Month: September 2016
It is amply clear from the voices I hear from Pakistan today that Kashmir shall never be sorted out bilaterally, diplomatically, militarily, or by a dialogue in the near future. The dialogue changes to a monologue when it comes to the stand on Kashmir. Both sides are convinced that it belongs to them and both sides can argue till cows come home that who did wrong, how and where, but never accept one’s fault in mishandling the whole situation. So be it. It is abundantly clear that it is now a problem of egos only. If we have to believe Pakistan, they had never sent regulars with the tribal’s to invade, fine. They blame Nehru to run to the UN, fine. We are carrying out violations of human rights in Kashmir, fine. They call them jehadi’s, they are not terrorists, fine. They will sponsor terrorism as state policy, fine. So let us grant Pakistan its due, and radicalize our thinking to defeat this pain in the wrong place. My thoughts may be totally off the mark, weird and insane, but to sort our issues out I think we got to think differently. My hatred for Pakistan though will never die, as the blood which runs in my veins is still Olive Green even after retirement. So read on my take, right-wrong time will tell, experimental it is and may make some sense to someone somewhere.
Let me start by the “Intelligence” first. There is actually no synergy in our intelligence gathering efforts. It is my gut feeling. Let us admit it, we need to change the mind set of one up man ship. Mantriji-Tantriji besides, let us be true to ourselves and the salt we eat of our country. Let it be for RAW, IB, MI and what have you. Let the best minds work together, let there be just one agency working on intelligence. Funds have never been an issue. If with so many years of experience we still hesitate to share timely intelligence, it is a shame. In fact let all intelligence be shared with all irrespective of the uniform otherwise what is the use of having so many agencies and so many funds. If we have a single agency dealing with it, and a single point contact, no intruder, no anti national can go undetected. We need a will and the pathway shall automatically be paved for effective, timely, and pin point intelligence. Then let Pakistan or Anystaan send anyone from anywhere, he should be in his grave before he sees the light of the next day. Period! Sounds outlandish, isn’t it?
My second suggestion is that let us have more army in the valley. Let us convert Rashtriya rifles to army. Let Pakistan cry about our additional deployment, let us seal as much as we can, and as effectively as we can. Then let us see how many infiltrations are successful. Let us force them to adopt other routes or other countries for infiltration. It will cost, and require too much of coordination. Before this terrorist is effective in the valley, he should be picked up and sorted out. In addition, let BSF just guard the border posts under command army in J&K. no BSF to be present in the heartland. CRPF should be centrally deployed on road opening duties under command army with reserves as a reaction team in every pocket and every district. CISF to take care of all installations of the state and centre including schools, but be deployed under command the army. There needs to be one agency giving orders, one agency responsible for all reactions in a particular area. J&K police to be for the protection of their state ministers and state assets. Traffic control, monitoring of road movement needs to be done by them under the Army. All Hurriat leaders need to be put under arrest with the army. Everything of theirs monitored first hand. There should be only one agency, ARMY, dealing with all aspects of deployment, defence, counter infiltration, anti infiltration, intelligence gathering, dissemination of information and executive orders in the valley. Then one needs to see the results. Too many cooks have spoilt the broth has been ongoing far too long. One commander, one leader, one aim, one focus, one mind set, to achieve a militant free Kashmir or what is left of kashmir in our hands. Let Pakistan keep making noises, it is our country, we decide what is best for us, and you can go count your bakras for the next eid for all I care. Period!
Let us make our own weapons, tanks, aircrafts, ships and submarines in India. No collaboration, transfer of technology, semi knock down kits etc. India made weapons, for Indian soldiers to use. Buy all latest from the world today, give a time line to DRDO that in next 5 years we want functional war machinery with state of art weaponry, MADE in INDIA and not via bhatinda. DRDO and their ilk have ensured that lakhs of crores have been blown in the wind and still we haven’t been able to make a suitable rifle, suitable aircraft or a suitable tank for this country. No Russian, American, Israeli, French, Czech or any other markings on any of our weapon platforms. We need therefore to manufacture all our ammunition right here, and modulate our production as per our requirement. We have all sorts of space and missile technology, there is no use launching satellites for Eritrea, if we can’t manufacture things for ourselves. Is China so good that it can develop systems for its defensive and offensive needs and we say we are 1.25 billion strong and can do just nothing? Let us make a system called the RAM BAAN, if it suits the government, but let it be a deterrent for the world. Let us make Pakistan spend on its defence budget in fear of India that if India so decides it will not care for world opinion, and will capture what it needs to capture at will. Hum se panga nahi lena ka, and bleed him by not letting him spend on development. Period!
We also need to have just two political parties, at all levels in India, unless we become decisive in our democracy, we shall keep sitting on our haunches and keep yelling that Pakistan has slapped us once again. We need a national consensus, and not a Cauvery consensus, or vadra consensus. We have to keep India first. MPs elected represent their people for the national cause. Keep them free from the state level politics. MLAs look after the state and state politics. Modiji, one more thing, sort out this damn bureaucracy, bring in the bureaucratic reforms. Till the time you have weak, illiterate, people from the religious communities, untrained in politics sitting in the parliament, then leave alone Pakistan, we shall be fighting for cows, and rivers. This country and its potential will be frittered away for castes, creeds, religions and state. One nation, one goal, one focus, India first. Period!
Last but not the least; please give the armed forces and its veterans their due. Tell me one occasion when these people have let you down. Internal aggression or external, from flood, famine to earthquake, to any natural or manmade calamity, this poor underpaid man, works with one aim in mind and that is India, India’s citizens, Indian integrity and India’s sovereignty. Lift him up Sir, boost him up, and give him the freedom to show you how he can do wonders. You put him in a backstage, treat him as an unskilled worker, don’t look after him when he is away from his family, neglect him when he loses a limb and shun him if he dies, rebuke him when he retires from service. What wrong has he done Sir? Boost him by giving him the best of weapons and protection. Give him the izzat he deserves then see. He lives and dies for one flag, he just wants to hear one sound resounding in the whole world, and let Pakistan hear its echoes reverberating and it is called JAI HIND!!!!!
© Noel Ellis
Today, I came across this beautiful quote on face book, and have been thinking about it since then. India has been the biggest giver I feel. I shall not quote history of our invaders from the Moguls to the British that is for historians to comment upon. I shall restrict myself to our partition into India-Pakistan and thereafter. Where should I start from, say let me start from Mr Mohammed Ali Jinnah. He was an Indian. Along with him we gave away thousands of acres of land, thousands of our Muslim brethren went away to live in peace, we gave 1/3 of our armed forces, but peace never prevailed. What did the takers give us, starting from the first war in 1947-48? They sent us train loads of bodies cut into pieces. We gave part of our Punjab and quite a bit of Kashmir, we gave our Bengal and still the taker wanted more. So with this as the background, I would like to like to discuss with you all as to what should be the limits set for this country called Pakistan, and what should be the time frame for such limits to be implemented. In fact, should be fix any limits at all? It has been close to 70 years and the takers are only demanding more and hurting us repeatedly.
This reminds me of the stray dogs in my colony, people start feeding the pups for various reasons, mostly pity. Then they grow up and start demanding for food. If you don’t give them food than our children coming and going to school are in jeopardy as they scare them like hell, and when you decide to shoo them away, they bark at you, snarl at you and some of them become so aggressive that they sometimes even bite you. Then you go running around to your management to do something about this menace. The management cannot put them to sleep as the animal right activists will go running to Ms Menka Gandhi. So one solution is to catch them and leave them as far as you can, but it doesn’t work, either they come back, or new dogs come and occupy their space. The second option is to neuter them, well it does work partially, as one odd is left fertile and is capable enough to extend his services for the next litter. Dogs do come in control by this method but are not eradicated. So somehow you learn to live with them. Yes there are a few of your neighbours, who will not stop feeding them and giving them those left over’s, so now instead of your verandah they find refuge in someone else’s garage. The problem of this dog menace stays? Everyone is concerned, most of us are scared, some deploy a person to shoo them away, many try to poison them on the quiet, but, dogs remain, some friendly, and most of them aggressive, ready to bite and snarl at a moment’s notice. Replace the word dog with Pakistan, do you find a similarity? I do.
We gave away 93000 prisoners of war, the taker forgot them. We give water from our rivers, the takers want more, and resist us using any of it. We gave them MFN status, they refuse to acknowledge it. We wanted to solve things through the UN, but they invaded and refused to go back. We want things to be bilaterally settled, they don’t want it and keep provoking by attacking us in URI, Pathankot, Gurdaspur, Bombay 26/11 etc. We were taken by surprise in 1965, we beat them black and blue in 1971, and they encroached upon Kargil and got a bloody nose when we went on a bus diplomacy trip. We had to lose so many of our soldiers in Kargil due to Pakistan’s nefarious designs and intentions to take more and more. We buried their soldiers with full military honours, as they refused to claim their bodies. In return, they mutilated the bodies of our pilots and jawans against the Geneva conventions. They cut off the heads of our soldiers and still have the guts and gumption to provoke us. They are causing us causalities by sending terrorists, while we offer to give them peace. They get nukes clandestinely, and now claim to be a nuclear state, because we gave them the far too much leeway then these people deserved it seems.
We don’t mess with their internal situation, but they have factories producing terrorists which they camouflage in guise of jehadis. They as a state policy support terrorism with the help of foreign monetary and military support. Russians have long left Afghanistan yaar, have some shame at least. So, our understanding that a stable and strong Pakistan is good for India is backfiring always and every time. We are losing soldiers; they are inciting people in Kashmir to revolt, knowing full well, that Indian stand is firm, that forget Kashmir talk about the rest. In the 1950s I learnt that they offered East Pakistan in lieu of Kashmir, what a mentality. We had to surgically then separate it as we could take no more refugees. These dogs will not leave our colony or the neighborhood. You shoo them away they will come back to bite you, you neuter them, some of them will always be left to multiply, so one has to think some way out. I agree with many of my friends who took an offence to my suggestion of going to war, well alright, giving them a fair chance and should we keep feeding such dogs, keep letting them occupy our garage, and still be bitten over and again. Well, it is time to do something different. Isn’t it?
When I was posted in Delhi, I remember being a duty officer sometimes in South Block. Believe you me; I was surprised to see a pipe hanging out of the window of the duty officer’s room. On enquiring from the duty clerk, it was shocking for me to know that this is for the late night or early morning pee because to go to the washroom, one had to pass through a congress of monkeys hanging from every wall inside south block. God forbid if you are carrying polythene, may be with your toothbrush and tooth paste, man, you were in for trouble. Many officers got injured, but we had to live with it. By the way, this place was very close to where Modiji sat till late at night listening to the armed forces point of view for settling this monkey called Pakistan. There was a counter to these monkeys, and a man used to be hired with a big black faced monkey called a Langoor. This hulk used to be let free against the monkeys. This guy used to create panic in their ranks, and one found the monkeys scampering from South block to North block and various other government offices. In fact, I used to think if we let them run our offices they will run it better, as I found the occupants of many chairs worse than them. Well, I used to forego my drink on duty nights for the fear of a pee and wait for the driver to come with a danda to take me home after I finished compiling all reports next morning. I had this encounter with monkeys twice, once I escaped, and once I “GAVE” my toothpaste which the bloody fellow enjoyed.
Well, choice is with us that either we keep feeding and giving this doggy/monkey shelter, or we hire bigger monkeys and ferocious dogs that can bite these bloody dogs/monkeys once in a while to induce fear. India has always been magnanimous and tolerated lot on nonsense but have we ever thought of neutering these dogs, if not time has come to set the limits, till the time you bark, we shall tolerate you, the moment you bite your balls will be chopped off. Is anyone listening, I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
© Noel Ellis
You know what, as I watch news discussions, I begin to laugh especially when everyone is discussing the options to be used against Pakistan. There are these diplomatic experts, then there are these foreign experts, we also have the economic experts, then how can I forget my defence experts, in addition we have a set of Pakistani experts and last but not the least our political experts. What a plethora and range of experts we have! If I start listing out their suggestions this article will run into as many pages as the experts I have mentioned, but that is not the aim today. I wish to put across why I laugh and why Pakistan laughs at us. Well, I laugh to suppress my rage against these experts and more so the moderators of the discussions. Why Pakistan laughs, you will have to read on to find out.
Let me start with the Pakistanis first, well lesser said the better. They have been playing the same broken record since 26/11 of total denial. Well good luck to them. There comes a time in one’s life that one knows that one has diabetes and there is a need to control this darling called sugar, but one remains in a state of denial. Then what happens, one or more of your organ fails, and may result in death or amputation. So my paki friends keep saying that they are not aware and you don’t care, when we are telling them that your disease is showing, take our suggestion or face the consequences. The more you delay it, maybe Balochistan may get amputated, or if you nuke us within your territory, as what you plan to do in case we invade you, that area will be no good for use to man or beast for centuries. We may lose a few tanks and its crew, but you will make your own land barren and infertile forever. You dare use nukes against any of our populated areas, my God, what will happen to Pakistan thereafter, well let your imaginations run wild. Till the time all this hullabaloo is on a TV show it is fine, when it shall come to brass tacks, dear Pakistan don’t even write your wills as there would be no one left to execute it. Period!
Now coming to our foreign and diplomatic experts, well they are people who have been ambassadors etc, they are knowledgeable people and speak sense, but are very diplomatic in their suggestions. They will give one suggestion with 20 consequences so by the end of their turn you are wondering should you do it or should you avoid it. But on the discussion one has to look intelligent and clued-up rather than the confused kind, so just agree to do what the diplomat has said, and then scratch your head, and leave it at that. They suggest everything, reveal nothing. They tell history from its genesis like a fairy tale, but then bring all other countries in between to leave you bewildered. So you seriously contemplate that this is how we were going to tackle Pakistan. Instead land up alienating China, from taking support of USA, who in turn would not let the Russians come though the silk route, to help poor Afghanistan which is left high and dry with no mai baap hoping UN remains no more defunct like always. Pakistan in the bargain gets blurred. Well done sirs, I wish I were a diplomat. I would have attacked Eritrea to conquer Pakistan because of back your channel talks. If you can’t convince then confuse is the principal I think.
A word about the dhotiwalas or the political experts, well they can’t move beyond Ammaji, Sonia ji Rahulji and Modi ji. Mufti ji till date is nowhere to be seen, I hope URI and the valley refers to J&K. Rahulji will give free bijli pani to all farmers of J&K, when Imran Khan comes to power in Pakistan, in case there is any of it left. He will provide charpoys to all Kashmiris as he can’t see them sleeping on floors of their houses. The various senas are sharpening their tools or may I say weaponry like the gaddas, bow and arrows for complete annihilation of terror camps. Then there are some who are ready to give their lanterns for illuminating the battle zone. AK said he will give the best non lethal weapon to the forces, called the JHARU. Ask the husbands who have been beaten by one, the red marks on the bums stay for quite a while. The UP ones have offered to give bicycles to all fujis, as they get tired walking up the mountain slopes as environment friendly transport. Some of them are ready to give their table clocks to be tied with all timed devices which will be used to explode at the time and place of our choosing. Well, one can only pity the politicians that after 70 years of democracy, there is nothing but “democrazy”. God save us from these topiwals and dhotiwalas, I just can’t stand them.
I have actually been missing the AMAN KI ASHA experts and all those who cry Human Rights. Well, India, we need to take a call, to tell these people now guys wait, let this cancer called Pakistan be sorted out, and we shall give you plush offices at Nariman Point and Connaught place. We all know cancer has no cure, partially it may be cured, it can be avoided if detected in time, and we have suffered 70 years and now decided to go in for chemo & gamma therapy, and in case if it needs removal of a portion of the affected area, so be it. We know cancer can recur, but let us not delay treatment any further. So you peaceniks and cry wolf folks, just hold your horses, till this surgery is over.
Coming to our military experts, my God, as an army man myself I was not aware of many of the military options, now I know it. I was not aware of how many tons of nukes would be sufficient to wipe off Pakistan, now I know it. I was not aware of the exact locations of many battalions, brigades, divisions and their roles; now the whole world knows it. Was I ignorant, or was there a sense of security when I was in uniform. Now, it appears to be free for all. Retired Generals are giving advanced warnings that a particular sector would be raided as if they are battle field radars (With due respect sirs). What are the options of the strike corps and holding corps being discussed on TV, I am shocked and amazed, and then started to laugh at my own self, that man, had you become a prisoner of war ever, you would have confused the Pakis thoroughly about the Indian Army. Rest assured after interrogating me their sense of direction with reference to north would have gone kaput and Pakistan would have landed up attacking Tajikistan or South Africa instead of India. Thank your stars.
Last but not the least, a word or so about the anchors, they think they are too smart and cunning, they think they are the people who will resolve the Pakistan issue like the snap of their fingers. They think that they will not disclose anything by camouflaging them in words and journalistic jargon. They say, look my news channel shall disclose nothing, but I will let the Politician, the General, and the Diplomat on the programme to disclose everything. I am not responsible for what they say, as I have cautioned all of them not to discuss any plans of war of any sort. May be it economic, diplomatic, or military option, but I would let the world know that yes this is the most likely option which India can take. They keep saying I am just suggesting it to the government, but finally it is left to Mr PM to decide what is best for the country, my foot dear anchors, you have done the biggest disservice to this nation, and so have the others. I can just laugh at myself, and keep laughing as when all my cards have been displayed on the table and having no clue of the opponents cards how do I win this hand. Gabbar Singh (name of one of my battalion waiters), Noel saab ke liye ek drink lagao!!!!!!!!
© Noel Ellis
My heart is churning since the time I got news of the Uri attack. My blood has been boiling since then, 21 of my comrades now lie in coffins ready to be dispatched on their never to return journey. It was the blackest day in the history of India & the blackest day in history of armed forces of India. My head hangs in shame as we could not prevent it. We as a nation are very far thinking, we are visionaries for the nation’s progress, we are crystal gazers for India to be a super power, but we are blind as far as the losses of the nation are concerned, we are sightless regarding the pride of our nation, we are spineless as far as Pakistan is concerned. In fact we are spunk less for our own fears what the world will think of a nation which was lead by Gandhi once. Well, then there were hardly any weapons, tanks, and missiles more so of the nuclear kind. I think times have changed. So our response needs to change and be in sync with the present and be drastic. We have offered our right and left cheek, they have been slapping our butts too.
Mao Tse Tung said “political power comes from the barrel of a gun”. But in India power comes from the KURSI you hold, rest don’t matter. Power is displayed only when there is a fight to grab votes for elections. Haven’t you heard politicians telling, ye election hamari akhri jung hai, Hum eri-choti ka zor lagadenge is larai mein, hum maidane jung mein apna best candidate utarenge, ye election nahi hamari izzat hai, etc etc. yaar, wake up, you buggers are chocolate cream soldiers, real soldiers die for the tri-colour. Here we have politicians chairing high level meetings, defence ministers rushing to the scene and tweeting, damn it, the military is capable, don’t make it walk with crutches by making a tamasha and showing the electorate you care. Half of the army will go in your protection and the balance will be just managing to keep a vigil. Stop this monkey business. Let us not dilute asli jung with political jung. Jin ka kaam hai jung karna unhe mazboot karo, unka morale high karo, unka gola barood upgrade karo, un ki facility barhao, tumhe apni kursi, aur petty politics ki chinta hai, paise banane ki chinta hai, apni tankha aur pension barhane ki chinta hai kewal. Desh aur desh ka sipahi gaya tel lene. Ab fiqr karna band karo, aur fiqr ka zikr bhi, ab action karo mere sansado, aur thori sharm karo, ek sipahi ki jaan beshkeemti hai, kash wo tumhara beta hota, tab pata chalta kaise khoon se barkraar rakhi jati hai is desh ki azadi.
Well let us do a cost analysis. Is it better to have a ruined family of a widow, a few orphans, a shattered set of parents, and a group of broken hearted friends? Or should it be the proud parents, a happy wife, smiley children, and friends waiting for the soldier to come home and share his stories. Is it better to dole out lakhs of Rupees to compensate the dead who can never be brought back, or is it better to look after him well while he is in service, or after he has put in his required mandatory service period by giving him a good pay packet through OROP and while in service the best in the pay commission. Our chest beating at home will continue, and our arrogant mantris and netas fooled by the babus will keep killing the spirit of the protectors of the nation. Jago desh wasio, sachai ko samjho, ye late jate hain vote ke liye, aur bik jate hain note keliye, or desh ke sipahi ko fenk dete hain raddi ki tokri mein. Ye neta na mere na is desh ke, ye neta sirf, bhashan, ration, singhason aur cash ke.
Have we ever estimated the losses in real terms since 1947 in J&K? What would have been the cost of war and losses had we taken all which was snatched by Pakistan in 1947 itself. Or say in 1971. Today we would have been in peace. Let us not bother of how much backwards we shall go in monetary terms friends, let us obliterate this worm called Pakistan off the map. This maggot has been drilling a hole in every nook and corner of our country and we have been just patching up and trying to be good to this gandi naali ka keera. Pakistan deserves no sympathy, and those who have sympathy for Pakistan or azadi deserve no place on our soil. Let them scamper off to wherever they want to. All traitors should be hung at lal chowk today. These Hurriat people definitely were in the know of the Uri attack, they deserve no mercy. India should execute all militants, so that all Burhan wanis who crop up here after are hung on one of the char chinars in dal lake. Make these executions public, for the world to see, make a court, do a trial, declare a verdict, to be hanged by the neck, till death, in public, telecast live on all channels. The Maoist also be warned, that you dare do such a thing, gallows are waiting.
I am burning inside, when I saw on you tube that the Pakistani side are saying that the timing is just before UN Gen assembly meeting to show Pakistan down, WTF. They say that India is orchestrating such attacks on itself like they did the Pathankot attacks, WTF. They say that after so much tight security where not even a Parinda ka maro par, how can 4 people infiltrate and carry out such destruction, WTF. We should now get the Pakistani ambassador to Srinagar, and hand him over the bodies, whether he likes it or not, accepts it or not. Mr XYZ here are your people, do what you want with them. Hand him over the recovered grenades, with the pin removed, and say enjoy friend play with these toys. Let the grenades be with compliments from the brigade commander. Give him a pistol to shoot himself, if he finds the Indian crowds coming to lynch him. Give him no time and send those ISI spies packing home today from Delhi consulate, with the bodies of these militants. Give him the addresses of the militants, which he can keep denying, and in case he doesn’t understand logic, burn the bodies in front of him. Burn them as they burnt our soldiers. Every militant hereafter caught, should be given a public hanging and burnt. Let all the mehboobas and muftis cry hoarse that we are going to alienate the Kashmiris. You are already alienated friends, now you need to be treated the right way. Abdullahs can take a shikara ride for all I care. You call yourselves leaders of people, how can these Dastards come in without you people knowing it. You are hand in glove with them. If you are not true to the motherland, leave this country, or else report such cowards to the security agencies. Get your mukhbirs on the job, don’t sit under Z+ security and become a tamashbeen. Do your job? Don’t just keep asking for funds and perks. Work for India. Work for Kashmir, work for insaniyat at least.
No doubt this was a well orchestrated, rehearsed, and planned operation, supported by the Pakistan military and the ISI. Muzaffarabad not being far from there, one should have anticipated it. The number of days these guys took to recce that area and no specific intelligence inputs from RAW or IB is not possible. The age old saying laton ke bhoot baton se nahi mante, goes for Pakistan which deserves a kick from all sides, and internally we need to kick all who faltered. Mr PM I don’t care about your ache din or no ache din slogan but I want bahut bure din for Pakistan, I want Pakistan to be isolated and annihilated economically, militarily, financially, and whichever way, but I want to see Pakistan buckling down to its knees and begging forgiveness. China-Shina I don’t care let them also try and burn their fingers in this fire. Kashmir was ours, we take it back. Baluchistan was never Pakistan’s; let us free it from its clutches. Let all terror camps be obliterated along the LOC, let all houses of hafiz saeed and mulla omar be raised to the ground. In better words, (NIST-O-NABOOD) kar do, hamara kya hoga hum dekh lenge, but once for all I want this cancer to be removed from this earth.
© Noel Ellis
There was a time when we all used to wait for AK to fire. Mystery used to shroud the next target, the excitement was continuous. Even the corrupt started thinking that should I leave today’s cut for AKs sake. It was a wonderful feeling, that here comes crusader “jo sab ki vaat lagane wala hai”. His closeness to Anna the great was a matter of envy. Believe you me I considered Anna to reform and transform India, and the tools of AK and KB were good enough to sort all the malaise of this country, but ye na hua. Then we saw our Great Gen sahib, who else but VK, going and whispering in the ears of Anna. Even the ISI could not decipher what was said in those meetings, but one thing was sure that if two ex servicemen meet and decide to do something, they do it. But nothing concrete happened. Now AK split and was his own “His Master’s Voice”, the drama of fasts, and breaking of fasts continued what a movement it was! My fellow veterans’ went to all maidans to experience the energy first hand and felt that now India shall change. I was skeptical even then. I am skeptical even now.
Soon came of the phase of AK 49, and lo and behold, bijili, pani sab maaf, safai at full swing, Discoms were shit scared to switch on fans in their offices as if it was Gabbar’s threat and the ransom laid on their heads by AK will put them into the clink the next day. That also didn’t happen. AK resigned and went for his Ganga dips, washed away his sins and came back to start his sins afresh. Naturally, once the previous sins were washed away, one could think of newer, costlier and deadlier sins. So he started to execute his party members for various reasons and especially all those who were not toeing his line, but maintaining an opaque transparency throughout. Admirals and stalwarts were shown the door before a new government could start. Many a scribes had joined him, and his confidence to handle the media increased day by day. Now the complete Modi sarkar was under fire. The breakaway republic of KB tried to wet her fingers in the muck of politics, not realizing that the muck was not water but acid, she got burnt, and is now recovering as an LG on a beautiful beach of Pondicherry, 500 miles away from home (remember the song 500 miles away from home folks).
Now AK 49 became AK 69, what an up gradation! It was like you were sitting in the luggage compartment you get upgraded to business class. The wagon R suddenly grew wings, and so did egos. Had it been any other state, AK would have transformed it, but he is in Delhi. So now the LG and NM are on his firing line. AK 69, actually declared independence from India. It was like the valley declaring independence. I wish AK could have gone to Srinagar and resolved those issues rather than creating a mini valley in the capital, well, let us leave it aside for the time being. A person, who has no idea of governance, rather than learning the ropes, started changing them from day one. Free wifi, cameras by the thousands, busses, odd-even, getting hold of private schools, and nothing beyond that was his priority. People initially took all these experiments at face value and cooperated wholeheartedly. But then he took a panga with the IG Police. Arey baba, security of Delhi is not only CM Delhi’s baby yaar can’t you understand simple logic, but with a one track mind, and Dharna politics, it was not surprising to see him lying on the roads. Well, you were slapped and inked, now be prepared for “chittars”.
In the interim, his Mantri’s started getting knocked out, for reasons well know, including the scandalous CDs of the interesting kinds. Now how does one divert attention, shout anti BJP, anti Modi, anti LG, this doesn’t work. So run away from Delhi to Punjab, or to a foreign locale. Media today is so smart; they will get you in your grave sir. So you feign illness, I believe that the reason given for your perpetual cuff (not cough) is your long tongue. I am tongue in cheek at this discovery and sincerely feel that it should have been cut to size long back, as in my view it was hanging too far, too long and throwing a lot of spit. Hope it relieves you of your foot in the mouth disease and you now concentrate on MCD, ya you understood correct, Malaria, Chikungunya and Dengue, besides the way Municipal Corporation is run. (I wish this disease would have something to do with Chicken, I learnt one spelling of a disease today) Poor Modiji kept harping of swach bharat, bimari free bharat, and under his nose he finds aswachta of the political kind. Get your act straight Mr AK. Now I have a very dear friend of mine whom you have expelled from the party. As I used to ask him are you ex NDA, which squadron, which course, I can’t ask him which party, and which constituency, as I just can’t see politicians and politics mucking my life. I want to keep my tan, man and conscious swach and prefer to be a mango man.
My feelings don’t end here friends. I want to address all the senior officers, Generals, Air Marshals, Admirals and Brigadiers who signed up for a cause which AK had given. With all due respect and courtesy to them, the thought was excellent no doubt, but Sirs, you were leaders of disciplined men, you were leaders of obedient men, you were leaders of dedicated men, you were leaders of loyal men, you campaigned and fought for your Izzat-o-iqbal and now you have accepted the leadership of a person, who except for his Dharna qualities doesn’t have an iota of the OLQs which you all have. I can understand that you want to do good for the nation, for the people, you feel for the needy and downtrodden, and you found him as source to fulfill your dreams. Sirs, the simple thought that I shall use the MLAs fund for all that is not going right in my constituency is understood, but try spending those funds. If I can make a rough estimate of funds released in white for a constituency, and money spent in black, it might be more than one year’s national budget. Fauji’s can’t generate such black money; faujis won’t touch such funds, unless the quality of fauji leadership has changed. To run an NGO for a cause close to your heart is better than running a political set up. I felt so bad when Gen Khanduri was removed from the Chief Minister ship. I felt like being cashiered and removed from command. It can happen to all of you, Ask Admiral Ramdas how he felt? There is still time my respected seniors, a humble submission and suggestion, that’s all.
I am totally disillusioned with AK, his team and his politics. I am sure this article is going to hurt a lot of people especially the AAP aspirants and many of those who are my school types and are looking forward to make a political mark. Sirs, again with due respect, start afresh, may be as an independent, but not with a rudderless, directionless, party leader, who in my opinion has cooked his goose in Delhi, Punjab and Goa are next in line. I am anticipating Presidential rule in Delhi which is not very far, though AK may get more ammunition to fire left right and center, but it would be deliverance from evil off the streets of Delhi. The perception he gives is of a very casual approach to things, but he is narrow minded, he is shrewd, he takes revenge, and appears very sweet and friendly on top. He will ditch one and all, even his best friend MS who is abroad on an educational tour if a situation so arises. I have no faith in either him or his leadership. Jagne wale jag jao, baki sab dharne par baith jao. Jai Hind!!!!!!!
© Noel Ellis
I remember during the Kargil days I was deployed in a God forsaken village somewhere near Gharsana Mandi. I had just got back from Staff College, fresh as a flower ready to bloom, but all the staff work and staff tables learnt at the college went for a six when it came to battle. When I reached the operational area, ammunition was all loaded and we were waiting for the balloon to go up. Imagine month of May, area around Ganganagar which breaks all records of heat in summers, I with my company were deployed around a barren sand dune, on the outskirts of a village. This actually was the shitting area of the villagers since ages, Imagine, just because of an INT NCO, who put a blue roundel to mark the company on a map, a class- A gazetted officer, ready to lead his company in battle, was told to camp in mounds of shit. I had to request the villagers to change their mine laying & firing direction as we would have been casualties of gaseous warfare and roasted alive before starting the war. I was lucky to have a KIKAR tree, basically a landmark for my buddy to wake the right person up with a cup of tea in the morning; otherwise this tree only had shade to hide a caterpillar.
Well, how the water issue cropped up was that there was a drain very close to my tent. The size was not more than one feet by one feet, which used to flow once a week, and it used to be bliss as my company in turns used to bathe in that trickle. I too could enjoy a dip. But this was too little for the entire cotton fields which it used to irrigate. So I decided to take a walk along this drain till I hit a proper canal about 4 kms upstream. One good observation about this walk was I found a nice shady place upstream, lined up with thick SHEESHAMs, an ideal place to beat the heat. Camouflage under the trees was good and I also knew Pakistan won’t dare to trouble me. This was an ideal place as my company was sitting ducks in the open fields where we had been deployed and we needed to shift at the earliest.
I walked up to the BM of the brigade one day. He did Staff College one course before me, sitting in his dug in tent, pondering over piles of paper counting bunkers and trying to wipe off his sweaty brow. He just refused to budge to change my location and started giving me all stories that your six figure grid reference has been given till command level and cannot be changed. I joked with him, hope he has not given the same to Benazir Bhutto who might land up for a cup of tea with me. I in the same breadth moved that dot of sticking tape to the new location just a kilometer away. He got wild, how dare you touch my map, put the dot where it was earlier, I said brother, now you pick up your bags and go till command HQs to now show the correct location of my company. My Int NCO had already gone to the ops room and changed my location on all markings he could lay his hands on. My CO also intervened, and we were moved in shade in June.
Farmers there used to fight like hell over water. Petty fights were a common scene with the choicest of Punjabi adjectives, which I added on to my private dictionary. The water was discharged for a particular time for a particular field; any one found violating had to pay a fine. Fine was no water next week from this SATMAHI (once in seven days). Soon I became the gaon bura of that “Chak” and evenings used to be spent resolving many small-small issues from private, to personal to water to school etc. I became their honorary colonel I suppose. One day I called all the panch’s over a cup of tea and told them the reason of less water flowing in the side canals. They had not desilted the damn thing since its inception 40 years back, so I gave them a choice, that I will continuously supply tea from my langar, you bring the milk, and the manpower to desilt it. Next day work started, with all able bodied men and women of the village, along with digging tools came over and within one week the drain started looking like a canal. BMPs had crossed over them like cake walk while we had moved in, now it was an obstacle. Anyways, we found a detour and another route in case we were to scramble for war.
Water started gushing in the fields; the whole village came and thanked me, and said how we can repay you for your gesture. I requested them to make two tandoors next to my langar and train my cooks. 5-6 ladies of the village got to work, and within two days the tandoors took shape, and within a week after seasoning the clay ovens with gobar, and gur my tandoors were ready to fire. I told the gaon bura that I will pay for the training of cooks who will seko the rotis, he said nothing doing. So every “issue” day, my cooks used to make tandoori rotis for the company. Believe you me folks, my consumption of atta doubled, and all the atta surpluses in the company rations evaporated. I had to cut down on rice, and enjoyed my Titars or fish with tandoori rotis in the evenings. By the way, my jonga always had its front mirror down, with my .22 next to me and my 8 feet fishing net with my radio operator behind, ready for action anytime. Good old days they were.
Thanks to the villagers and thanks to my cooks, the whole exercise was fun. My boys suddenly were full of josh once again, as we were just kept waiting and waiting for the war to break but it never did. In the evenings we all used to sit down near the langar, sing songs, dance, have a tot and enjoy the tandoori rotis. In fact we had to keep a rescue team ready on issue days as one odd chap used to fall into the canal, trying to balance himself on the makeshift bridge we had made to cross over towards the langar. If one fell, it meant that we were in high spirits and ready to bash on regardless. The water dispute of the villagers got resolved and that year they had a bumper crop of KAPAS, by just a simple solution, a bit of motivation and involvement of the people. Then why can’t this seasonal river called Cauvery and the people who are affected by its waters resolve their problems. I think they should, but are they willing to budge from their stands, I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!
© Noel Ellis
We in India are very fast to put the blame on the next chap for anything and everything. No one owns up to say yes this is where I went wrong, sorry, will not be repeated, take the punishment for it and finish the matter off. Well, India is a vast and democratic country, NO unity, only diversity, only race, only cast, only creed, only religion, only state, who cares for the tri-colour. So where is real India? Is it hiding in the ballot box, to be manipulated by the pellets and controlled by the bullet? This is what I think needs to be discussed. The ballot today is biased, the pellet today is damaging and the bullet if used today is alienating the public. So how do we address all these issues for India to continue on its path of progress?
In Karnataka everything which was Tamil or appeared to be Tamil was being destroyed. Poor buses, unsuspecting trucks and other small-small innocent looking vehicles were burnt to cinders for no fault of theirs. No one came to their rescue, the police was missing and so was the politician, the only witnesses were the hapless news reporters who could do nothing but report continuously on the deteriorating condition and plight of these non living organisms while they were being put to “Supurde-Khak”. What nonsense was that, the state which is crying for water was wasting water in millions of liters to douse fires. It was a shame to hear the elected personalities blaming it on the local sentiments. What did you gain by doing looting and arson, in your own state? I wish Karnataka forces had gone to war with the Tamil forces and brought back the water which the Supreme Court has ordered to be released in every container, mug, glass and bucket they could have laid hands on. Or else, buy all the mineral water that is available in Tamil Nadu to replenish Karnataka’s drinking water and use the river water for irrigation instead. It is shameful to see our learned countrymen, in a city famous for its brains, deciding not to use the upper storey to maintain peace and calm, to resolve issues amicably. Let me ask the custodians of law, what have they achieved by this, nothing is the answer. You politicians should be in the clink for inciting such violence, irrespective of the side which started it and irrespective of the party you belong to.
Now I must drift towards the pellets. Why were pellets not used here against all those who were doing goondagardi, hooliganism, loot and arson? Why no action was was taken against the inciters in the first place. Why were the taporis not handcuffed and paraded on the streets straight away for all to see that these are the hired goons of the local politicians. It would have set an example for all those who destroy Indian property. Why weren’t they treated in the same manner as you treat the Kashmiris in J&K? Why adequate amount of security was not mobilized to keep such mobs under surveillance, control and check? Where was the damn Karnataka Police? Why hasn’t the police chief been sacked till now? Why haven’t the MLAs been suspended for venting their sentiments through their representatives? Why isn’t the DC, SP of the areas been cashiered for allowing such a thing to happen? Anyone any answers. Or, Is this what is left of the Indian democracy? Well if this is democracy then it is time to change this democracy, tomorrow Punjab will stop the flow of water in Indira Gandhi canal and Rajasthan will be left high and dry as it used to be. Wake up!
Who brought the pellet guns for the CAPFs, was it the politicians, or was it the situation, or was it to tide over a situation the politician put pressure on the heads of the CAPFs to suggest riot control measures. With provisions in the bill to buy better and more effective stuff in the future. Delegations would have gone to all riot affected countries, meetings, seminars, case studies, basically temporary duties at the cost of the tax payers’ money. Now with issues with the pellet guns coming up in the valley, another set of officers would be going around the globe to find pepper sprays. Home ministry officials would lure the mantra ji saying boss the hospitality of “THL” country is very good that too with a wink, let us all go, have a ball, submit our tour report, recommend weapon “PepSpr-47” for induction in the valley. Mantra ji, you pass the bill in the parliament, by the time executive orders will be given, the item will be obsolete. Another fact finding mission will leave for the next trail as the governments will change. We will keep reinventing the wheel all over again, but we will not find a political solution to the issue for sure.
Now let me address the part last part called the bullet. Have we reached a stage where the ballot and the pellet fail always and every time? Has the state administrative machinery been rendered defunct? Has the internal security now become the primary aim of the armed forces today? Have the mantris and the babus proved themselves to be useless in each and every situation which has erupted in Haryana, Kashmir Karnataka or Tamil Nadu? Is this democracy? Is this the rule of law? Is this going to be the trend of the future? When it comes to the pay commissions & OROP, the armed forces are given a boot up their back sides, and when it comes to re-establishing peace and calm, the armed forces are again given a boot as they have no choice but to get the task done. The babu’s chuckle and the mantris give a sly grin. They stand on the side and watch the tamasha. The inciters become the audience, and the one who has his hands full in everything to keep the integrity of this country gets embroiled into a situation, started by the ballot, failed by the pellet and the forces pushed to use the bullet and earn a bad name. The mantri and babu get a pay increase for what they have not done. Isn’t it unfair, and unjustified?
Well ladies and Gentlemen, we live in a country where the power of the ballot is supreme, the people who use the pellets are slaves of kinds of the people who are our representatives, and the person who has to use the bullet, which he should use against the nation’s enemy is at the receiving end though he deserves much more. So my dear politicians, either you mend your ways, or you amend the constitution, but don’t make a mockery of this country that for a few thousand liters of water, a million liter of water is wasted to douse a fire, and millions of rupees worth of property is destroyed right in front of your eyes. Who has suffered in the bargain, is the common man, who has to commute by these busses to his work place every day. The truck driver, who would have a loan to repay and was penalized for delivering goods to your state or was just transiting by; sufferer, is the common man who unfortunately hired a Tamil Nadu registered truck, to shift his luggage from West Bengal to Kerala where he stands posted. You damn politicians, is this your sense of democracy? Stop raping democracy every day forthwith. Hope some good sense prevails, hope we as Indians unite and select good people to represent us and not these goons who have no idea of the suffering of a common man. Will my idea work, I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!
© Noel Ellis
I was watching news yesterday and found a person called Shahabuddin released on bail after 11 years in the clink. Well it appeared to me as if it was President Obama’s entourage was visiting Bihar or was it Tihar, but definitely seemed like a VVIP movement. I am not going to get embroiled as to whom did he murder or rape or for that matter how much did he allegedly extort, but what catches my attention was his fan following or is it his goons following. Well, I am amazed that in this country a criminal coming out on bail is news, an actor coming out on parole is news. I speak with not much knowledge on the subject, but I speak of what I perceive this subject to be.
Let me start by a tender notice being issued by a government organization to buy glue, or duct tape of 3.274 cms x4.19 cms of xyz quantity. My issue is what this has got to do with President of India. Is the requirement legal? As if President is going to use all that glue to bind the country together and the duct tape to gag the politicians who speak too much. Yes, tenders are floated on behalf of President of India, I am sure a lot of paperwork must be going through to inform the President about it, as if he is interested and he cares. Imagine, our country still continues to follow age old traditions like these as if tenders were invited on behalf of Viceroy of India. In fact half the private aircrafts still carry the numbers such as VT-349, where VT stands for Viceroys territory. WTF! Will somebody change these? I shall allow the President to remove the gags when amendment to this bill is passed in parliament by voice vote.
See, I drifted again. Well, I started off with a criminal out on bail. The courts would have gone through a process, lower court, high court then Supreme Court pronouncing judgments, but where is the justice? Does it take 11 years to prove what this fellow did or didn’t do? I must use the word honourable courts before I am sued for disrespect of law. The judge, honourable judge decided to give him the liberty to go on bail and start his goonda raj once again as it is evident. Why, is my question? Why cannot a case be time bound? What should the justice seekers suffer for so long just to hear that this man is out on bail to conspire to restart his nefarious activities again, that too on a bond of 50000 rupees or whatever the amount would have been fixed by the courts? I know Kanoon andha hota hai, but goonga aur behra bhi hota hai, or if I may put it that the law of our land is specially abled. “VIKLANG” is a derogatory word I suppose to be used for the “kanoon ke rakhwales”. “Slaves of the law books” is a better term I think.
I have my reasons to be so crude and unjustified in my thoughts. The reason is simply delay, delay and more delay. Crores of cases are pending, how can so few judges dispose so many cases. Well Me Lord and Me ladies, you all know that we have a community of lawyers, who are waiting at the gates of the courts like vultures looking for Mugras and Bali ka bakras like me, to run their own kitchens. If you go for a notary to the courts today, besides the value of stamp paper and the typing fee and the babu. I love to watch the babu sitting on a dilapidated bench, with a typewriter, thank god for the invention of computers. Have you ever seen a keyboard of the typist in the court, it is glistening and is clean as a slate because all the alphabets and figures have been beaten so badly that they no longer appear. I will give the PITMANs prize, if you can sequentially name the keys. You look at the Enter key, poor thing takes the maximum beating, depending on the mood of the typist and his urgency to finish his job. The space bar appears to have moved into space, the shift key keeps shifting, Oh my! I love these typists, they are fast, very fast and dare I say they make a mistake. Hats off to all of them! Every language has a specialist, it could be in English or any vernacular language, and his /her speed will be faster than a jet, breaking the sound barrier every time on hitting the key called ENTER. In fact all courts function only because of them; if they don’t type you don’t get a judgment.
You name an issue, from divorce, to theft, to succession; he will produce a template and modify it so fast that Adnan Sami will accept defeat as I believe he is the fastest key board player. One more thing my lawyer friends keep telling me is to produce a damn thing called affidavit, that too on a stamp paper of a particular denomination. From change of name to a gas connection, name it and it needs a stamp paper. Telgi saab lagaoed lot of tel to everyone, and left the lawyers to lagao choona to us. Why are these needed? Why can’t things be done away with? It is food for thought friends.
I don’t understand this game of law, a thief caught red handed is arrested by police, an FIR is filed (if it is filed), police eat from both sides, then produce him in front of a magistrate, who hears his case. The thief is given a fair trial, and given a lawyer if needed, who twists the whole issue as if the complainant invited the thief home, and while leaving gifted him with what he is accused of stealing. The thief pleads not guilty, he is sent to judicial remand, in the mean while the police haunt all and sundry in the neighborhood of the crime scene that even the street dogs refuse to leave their mark on the tires of the police gypsy fearing that they might be arrested. The trail continues, verdict is given, the criminal goes to jail, by then he tells the lawyer, that your fees shall be doubled, who goes to the next court and applies for bail, the convict, moves freely, does what he is good at doing, not himself but indirectly, keeps paying the lawyer, who keeps getting “tareekh par tareekh”, and this fellow who now is a celebrity of sorts destroys what is left of the person who reported the theft. The thief is found guilty by the next court, sent to jail again, but the case is reopened and re-appealed, now by a well known lawyer who is member of a political party and transforms the case back, in the mean time the wife of the victim passes away, his cat commits suicide, his car gets sold off paying the lawyer’s fees, and at the end of the trail, the thief goes scot free as it is proved that he had no malafide intentions of stealing. All this takes 30 years, the thief in this duration, got married, had children, one becomes an engineer and one goes abroad for MBA. At the end of it the chap who lost his stuff says, “hamme apni judiciary mein poora bharosa hai”, poor chap dies at the age of 75 suffering a massive heart attack, on seeing the thief’s Mercedes driving into his lane. Have I written a film story or what?
Well ladies and gentlemen; I come from a breed called soldiers. Justice used to be delivered on the spot. A militant spotted, meant that he would be in a coffin by the end of the day. A jawan with a personal problem and needs to attend something at home will proceed on leave with the fastest means. Decisions were taken instantly, justice was done fairly and squarely, right there, while under fire in adverse weather conditions and situations. But, Me Lords and Me ladies, can you process things within reasonable time frame or are you going to remain slaves of the colonial system. I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!