
Friday, October 2, 2009
BOAT TRAGEDY AT THEKKADY

Thursday, September 17, 2009
THE LOST SYMBOL

Thursday, August 27, 2009
An excellent article recreated for my viewers (Courtesy: Sangh Parivar)
(An excellent article by Sri R.P Malhothra, thought to add the same to my blog.-Manoj Ambat............)We have just voted for 15th Lok Sabha. Despite dismal performance and nothing worth-mentioning to its credit, the verdict has gone in favor of UPA. Nothing is going to change. 26/11 Mumbai attacks witnessed total system failure. Just ten people inflicting hundreds of fatalities held the entire country to ransom for three days. People of the country were dismayed. Their anguish was not against the perpetrators but towards those who were responsible for total collapse of the system. As per Media reports vital clues were available with the intelligence agencies through phone interceptors about the 26/11 attack but every warning fell on deaf ears.
Notwithstanding widespread condemnation of their role, during post 26/11 episode candle light public rallies organized by many of the nonpolitical NGOs in various parts of the country to pay homage to the departed souls and soldiers those sacrificed their lives for the great cause, politicians were busy in politicizing the incidence.
But the unanswered question is; who is to be blamed - the irresponsible political system, the corrupt bureaucracy or lack of coordination among the intelligence wing and the law enforcing bodies?
It is more worrying about those who come by vote than those who sneaked in by boat. Political character has steeped too low to endanger the country’s safeguard. Vested interests reigns supreme over nation’s wellbeing in present day polity. If political rulers are least bothered about the public woes, corrupt bureaucracy, too, is little accountable.
The elected representatives run the country- the largest democracy of the world. Then should we say the people who elect them are to be blamed? No – the electorate have little choice. Practically, democratic set up in India is rightly elected by the people but functionally it is run by the bureaucracy for the politicians. Voters are just statistics. In our democracy those who turn up to the ballot box are easily wooed, misled, cajoled and bribed for desired ends and are then left to fend for themselves. The elite and enlightened seldom cast vote; they just discuss the outcome.
The political class, irrespective of the parties, has pooled together to form an exclusive group in which party tickets and plum positions are distributed within their circles and in most cases are inherited.
Performance or for that matter profile of a politician is no criteria for winning an election. Raw-hand youngsters and children of politicians inherit the business of politics. No ordinary person or for that matter a right thinking and able individual can manage to possess the kind of money, muscles and unethical ways- needed for winning elections; thus monopolizing the election process with a select class.
Officialdom is corrupt and the entire setup dedicatedly works for political bosses. Not a stone is unturned without suitable gratification and/or recommendation of some political bigwig. And in an exception where a team of officials just tries to work independently the politician at the helm of affairs starts fighting tooth and nail for supremacy even at the cost of stalling the development. Chandigarh is a union territory. Its affairs are run by a bureaucratic setup headed by an administrator appointed by the union government. Under the administrative setup the local Member of Parliament has no direct interference in the working of the administration. As sole people’s representative with the union government, he could have been instrumental for the overall development of the city. But instead the fight for the supremacy between the MP and the administrator took the ugliest shape to the extent of abandoning a number of prestigious projects.
Political interference in the working of police force needs to be curtailed. Accusing the political class of holding on to the reins of control of the police force, former IPS officer Kiran Bedi said the country was a soft target for terrorists and that the ‘neighbors’ were aware of it.
“Our system is old and medieval and the neighbors know this. We have not let the police system become professional and fully accountable because politicians and bureaucrats want to retain control. Professionalizing the police means true rule of law. The police is fully accountable to law and no one else,” the first woman IPS officer said. On the recent terror attack on Mumbai, Bedi said, “All those who had access to information, be it politicians, bureaucrats, law enforcement agencies and the police among others, should be held responsible for the attack.” “Breach in accountability ought to have meant dismissals and not mere transfers or suspensions. And later, reinstatements,” she added.
Electoral Reforms is need of the hour. Need is to make the politicians accountable. For that stringent laws are required for the candidates to qualify for the elections. To make the politicians accountable to the electorates, the electors should have the right to vote to dislodge (recall) the elected.
As said above the voters who turn up to the ballot box are easily wooed, misled, cajoled and bribed for desired ends. In an era of IT advancement, there is a need for foolproof polling. A system to cast vote through smart card, mobile or email should be devised to check widespread rigging and use of money and muscle power during polling.
Vote is a powerful weapon to change government- punish the corrupt and wrongdoers. It is not only one’s right but a social responsibility of each of us too, to use this weapon judiciously. Apart from sparing a few hours to cast the franchise, one should keep in mind to cast for a righteous candidate. Rising above the party line, past performance and/or profile of the candidate should be the only criterion in mind while casting the vote.
R.P. Malhotra
Sunday, July 26, 2009
VIJAY DIWAS-LEST WE FORGET

INS ARIHANT- JOINING THE BIG BOYS IN THE SEAS
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
STAR TREK- ABOVE AND BEYOND

These words specks it all. Welcome to the world of the Star Trek. My fascination for the Star Trek began when I was a kid when Dooradharshan ran one season ofthe Star Trek, Orginal series. At that time, I could hardly understand the series, but I loved the Gizmos being shown in the series. But my real window to the amazing world came much later in my teens when the cable and the satellite TV revolution took form in India and Star Plus started broadcasting the original series. What had attracted me to the series?The reasons were many. First and foremost is the thought of man traveling to the lands and stars far away above the speed of light.I was always fascinated with the stars. Man from the beginning had the innate instinct to travel and explore. That instinct had made him explore strange new lands, witnessed by the discovery of the new continents and new civilizations. Man has explored the entire planet. Now his foot print will explore the galaxy, the final frontier. I strongly believe that it is only a matter of time before man breaks that barrier that ties us to this solar system and start the galaxies far away.
The second attraction is the fact about the existence of other new civilizations in far away galaxy who may be more advanced than us. Now I see many people talk about the lack of evidence about the existence of any intelligent civilizations out side our little planet. Such people talk with authority when they say that probably Earth is the only Oasis in this galaxy which supports life. Such arguments I feel is ridiculous. The fact that there are tens of billions of galaxies and each galaxy has tens of billions of stars negates the possibility of the arguments that we are alone in this galaxy. That fact that we know nothing about our own solar system or our neighborhood is a fact that has to borne in mind when we authoritatively profess the fact that we are alone. Such argument can only be because our arrogance or our ignorance as to where we stand in this universe.
I feel that the Universe is teeming with life and civilizations and life forms. As we start to explore the galaxy, we will meet life forms that will be from worlds far away. How they will react to us is a matter of speculation now. I am also a believer in the phenomenon called the UFO. No, I am not neurotic about the government cover up and all other stuff. But the very thought that we are visited by other living organisms rekindles my confidence and my cements my belief that we are not alone stranded in this island we call earth, our home.
I have full faith in the glorious future of humanity, when we step out of our littile island called earth and bravely explore the strange new worlds, seek out and establish contact with new civilizations and new life forms and boldly go where no one has ever gone before.
In confidence of a bold new future, this me signing off
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
MONSOON JOURNEYS

It is that time of the year when the rain starts to fall in Kerala. For me, rain holds a special place in my life. I was always fascinated by the rains from my child hood. My first memory of the rains is from the quarters of Co-Op Sugars where my father was working. Rain was a celebration. The scent of the virgin soil still lingers in my memory.
At that I time I was studying in the SCEMS school. My memory also takes me to those wonderful times long gone by of my school days. I used to carry an umbrella to the school. It was those umbrellas that at that time was not available in India with a lot of red flowers and also the switch to open the same. But I still remember the colorful umbrella that my fried used to carry to school which had all the colors of the rainbow. At that time, I was studying in the LKG but these memories still lingers deep in me even after so many years. These are memories that keeps one self worthy of life, memories of times long gone by when life was a little bit simpler.
At that time, we used to have landed agricultural lands in Kozhinjanpara, in Palakkad District. Rainy season was the time for planting the paddy with a dream of a strong down opour and a bumper harvest. These were the times when I would go with my father to those places. I still remember the laborers working in the strong down pour in the fields with the Bullock plowing the field. I used to enjoy the greenery that the rainy season brings. The green lush fields with the dirt where the cranes and king fisher comes to hunt for fish was a sight that still remains the in the recesses of my memory.
As I grew up, the memories changed a bit. My father procured me a rain coat, at that time a rarity. I always found the attire a little arduous and stiff to wear. I was a sort of in a strange attire in school and that also made me have revulsion to the rain coat. But there are also some other memories of the rain that I like to cherish including those long cycling in the strong down pour and welcoming all those rains much to the disgust of my mother. I also distinctively remember my father making a small wooden boat which I used to set adrift in the water flow along with all those tiny boats made of paper . Many of those boats disappeared and I always wondered where they had all gone. I never thought I will have such strong memory of all those little things in life.
Rainy season also brings to me many bad memories, memories I would rather forget. It was in one of those rainy days in June, 1989 that there was a serious jolt to the little world I was living on. I was awoken to the stark reality of life which can be rather ruthless to the man. The world that I was living came tumbling down on me and changed me for ever and made me what I am today.A season when I left the place I called home for ever and forced me to move to newer surroundings and newer opportunities. A rainy season that thought me that nothing is static in life and change is the only real truth in life. A rainy season when I first knew that the world I was living in until then was only made of glasses to be shattered by the throw of a small stone. A rainfall that changed the life of my parents for ever.
As I grew up, I now have mixed emotions about rain. While always relish those wonderful memories of my childhood that the rain brings to my memory, it also brings those bad dreams constantly reminding me of what I have lost in life and what I have to do to faught it out and be successful and be the best in by life. Life is never ending and it beacons me with a lot of newer opportunities and dreams. Life beacons me with the invitation to get to know newer friends and near and dear ones. But the the chill of the rainy season will always be dear to me and the memories that it brings soothing and at the sajme time painful deep in my heart.

