The Other Train Journey in SA

          Anyone with a nodding acquaintance with the life of mahatma Gandhi would be familiar with the story of Gandhiji being unceremoniously thrown out from a First Class Compartment in South Africa.  To quote  Louis Fischer, ………….The incident occurred at At Maritzburg, the capital of Natal, in 1893.Gandhi could have returned to the train … Continue reading “The Other Train Journey in SA”

  

       Anyone with a nodding acquaintance with the life of mahatma Gandhi would be familiar with the story of Gandhiji being unceremoniously thrown out from a First Class Compartment in South Africa. 

To quote  Louis Fischer,

………….The incident occurred at At Maritzburg, the capital of Natal, in 1893.Gandhi could have returned to the train and found a place in the third class car. But he chose to remain in the station waiting room. It was cold in the mountains. His overcoat was in his luggage which the railway people were holding; afraid to be insulted again, he did not ask for it. All night long, he sat and shivered, and brooded. ….. That bitter night at Maritzburg the germ of social protest was born in Gandhi. …………….
From an ordinary lawyer, the transformation to an extraordinary world leader had started.
    

What is lesser known is the other journey that transformed Gandhi’s life and indirectly India’s destiny was another rail journey Gandhiji undertook in 1904.

       During the period from 1893 to 1904, Gandhiji continued to practice as a lawyer at Johannesburg. He took up all kinds of issues affecting the Indian Community in South Africa , through every available forum,  for redressal, but he was essentially a successful Indian lawyer.
      In 1903, Gandhi had helped to start a weekly magazine called Indian Opinion. The paper was in difficulties, and to cope with them at first hand Gandhi took a trip to Durban where the magazine was published.  By then he had found a close friend in Henry S. L. Polak, a London born Jew who totally involved himself in the Indians’ cause in Transvaal. Polak saw him off at the station and gave him a book to read for the long journey. It was John Ruskin’s Unto This Last.


      As Gandhiji himself says in ‘My Experiments with Truth” 
“It gripped me. Johannesburg to Durban was a twenty-four hours’ journey. The train reached there in the evening. I could not get any sleep that night. I determined to change my life in accordance with the ideals of the book,” Gandhi wrote.
    
“I believe that I discovered some of my deepest convictions in this great book,” he wrote, adding the work “captured me and made me transform my life.”

Again to quote Louis Fischer,

 ……..Those books appealed to him most which were closest to his concept of life and, where they deviated, he brought them closer by interpreting them. ‘It was a habit with me’. Gandhi once wrote, ‘to forget what I did not like and to carry out in practice whatever I liked.’……..

        At the end of the journey , he was fully convinced of the course of action he should take. He wrote a long letter to his elder brother  to be relieved of the financial commitments to his family. It was his brother who had sent him to London to study law. He bought a piece of land to establish an Ashram. It was called Phoenix farm. The rail journey took place in Oct 1904 and in Nov 1904, Phoenix farm was born.

 

      It took him another year to completely close down his establishment at Johannesburg , but thereafter , he never looked back. In South Africa it was Phoenix Farm and later Tolstoy Farm. Back in India it was  Sabarmati Ashram and later Warda Ashram that  became the hub of Indian freedom Struggle.

       Gandhiji had a wonderful faculty of translating into practice anything that appealed to his intellect. Some of the changes he had made in his life were as prompt as they were radical.
       He did not preach but just practiced what appealed to him . When asked by a someone as to what was his message to the world , he could simply say,          

                             My life is my message

A Town Called Mhow

  How often have I been asked ? A south Indian, how come you have settled down at Mhow? I have no clear answers . But every time  I hear such a question, it triggers a series of thoughts on the uniqueness of Mhow.    As a fauji I have been through 23 different places … Continue reading “A Town Called Mhow”

  How often have I been asked ? A south Indian, how come you have settled down at Mhow? I have no clear answers . But every time  I hear such a question, it triggers a series of thoughts on the uniqueness of Mhow.

   As a fauji I have been through 23 different places of posting , generally referred to as a military station or a cantonment. Many fellow-rovers would  agree with me that most of the people , toy with the idea of settling down in their place of posting, some time or the other . It could be the Nilgiris,  a Punjabi might fall in love with or Pithoragarh (google map please!) that might entice a South Indian. But these places are known for the short tourist seasons , and the ideas for taking roots  at such places are also seasonal…  In Pithoragarh  if you go through one winter ,  the salubrious climate in Summer is spoilt with this thought “If summer is here , can winter be far behind ?, .. run before it sets in” . It would be John Keats reverse-quoted (a word I just coined) .
view of sunset from my home
So it goes, one place good only for summer, another good only for winter, too far North or too far South, East or west , too much rain or too little rain, concrete jungle or too remote a place and it goes on… Now let us look at Mhow. It is like the story of Narasimhavatar of Vishnu…. neither too warm or too cold, neither too North or too South, neither urban nor rural, neither a cantonment nor a civil area…well , on which ever axis you consider, it falls right in the middle ! It Includes some dubious considerations; neither are people too law abiding nor too lawless !
Any account of Mhow is not complete without a mention of Mhow-bazaar. The Main street is almost as if custom made for the fauji ladies ! Walking across just half a km, they can find   fancy gowns, dresses , suits, leather jackets, leather boots, or beautiful curtains , paintings, wood carvings and such stuff for their drawing room , ingredients to exercise all their culinary skills in Chinese and Continental dishes (poor husbands !). Mhow tailors , historically , have been catering for the Rajas and aristocrats during  British India and later to the army personnel posted all over the country in the Independent India. I for one have always got my uniforms made at Mhow, wherever I was posted; did I say 23 stations ?
Whats so great about a market and tailors? It is the ambiance that strikes. Whether it is the people moving about in the narrow streets and lanes of the town, or the shop keepers sitting at their desk on a summer afternoon, there is a sense of timelessness. Many shops actually shut down from two to four for the afternoon siesta. The bhoras are always smiling with the ‘koi dikkat nahin’ attitude. I bought  curtain rods for my house, my measurements turned out to be wrong and I went back for exchanging them , not with much hope. As it happened ,  fresh piecees were cut to the revised size with a ‘Koi dikkat nahin’ smile.

My wife had been lugging around an old Sumit mixer grinder , absolutely functional but one crucial knob missing. The machine was so obsolete no spares were  available anywhere. That was before we reached Mhow. A 10 ft by 12 ft shop with a know-all , do-all owner, with a ‘koi dikkat nahin ‘ attitude  found the right solution in no time . It is not just the jugaad for repairing stuff , they can also produce such stuff found only in elite stores. I was looking for a ‘quiche tray’ and the same shop-keeper produced it seemingly out of nowhere. (I had only recently learnt the word ‘quiche’ but as a shop-keeper of Main street , Mhow he was fully aware of the the contraption as an essential need of a fauji mem-saab.)

 

 

An ancient defence service officers institute coupled with modern libraries, gymnasiums , tennis and squash courts, an olympic size  swimming pool, a sprawling golf course and most importantly the ambiance of Mhow-bazaar has made this place truly a haven for a retired fauji.

officers club

Quote Unquote

In the era of social media , it has become the trend to share ‘Quotes’ . Find out what you want to say, then check out who has said a similar thing, modify it a bit and it will carry more weight. I have done a subtle experiment on Facebook ,don’t tell anyone, to embellish … Continue reading “Quote Unquote”


In the era of social media , it has become the trend to share ‘Quotes’ . Find out what you want to say, then check out who has said a similar thing, modify it a bit and it will carry more weight. I have done a subtle experiment on Facebook ,don’t tell anyone, to embellish my sayings ,with some good background, fancy fonts and finally by appending the name of some celebrity . It definitely gets more ‘likes’, thank God there is no provision for ‘dislike’. 


Actually there is no harm in these ‘shares’ as long as you just keep receiving and forwarding , focusing only on the number of ‘likes’ and ‘shares’ ;not really reading anything, or seriously considering the contents. 


Trouble starts when some one reads and may be follows it up with some study of his own and then he feels offended. 


I have been receiving some serious sounding stuff on parenting, attributed to Tamil saint Thiruvalluvar. . These sayings were everywhere except in the only book he is said to have written ! This is one work, I have been carrying even on LRPs (Long Range Patrols, for mycivilian friends)…

In some of the groups , I pointed it out, then I just got tired of pointing out, since few read them anyway. 



There was another quote attributed to Swami Vivekananda. This was particularly creative as it just mentioned one part of the paragraph and conveniently left the concluding remark , which was 180 degrees apart. I have always carried the complete works of Swami… wherever I have been . So, immediately I checked back and got so upset, seeing the out of context, mischievous ‘quote’ . I shouldn’t have got upset really but somethings are beyond you . Got to be a little thick-skinned, if you want to surf the social media sites and also read. Who cares for the niceties of right and wrong and feelings of readers. Finally I wrote a blog post to assuage my hurt sentiments and it ended there. 


So, in any group, I think it is better to avoid ‘quotes’ on anything particularly subjective issues. Once you own responsibility for your words , it is very difficult to make sweeping statements like ‘Christians are always good’ or ‘Jews are always bad’ , though it is convenient to post the same as views expressed by Hitler or Pope. 


Secondly, If a quote has to be posted why not check out on the validity,  the time, place and the purpose of the quote , by consulting Prof Google for 5-10 minutes?


Note This does not apply to anecdotes which are best expressed by the narrator in his own style. 


Tailpiece : What is a rule if you cant break it. Having spoken at length about quotes, here’s a quote by Chanakya “Rumour mongers should be given death penalty” . I quoted this to a fellow-officer at a lighter moment for spreading some silly rumour of some one having received his posting order to some place. (cant think beyond). He assumed a very serious posture and replied “Murali , I am not spreading any rumour, I just originated it. Others are spreading it; go and kill them”.


Cheers !

murali

Do I really need a Cell-phone

This question has been bugging me ever since  I could afford to buy a cell-phone. I managed to delay it for as long as possible, but sometime around 2006, sitting at a remote place in North Bengal with non-existent or poor STD services, kind of forced me to hook on to the cellphone network. Now … Continue reading “Do I really need a Cell-phone”


This question has been bugging me ever since  I could afford to buy a cell-phone. I managed to delay it for as long as possible, but sometime around 2006, sitting at a remote place in North Bengal with non-existent or poor STD services, kind of forced me to hook on to the cellphone network. Now I learn through googling that the device had come into being a early as 1990 and that I had survived the onslaught of this device for a good 16 years !

Since then it has been a kind of love-hate relationship. On one hand, it is sheer magic to be able to communicate from anywhere anytime complete with streaming video images and on the other hand , it is terrible that anyone could intrude into your time anytime, anywhere. It can be a magic window to access  happenings and people , world-wide , 24 x 7 and it can also be a cruel leash around your neck 24 x 7.

I am very poor at responding  to a call , and definitely not ‘the fastest draw in the west’ as the likes of  people whipping out their phone from nowhere, on the slightest indication of a call, whatever they may be doing, wheresoever .  My log register always shows more missed calls and sent calls than received calls.

I observe that most people carry their phones while going for walk or run and I have heard that they carry their phones even to the loo. As for me, I find it difficult to keep a phone even close enough to reach before two rings.

Where I really missed a phone was when I started seeing the ubiquitous message on my computer screen – “OTP sent to your registered mobile number xxxxx901 and enter the OTP to proceed further” That’s the time I started looking for the phone frantically , most of the time , finding it only by calling from my land-line.
So, I started keeping the phone close to my desktop PC as another accessory like mouse or keyboard.

Over the years , the device size has been getting smaller and smaller and presto, suddenly there is a U Turn and the evolution is in the opposite direction. Here’s a cartoonist’s view of the point of inflection

Anyway, the smart-phones have arrived and with it , the social media apps whatsapp, telegram etc. When I tell people that I don’t always carry my mobile phone, the FAQs are:-

Aren’t you on whatsapp ?

– I do have the app installed but is it really required to read a surd / blonde joke , immediately on  alert, leaving whatever you are doing ? Isn’t it enough to browse, say, once a day?

How can you move around without google maps ?

– I agree , google maps are useful when you are in a strange city, but how often do you need to navigate to your wash room ?

How do you keep in touch with your children ?

-well, I use the land-line, instant messengers or  email while I am sitting at office or home and while on move, it really doesn’t matter if one is out of reach for an hour or two .

Don’t you miss it when , say, receiving someone at air port or railway station ?

-In army we tie up a whole lot of details before an operation, like frequency for radio communication etc.. but we never lugged around our radio sets 24×7 just for such contingencies. When required for a specific operation, it sure is very useful.

Coming to the original question, ‘do I really need a cell-phone’ ; it is good to own one , but I have stopped looking at it as a phone anymore . It is a standby for wallet, notebook, modem, music player, news aggregator , in-box, torch light and a thousand other things besides being a device for emergency voice calls.  
So, it is good to have one or more devices, but to carry it everywhere you go , I feel , is definitely a leash around the neck that I would rather do without.

A Tale of two Chiefs

           It was circa 1990, during the address to officers by the COAS at DSSC Wellington, one infantry officer had the temerity to suggest that  something be done about providing better opportunities to infantry officers for nomination to attend DSSC Course at Wellington. He further explained that the Staff Course had become so important for … Continue reading “A Tale of two Chiefs”

           It was circa 1990, during the address to officers by the COAS at DSSC Wellington, one infantry officer had the temerity to suggest that  something be done about providing better opportunities to infantry officers for nomination to attend DSSC Course at Wellington. He further explained that the Staff Course had become so important for promotion to higher ranks and that infantry officers did not get time to study due to operational commitments.

        Well, the Chief went ballistic; some raw nerve had been touched. He himself was a gunner  and  an air op officer  . When he took over as the  Chief,  a leading National daily , had wondered as to how a battle hardened  Force like the Indian Army had thrown up a Chief without any battle experience. The General was known for his  strategic thinking rather than for soldiering. Mandal Commission was the then  rage, across the country. He thundered, “I do not want mandalization in Army, we cannot have a quota system for infantry”  .  After a long, seemingly never ending  diatribe he declared “ we have a fair system and anyone can reach the higher ranks”

Recently, in circa 2015, the present Chief, during his visit to Mhow, addressed the officers in the Station. In the course of his talk, he disclosed, “……. I am a Non-psc officer , and I have reached where I am through sheer soldiering. We do have a fair system in the Army …..”

He happens to be the first non-psc Chief. Well, we have come a full circle.

Appy Times

             These are times when  it is difficult to find someone who is not keenly interacting with a smart phone, be it in a cafeteria or a classroom. Even people of my age, have become ‘touch-savvy’ , if not ‘tech-savvy’. Guys who have problem understanding whats an app, understand and use ‘WhatsApp’       … Continue reading “Appy Times”

    

        These are times when  it is difficult to find someone who is not keenly interacting with a smart phone, be it in a cafeteria or a classroom. Even people of my age, have become ‘touch-savvy’ , if not ‘tech-savvy’. Guys who have problem understanding whats an app, understand and use ‘WhatsApp’

        There was the time when business men realized that a website had become an integral necessity in their business cards. Today , a business without an app is severely ‘handi-apped’ .
       For our NDA(National Defence Academy) course reunion, I made a basic website and was brazing myself for a stampede of visitors vying to upload a deluge of articles, photographs and all kinds of memorabilia.
          While our whatsApp group had an average of 150 posts a day along with all kinds of media, the website was like the NDA library, where none ventured unless forced to.
         I wished I could make an app for smart-phones. A cursory browse on the net led me to Android Studio, a beta grade software for app development. Once I installed it on my system, one thing led to another and I surprised myself by creating an app in 15 days. In fact, I created two, one for the course reunion and one for this blog.
       Here’s the link to download the app for this blog. (You have to ‘allow installation of apps from unknown sources’ by going to settings —-security.).
         I just love the learning environment in the IT world today. The net is full of tutorials, Discussion  forums, open source development software and most importantly people who love to share knowledge.
          Appy times are here again. Anything is possible in IT and through IT.

Why Tolerance can be Dangerous

    Why tolerance can be dangerous ?     There is lot of talk about lack of tolerance. Is tolerance really a virtue ? so it seems . Let us look at the dictionary meaning of tolerance. the ability or willingness to tolerate the existence of opinions or behaviour that one dislikes or disagrees with. the … Continue reading “Why Tolerance can be Dangerous”

   

Why tolerance can be dangerous ?

    There is lot of talk about lack of tolerance. Is tolerance really a virtue ? so it seems . Let us look at the dictionary meaning of tolerance.
the ability or willingness to tolerate the existence of opinions or behaviour that one dislikes or disagrees with.
the capacity to endure continued subjection to something such as a drug or environmental conditions without adverse reaction.
     Suppose a friend of yours tolerates you… it means he dislikes you or disagrees with you .. not very flattering isn’t it ? Can you continue to be friends tolerating each other ? It would be more like a ‘ Mahagathbandhan‘ of Indian politics, ready to break apart once the immediate target is achieved.
     What happens when you tolerate someone ? As long as you are in a good mood or in a good environment , it is easy to put up with the differences. And when your own comfort is affected , the tolerance turns to intolerance and to violence. It is always easy to tolerate when you are in an AC room, well rested and with enough to eat as compared to being in heat , dust and grime, deprived of sleep and on empty stomach.
    Yet why does tolerance seem to be a virtue ? Is it  because we consider ‘intolerance’ as the only other alternative ? There would be a paradigm shift in our thinking if we consider another alternative to tolerance , which is ‘acceptance’.
    How long can a husband and wife merely ‘tolerate’ each other? For the relation to be stable there has to be acceptance of each other , complete with warts and all. A student tolerating mathematics or a language cannot go very far in the academic world till such time he feels comfortable with these subjects or  drops them altogether.
    Does it mean we need to like everyone and agree with everyone’s opinions? Not necessarily so. It is just an acceptance that just as you have your opinion, the others have their opinions.
    
    Where does the word ‘tolerance’ fit in ? Whenever there is dislike, disagreement and conflicts, tolerance at best can be an intermediate stage before the stage of ‘acceptance ‘ is reached . To that extent ,it is better than ‘intolerance’; but tolerance cannot ever be an end by itself and a total divorce may actually be better than a ‘permanent state of tolerance’.

OROP, What it means to me

As a veteran, do I want or, more importantly, do I need OROP ? To be more precise, do I need that extra money ? I don’t think so. It is a soldier’s dignity that take a beating , when he is back among civilians in the society. Money is really is of no consequence. … Continue reading “OROP, What it means to me”

As a veteran, do I want or, more importantly, do I need OROP ?


To be more precise, do I need that extra money ? I don’t think so. It is a soldier’s dignity that take a beating , when he is back among civilians in the society.

Money is really is of no consequence. Any amount of money is insufficient if the society robs you of your dignity and honour.

       That is the way army was when I joined. It was considered too ‘bania-like’ to have a second look at your pay statement. A pay statement (pay slip as it is called ) was routinely torn up after seeing the figure ‘remittance to bankers’. Today it may sound foolhardy. But it is not unique to Indian Army. Warriors all over the world disdain money,  it is only the banias or bandits who accumulated wealth(banias did it without weapons and bandits did it with weapons).Japanese concept of Bushido explains it best.  Here’s an extract from the book BUSHIDO THE SOUL OF JAPAN BY INAZO NITOBÉ, A.M., Ph.D.

………He disdains money itself,—the art of making or hoarding it. It is to him veritably filthy lucre.  Niggardliness of gold and of life excites as much disapprobation as their lavish use is panegyrized. “Less than all things,” says a current precept, “men must grudge money: it is by riches that wisdom is hindered.” Hence children were brought up with utter disregard of economy. It was considered bad taste to speak of it, and ignorance of the value of different coins was a token of good breeding. Knowledge of numbers was indispensable in the mustering of forces as well, as in the distribution of benefices and fiefs; but the counting of money was left to meaner hands………..

        We never complained about not getting our due , for the simple reason we hardly knew what was our due. While on leave, I was surprised to find that my civilian friends not only knew the current DA rate but were also aware of the next one. That explains why OROP was not talked about for four decades.

      On the other hand, Dignity and respect were valued a lot. One only had to see a military special train , where compartments are marked “officers mess’ ‘Tiger’, Lion and so on. Even in the middle of a jungle, a clearing where the CO’s tent was put up attained the status of a bungalow. Furnishing was done with available material like logs , planks and grass. It resembled the den of ‘Hagar the Horrible’ but far from complaining about, we were proud of the arrangements. It was termed ‘jungal men mangal’.

Lack of money did not affect the dignity of a soldier when he returned home after completing 15 years of service. He had a place in the society. Education and medical expenses were less or non existent. After all army had one of the best networks of hospitals and medical centres.

The liberating nineties , as Gurcharan das calls it changed all that. It was extremely difficult  for a fauji to seek admission for his children in private educational institutions and treatment at private hospitals became out of reach. Even to die with dignity it cost money. I could not leave army as I had no civil qualifications and people at the universities and colleges wanted you to apply a year before and go through the process of entrance exams and enrolment. I actually met the Vice Chancellor of Madras University . I thank him for agreeing to meet me without prior appointment, but the rules quoted by him were absurd to me. How can these babus, who have not served in army ever understand how difficult it is when posted at Tawang or Poonch to go through this one year process. No sir, I did not want money, I just wanted an opportunity to study, upgrade my skills to suit the civilian life.

An army man misses the opportunities to invest, to upgrade his skills or simply learn the way of life in civil environment. And it happens due to his spending the most  productive years at the borders or at sea, not through chasing money at Gulf countries or a better life style in the West.

When a society does not give an opportunity to find a dignified livelihood, the least they can give is the means , extra money , to buy a modicum of dignity and respect. I rest my case.

Scottish Tunes and the Desi Regiments

Having served for 35 years in a Regiment and having frozen to attention every time the Regimental March past played, all I remember is a feeling of intense pride and a deep respect for the Flag and the Regiment when I heard these notes. Back O Bennachie is our Regimental March-past. Though I never learnt … Continue reading “Scottish Tunes and the Desi Regiments”

Having served for 35 years in a Regiment and having frozen to attention every time the Regimental March past played, all I remember is a feeling of intense pride and a deep respect for the Flag and the Regiment when I heard these notes.

Back O Bennachie is our Regimental March-past. Though I never learnt the lyrics nor the history of the song I have developed a close attachment for the tune. I just presumed that it was a song about soldier, soldiering and battles. In the pre internet days, ignorance on any subject was well preserved as there was no way to check out facts. One just went by feelings rather than well researched facts.
I remember , a commanding officer musing aloud, “why do we need a march-past called ‘Back O Bennachie’ ? Half the people can’t spell it or pronounce it and nobody can understand it; we need an Indian tune composed by a great Indian musician like Pandit Ravishankar.” The next day was 15 Aug and after the function at the JCOs Club, we were all standing in attention and as the last notes of the Regimental March past played , he looked at me , gently shook his head and muttered ‘no, no, we should stick to it’
As a good adjutant, I agreed with him on both the occasions and as the feelings go , it was not difficult to agree.
Years passed and one fine day, my son sent a video clip of the song played on mandolin. Following that link and further surfing in breadth and depth led to numerous versions. I downloaded and read up everything on the tune and also listened to some terrific versions of the tune played on mandolin, guitar and bag pipe.
It is a Scottish folk song, a sad love song about a girl who talks of two suitors. As the story goes, both the suitors die under different circumstances and it ends on a sad note
”   It’s noo that twice I’ve been a bride,
I’ve been a bride, I’ve been a bride,
It’s noo that twice I’ve been a bride,
But a wife I’ll never be.    “

For whatever reason , the song is set to a lively tune. Today, it appears to be a huge joke; it could well have been ‘Mary had a little lamb’ . What comes to my mind is the words of Jiddu Krishnamurti that seemingly meaningless rituals and words can become profoundly sacred through repetition over a period of time.It was  something I had read long back, but courtesy, ‘the net’, I reproduce it below.

…….By repeating Amen or Om or Coca-Cola indefinitely you will obviously have a certain experience because by repetition the mind becomes quiet. It is a well known phenomenon which has been practised for thousands of years in India – Mantra Yoga it is called. By repetition you can induce the mind to be gentle and soft but it is still a petty, shoddy, little mind. You might as well put a piece of stick you have picked up in the garden on the mantelpiece and give it a flower every day. In a month you will be worshipping it and not to put a flower in front of it will become a sin……

Some links to lyrics and videos   (The song is called ‘ back o bennachie’ or ‘gin I were the gadie rins’ )


On mandolin

Old Blind Dogs 

The Bag pipe

On Accordion

The Lyrics


Is Technology the new God ?

“Uparwala sab dekh raha hai”  the saying is as old as the hills, but what’s new in the TV commercial is that  ‘Uparwala’ here  refers to ‘CP Plus’ CCTV. Earlier days, a child was told “God sees all,  knows all, is all powerful and  he knows what you are up to , anywhere, any time, … Continue reading “Is Technology the new God ?”

Uparwala sab dekh raha hai” 
the saying is as old as the hills, but what’s new in the TV commercial is that  ‘Uparwala’ here  refers to ‘CP Plus’ CCTV.

Earlier days, a child was told “God sees all,  knows all, is all powerful and  he knows what you are up to , anywhere, any time, so better behave…..” As one grew up either the conscience took over the role of God or one just concluded that as an adult one had only his boss or the policeman to watch out for.

Today, be it a child or an adult, we have Technology watching over everyone. The Omnipresent,omniscient, and omnipotent God is in the form of CCTVs, databases and drones armed with all kinds of sensors and weapon systems.You may receive a challan for overspeeding and you may not even be aware as to  where and when you broke the speed limit. To compound the issue thee is no human face, call it cop, to negotiate or reason with. You may receive a demand note from IT dept for arrears of tax dues along with fine and you may be  blissfully unaware of any tax evasion on your part; nor is there any other human being aware; it is just as “What God giveth, He taketh back”

With the kind of digital foot print you leave of every activity; details of your movements, telephone calls, money transactions, shopping habits are  all saved in some server and some software is forever crunching the ‘big data’ to catch you with ‘hand in the cookie jar’.

So have we finally invented a God, as Voltaire had wished we should ? But so far we have seen this God acting as a policeman, faithfully  enforcing man-made laws.
       May be some day we have Technology used to locate a hungry child and direct a food-laden drone to feed her; providing the proverbial “manna from the heavens”. Till then , God is God and Technology is just Technology.