when they do not belong to any political party?

Well let the court decide that.

But there is another law in our constitution which i think applies to most MLAs sitting in the present Assembly. Article 191 Clause 1 (b) says "A person shall be disqualified for being chosen as , and for being, a member of legislative Assembly or legislative council of a state if he is of unsound mind and stands so declared by a competent court"

Given the kind of behaviour of some of the MLAs who shifted sides in matter of few hours, they can be best said having "Unsound Mind". Anyone with sound mind will not change ideologies in 24 hours. Anyone with sound mind will not tear his shirt in the Floor of the assembly. These kind of behaviours must come under the ambit of "Unsound mind" and these MLAs must be disqualified under article 191. Constitution must be amended and these behaviours must warrant disqualification. There must also be a law which prevents withdrawing support more than once to any government in power in a span of 5 years.

These things may be slightly contrary to the true spirit of democracy, but as the supreme court hearing a case on anti defection law in Kihoto Hollohan Vs Zachillhu rightly remarked, they become necessary "to curb the evil of mischief of political defections motivated by the lure of office or other similar considerations"

Memorable Monsoon Drive..

Few weeks back (September 2010), we drove to New Delhi from Bangalore and Back. Over the fifteen days in the middle of the monsoon we drove close to 6000 kms. It was an adventurousness and enriching drive. Onward we drove on the country side via Madhya Pradesh (MP). In MP we traveled on NH3 touching Indore, Shivpuri and Gwalior. (The route)

Onward Route

I must say that the drive was quite an experience. To start with we visited the historic town of chitradurga and reached Belgaum. Belgaum is a town for food lovers.Over the three days at Belgaum ,we tried out various chats (Shetty's snack bar), sweets, juices and many local delicacies. Ginger Juice at ramdev's and Solkadi at Rani chenamma circle were just mouth watering.We camped at belgaum for three days and set out for the drive for the next fifteen days. (Photos Ramakrishna Ashrama at Belgaum are here)

   
From Belgaum we reached kolhapur. We had a good darshan of Mahalakshmi and proceeded towards Shirdi. We lost our way at Pune and took a wrong route to Shirdi. Shirdi was crowded than expected. We reached Shirdi at 11 PM after driving for more than 12 hours from Belgaum and we had to wake up at 2:30 AM the following day to get the darshan of Baba. After the darshan of Baba, we visited the Shani shinganapur, the temple of Swambhu or Lord shani. No building in this village have doors. yes, I mean it. No building here have doors.

After the Darshan of Lord shani, we visited The historic city of Aurangabad. We managed to visit the Daulatabad Fort (Photos are here). But we had to Skip ellora and Jyothirling thanks to very very heavy rains. Our bad Experience with the monsoon hit bad roads started from here. Not that roads were good till Shirdi, but at least they were drivable. But after Aurangabad, it was hell all the way till Agra. It was called national Highway, But it is best called "NATIONAL SHAME".

The NH3 Stretch ,Unthinkable Highway

We had planned to reach Indore that night. But roads were simply undrivable. Believe it or no, Our car got stuck in the Slush on the highway somewhere near the border of Maharashtra. It was dark and was raining. so we hit a town called Sendhwa about 100 kms from Indore. My god, the hotel was so dirty and it was impossible to stay there. We were welcomed by an armed security guard. As we dint have a choice, we checked into the hotel at 12 in the night. Yeah we made the impossible POSSIBLE !!!. We got up early the next day and planned to drive up to Gwalior. The road improved and the last 80 kms till Indore was a four lane road. So Gwalior by night was thinkable. But Indore welcomed us with some pot lakes and very heavy rains. We went into the city to get our car checked up. The city was flooded and it was quite annoying and frustrating to drive in the city. We somehow manged to get out and hit the highway. The road from Indore to Agra was Unthinkable. By any standards other than may be that in Afghanistan, this cannot be called as a National Highway.

Throughout Madhya Pradesh we were accompanied by heavy rains and bad roads. NH3 is the only road that connects Gwalior and Indore and the road exists only on paper. In reality it is only Pot lakes and pot wells.

The rural folk in MP, i guess dont understand the meaning of "Development". They call this unbelievable and hopeless roads as "Good" roads (Badiya roads). If these roads are "good" for them, then i guess bad roads do not exist for them. Rural Madhya pradesh is pitiable. Throughout NH3 on Madhya Pradesh, i did not find a school let alone hospital or any other basic facilities. . (I have traveled atleast 60% of karnataka by road. I have found primary schools in the most remote regions of karnataka where even state grid power has failed to reach). People in Rural Madhya pradesh are atleast fifteen years behind their counterparts in Karnataka. Only good thing about the drive in Madhya Pradesh was that the GPRS connectivity on my phone was active. It was 6 in the evening and we had covered just 360 Kms after 13 hours of torturous journey. It was just impossible to reach gwalior. So we checked up on my phone for any hotels close by. We were about 80 kms away from the district of Shivpuri. We covered this 80 kms in about 3 hours accompanied by heavy rain and not to mention some rivulets on the road. In retrospect, this journey was risky. Nonetheless, we reached shivpuri, checked into a relatively descent hotel (to MP standards). We were too tired for the mosquitoes and other insects to disturb us. So like partial dead bodies we slept with cottons in our ears.

Our fate continued the next day all the way till Agra. We had to tread on the progressively worsening roads and once in a way ill tempered people. Anyway, we left Shivpuri at about 7:30AM and reached Gwalior by noon . For a change we were greeted well at the Maruthi service station at Gwalior. After getting the car checked we proceeded towards the Gwalior fort and palace (Photos of Gwalior are here).  We then proceeded towards Agra. We got into some rough with a few localities at Agra but nothing serious. We saw the lovely Taj Mahal and tasted the awesome Agra peta and left to Delhi by 7 :30 PM (Photos of Taj are here ). We reached Mathura by 11 PM. But the traffic jam was so bad that we could leave Ballamgarh only by 1 AM. Finally we reached IIT-Delhi at 2:30 AM. Jai Ho Madhya Pradesh we were expected the previous day by 12 noon. 

I feel that there is a problem in investment ecosystem in India. Madhya pradesh needs far more investment both by Government and private sector. If things go as it is, we will have uncontrolled social unrest in places like Madhya Pradesh.


Nonetheless, We camped at IIT Delhi for a week. We had a series of meetings and demonstrations at IIT-Delhi, ONGC energy center and Solar energy centre at Faridabad.  

While returning, we did not repeat the mistake. We came on the Golden Quadrilateral route via Jaipur, udaipur, Ahmedabad, vadodara, Vapi, Mumbai,Pune, Belgaum and Chitradurga (Return route). Except for a small stretch near Gurgaon and between Ahmedabad and Mumbai, the road was Exemplary.

Return Route

The good monsoons had decorated the highway. Unlike the onward journey, where the monsoon had created lakes on the highway, the monsoons , on the return route had decorated both sides of the highway by lush green vegetation. The border between Rajasthan and Gujrat was in particular a treat to a nature lover.  There were many small water falls on the ghat roads. The early morning drive accomapanied by the golden sunrise was just beyond words. 


Gujrat was as expected. Excellent highways, very hospitable people and lovely food. I could touch 170 KMPH on the Ahmedabad--Vadodara express highway. 


By far, this has been my longest driving experience. It was quite an experience and will be remembered for a long long time. Many thanks to my friends Sundar, Vijay and Rakesh who accompanied me in this trip. 
(Some pictures of Maharashtra and Madhya Pradesh are here)

Safar (Suffer): A rambling Journey

This blog is copied from Pavan N Rao's blog with Copyright permission (http://thoughtpaisa.blogspot.com/)

Play: Safar

Language: English

Duration: ~100 minutes

Genre: Humour (satire)

Rating: Watchable

Troupe: Header and Footer Club, Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore..

We checked out 'Safar' at K.H Kala Soudha on 26th Sep 2010 Sunday. Directed by Vysya Shastry , who also plays the role of the protagonist, 'Safar' is a play made by the students at IISc.

The story is about a research student (Not co-incidentally, Vysya Shastry is a real-life researcher at IISc) who begins in postgradual research with IISc. The character is overconfident and has a misplaced sense of importance. As the narrative unfolds, reality dashes his dreams and he is all set to turn into just another research Joe.

While the synposys appears grim, the play itself is punctuated by many a laugh. The writer has not spared cricket, Bollywood, spiritual leaders or IISc faculty.Written, directed and played by a closed group, one does not grudge that portions of the play are better enjoyed by the group. The plot is rather rambling but then it was probably intended to capture the life and time of the 'hero'. For an amateur hobbyclub production, the performance was brillant. For us, (me and Pavan) it was welcome to watch the performance of an original script after long time. Presumably, written originally by someone within the club, it was welcome. The researchers turn out to be fine artistes too managing off-stage with equal aplomb as onsite. The need for onstage set and props were eliminated by use of an LCD projector. However, one is disappointed with the promotional literature. Even allowing for self-aggrandisement ("Smash hit") the play failed to showcase 'apathy against initiative'. Yet, one does not regret the show, as the performance is eminently watchable. A pity that were very few in the audience who were unrelated to the cast and crew.

Prince of Chitradurga

Last week i was at chitradurga, a town of historical importance in India. The maintenance of the fort at Chitradurga comes under Archaeological survey of India. I must say that the fort is maintained very well. Its really very clean. All facts of historical significance and salient architectural features of the fort are displayed boldly. Absolutely no plastics are thrown anywhere and no eatables are allowed inside. The walls are neat and well maintained. All in all a must see for anyone even faintly interested in history.

But what caught me most there was a Monkey, rather the king of monkeys. He was "(Koti raj", meaning king of Monkeys. He was a two legged monkey.

Let me tell you that its impossible for a bad writer like me to write even faintly about the skill of this man "Koti raj" alias Jyothi Raj. He has earned the name Kothi raj for his skills in rock climbing.

Jyoti raj hardly has any formal education. He quit schoooling 3 months into his first standard and was ever since a wanderer. He confessed that, dejected from life, he had contemplated suicide before meeting his guru " The monkey". (I did not have my camera. so these pictures and videos  are from the cell phone camera)

"ಕೋತಿಗಳೇ ನನ್ನ ಗುರು, ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರಾಣ ಒತ್ತೆ ಇಟ್ಟು ಕೋತಿ ರಾಜ್ ಅಂತ ಹೆಸರು ಗಳಿಸಿಧೀನಿ" , i have earned the name "koti raj" having pledged my life says jyothi raj who takes pride in being called kothi raj. Jyoti raj says that he has learnt the art of wall climbing from Monkeys.

Its impossible to write about his skills. One must see him climbing and performing various "monkey tricks" to believe it. He could climb a 25 feet, 90 degree wall in about 15 seconds. He is today recognized by many adventure clubs and sports bodies.

These days, he is mostly seen in Chitradurga but he says he practices mostly at Badami and Hampi. He even climbs a 90 degree wall upside down, man that is unimaginable.

Kothi raj is the name he is fond of and has earned it at a very huge cost with great perseverance and patience. But he is a gentleman in the true sense. He is humble and soft spoken. Very courteous. Truly incredible and inspiring.

Chora Charanadasa

(The blog is reproduced here from Pavan N Rao's Blog with copyright permission)

Play: Chora Charana Dasa
Language: Kannada
Duration: ~105 minutes
Genre: Comedy (Farce)
Rating: Must Watch
Troup: Natana


Myself, Pavan and Girish watched Chora Charanadasa, a play in Kannada, originally as Charandas Chor written by Tanveer Habib as an adaptation of a Rajasthani folktale at K H Kala Soudha in Hanumanthanagar, Bangalore on Sunday. The Kannada play has been adapted and directed by Mandya Ramesh (of Matha fame) and performed by Natana.


The protagonist is a petty thief, Charanadasa.Charanadasa is a professional thief who takes pride in his profession and 'hard work' and a strong sense of 'integrity' and 'work ethic'.


He chances upon a Sanyasi who saves him from the police . Charanadasa takes him as his Guru. He makes four vows to his Guru, that he would never eat in a gold plate, never lead a procession atop an elephant (ಅನೆ ಅಂಬಾರಿ), refuse any invitation to be a king and refuse any proposal to marry a princess. His guru commits him to never to tell a lie, hoping that this would reform Charandas.


Charanadasa's further activities and where it leads him form the rest of the narrative. An interesting storyline has been transformed into a laugh-riot by current satire. The nataka in the political theatre of Karnataka is ready fodder for the satire.


Brilliant performances by all on-stage artists especially the by the person who played Charanadasa and the off-stage technicians and singers make every moment of the drama wholly enjoyable.


Towards the end, the directors steps in and lets the audience choose how the play should conclude ! The interactive dialogue between the audience and the director throws up creative alternatives and has the audience in splits.


The play concludes on a realistic paradox, faithfully to Tanveer Habib and the Bollywood movie directed by Shyam Benegal in 1975 of the same name. Overall, it was eminently watchable, and figures in the top amongst the plays that I have enjoyed the most and recommend to all.
(P.S. the background singer was cute ;)

Happy Man

Last weekend, i was on a trip to few villages in Somarpet Taluk for some work. On our way back, we decided to trek down to malalli falls which was about 3 Kms from the Main road. Though we were getting late, we decided that it may be worth the trek. So we decided to take the diversion towards the falls. The road was bad, slushy and bumpy. We met Mr Rajanna, the security near the bridge. The water level was almost till the bridge and it was cold and breezy. He advised us to drive. After about 600 or 700 metres, the road became very bad. So we decided to keep the car and walk. It was a good decision since the road was virtually absent.

The walk from there was great, the road was steep and slippery. It was a walk for about 700 metres and we were treated by a fabulous creation of nature, a deep gorge, water running in its full momentum. It was such great treat to see it.

There were hardly any people there since it is quite remote in the country side. There were some concrete steps which lead us to nowhere. We walked down the steps just to explore where it goes. It ended abruptly. There was a small narrow slippery lane from there which again went nowhere. We walked a little and found it to be endless. A friend of mine was getting a little scared and was insisting we go back. We went down a little. It was no point going further since the lane was not leading to the falls. {If we had somehow hit the river (which becomes kumara dhara at Kukke subramanya) and followed it, we would have gone to Kukke subramanya}.

So we decided to get back. Just as we were climbing back, we met Mr Vijay Kumar, a native of Malalli. He must be between 30 to 35 years old. He was all smiling and jovial. He had got a couple of his cattle for Grazing. I asked him if the kaaldhaari (Narrow foot lane) takes me to Subramanya. He smiled and said, "This goes to the falls". He offered to guide us and take us till the Falls. He took us in a bushy and very steep way. Since i was finding it difficult thanks to my weight, he kept on saying "Its steep only for some distance and its flat terrain thereafter". So finally he got us near the Falls and said "Please carry on further and experience shower bath near the falls, i will wait here and will assure you that it will not rain till you people are back".( We were 4 engineers who had carried 5 umbrellas only to keep in the car, Jai ho).

Thanks to Vijaykumar, we went close to one of the best falls that i have seen in the recent past. But for him,we would not have found our way there. We spent sometime there and trekked back. Vijaykumar was waiting for us. Cumulatively, Vijaykumar was with us for 20 minutes and all of which he was smiling.

I asked vijaykumar, what he was doing for livelihood? He said "Dhana meistheeni saar" (I look after the cattle). He asked us for a tip and i gave him a 100 rupee note and he was simply overjoyed. His face became big. He was so happy that he suddenly started talking about pushpagiri, Brahmagiri, Girigadhge Battaru (One must read "bettada jeeva" by Shivram Karanth to know more about girigadhge Battaru) . He made a remark that left all of us thinking. He said, he has never made 100 rupees a day till today and that on a average, his weekly income will be around 100 rupees.

Immediately i was reminded about Arjun sengupta report published in 2007 (http://nceus.gov.in/condition_of_workers_sep_2007.pdf) .( This report said that about 77% of the population in India, roughly about 835 million people earn only 20 rupees a day. Ever since i read this report, i was always doubting the numbers. Fourth largest economy in the world cannot have 800 million people earning only 20 rupees a day).

Well, This is the fact. Vijaykumar has about 2 acres of land on which he grows paddy for his own consumption. Many times the field gets flooded and he loses his crop. He has two cattle. His village is not electrified and has about 30 houses. He has never sold his produce (paddy) till today. His farm income is Zero and dairy income is negligible. He gets tipped once in a way by trekkers or tourists seeking help.

Given all this, this chap was so happy. Immaterial of the fee (tip) he received from us, He was looking very contended in life. There were no worries on his face. The tip just made him happier.

It makes me wonder, where and why some of us feel the disconnect and get engrossed in silly materialistic life. Sometimes i feel one does not need a reason to be Happy.

(Pictures of the trip here)