Whispers Forum — 30 Jun 2018
DEBATE
Ajit Jogi who is 1970 batch IAS officer is really successful. He achieved the post of CM in Chhattisgarh.
P C Jain
Golden bitch!
We were classmates as well as batch mates in provincial civil services, though my friend got in its allied services. My friend was from very humble background but had vibrant confidence sometimes bordering on ego exhibiting shallowness of his very being. After joining allied services, his confidence turned into visible arrogance and vain-glory. He started speaking in English and Hindi only and snapped contact with his many friends and relatives. Gradually, we also contacted each other on very rare occasions. He invited me to his marriage, which was solemnized with the daughter of a very rich businessman politician. After his marriage ,he got posted on one of the most prestigious and considered to be highly lucrative post on the most important Barrier. Since his place of posting was near to Chandigarh and i was also posted in Chandigarh, his phone calls tom revived and gradually increased.
One of the most dreaded and honest IAS officers of that era of 1970s was posted in the department ,which had turned into the main revenue yielding instrument of the state.He would work day and night to increase the revenue and also to mitigate the corrupt practices in the department. He would frequently inspect the Barriers, sometimes very early in the morning and sometimes at midnight. The officers and officials ,who had got themselves posted at the Barrier with big recommendations and big money were all terror-struck. He had got many of the wrong doers suspended and also got criminal cases registered against some, from whom the bribe money given by a decoy was recovered. He had also ordered that any official working on any Barrier would not keep more than 100 rupees in his wallet, while he was on duty.Not only the Barrier started giving the look of an eerie place, but the happiness also took flight from the erstwhile ecstatic houses of the govt functionaries working at the Barriers.
My friend often invited me to his office at the Barrier for a cup of tea. Once ,when i was going towards Ludhiana, i stopped at his office to see my friend. He was not there, but his subordinates told me that he was around and would come in the office shortly. I made myself comfortable in his extremely dirty ,disorderly and unkempt office. From the appearance of the persons working there and their curiosity and worry exuding body language indicated that something had gone amiss at the there. My friend appeared after 10 minutes with anxious face feigning happiness at seeing me. He tried to entertain me with tea, samosas etc, but he could not conceal his anxiety. He very hesitantly told me that one bitch was not traceable, so everyone was worried. I simply asked as to what the bitch was doing in the Barrier and why its absence was making everyone jittery there. He then very reluctantly confided almost inaudibly ,nearing himself very close to me, ''You know a new Hitler has been made head of our department and since his joining, our bribery had almost stopped initially. But the sharks at the top were not amused and they wanted their share come what may.As the necessity is the mother of invention, one of my subordinates started domesticating a bitch ,who was a regular visitor here. He would feed it bread, meat and milk at regular intervals everyday .At the distance of about one furlong from here, there was a cattle shed of an old and poor farmer. He would take the bitch there and tie her with a chain. After some days ,the plan started working. The truck and other vehicle owners would hand over the bribe to a person ,who was made to sit at a distance. After his pockets were full, he would go to the cattle shed and empty his pockets in the bag which was hung from the neck of the bitch. The experiment was very successful and happiness, once again, was visible all around. This is breeding season, nobody knows how the bitch got her chain loosened and ran away with other dogs in the very presence of our most agile sewadar. At that time 45000 rupees were in the bag around her neck.'' I had a very hearty laugh at the innovative brains present there. As i was about to leave, a very fat inspector with hoarse voice very excitedly announced, ''Sir, Lury has come back, everything is safe. ''Lury was the name given to that bitch. I heard loud voices amidst my laughter, ''vadhai hove, vadhai hove.'' I was also pitying and wondering at that Hitler, who might be feeling very proud of his exploits in the department and victory against the corruption.
Surinderjit Singh Sandhu, Amritsar
Public anger works
Public anger has worked, it seems. The Urban Development Minister has agreed to recast the redevelopment plan of Sarojini Nagar and other colonies to avoid cutting of trees though already thousands of trees have been axed. The fear about further damage remains as there is no categorical stoppage of the same by the Court or Government. It is high time National Green Tribunal should step in and stop this destruction in the name of re development. I wonder why Supreme Court failed to do so when it is known to order on lesser issues. As for revised plans for the project instead of demolishing the old houses they should be reconstructed -same size same two floors or add another floor in a way they should gel with the environment. If more houses are needed these should be built at the outskirts in colonies like Rohini and Dwarka with mass rapid transport facilities made available. Commercial development by allowing NBCC to sell plots by cutting trees was a mindless decision. Whosoever made this plan deserves to be condemned as also those who cut the trees need to be punished. No more high rises like those in East Kidwai Nagar at the cost of green lungs of Delhi
Aarti Khosla
Ajit Jogi who is 1970 batch IAS officer is really successful. He achieved the post of CM in Chhattisgarh.
P C Jain
Golden bitch!
We were classmates as well as batch mates in provincial civil services, though my friend got in its allied services. My friend was from very humble background but had vibrant confidence sometimes bordering on ego exhibiting shallowness of his very being. After joining allied services, his confidence turned into visible arrogance and vain-glory. He started speaking in English and Hindi only and snapped contact with his many friends and relatives. Gradually, we also contacted each other on very rare occasions. He invited me to his marriage, which was solemnized with the daughter of a very rich businessman politician. After his marriage ,he got posted on one of the most prestigious and considered to be highly lucrative post on the most important Barrier. Since his place of posting was near to Chandigarh and i was also posted in Chandigarh, his phone calls tom revived and gradually increased.
One of the most dreaded and honest IAS officers of that era of 1970s was posted in the department ,which had turned into the main revenue yielding instrument of the state.He would work day and night to increase the revenue and also to mitigate the corrupt practices in the department. He would frequently inspect the Barriers, sometimes very early in the morning and sometimes at midnight. The officers and officials ,who had got themselves posted at the Barrier with big recommendations and big money were all terror-struck. He had got many of the wrong doers suspended and also got criminal cases registered against some, from whom the bribe money given by a decoy was recovered. He had also ordered that any official working on any Barrier would not keep more than 100 rupees in his wallet, while he was on duty.Not only the Barrier started giving the look of an eerie place, but the happiness also took flight from the erstwhile ecstatic houses of the govt functionaries working at the Barriers.
My friend often invited me to his office at the Barrier for a cup of tea. Once ,when i was going towards Ludhiana, i stopped at his office to see my friend. He was not there, but his subordinates told me that he was around and would come in the office shortly. I made myself comfortable in his extremely dirty ,disorderly and unkempt office. From the appearance of the persons working there and their curiosity and worry exuding body language indicated that something had gone amiss at the there. My friend appeared after 10 minutes with anxious face feigning happiness at seeing me. He tried to entertain me with tea, samosas etc, but he could not conceal his anxiety. He very hesitantly told me that one bitch was not traceable, so everyone was worried. I simply asked as to what the bitch was doing in the Barrier and why its absence was making everyone jittery there. He then very reluctantly confided almost inaudibly ,nearing himself very close to me, ''You know a new Hitler has been made head of our department and since his joining, our bribery had almost stopped initially. But the sharks at the top were not amused and they wanted their share come what may.As the necessity is the mother of invention, one of my subordinates started domesticating a bitch ,who was a regular visitor here. He would feed it bread, meat and milk at regular intervals everyday .At the distance of about one furlong from here, there was a cattle shed of an old and poor farmer. He would take the bitch there and tie her with a chain. After some days ,the plan started working. The truck and other vehicle owners would hand over the bribe to a person ,who was made to sit at a distance. After his pockets were full, he would go to the cattle shed and empty his pockets in the bag which was hung from the neck of the bitch. The experiment was very successful and happiness, once again, was visible all around. This is breeding season, nobody knows how the bitch got her chain loosened and ran away with other dogs in the very presence of our most agile sewadar. At that time 45000 rupees were in the bag around her neck.'' I had a very hearty laugh at the innovative brains present there. As i was about to leave, a very fat inspector with hoarse voice very excitedly announced, ''Sir, Lury has come back, everything is safe. ''Lury was the name given to that bitch. I heard loud voices amidst my laughter, ''vadhai hove, vadhai hove.'' I was also pitying and wondering at that Hitler, who might be feeling very proud of his exploits in the department and victory against the corruption.
Surinderjit Singh Sandhu, Amritsar
Public anger works
Public anger has worked, it seems. The Urban Development Minister has agreed to recast the redevelopment plan of Sarojini Nagar and other colonies to avoid cutting of trees though already thousands of trees have been axed. The fear about further damage remains as there is no categorical stoppage of the same by the Court or Government. It is high time National Green Tribunal should step in and stop this destruction in the name of re development. I wonder why Supreme Court failed to do so when it is known to order on lesser issues. As for revised plans for the project instead of demolishing the old houses they should be reconstructed -same size same two floors or add another floor in a way they should gel with the environment. If more houses are needed these should be built at the outskirts in colonies like Rohini and Dwarka with mass rapid transport facilities made available. Commercial development by allowing NBCC to sell plots by cutting trees was a mindless decision. Whosoever made this plan deserves to be condemned as also those who cut the trees need to be punished. No more high rises like those in East Kidwai Nagar at the cost of green lungs of Delhi
Aarti Khosla