Delhi

In spite of living near & working in Delhi for quite some time now, Delhi never ceases to find newer means and ways to amaze me.

Today, after I got on one of the notorious blue-line buses on my last lap to office, I realized to my horror that I was 50 paise short of the minimum fare of Rupees 2 – in loose change, I mean.

With a confident demeanour, which I hoped would carry me through, I handed over the two coins – 1 rupee and 50 paise – to the conductor, who looked every inch a worthy specimen of the perpetually unwashed species of blue-line conductors. “Aath aane kam hain, agle stop tak jaana hai (The change is fifty paise short but I have to get down at the next stop itself)”. I presumed he would grant my intentions a benefit of doubt and would waive me through. After all, I hoped, I didn’t look a person who would lie to save a pittance.

Instead, he looked disdainfully at the 50 paise coin, glowered at me and barked – “Pachaas Paise ka sikka nahin chalta bhaisahab, Is mein to ek paani ka gilaas bhi nahin aayega” (This coin won’t do, won’t even buy a glass of water). I was stumped! Of course, I had no choice but to fork out a 100-rupee note for want of a fifty-paise coin.

But, “Nahin Chalta!” Now, what does that mean? As far I understand, a 50 paise coin does represent a perfectly valid, if probably the smallest, denomination of the legitimate Indian national currency (correct me if I’m wrong). There is absolutely no reason why it would not be acceptable as a bus-fare when it does work in even the swanky malls and cineplexes.

Put this person in any other Indian city and chances are, he would calmly ask you to look for another 50 paise for the full fare. But here in Delhi, it is beneath his dignity to acknowledge the existence of any coin lesser than a 1-rupee.

I remember around 2 years back there was a brief period during which there was a short supply of new currency notes. At that time, the whole of northern India accepted even torn notes, preserved in a stapled polythene pouch. But could any self-respecting Delhi-wallah stoop to so low a level? Never!

I am amazed how, in Delhi, which is the national seat of government, could these perfectly valid instruments of governance and finance be refused for no valid reason but just for a lack of their aesthetic appeal? Or is it plain “Size does matter”? I am amazed.

Towns

I am today back from Meerut, which is a bustling town around 60 kms from Delhi on the Dehradun Highway. It is an important town of the Western UP, which seems to be much revered by the rest of UP majorly due to its proximity to Delhi, the national capital. It is also an important military center, dating back to the Raj times.

For me, however, this town is a chaotic testimony to a total lack of any urban planning and civic sense anywhere around us. Whatever good the numerous Five Year Plans might have done for us, a planned & decent urban structure was certainly not one of them. We, as a nation, have had no idea how to raise good cities for a better living. It is probably a result of assi–pratishat–janta– gaon– mein– rahti– hai mindset.
To my mind, any Indian town, however small it might be, has got a distinct character and history, which could be developed upon beautifully. Unfortunately, we have neither been able to preserve our villages to their pristine beauty nor create good cities out of them.
All we have done is to create numerous clones of a handful of our important cities and metros. Every town and kasba is desperately rushing to transform itself from an ugly duckling to the nearest swan of a glitzy metro. Rest later..

Tolerance

For quite some time now, the sociological landscape of India has been streaked with an intolerant red.
All of us have been hearing about the opposition to films like Fire, Water etc.; about the vandalism in Hussains picture gallery; attacks on historians for their views (rather facts) about some reverd men of yore and more recently about christians' oppostion to the movie "Sins". I always took it as a frustrated action of fringe groups - you felt bad about it but there was nothing you could do about it.
Today, I realize yet again how much damage our collective psyche has taken when I learnt that the Sikh community has reacted adversely to a scene in the recent movie "Shabd". Sikhs - the quientessential jovial "papajis", loved by all for their rustic humour and in equal breath admired for their bravely, chivalry, have been offended by an innocent scene.
What does one say?

3rd March 2005

hi everybody
after much trepidation, i am finally on to this band-wagon called blogging. still am not sure how it works but then, i have made a start.