|
Some indications are available from Minister of Industry Mr Bodh Raj Bali that everything possible would be done to modify the enhanced power tariff so that industry does not suffer anymore. This clearly shows that problem is appreciated but some sort of egoism and overzealous officialdom continues to play havoc with the people and industry alike. All types of hypothetic and flimsy statistics are prepared as footnotes for okay..... more If the country has to enter the next millenium with confidence to become an economic and military giant by the year 2020, all protagonists of Swadeshi agenda within the BJP and its alliance partners besides those crying hoarse in other parties must be sidetracked......more |
A
mantra of Baba Amte, and what it has meant to my friend By: Arun Shourie So,
what happened in the accident?" I asked my friend,
Vivek Phadnis. It was late in the evening. I was in
Nagpur. I had needed.. ......more Historians are still
debating over the part played by arsenic in the death of
Napolean, when he was kept under arrest on ....more India has live borders touching Pakistan, China, Bangladesh and Mynamar. . ......more |
|
EDITORIAL Some indications are available from Minister of Industry Mr Bodh Raj Bali that everything possible would be done to modify the enhanced power tariff so that industry does not suffer anymore. This clearly shows that problem is appreciated but some sort of egoism and overzealous officialdom continues to play havoc with the people and industry alike. All types of hypothetic and flimsy statistics are prepared as footnotes for okay from the cabinet. In the process it is the political ruling leadership that draws massive flak and earns the ignominy of being unresponsive and irresponsible Government. They have least concern for the common man or the industry. Their one point pursuit is to outscore their contemporaries somehow. In doing so the concept of adding zero after zero becomes the major theme and thrust. Little they realise that zero plus zero is zero and more than that anything multiplied by zero also becomes zero-politically, financially and ethically. Some examples of responsive Government and authority in identical fields are available to bring home the point more convincingly so that rational policies which have got to be people-friendly outplay egoistic and overzealous pursuits. Like J&K State, the largest State of Uttar Pradesh also went in for massive hike in power tariff which brought great distress to consumers of all hues-domestic, industry and farm sector. There was enough of criticism of the ill-advised hike at a time when astronomical rise in prices coupled with economic slideback in general would have aggravated the problems to cause immense harm to the people as also to the economy. UP Government it must be appreciated was very quick to respond and did not sit on prestige. It has thus abandoned the announced hikes in power tariff and instead agreed to the advice of the consumers to streamline power distribution, regulation, revenue collections and improve general efficiency of the power department. The gains from such pursuits would be no less than what would have accrued from the massive power hike announced by Kalyan Singh Government. That is being a good boy and responsive Government which responded positively and appreciated the difficulties to which every section of society would have been exposed had the enhanced tariff come into force. Another example is available from the equally ill-advised move of Telecom Regulatory Authority which suggested anything from 100 to 350% hike in various charges on telephone services. But Parliamentary Committee of the Ministry of Telecommunication rejects it outrightly with the remarks that such massive hikes are counter productive in an expanding regime when telecom is slated to make large strides. Instead the Committee suggests moderate annual hike not exceeding 10% of existing charges so that ongoing expansion reaches every nook and corner of rural India as acceptable proposition and consumers of all hues are not put to excessive financial load. Instead the stress ought to be on streamlining, better management and judicious utilisation of money earned from the services at existing rates. All the above instances, namely Industry Minister's appreciation, UP Government's cancellation of proposed hike and snub for TRI from Parliamentary Committee point to just one and one thing and that is none is in mood to go for enhancement of any tariff. If that does not convince our State bosses both political and bureaucratic, then they better understand the massive debacle suffered by BJP and its alliance partners on price-hike and bureaucratic, then they better understand the massive debacle suffered by BJP and its alliance partners on price-hike issue in the recently concluded State assembly elections. The special debate on abnormal rise should serve reminder to the rulers of this State that people are in mood to allow the Government, be it in the States or the Centre, to go for any further hike in any sector. Sagging economy, loss of purchasing power, stagflation and under production in all vital sectors like agriculture, industry and exports make it obligatory on all States and Central Governments not to play with the hapless people anymore. The massive power hikes announced by the State Government to be effective from this month, further hike from April 1, 1999 and yet another poisonous doze from April 1, 2000 suggests that someone is out for the April Fool game. Let there be an end to all such injudicious moves that defy logic, that add to the woes of the people, that chokes the industry beyond redemption and that in any case might not improve anything. Instead, Chief Minister Dr Farooq Abdullah should follow the prescription of Uttar Pradesh Government for streamlining, improving efficiency, regulation and above all stress on recoveries and recurring revenue. Such course would indeed augment the revenues. As things improve and scenario becomes conducive to absorb hikes, not more than 10% annual hike be allowed. That is being positive, responsive and indeed people-friendly from whom popular Government derives its sustenance. If the country has to enter the next millenium with confidence to become an economic and military giant by the year 2020, all protagonists of Swadeshi agenda within the BJP and its alliance partners besides those crying hoarse in other parties must be sidetracked. Isolation when the password is global interaction has never paid any dividend to any country. Liberal approach makes the money move either way and in the process everyone reaps its dividend. That explains why non-performing assets of our banks continue to lead to higher interest on credits to make everything costly. Rajiv's concept of taking the country into next century with massive modernisation of technologies and infrastructurals definitely holds as much good today as when he mooted these and gave it head on start. Rapid strides in computeronics, notably in software technologies, space and other fields in fact are largely attributed to his initiatives. The fact remains Narasimha even though dumped by Rajiv as a man of no consequence in the ruling hierarchy carried forward the liberalisation. It earned the forex starved country that pawned its gold to Bank of England during Chander Shekhar's short spell large reserves of over 20 billion dollars as also got the pawned gold released. To be precise even UF Government with P Chidambaram as Finance Minister continued with liberal regime despite strong reservations and objections from its UF constituents notably 51 MPs strong leftist group. Vajpayee is likewise on course to make India global giant of IT notably software with which are also related our nuclear, space and other sophisticated developments. Only two aspects are to be taken care of. First, to provide level playing field to Indian industry. Second, not to allow India become dumping ground for all obsolete technologies and equipments. Otherwise, liberalisation has to be the password and zealots of swadeshi prescriptions are to be isolated and made to go through economic history of past and contemporary economics. |
||
A mantra of Baba
Amte, and what it has meant to my friend So, what happened in the accident?" I asked my friend, Vivek Phadnis. It was late in the evening. I was in Nagpur. I had needed to consult some professionals. I had not known anyone. As usual, I had telephoned Vivek for guidance and help. "As usual," I just wrote. That is literally true. I first met Vivek about ten years ago. It is through him that I got to meet Baba Amte. I soon discovered that Vivek was an exceptional person -- the very soul of helpfulness. Though beset with all the constraints and difficulties that dog us in middle -life, he and his wife, Neela, were always helping others. This time round, the entire day had been spent in a meeting with the professionals whom Vivek had enabled me to consult. Not only had he enabled me to contact them, not only had he driven me to their place, he had sat through six hours of discussions on matters which could not be of any concern to him. At last, we were back at the guest house. Vivek had put on a little weight since we had last met. In place of his right arm was an empty sleeve tucked into the pocket of his kurta. It was only because I asked that he began to recount what had happened. It was my turn to sit riveted, wonder-struck. Here is what he told me. I had spent three days with Baba [Amte] at Kasravad [on the banks of the Narmada where Baba Amte has been camping for years in protest against the Sardar Sarovar Project]. They had been marvelous days. Baba in full force, and me at my receptive best. I left Baba at about 6.30 AM on 8 February, 1994. I boarded the bus for the journey back. I thought I would catch the train from Jalgaon to Nagpur. But an uncle of mine at our native place, Edalabad, had been feeling a little upset that we had been able to go for a family wedding. Should I go and meet him before returning? I was in two minds. Edalabad was not far from Jalgaon. On the other hand, I was very tired. But when our bus stopped at Jalgaon, I noticed that the bus for Edalabad was standing right next to it, ready to leave. I changed buses. It was around 4 in the afternoon. About 15 kilometers from Edalabad, about a kilometer or two from Varangaon, a truck tried to overtake the bus. It hit the bus towards the rear. The bus lurched. It strucks a large tree. Right at the spot where I was sitting. The windows pane crashed into me, as did the metal of the windows sill. There was commotion. Everyone trying to get out. What is this?, I thought as I looked at my chest -- a sort of lump of flesh was lying across it. Someone has got seriously hurt, I thought. I reached out to lift my brief case. It was then that I realised. My right arm had been completely cut off. Just the top was dangling, limp. "Now, Vivek, you are completely all right," I told myself as I moved my left hand and arm. "You have lost only one arm. The left hand is perfectly all right." I felt my head. It was completely all right. "You have no injury to your head," I heard myself telling me. I got down. I tell you, Arun, I was completely in control. I was completely focused. I had regained complete control in just two or three seconds. Not at that moment, not once since then have I ever felt the slightest remorse. Nor have I ever felt the slightest guilt or self-pity. Or anger. I got down. After the commotion subsided, people crowded round me. I must have presented a very gory sight. I didn't realise. But I felt something warm trickling down the side of my face. I tried to wipe it with my left hand. It was blood, a lot of it. "What is this?", I asked. Someone said, "Sir, your ear." The outer lobe was dangling, blood was oozing out of it. Everyone was just standing round, gaping -- as if transfixed. My name is Vivek Phadnis. I told them. I have lost my arm. I may faint -- so please write down what I am telling you. My name is Vivek Phadnis. I am from Nagpur. The name of my wife is Neela. Our telephone number is...... My blood group is..... I am originally from Edalabad. Please take me to [Bhusaval is a major junction of the Central Railway]...... But they were just standing around. No one had made a move to write down what I was telling them. I reproached them. Don't you see, I have lost my arm. I may pass out any moment. Please write down What I am telling you. The doctor will need to know all this. I began dictating again..... Only to see that they were still standing around. I lost my shirt. Here, I said, get me that brief case. Now take this paper and ball-point, and, for heaven's sake, WRITE. My name is ..... take me to Bhusaval...... I have a friend there, Dr. Kelkar. He has retired as a surgeon from the Railways. His son is a practicising surgeon. He runs a nursing home. Take me to it. I also have a relative ---- Dr. Ekbote. He is the anesthetist at the Railway Hospital there. Get me to them somehow. A car stopped. The doctor of the Primary Health Centre at Varangaon, a Doctor Patil, was returning from Jalgaon. Seeing the crowd and the accident, he stopped. Then he saw me. He administered first-aid. He rang up the local MLA. "What, Phadnis? Vivek Phadnis from Nagpur? The family from Edalabad? I know them. Take the jeep. Do whatever has to be done. Get him to Bhusaval." Throughout, I was completely focused. In fact, I was the one who was giving heart to Doctor Patil --- "Don't worry, I am not going to die..... You can see my BP is normal, I can feel it...." -- and suggesting what needed to be done. We reached Bhusaval around 8.30 PM. Learning what had happened, Doctor Kelkar rushed to the vehicle. He asked the staff to fetch a stretcher. But why?, I asked. I am perfectly all right, I said. I got out of the vehicle and walked into the nursing-home. Soon, Doctor Kelkar decided that I should be shifted to the Railway Hospital. As Ekbote's relative you can be admitted there, he said. We arrived at the Railway Hospital. Again there was the same commotion. But I don't need to be carried, I told them. I walked into the hospital. Are Baba, get it over with soon, I told the doctors. Amputate the arm. There is no point is dragging this out. But there was the usual delay. The operation theatre has to be disinfected, they said..... What should we do in the meanwhile?, I asked . Gossip about old days, I said myself. And so, while the place was being prepared, Doctor Kelkar and I talked of our childhood and the years we have spent together. For long. Having been informed about what had happened, Neela rang up. Well, he seems to be all right, the younger Kelkar told her. My father and he have been talking, they are still talking -- of their childhood together. Eventually, what was left of my arm was amputated around 11.45 that night. The next morning, my uncle and the rest of the family arrived in an entire bus from Edalabad. And they began weeping. No crying, please, I told them. On the 12th, I was headed back to Nagpur. To a hero's welcome! Two-three hundred persons had come to meet us at the Railway Station. Arun, I can tell you my life would not have been complete without that experience. Because during those hours, I touched something. At no point did I feel the slightest pain. I did not feel the slightest fear. I did not feel the slightest remorse. Not the slightest guilt. Not the slightest pity for myself. Not the slightest anger. Now, that wasn't Vivek. I know myself. I know that on several occasions I have been gripped by fear at much less. But this time there was no fear at all. I was saved by Baba [Amte], by Jedu Krishnamurti. I felt Baba was walking at my right. Krishnamurti was walking at my left. I was saved by those disabled persons I have been seeing for fifteen years at Anandvan [the wondrous settlement that Baba Amte has set up for the cure and rehabilitation of leprosy patients]. "You have just lost one arm.", I was telling myself. "Your left arm is perfectly all right. There is absolutely no injury to your head....." throughout, I was completely focussed. I completely in control. I told them, ring up Baba [Amte] and tell him of the accident. As you know, Baba never writes anything in his own hand. But he made an exception. He wrote me a letter. Not on these we use. Just on a scrap of paper. "Think not of what HAS left, "Baba wrote. "Think of what IS left." And he wrote a stanza from one of his famous poems: Shrunkhala payi asudhe Meen gati che geet gayi Dukh udhdaayas aataa Aasvaanaa ved naahin...... Chains shackle my ankles, true. Let them be. I continue to sing the song of the future, of progress. True, sorrows envelope me. But my tears have not the time to wallow in them..... "I want that to be your garjan ---- your roar -- to the world," Baba wrote. It wasn't me. It was an energy. No one else was injured in the least. The bus had hit the tree at just the point where I had been sitting. I had tried to move the windows pane earlier in the journey. But had found it to be jammed. The glass and metal had impacted just on my arm, they had cut it clean. That and the ear, apart from them nothing had been hurt at all. That is why I joke, "I am not handicapped," I say. "I am hand-picked! It as if someone said, "Go, get me his hand!" Vivek had narrated all this simply. He is incapable of affection. I had sat mesmerised. There are many physiological explanations. Sudden and intense shock acts as an anesthetic. It switches off the areas in the brain that would register pain, the synapses that would transmit it. Persons who suddenly lose a limb, those who have a limb amputated, often feel that the limb is still there, and will often move to perform a task with it. The body and brain take quite some time to register the loss, and not move automatically to get work out of the limb. All this is well documented in medical literature. The intense lucidity in such a trauma too has been documented. For our survival through the vicissitudes of life, the twin psychological truths of Vivek's feeling: 'Baba saved me, Krishnamurti saved me. All those disabled persons I had been seeing for fifteen years in Baba's company -- they saved me. I said to myself, "Vivek, you are perfectly all right. You have lost just your right arm. The left arm is perfectly all right. There is no injury to your head...." Because Vivek had seen so much suffering at first hand, because he had identified with the afflicted, when the accident happened his reaction was not about the terrible loss he had suffered -- it was that, compared to what he had seen others suffer, this was a fraction. That this was his automatic reflex, that the reflex consumed and ruled his mind all those hours is a tribute to him --- it shows how deeply he has identified with those he has observed and helped. The other side is just as important. When we are afflicted -- by leprosy in the case of the residents of Baba Amte's Anandvan -- we are endowed with the capacity to help. That those inmates bear their leprosy with such dignity, that they eke out joy even from that conditon, that in spite of such an affliction they lead lives of purpose, leaves an imprint on those who come in contact with them. It sustains them -- even through trauma. Hence, the twin lessons. To serve those who suffer is to weave oneself a protective coat -- when the blow falls, that association will help us by placing the hardship that has befallen us in perspective. On the other side, when we bear misfortune with fortitude, we transform the affliction into a power --- the power to heal and sustain others. |
||
|
| home | state | national | business | editorial | advertisement | sports |