THE FOOL- PROOF JUDGMENT (A SHORT STORY)

The defense counsel leaned forward in his chair to listen carefully to each word being uttered by her Lordship, Mrs. Ranjana Yadav, in a husky, baritone voice. The Prosecutor winked at the Defense counsel, a bit naughtily, as if conveying some coded message to him. The judge had begun:

“This case had generated more than required media interest, though I doubt it merits so much attention. But I suppose in the INFORMATION AGE, every one wants to create information out of information. We, as a society, are becoming slaves of spicy tidbits which media excels in generating”, her lordship had taken the dig at new found ‘Media Activism’ as a rejoinder, probably, to counter media concocted phrase of ‘Judicial Activism’.

In all fairness, the judge was disturbed with the unwanted hype being given by the media on the Stampeding of some pedestrians by a MERCEDES CAR driven by the son of a top business man of Haryana in the year 2001. Mrs. Ranjana Yadav, the trial judge of the case was known for social graces and sociability. She was the most popular judge amongst the high court lawyers. Soft spoken, suave and dignified, she was known for good behavior both inside and outside the court. She never interrupted a lawyer during his arguments of a case. Generally, all high profile cases of politicians, business men and bureaucrats were handled by her being the senior most judge of the High court.

The judge had resumed after some time. She spoke for about hour and a half. She did not pronounce any judgment but reserved her judgment till 5 PM because she wanted to consider various angles. In this session she had allowed the defence and prosecution to close their arguments. She had said, “-----------------------Take this case of Mercedes car allegedly over running a few pedestrians------I am afraid--------I ------- some conclusions because------------ O K--- I reserve my verdict till 5 PM, today. It is 11 AM, now; I have six hours to write my judgment. The Court is adjourned till then”, the Judge, Mrs. Ranjana Yadav had declared and moved into her chambers.



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The present case involved the grand-son of a business tycoon of Haryana—a neo rich, who had a typical ‘rag to riches story’. He had risen from Mr. NOBODY to Mr. BUSYBODY over the last 17 years of liberalization of Indian economy. Mr. Niranjan Bansal, the business man, was a street hawker till about 20 years back. He used to sell CHAAT (spicy fast food) near Chandigarh bus stand in sector-17. His clientage varied from the Rickshaw pullers to coolies and daily wagers. A rickshaw puller, Sohan Singh had become his friend sometimes in 1990. Sohan Singh, used to keep his money with him. Though, he was a rickshaw puller but he used to get a lot of money from somewhere, which he often told Niranjan that it had come from his relatives in Canada. Niranjan had always wondered on this but never questioned Sohan Singh. He used this money for starting his own small business of selling readymade garments. His two sons, Virender and Jatinder began to help him in this business. Both of them had not attended the school beyond 8th class.

Then one day Sohan Singh disappeared. No one knows what happened to him. Some say, he was a terrorist, who lived under the guise of a rickshaw puller and he went out of the country to escape arrest. Police had questioned Niranjan on this two or three time. Niranjan always showed his ignorance of Sohan Singh to the policemen. He had told the police that Sohan Singh was one of his regular customers and nothing else. Some say, Sohan Singh had been killed by the police in an encounter. But the most popular story was that he was a drug-peddler and he often visited Pakistan in this connection. It was rumored that Niranjan and his two sons were his equal partners in smuggling of drugs. He was last seen with Jatinder and Virender at Jallandhar Bus Stand, some 18 years back. It seemed they had betrayed him.

The garment business of Niranjan and his two sons had flourished and they became rich. They diversified their business and became property dealers. Politicians, Bureaucrats and all big-wigs of society, in Northern India, were at their beck and call. They had fleet of Mercedes cars. All this was acquired within the last 15-16 years. Some questioned their business ethics but they say, in the India of today, who cared for ethics? Jatinder had a son, Surinder Bansal---a 26 years old school drop out. He was fond of fast driving in his Mercedes—presented to him by his father. One day, in the evening of September 21 2001, near the 17 sector Chandigarh bus stand, he over ran some pedestrians with his Mercedes. He was arrested but let off by the police for lack of evidence. However, under media and public pressure the police had to reopen the case and charge him with negligible driving leading to death of five persons. The case had lingered on for seven years. Many witnesses had turned hostile. Some had disappeared. Some others found their names having been deleted. The general accusation was that MONEY BAGS of "BANSALS" had done the trick. But there were no 'proofs' and evidences for such claims.

It was this case that the judge, Mrs. Ranjana Yadav was going to give her judgment, today. The court room was full of media, both from electronic and print. The media people shrugged their shoulders when judge made a caustic remark on the media. None protested, as media people knew they had been somewhat guilty of 'Media-Trials' . When the learned judge had spoken there was a pin drop silence. The case had created a lot of media and public interest. Everyone wanted to know whether truth would prevail or it would be buried deep under the weight of money due to hostile witnesses and lack of identification of Surinder Bansal, the accused driver of Mercedes.

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Suneet Garg, the defense counsel of Surinder Bansal, was in his chamber when his mobile rang. It was Jatinder Bansal who wanted to know the progress of the case.

Suneet replied, “The court has been adjourned till 5 PM. The honorable judge has reserved her judgment till then.”

“Sab theek hai Na. Packet Pahunch gaye kya?”(Is everything all right? Have the packets reached?” Jatinder had enquired.

“I will check with MIKE for those two packets. Om Parkash was properly briefed by me. Rests of the packets are with me. How much is her packet weighing? It should be nothing less than 25 Kg.” Suneet had responded.

“Dekh lo bhai. Mere ko bataa dena ki mil gaye hain” Jatinder disconnected the mobile so saying.

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Mohit kaushal had a hectic day. As a public prosecutor his life was very busy. He wanted to just sleep in his cabin till 4.30 PM before the court reassembled. As he closed his eyes, his mobile rang up. It was his lawyer friend, Sunny, on the other side.

“Mohit, yaar, there was a lot of harangues by the boss, today. CHHORI KE SAATH SETTING HAI NA; DHOKHA TOH NAHI DEGI (I hope you have a good equation with this girl. Hope she won’t ditch). I am a bit suspicious. Will everything be OK?” sunny was saying.

“Yes, yes! Do not worry. She had to make this noise to silence these “JHOLHE-WALLAS” (persons carrying bags like the journalists) you see. Tanne packets toh bhej diye na? Arre, bahut pahunchi hui cheez hai yeh aurat. Agar packet nahi mila to sara kara dhara mitti mein mil jayega. Jhat plaatty maar legi. Fir manne Na kehna.“ (Have you sent the packets? This lady is very fast. If she did not get the packet she will turn the tables on you. Then, don’t blame me.).Mohit advised.

“Yes, it is 25 Kg. Apples” Sunny informed.

“How about my 10 kg?” Mohit checked up.

“It is on the way. Om Parkash, my PA, will be reaching you any time. He was to go first to the madam’s residence and then come to you.” Sunny had clarified.

“Ok. Please note, she will wait till 4.30 PM and then make up her mind. If she does not get the apples by then, you know what might happen” Mohit warned and switched off.

Exactly at 4.20 PM, Mohit’s mobile rang again. It was the court room orderly. He asked,” Sir, madam is asking if you would be ready by 4.30 PM?”

“Yes, yes! We will be ready. I have sent all the documents with my final arguments to madam‘s residence. My messenger OM Parkash would have reached her.” Mohit had replied. But the orderly replied,” Madam is at her residence only. No one has reached so far. She will leave for the court in next five minutes.” The court room orderly had so informed Mohit and disconnected.

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The court reassembled exactly at 5PM. The trial judge had resumed her address. She went on, “I am a person of law. I do not go by emotions and human passions, certainly not by media created pyramid of reasons and counter-reasons. It is not required and the law does not approve of it. All the same, one must remember, judges are also human beings. They, too, have emotions—both positive and negative. They also react, over-react, and under-react on every piece of information finding its way into the ‘Gossip-Bazaar ‘of media. But all this is within our selves. Our emotions do not and can not spill out of us. There have been times when I get sick of irresponsible arguments. I never understand as to why each one of us views issues in an isolated manner and not in a holistic manner. Security forces only think of security; Media only of information; politicians only of politics and lawyers only of legalities. Why can not we debate in our inner-self about the impact of our intended act on the other limbs of society and the polity? Why don’t we define our limits to check us from being dubbed as irresponsible in pursuing single-minded objective? Shouldn’t we say, “Thus far I go, for, territory beyond this is a prohibited area?” Notwithstanding our well-meaning intentions and motives, but as members of a civilized and a dignified society, we are lacking in self-discipline and self-restraints. Take this case”, the judge said with a deep sigh and then continued:

“I have tried my best to keep my personal feelings out of it. As a judge, my job demands a hard solid evidence to separate the chaff from wheat. I can not go by inferred logic and say, “Lo, behold! It is QED.” That is a mathematician’s job. I am not here to enhance my judicial TRP to swim along with popular sentiments. Well! It is the domain of the TV channels and they are welcome to try all the tricks up their sleeves. As a judge and upholder of our laws, I must note that THE ERRORS LIKE STRAWS UPON THE SURFACE FLOW, THOSE WHO ARE IN SEARCH OF TRUTH MUST DIVE BELOW. I, therefore, had to do deep-sea diving in this raging sea of arguments and counter arguments; followed by counter-counter arguments and counter-counter-counter arguments. I had to sift the real evidence from the heap of non-evidence. I am bound by this evidence in coming to certain conclusions on this case. It might disappoint some and cheer up others. But as I have already said I am not here for a popularity contest”, her lordship stopped a while to take a few sips of water and then resumed.

“My judgment runs into 143 typed pages. I am going to read only the operative parts of my judicial verdict. It is a unique case. I find the police and the prosecution lacking in their role. Alfred Hitchcock, the doyen of Horror Movies, had said, ‘I AM NOT ANTI –POLICE BUT I AM AFRAID OF POLICE.’ Is it true in our case, too? I feel our investigating agency has somewhat slipped deliberately or carelessly but it does not mean that the accused was totally innocent. The way this case has gone, a question kept nibbling at my conscience during the hearing and it was: Is our legal system fool proof? I have been reading about the debate raging across the length and breadth of the country.

In my way of thinking, it was a non-issue. The debate is meaningless. The institutions of a society are its mirror-image. All institutes, social, political, legal, military and whatever function like a computer---GIGO---GARBAGE IN; GARBAGE OUT. Who are the people practicing law in India? They are all Indians? No one has come from heavens or GOD's own country. So, the LEGAL SYSTEM IS THE MIRROR OF OUR SOCIETY. Why blame judges, lawyers and the investigating agencies? INDIA, THEY SAY IS BIG CONSUMER MARKET. Everything here is on sale, from law to moralities. Whatever happens in our society, is also reflected in our judicial life. There will be temptations and lurements but it depends on individuals if they can resist the temptations or not—whether simple policemen or the lawyers or even the judges. I am afraid I can not allow the high and mighty of the society get away by using their money power.” She looked at the prosecutor, Mohit Kaushal, who was stunned.
He knew something has gone wrong. He looked at the defense counsel who stood nonplussed. The accused was shocked. The judge was saying things what was not expected. This sudden talk of moralities had convinced everyone that something was wrong. There were loud whispers in the court room.
The judge ordered silence and continued her address, “As I said, the accused has committed a serious crime. Despite all out efforts by everyone to save him, he is guilty though not conclusively but circumstantial evidence can not be ignored. Five people have been killed a mercedes over running them. We know who owns the Mercedes in the region. Though he has been helped by the poor investigations and faulty prosecution but there are eye witnesses who had seen the mercedes with the said number. Technically, he might say he was innocent but there was enough evidence to prove that he drove the car on the fateful day. It has been admitted by his co-accused. I therefore hold him guilty of rash and negligent driving which lead to the loss of five valuable lives. I sentence him to seven years rigorous imprisonment.” So saying judge had disappeared into her chambers. Every one was shocked. Mohit Kaushal was totally at a loss. He guessed that the apples might not have reached in time.



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It was six PM and Mohit was getting ready to leave his office, when he found an Inspector of Chandigarh police along with Om Parkash, Suneet’s PA, entering his office. Om Parkash was hand cuffed. When he heard the story from the police Inspector, Mohit denied everything about it. He just said “I don’t know. This is nonsense. It is ridiculous. You better check with Suneet Garg”

The police inspector had informed that Mr. Om Parkash had delivered a packet containing Rs 25 Lakhs at the residence of Justice Ranjana Singh, saying the packet has been sent from Karnal. He had another packet which was to be delivered to Mr Mohit Kaushal. It had contained Rs. 10 lakhs. On enquiry it was found out that the packets were given by Mr. Suneet Garg, the defence Counsel of Surinder Bansal. This is what Mohit Kaushal had denied.

“The Tribune Times” a Chandigarh daily, carried an article on 22 September 2008, where the correspondent, Mr. Naveen Malhotra, had alleged that there was corruption in the judiciary. The COURT CASES WERE GENERALLY FIXED by the PROSECUTOR and THE DEFENCE COUNSELS. Besides this case, he had also cited the case of TWO FAMOUS DELHI LAWYERS who had been found guilty by the Supreme Court for FIXING the CBI CASES. He had , therefore, claimed that money bags can buy justice in India, while poor were sent to jail on flimsy grounds. He quoted JESSICA LAL MURDER CASE where attempt was made to hoodwink the law but for the media and the public.
The same thing had happened in the BMW, hit and run case of New Delhi. The article had alleged that Rs 25 lakhs delivered at Justice Ranjana Singh’s place was a mistake. Probably, it was meant to be delivered at Justice Ranjana Yadav’s residence, who was the trial judge of Surinder Bansal, grandson of business tycoon, Niranjan Bansal of Karnal. Naveen had stated that a simple error of the PA of Suneet Garg, the defense Counsel, led to this major faux pax.

The concluding remarks of NAVEEN were that it seemed the LAST BASTION OF MORALITY IN INDIA WAS ALSO COLLAPSING. According to him, the courts had become the PLAYGROUNDS OF FIXERS and PERSONS with MONEY BAGS. He had unabashedly stated that JUSTICE in India, not only can be manipulated but can also be purchased. He had contended that we were having a legal system with serious LOOP HOLES. Justice just leaks out of them. God save the common man---------------------------------. The article went on to give various details of cases of corruption against judiciary from lowest level to highest level.--------------- it was, also, alleged that some people at the lower level in the judicial service might have connections with underworld, too. Recently, a metropolitan judge in Mumbai was sacked for this.--------------------------------Naveen Malhotra had quoted instances after instances of judicial corruption. I"t made a very sad reading-------------------
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This is the english translation of my HINDI GAZAL, " THEHARA JAA O' JINDAGI! KUCHH TOH KARO RAFTAR KUMM". This is for those who do not understand Hindustani. This is there on my HINDI BLOG--"THOUGHT MACHINE"

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It were those childhood dreams, which I passionately chased;

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Many a goals I had achieved but I was never to be contented,

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There were those times when 'life' moved slowly, so did I;

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In this fast moving life, I came across land- mark destinations-

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'Relatives- worries' or the 'pressure of my job' were never kind;

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I was so engrossed with the worries of the future, my dear!

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TO MY GREAT GRAND CHILD--WHEN I BECAME THE PRIME MINISTER OF INDIA!

It is the year 2008. When you read this write-up, we might be around halfway down the 21st century or say it might be between the years 2045-50. Am I right? Anyway does not matter.

Why do I write to you? Well, it is to inform you as to how I had nearly changed the course of the Indian society you live in or at least identify with? To be very frank, I had almost pulled it out of the abyss it had got into and had a vision to give it new direction.

I am not very sure whether you are an Indian citizen or US. Your grandfather had left India’s shores in the year 2006 AD because he found there were no opportunities for talent and merit, then. He had hated this kind of uncertain, unequal and imbalanced approach at the national level. He was bubbling with enthusiasm to grow in life, wanted to race to sky in shortest possible time. He had no chance to make it here, so he left. He could do so but I could not. The difference was my emotional attachment with this soil. I was the son of a farmer; he was the son of a senior army officer---the difference in status made all the difference. I resolved to stay and fight it on.

But India, then, was a mass of incompetent, inefficient corrupt, scandalous, greedy and immoral leaders, whether political, regional, religious, administrative or whatever walk of life. India was too engrossed with trivial matters because focus was on individual identities. Political parties to religions to regions—every thing had become personal fiefdom of a few individuals. And these one percent people with personal agendas decided the fate of other 99 percent.

There was time in 1992 that India had to fly all its gold to UK to mortgage it to take loans to get out of the murky financial state, India had landed in due to years of faulty Economic planning. A man called Man Mohan Singh rose phoenix like from the economic ruins and put us on a liberal growth and development. Over the years, the growth became lopsided, the rich became richer and poor became poorest. A nation of 1160 million people had become a real mess within 15 years of liberalization. Conditions like French revolution of 1789 had been created.

Everywhere there was noise of reservation based on religion, caste and region. There were unwanted debates on non-issues like secularism, religion, freedom liberty, media rights, democracy, judicial corruption, political indifference. Violence and corruption had reached a level of ‘no-return’. Terrorism and militancy had raised inexorable head. Every region, religion and community was singing its own songs. In this INDIA hardly any INDIAN lived.

You will wonder why? My answer is simple. No one was interested in India and Indianess. We were Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs and Christians. If this was not adequate, we divided ourselves into Punjabis, Tamils, Marathas, Guajarati, Kashmiris, Asamese, Nagas, Biharis, Mizos, Manipuris, Bengalis, Sikkimese, Rajsthanis and what not. We failed to identify ourselves with India. This was so both with educated and illiterate. In fact educated elite identified itself more with religious, regional and lingual identities. A Raj Thakre here and Mehbooba Mufti there, would start an agitation either on what language people should speak in a particular region or why a piece of land should not be given to some community. No one was interested in the real problems of the people. THE EDUCATED ELITE HAD MISGUIDED THEIR COMMUNITIES, CASTES, RELIGIONS, REGIONS and LINGUAL FRATENITIES in ORDER TO RETAIN THEIR GRIPS ON THEM. We know from our history that it was the biggest bane of Indian society to allow itself to be emotionally exploited on these grounds. We were thus a nation waiting to be fragmented when I stepped in.

The World Bank report that year had stated that 42 percent Indians live on Rs 30 a day. It is a laughable sum for you today, because you might be getting a pocket money of rupees 30/- second. I am sure India in your times must be a prosperous nation. But it was ranked 94th poor country in my times. It was no where in sports. The nation went mad with celebrations after three of its people had won three medals in Beijing Olympics. Imagine 1.16 billion people and three medals. Even Jamaica was miles ahead. It is not even one-tenth of India in size and population.

All the same, there was no dearth of talents and ideas in my times. You needed a person who could divert the attention of the nation from the frivolous fights. You needed a strong man—almost a dictator to push forward his selfless agenda ruthlessly, no matter, if some genuine people suffer. This was the premium nation had to pay for its development and growth at par with its biggest competitor of your times, i.e. People Republic of China. They were many years ahead of us and they had proved it in the BEIJING OLYMPICS they had organized in 2008. It had happened because the priority and focus of Chinese leadership was on growth, development and progress, through education, safety and security. They had said Liberty and democracy can be introduced in a controlled manner. I tell you, in the year2008, USA the SUPREME POWER of the world, then if at all was scared of competition it was China. All others, including India, were its “Surrogates”.

Fortunately, for India, a unique experiment was carried out by Election Commission of India. After the UPA government of Man Mohan Singh decided to have general elections, the commission realized that the cost of elections was unbearable for India. The reason was the uncertainty after the elections. Some concerned people raised hue and cry.

One of the front runners in that lot of concerned people was a patriotic Indian, temporarily settled and working in New York, USA. A son of a great teacher and philosopher, he had strong in built moral qualities. I do not know his real name because he never showed up after that. His pen name was Ramesh 007. He made a suggestion to election commission that voting be conducted on- line. This idea was supported by many right thinking people and I also jumped in.

After great deliberations, Election Commission Of India, decided to hold direct on-line elections for the Prime Minister. A web site, called SULEKHA. COM was given this task. This had millions of Indians as its on-line menbers world wide. I won’t be surprised, if the membership had touched almost 4-500 millions. If this site is still there, check records with its management. I was member of this site. I used to blog there—not very popular because I was a straight forward and too out- spoken to be diplomatic. I could annoy friends when it came to speaking the truth. I never minced my words when pointing out the flaws in the flimsy poems of the people. I was overly critical. People say VIRGOS are like this. May be, my army background, also, prevented me from putting up an act.

Then, one day your great grand ma got annoyed on this because she felt I did not know how to appreciate people. She reminded me that I suffered from HALO EFFECT. It meant that I used to only look up to those people and appreciate those who exhibited similar views and sentiments. She forcefully told me that FIVE FINGERS were not equal. To say the least, I left writing poetry and stopped commenting on poets. If I did, I had to be there only with positive remarks, otherwise quietly scoot.

Anyway, I too gave my name as a candidate for election to the prime ministership. Surprisingly, when the election was held on line, the Sulekha population voted heavily in my favour. I was stunned, when results were announced. I was declared winner to be the Prime Minister of India. Luckily, I was free to choose my own ministers. I was going to be the strongest Prime Minister without any pulls and pressures of party politics. This was the turning point in the political history of India.

I was to take over with effect from October 01, 2008. I sat down to work out my priorities and remain focused on the. Prior to elections, I had been debating with my self on the real problems of India. My brainstorming with self and your great grand ma narrowed down my priorities. My quest ended with just an acronym of five words, i.e. SPICE. It represented Security (S), Population growth (P), Identity crisis (I), Government Controls (c) and lack of Education (E). I could reduce and relate all other problems to this denominator. Corruption, Violence, Terrorism, Insurgency, Communal riots, Regionalism, Lingual Upsurge and Religious Aggressiveness---all could be controlled if we tackled SPICE with earnest zeal and sincere purpose. These were my commandments of INDIA’s MARCH towards, growth, progress, development safety, security and INDIANISATION. I append them in the following paragraphs.

Security. It must be noted that nothing can be done unless there is peace and harmony. Growth and development can take place only if our homes are safe and secure. Today, danger to our security is more from internal foes, then external foes. We have to think of internal security. We have a large number of cleavages in terms of regional, communal, religious, lingual and ethnical troughs, which are vulnerable points for exploitation by our enemies today and in the future. I must act on two fronts of external threat and internal threat. Some of the measures I had planned to introduce were:-

-Vitalize and reorganize my internal security forces. We might have to have a rethink on the reorganization of state police mechanism to enable it to tackle violence, riots and terrorism, whether external or internal. Internal security force must be an all India force. Its members must be all India cadres. Each district of India should have a battalion of 1000 people placed along with the district police.

-Law and order must not be exclusively state subject. The power of the police should be cut down to only investigation and filing of criminal complaints. It must be made mandatory for each police station to file FIR in every case. The FIR lodging procedures must be simplified.

-Intelligence agencies be made more responsive to the modern day problems of violence, riots and terrorism. There should be only one agency controlling all kind of intelligence in the state.

-External security force be trimmed and made capable of fighting SMART and DESIGNER WARS. In so doing there is a requirement of greatest coordination amongst three forces. Thus the post of CDS (Chief of Defence Staff—A five star general) be created to closely and intimately control Army, navy and air force.

-Defence ministry be bifurcated into two wings i.e. IS (Internal Security) wing and ES (external security) Wing. Each wing must be placed under a minister of state for defence.

-CORRUPT and DERELICTING public servants. To remove insecurity from the public minds, public servants, including MLAs & MPS were to be summarily dismissed if found indulging in corrupt practices. All Public servants were asked to file annual return on purchase of items worth Rs 20,000 or more. Non-filing will invite not only confiscation but also dismissal.

-Media to be made responsible and partner in nation building. They will be debarred from propping up criminals and terrorists in the name of freedom of speech. There will be severe punishments.

Population Control This is the biggest bugbear of India. It is not getting any attention. Education has not been able to reduce the growth. It is really exploding. All the progress India makes is eaten up by its rising waves. It has to be checked, if need be forcibly. I am votary to what Sanjay Gandhi had thought of it some 33 years back. His point is as valid now as it was then. Unfortunately, some over jealous bureaucrats and politicians made a mess of his BEAUTIFUL POINT. Time has come when we have to launch ONE CHILD NORM forcibly. We will give incentives to those who have only one child. We will punish those who have more than one child. CARROT & STICK policy is needed to tackle this. This must be the national priority. Time had come for us to take HARSH measures as appended below:-

-Incentives in the form of free education up to post graduation.

-Accelerated Promotion will be given to those who are childless for first five

years of marriage. Double promotion to those who remain childless for 15 years of

marriage.

-Punitive actions in the form of loss of job, demotion and denial of

reservation in schools, colleges and government jobs.

-A Child tax be levied on those who have more than one child.

-Close monitor of population at district level. incentive to bureaucrats.

Identity Crisis. This is another major area I had planned to concentrate. I had simply planned to ban carrying of religions and regions on our sleeves. I had resolved to tell everyone that as long as I were the PRIME MINISTER, only Indians would live in India. All those with PAN-NATIONAL identities were welcome to leave for the nations, they adore. I had full scheme to ban all Govt officials, whether state or Central, from attending any religious and regional functions. All those being caught were to be summarily dismissed. The mention of religion and caste on any official documents was to be banned. I had visualised following stiff measures:-

-Any Indian can buy property anywhere in the country. All special laws would be withdrawn—such as hill states denying land to outsiders; some state not allowing purchase of agricultural land, if one was not a farmer. I had also decided to abrogate article 370. Some leaders from Kashmir would be rounded before hand and sent into IGNONIMITY for a year. All second rung leaders were also to be arrested and sent to places, their forefathers had not visited. Kashmir will squeak for few days and then quite will flow the VITSTA RIVER (Jhelum) for rest of my tenure. I will never hear those vociferous Kashmir’s ISI agents, masquerading as leaders. I had learnt this from Sh Beant Singh and Hiteshwar Saikia, both chief Ministers of their states, Punjab and Assam respectively in the early 90’s. After their death, India never had a nationalistic leader of their stature.

-ONE COUNTRY ONE LAW. India is for Indians. Call it secular or Non-secular but there will be only one law for everyone—whatever religion or region one belongs to. I had planned to this incorporate in the constitution. I had already thought of abrogating special privileges to various states. All cases of reservations on caste, creed and backwardness were to be considered keeping in mind population law. I will stop the open ending philosophy of reservation. I will fix the time of five years. No more reservation, thereafter as we were having free and compulsory education up to graduation level.

-Identity number I had planned to give an identity number to each Indian. This would be his real identity. This number would be given at the time of birth registration and it will continue through out one’s life. It would have replaced religion and caste based names ultimately. This would have helped ending the caste, creed and religious divisions. This number had Mohalla/street/Town-city-village/district/state and 16 digits numerical number. It would have REPLACED INDIVIDUAL NAMES—the root cause of all our problems which keep CASTE, CREED and RELIGION publically alive. It might take some time in implementation. There are bureaucratic and vested interest objections. But I will push through if I am elected for one more tenure.

Government Controls The main reason for corruption is when powers are centered in some persons. I intend to reduce government intervention and controls in all spheres. We have had enough of this BUREAUCRATIC-CONTRACTOR- POLITICIAN nexus. More controls help only some people. Government will oversee and not get involved in managing things. We will disinvest freely. I will study more after I take over and then see what else can be done.

Education It will be free for everyone up to graduation level except professional education. The professional education will begin only after normal graduation. We want Indians to be well aware of what a graduate ought to know. There will be one syllabus for the whole country. It will be standardized. I will discourage Private schools. All religious schools and institutes will be closed. If they want to have community -specific schools, they will provide free education as per the standardized syllabus. Admissions will have to be given to all students without caste, creed and religious preferences. There will be severe punishments for drop outs and also for the parents.

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Dear Great grand child,
I wrote this letter before I was slated to take over as Prime Minister. I was all set mentally and prepared to do my duty earnestly. So, I waited anxiously. But, you see the time to take over never came. Why? Because your ‘great grand ma’ had woken me up from my sleep. And I was disturbed. I got up and came to my lap top. I rewrote whatever I had written to you in my dream and I am now posting it as a blog on SULEKHA BLOGS. Perhaps, one day you might read it. Won’t you dear, 8/B/N/P 9988776655443322 , my great grand child?


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