Requiem for a Stint

I

Am sitting in the brimming train beside my backpack

The misfitted blue backpack with camera and Ipad...

It's raining outside, painting the window panes with fog

As the locomotive begins, an image flickers beyond the fog...

I blink and squint and through the haze, seem to understand

An outline at the platform, of a shaky attempt of a man 

Shaky attempt of a man,

Dressed uptight so as to justify the three letters tag 

Moving consciously, Careful not to displease or to lag...

Greeting and taking salutes on the heel

Covert nervousness, well concealed...

His first government office, he used to patrol

The office that's in the business of exerting control...

He harboured the desire to touch the setup's very life,

Not knowing how, corporeally aware of little time that lies...

He follows his mentor, shadows his life's enduring

Overzealous to learn from his doings and undoings..

Keeps beside him through the day's toiling

Sharply watchful, cautious and smiling... 

II

Ah! the train stops with another backbreaking jerk

It's K, a trading town of migrants midst people of tribal birth...

It was here that our bud had sprouted to learn the world's ways

Calculative people and corrupt staff tried to make his lofty ideas sway...

It was here they happened,

Events when he shunned politeness and sought collars to grab

Times when he smiled overtly while wanting to stab...

Times when injustices made his heart bleed

Nights when he cried himself to sleep...

He slogged himself, seeking to make things good

Like a drowning man, clutching and clasping everything he could...

He met all the targets given to self,

Still felt a deep urge to stay and do something else...

III

With a jerk it began and caught speed again...

This rugged piece of metal, moving like a disjointed tube

Like a reluctant horse, struggling under a noob...

But soon I slept, thinking of the same man who had now turned sanguine; 

Having felt his capacity to effect transitions

He humbly peeped in his heart for divine revelations...

The role of messiah he had played too well

Wherever he had been, he could feel the love swell...

Yet, he knew his challenge was to keep his feet on the ground;

To feel the humanly pulse despite all the ego boost around...

The train moved like a serpentine goddess, 

Cutting across fields of potential fodders...

Far away one can see the smoke chambers,

Beside meandering queues of monstrous earth diggers...

I had closed my eyes from the mines, 

That's when the elections came to one's mind...

When he saw how government achieves the works most grand

Read, planned and coordinated with more time and space in hand...

Went to depths of processes and wrote his mind on the files

The days with unceasing hours of peering through the piles...

An exercise involving thousands of people and the things they say

Numerous stories enacted throughout the day, 

Yet no time to visit those memories and stay...

IV

I must have slept again, for when the brakes screeched 

A forested tribal hinterland's peace was breached...

It's D, a town 50 miles from where the collector functions,

With their mines and the mafia, 

Catching the tribals unawares at the malicious junctions...

It was here that our budding man had spent his month,

Toured the remotest villages, 

Met with people of all ages...

It was here he saw the naked demented child
Unattended, tied to a tree like something wild...

With a steel plate held firmly by his teeth

Compulsively scratching the ground beneath...

It was here he met people unbelievably bereaved

The people who feared everything concrete...

Our protagonist got surer in days to come

He metamorphosed gradually as he felt overcome...

There were days when he questioned everything in sight

Days when he captured hearts and minds...

Days when he felt let down,

When his face carried a perpetual frown

But then, there were days when he reached his place

In a tired body with a smiling face.. 

Harbouring no desire or will to seek

The sight of grateful eyes was for him to keep...

How abrupt, the ending befitted the stint

He packed his bags while fire-fighting for peace...

While people were dancing, he slipped away from the city

Gently and Quietly, never to return in the same capacity..

Took nothing more than what he originally had, 

His misfit backpack with the camera and Ipad...

V

And so it stopped, our train with a blast,

We had reached the capital at last...

I shrugged myself out of the daydream...

Man? metamorphosis? What feelings?

There's nothing to gain from  pointless musings...

I picked up my bags and stepped down at platform four,

While the window, still hazy, was shining through the glass door...



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PS: As a fresh entrant into the Indian Administrative Service, one has to undergo an year long "field training" under the mentor-ship of a District Collector. During this time, one is exposed to the area and the people first hand and is given temporary assignments in various parts of the jurisdiction. This period is the "larvae" stage of development for these officers, when they can learn as a participant observer. 
They will in a few months, be left to fend for themselves and be given important responsibilities in the government. 

 

The Elephant & The Tiny Dot: A week @ Singapore

The development story of Singapore is arguably a legend among the developmental economists because of reasons more than one. The first key feature about the growth is the speed and consistency with which it took place. Hardly could anyone have imagined that this “tiny little dot” of a city would become a thriving global financial powerhouse, once it unwillingly gained independence in 1965.

The second key feature that sets this story apart is the network of constraints within which Singapore has grown. It wasn’t ready for political independence- The idea of securing its borders and the maritime offshore interests from the world was a nightmare for its political leadership. It had a nearly fully migrant population that resided in closely packed squatter settlements, making a living out of the port operations. Singapore has handled these constraints in a spectacular way and even today while the global financial powerhouse shines to its strength, the potable water to be used by its residents finds its way from Malaysia. Hence, Singapore’s story of governance is not a “done and forgotten” type, rather a “continuous blossoming” type.

Amidst such continuous tweaking, it is important for the government to have a set of underlying principles that need to be mandatorily followed amidst all the policy experimentation. Singapore has been smart enough to define them thus -

  

1: “Leadership is the Key”- Singapore looks at leadership as both political and administrative. Efforts are actively taken to ensure that the best talents of the nation is recruited and retained in the public sector. This is done through fair and meritocratic selection process and pay parity with the best in the private sector.

The fact that this is the first principle enunciated by Singapore in its list also shows their perception of their political leaders. The fact that the same party has been in power in Singapore right since its independence and a single person has been at the helm for 35 continuous years and still remains overtly powerful as the Minister Mentor of Singapore, calls for an analysis.

Being a small state that started its journey by fending for its own survival, Singapore and its people have put the stability of government’s vision and policy as their topmost priority.

2. Anticipate Change and Stay Relevant- Given the strict and quick enforcement of its policies, Singapore has to be more cautious about making mistakes in its policies. Such course corrections require the governmental sector to be attuned to receiving feedback and acting on them positively.

A number of sessions that we attended in our stint at the Civil Services College showed how smoothly Singapore’s government has pro actively addressed the changing needs of its population. Eg. The design of public housing projects and the allotment policies were changed in the real time due to the changing needs of the clientele – Hence, increase in the car ownership led to constructive planning for inclusion of parking spaces and the change in the location preferences of the people led to restructuring of tariffs of the public housing projects.

3.  “Reward for work, and Work for Reward” - Singapore is the melting point of civilizations and financial business houses of the world. It naturally understands the concept of incentives and opportunity costs in human resource management. Young and talented people are recruited and retained in the public sector through competitive salaries and professional growth opportunities.

4. “Create a Stake for Everyone and Opportunities for All” - Singapore as a democracy maybe doing a devil’s job in curtailing civil liberties when it comes to protests and political demonstrations, but, inter-alia,  the involvement of the citizenry in governmental processed serves as real tool for democratization.

All the policy interventions in Singapore are oriented to include the relevant people as important stakeholders. It provides scope for participation in planning, enforcing, implementing and in course correction.The people we met in our visit also showed a keen understanding of their stakes and show how proud they felt in being included. This gave people a sense of “one country, one government” through their most routine interactions with the government.

Singapore has its turfs guarded very possessively. There are a number of blanket restrictions regarding ownership of private property and other associated rights for migrants. Similarly even the migrants, who obtain “Permanent Residency” of Singapore, receive fewer governmental privileges. However, when it comes to its citizens – Singapore offers them a number of opportunities in employment, ownership of property and education.

 “Leadership is the Key”: Messiah from the Indian Chaos?

Given the political stability in Singapore, a shared vision and policy outline that remained consistent through more than 5 decades was made possible. One can argue how much of the same is possible in India and how one can assist in that.

To my mind, it is a fact that the political system in Singapore has elements and traits of an autocracy in it. There is always a risk involved in such autocratic regimes – It is Singapore’s fate that its longest serving prime minister of the country had the abilities of a stalwart. Most importantly it is also Singapore’s fate that the focus on curbing of corruption was started from its inception by the political leadership and has continued since then. Systemic corruption can twist and turn any policy intervention in ways that are difficult to predict. The fact that the political establishment was highly motivated to curb corruption, helped Singapore in good stead – one could ask, what if it would have been otherwise – how and when would the people have revolted against it.

So even though “autocratic democracy” worked for Singapore in ways that could have been best possible, it cannot, to my mind, be prescribed as the panacea for all developmental ills.  

In India, the nature of polity and politics gives room for change of parties with every election. It brings in fresh ideas and views, in line with the ever changing demands of the multi-colored society. Politically, India can come on broad terms of agreement for governance of the nation and if that is done and agreed to by all the parties like the “Model Code of Conduct” is, in case of elections conducted by the ECI.

Such a broad framework can give the country’s governance a sense of continuity. Similar framework can be evolved for the state’s administrative setup.

We cannot dream of a messiah to emerge from our crowds, it’s better we start with what we can do in the existing milieu of mortals.

 “Anticipate Change and Stay Relevant”: Dancing Elephant?

Based on the exposure I received during the Singapore stint, this is the single most important principle for India to learn from.Singapore’s “manageable” population (it was lesser than the population of my sub division of Raigarh in Chhattisgarh), makes it easy for the government to proactively assess and address the changing needs of its population.

The “manageable population” might have made it possible for Singapore to be a perfectionist in its service delivery to the people, however as a state, India can start with adopting an attitude that allows it to introspect and self-correct.

When a semi-autocratic public system can go back on its harshly implemented policies and make regular course corrections to allow for achievement of results, why the public sector of India doesn’t adopt the humility to receive and process feedback objectively and tweak the policies based on such real time feedback.

The way I see it, adoption of this principle in India is not impractical. Visualizing our system as an elephant that moves at a glacial pace will not help our levels of public service delivery. For a wise man would have once said, with enough political will and administrative acumen, even elephants can be made to dance!

 “Reward for Work and Work for Reward”: If You Pay Peanuts, You’ll Get Monkeys!

A senior administrative officer of Singapore, on getting candid in an interaction, said “If you pay peanuts, you will get monkeys.” The simple line summed up the Indian bureaucracy’s state of affairs beautifully.

 Singapore trainers were not proud of paying their civil servants high salaries. They didn't look at the salaries as “high”. It was very clear to them that if you want a world class bureaucracy, you need to give world class incentives. And the salary, they defined, to be “apt and respectable”. Such a change in attitude is required in the Indian setup to enable the civil servants from getting de-motivated by seeing their peers in the private sector.

The Cosmopolitan Commonality

The one striking similarity between the two countries is their fundamentally diverse population. The manner in which Singapore has addressed the issues brought by a fundamentally diverse type of population is noteworthy. It has given a sense of inclusion to all the citizenry by including all the major communities’ languages as the official language. Moreover, the country celebrates its diversity in population – while little india is scintilla-tingly decorated for Diwali, the Malay population area shines during the month of Ramzan.

The way the country is run, it makes it clear that Rule of Law is paramount and no mercy can be expected based on anything that is politically accepted. It’s what leads to what people call “Curtailing of civil liberties to protest and demonstrate”, while others find it enabling to have a stable environment to do business.

It is very easy to dismiss the entire Singaporean experience as a “chance incident” with the right mix of political leadership and size.

It is easier enough to belittle their achievement by smirking on its geographical and population size.

However, the future of our country lies in us challenging ourselves to think of ways in which we can learn from Singapore’s experience. The fact that good policies, if implemented ruthlessly with eyes and ears open for feedback, can bring about miracles – is shown by Singapore in more ways than one.

I hope the exposure offered to us through this short foreign stint will serve us well in dreaming and creating visions for our own jurisdictions. It also shows how important a role international exposures play in the minds of young officers; Any attempt to reduce or abolish them citing that India’s unique problems leave  nothing to be learnt from others, is short-sighted, in the least. 

PS: All views expressed here are purely personal and have no connection with those of the Government. This post has been carefully modified to fit into the ambit of freedom of speech permitted to officers under the Rule 6 and Rule 7 of All India Service (Conduct) Rules, 1968.

Season of Weddings: In The Name of Democracy

It's the 26th day of November today. An ordinary date - except for the fact that within the next 24 hours the ritualistic process of  my wedding will begin. Exactly a week back it was the anxiety of getting the polled EVMs back to the strong room (Chhattisgarh assembly went to elections) that described my life, now it is that of becoming a householder. In between elections and wedding, one sits here realizing how utterly similar the two are. 

Both Elections and Weddings (especially the big, fat ones) are exercises in mega event management that inevitably end up consuming the entire energy of the administrative (or the familial, whatever is applicable) setup for the preparation and conduct of "ceremonies" on a given day. Both exercises demand a lot of compromises from the routine aspects of life (again, administrative or personal) and leave the respective acting players praying for some time off.

Both are guided by heuristics/guidelines - either scriptural or ECI's. Irrespective of the source, they are almost always too cryptic to be understood by a novice and too sophisticated to render a singular interpretation. In fact, just as any other crucial event in Indian life, both elections and weddings invoke the divine power multiple times - whether it is to determine the exact date and time of submission of candidate's nomination paper or to check the match-quotient of the couple.

It's often stated that an Indian wedding is a miracle in itself - as it wrestles with multiple complications and expectations and still manages to fall into place, eventually. Over the  last few weeks, one has come to realize that elections are no different. A proactive and disciplined officer, if present at the right place, may streamline the process (i.e.decrypt the divine guidelines and cut through their absurdity to make people follow them) but there have been and are numerous places without such officers and elections have gotten conducted. One might argue the qualitative nature of things but the question of eventuality remains undisputed. So be it elections or weddings, the "Ram-Bharose" nature of things cut-through both.

A satirical perspective would not exclude the hope and utopian expectation that usually characterizes both elections and weddings. Despite that, both these mega-events are only and overtly cursed in common parlance. Yet one just hopes that maybe this time over, things will be different. Amen!

PS: All views expressed here are purely personal and have no connection with those of the Government. This post has been carefully modified to fit into the ambit of freedom of speech permitted to officers under the Rule 6 and Rule 7 of All India Service (Conduct) Rules, 1968.

CASTE : A Formidable Exploitative Force in Tribal Regions

At the outset I must admit that I cannot claim to be an expert on a region's socio-economic dynamics through my few hours of its touring. Yet, the caste based divides and the exploitative character of this caste system in Shivpuri is so flagrant that any empathetic observer cannot help but notice it.

This district is infamous in the "global development circles" (meaning the UNICEF, UNDP and the other practitioners of top-down policy models) for its appalling malnutrition levels among children. Huge funds have been poured in from the very same agencies so as to uplift the "tribal masses". Yet the affect of such international intervention over the last decade is for all to see.

I would like to sum up a few observations that I came across in a few hours of my touring -

 

The region has been the "summer capital" of the Scindias who have used its jungles for hunting and building elaborate luxury castles. The same family holds all the representative seats in the parliament for this region; On the left side is a dalit landless agricultural worker who has never seen stable employment, and has never been "selected" for any MGNREGS based work (when it is their right to get 100 days of work per year) by the panchayat officials. I wonder how he can share the emphatic feeling of the seemingly omnipresent writing on the wall.  

 

 In the local political scene, the marginalised communities claim of political neglect by all the elected candidates of the last three decades. The First-Past-The-Post system has allowed some candidates to win even with less than 10% votes of the village. In such a case all the benefits are allegedly captured by those belonging to their political clan and the rest feel unrepresented.

 

In terms of administrative empowerment, the first major stumbling factor in policy administration process is that tribal communities are treated as passive beneficiaries, with no right to choose and no ability to decide. This kind of an approach favours development of nexuses that enrich a few while rendering all public intervention futile.

Almost all the tribals complained of the domination of the upper castes in the lower level bureaucracy. This "world class" medical facility opened at the heart of the remote tribal region of Charch using UNICEF funding seems to resonate the same trend. All the employees mentioned on the board are upper castes - the same as those of the anganwadi centres, panchayat secretaries and numerous other grass-root level public functionaries.

 

In terms of initial endowments, there seemed to be two groups within the SC population of the district - while some of the Jatavs (belonging to the SC community) were well-off (from rural Indian standards), most of the other Jatavs and other SC community were living in dilapidated conditions and held no land or stable employment.

 

 

For the adivasis (tribals), there was no land or labour opportunities to talk about. The businesses in the villages marked as "tribal" for the purpose of BRGF (Backward Region Grant Fund) always seemed to be owned by upper caste Hindus who employed the tribals as casual labourers. The tribal gentleman on the right laughed at the question when I asked him if he owned land or if any revenue land ("patta") was allocated to him. He explained how a tribal spends his entire life in a hand-to-mouth existence and the only jobs they aspire for are in the illegal mining quarries of the region.

I can't end the post without mentioning a grandeous statement made by the senior district official who was incharge of our visit.

 

"Arrey bhai (to his subordinate) inhein wahaan le jaana uss sansthan mein jahaan humne un adivasiyon ko nehla-dhula kar unka mundan karwaya tha. (to us) kuchch adivasiyon mein bimariyon ki badi samasya thi, maine dekha toh paaya ki inhe dawaiyon ki nahi hygiene ki jaroorat hai - unko badhiya nehle dhula kar shave banwa kar taiyar kiya aur ensure kiya ki voh nahaye - ab aap log jayenge toh dekhna - koi bimari nahi hai udhar ! (smiling to himself)"

[He asked his subordinate to take us to an organisation where he had made a set of tribals, complaining of health problems, to have a bath and shave daily - he claimed that itself cured the diseases in those tribals].

 

What struck me in this assertion was not the seemingly fuzzy connection between shaving one's stubble and falling ill (After all, hygiene is an important factor in health), but the way he said it. The air of superiority and wisdom he echoed could have been the same if he were to be talking of some non human species that are to be managed by him. Clearly, the idea of "participation of tribals in making of decisions that affect them", will be incomprehensibly bizarre for him in the near future.

 

 

 

LBSNAA – The colours of the Foundation Course

It’ s a beautiful place to reside in, the very ambiance of the academy with its hills and curves signifies  a sense of stability, that comes naturally to any place with a rocky terrain.

The interesting aspect of doing FC here is that the pace with which the course moves; There are 250+ people to meet and get to know about, trillions of gossips revolving around hundreds of tit-bit events that happen during the day, and to top it all, every week ends with some organised event that adds to the randomness and entropy (some call it excitement) of the course.

It is this brisk pace of the mind, deeply contextuated in the stillness of the spirit, that acts as the continuous underlying theme of the stay here. No matter how random my day goes – with seemingly irrelevant/ trivial classes, or incidents of incoherent (and often defying-ly irrational) behaviour of some batch mates, I can always find my inner peace just sitting out and staring at the majestic topography that this place offers.

Last few weeks that I have spent here have been an experiment in handling randomness – to do something, experience it and then return to the shell that is secured in the presence of few like-minded friends.

"Pratakal ka Atyachar"- Our Skit in the 1st cultural

A lot of my active participation in the FC has been questionable; The skit that I partly scripted and played a role in – was very well-received by the OTs and faculty alike, but only our team knows how many questions were put to us before we performed on stage. There were batchmates who had a blanket objection to their being imitated (Frankly, I thought it was their inflated egos who made them feel that they deserve imitation), while some took it in the right spirit. We were constantly wary of how the faculty will take their own imitations – being the first cultural night, we knew that we have to set the standards and we took the risk of doing things our way.

A Scene from the Bhojpuri Song in 2nd Culturals

A similar story is that of the Bhojpuri item song that we danced on in the second cultural – although the jury is still out on whether it was vulgar or not (or rather, whether the level of vulgarity was within acceptable limits or not :D). A lady faculty member complimented us on the “unapologetic manner” in which we did it while there were a number of differing viewpoints from some batchmates.

I guess the most difficult type of questions for me to answer would be those questioning the logic of my acts, and I won’t care about such questions unless my behavior gets really out-of-the line.

A major departure from the NPA attitude has been that of image consciousness – while in NPA my acts were directed so as to ensure that my low-profile image doesn’t get blurred, here I am just being myself irrespective of the consequences. This isn’t really the safest approach – I have already merited a personal meeting with the disciplinary in charge along with the image of being “culturally active” (some extended it to assume that i would be energetic about everything, irrespective of its stupidity). Given the latter image, my low participation in the childish fete organised yesterday, brought the ire of my batch mates who coordinated it.

One critically important learning from the stay in LBSNAA so far is that the lonely boring moments centred around somber futuristic existential questions can be humorously evaded by gossiping about the most nugatory things in academy life. This is the importance of friends whom you can talk to.