Showing posts with label chhattisgarh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chhattisgarh. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 19, 2023

पलाश के फूल

अब पलाश के फूल का बखत आ गया है,
आसमान नारंगी होने का बखत आ गया है,
अब होली खेलने का बखत आ गया है ... 
 
रंग बरसाने का
हल्ले का, सीनाजोरी का,
नटखट इरादों की बदमाशियों का
अब बखत आ गया है ...
 
अब पलाश के फूल का बखत आ गया है,
और महफ़िल के मेरे दोस्तों,
अब तुम्हारे निकलने का बखत आ गया है ...  

Thursday, July 31, 2014

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. 
 

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Disputed Industries and Discontented land losers


While shuffling for some serious topics to write on, an obituary to the Raigarh stint seemed like a perfect choice; but then I felt apt to share my perspective on a theme that has excited me even before I joined IAS.
The theme wherein the richest are pitted against the poorest and the way the government (or the officers concerned) orients itself makes the difference between a violent conflict and a win win situation...It's the theme that Raigarh district offered lots of insights into.. .The theme of Industrial Disputes*1

Raigarh: an Industrial (Dispute?) district 

When the people, as a collective, have grudges and misgivings against an industry that’s setup in their backyard they often resort to a confrontationist mode wherein obstruction to the industry’s operations is the usual first step.
This is also a pre-conceived methodology to involve the district administration, as any such obstruction is bound to be illegal and is usually accompanied with acts of violence against persons and properties.

In my one year's Raigarh stint, I handled 1 such long drawn dispute as the concerned Tehsildar, 3 more as the concerned SDM and a few others  I witnessed as Assistant Collector. Two of them were against public sector companies, the rest against large private firms. Almost every dispute had land losers in the forefront and in all the disputes employment to the locals was one of the key demands. The cries of "company management" being irresponsive to justify the coercive step were also common to all. 

Every industrial dispute has a core of either a genuine grudge or a deep reaching misconception; this usually forms the bulk of the demands that are projected to the people (and most importantly, the media).
Outside the core, the bulk of a dispute is created and governed by commercial-political interests. The triggering factor for a dispute is usually an astonishingly small action by the company (eg. Firing a few local contractors for Non-performance or not yielding to demands of villagers for a special bathing tank)

The usual way to deal with such situations is to first address the triggering factors. Since these are the easiest for the company to commit to, with little administrative pressure the protestors' genuine immediate demands can be acceded to.
The second step is to focus on the other persistent set of demands and separate the genuine grudges from the artificial ones; the leaders of such protests are usually seeking to push in one of their personal agenda in the garb of public demand, it becomes important to separate these threads.
The next step is to analyse what kind of commitment can be legally extracted from the company regarding the genuine concerns and meeting common ground on the same.
The final step is to tell the free riders and nuisance creators, who have by now hijacked the negotiation and the protests, to back off and let the company do its work as it won’t be able to share its profits till it makes it. Needless to say, all these steps are to be kept completely transparent and at no point should the fairness of the governmental authority be made questionable.
This algorithm has stood the test of time (only a year, and still evolving) for me and has created a win-win situation for the aggrieved villagers/land losers and the company. Yet each such dispute throws its own idiosyncrasy that makes for a nice story ... It is these unique experiences that compelled me to write this post.

*1 – “Industrial Disputes”, for the purpose of this blog post, refers to any law and order situation centring an industrial unit

Cartelisation using Government Mediation


A unique industrial dispute started in the supply chain of a prominent mining public sector company in Raigarh. The transporters of raw material went on protests against entry of "outsiders" in the transporting business. Things took a nasty turn when they started obstructing supplies (through voluntary and coerced support from fellow transporters) and sought administrative intervention/ mediation to pressurise the concerned company to not give business to those "outsiders".
Despite the precedents that mildly supported their demand for administrative intervention, such issues were left up to the company to decide.
The administration has no mandate to decide who is "outsider", given the fact that those protesting were all first generation Chhattisgarh migrants. Notwithstanding the protestors ' efforts to involve some "Professional Agitators"*2, common sense prevailed and it died its natural death. After all, commercial vested interests alone cannot carry out an agitation if the administration and police are fair and non- partisan.

*2 - “Professional Agitators” refers to people who earn their living out of protests and demonstrations. Raigarh, being an industrial district, has dozens of them. They can be found in every drama involving any industry, their noise volumes being inversely proportional to how well they are "managed" by the concerned entity)

The Land Scam and the Clean Up

 Another idiosyncrasy was shown by a Maha-Ratna public sector company wherein the hundreds of hectares of land that it acquired were done in a way to cost the company a few hundred crore rupees extra. It was done through what we later found out to be a major land scam that involved company officials as well as lower levels of revenue administration.
The land losers who actively participated in the scam were rewarded many folds and so were the brokers.  When the district administration took cognizance of the misdeeds and worked overtime to reverse the damage done by conducting a thorough investigation, the commercial interests of many were hit. 

The resulting protests were started in the garb of developmental issues yet the root cause (which they were foolish enough to mention in writing) was the investigation into the land scam. They wanted immediate call back of the same. Normally protests like these, with no moral authority whatsoever, don’t deter companies.
However the fact that arguably every employee of the concerned company itself took active/passive part in the scam, made the company management's own moral position dicey. 

Political Hijacking Eventual Fizzling

The dispute that touched me the most was built around the most genuine concern of all- employment of one family member of a land loser to be given by the company which acquired its land within 2 years of taking possession.
As discussed before, its triggering factor was alleged firing of 25 land loser employees by the company management without giving due reason.
However the company had nearly 190 such land losers and it had given employment to only 45. I found the dispute to be a meaningful opportunity for the administration to make the company commit to employing all the 190 odd people. 


To cut a long story short, the issue soon saw involvement of the "professional agitators", active honourable political post holders and even wannabe youth leaders. With the effect that genuine and artificial issues got mixed up to an extent that was irreparable (who would teach the difference between legal mandate and a moral mandate to an emotive crowd of 300 odd people stuffed in a meeting hall?).

I felt let down because just when the company was made to came forward to give everything that it could, the "public mood" shifted to the more short term and impossible demands, leading to an entire change of focus and an amorphous end of the agitations.

Dramas and Disputes

Agreed, a lot of it is drama. 
Agreed, the front actors are usually crooks. 
Agreed, the commercial vested interest dominates the negotiations.
Yet, when I visited the villages that were affected by the concerned companies, there was a genuine grievance that I could sense in the quietest individuals. Who would usually be standing on the side lines with a perplexed  look  while the "leaders" demanded and approach me at the end with folded hands and a withered piece of paper, asking for a perfectly legal claim which should have been theirs months ago.
It always made one ask, yes we can solve these dramatic problems but why give a chance for the genuine grudge to arise?

In today's date, land matters the most. Hence our policies pertaining to its acquisition and rehabilitation matter. What matters more is their implementation - land scams during acquisition and percolation of land brokers that rob the real owners off their rehabilitation rights needs to be stopped.
District administration in Raigarh has taken suo motu cognizance of illegal land transfers and passed orders of revenue recovery in the tune of tens of crores. All the SDMs are being instructed to conduct gram sabhas in areas where land is going to be acquired in near future so as to make people aware of the rehabilitation benefits and in turn deter the land mafia that acts on the information asymmetry. I hope this trend continues here and elsewhere.

I have learnt from my mentor over the last year that a rich man in India will get its work done through the government through one way or another, it's the poor that we (in the IAS) need to proactively work for. In these Industrial disputes where the rich were pitted against the poorest, the side the Government (or I) was on was never in question. Instead of treating the protestors as criminal breachers of peace, we treated them like aware citizenry whose lawful demands we will ensure to meet.
These disputes provided an opportunity for me to negotiate on the behalf of those who would otherwise just hope to be heard and let go. I, like all the other anonymous bureaucrats, will soon be forgotten forever, yet the warmth/appreciation I felt from the genuine protestors and the memory of their contentment on being heard and addressed to, are going to stay with me..

PS: A Demi- Official obituary to Raigarh stint might still follow ;-) 

PPS: 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.


Hello Chhattisgarh!

Time ticks away. It's been one year since i first landed in Chhattisgarh as an IAS probationer and now i find myself going back to where i came from (#lbsnaa). 

Exactly one year back, i had funny notions about the state and its people, there were doubts whether i will fit in. Doubts whether i will survive, both professionally and existentially. Like any other newspaper reading member of the middle class citizenry, i also thought of "Chhattisgarh" as a term synonymous to "Naxalism". (Having read and reviewed a lot of Leftist literature obviously didn't help feel better). 
I remember being pleasantly surprised finding that there is flight connectivity to its capital, the fact that the airport was normal and there was no armed ambush till half an hour after the flight's landing also brought relief. 

The drive from the airport to my district took 6 odd hours and i spent the whole time looking out of the window, searching for People carrying weapons and red flags. What i found instead, were wide roads that led to the highway that cut through a beautiful, serene countryside, dotted with kuchcha houses and ponds..

Over the next few weeks, my preconceived notions about the state went for a complete toss! Instead they were replaced by even funnier notions... 

For one, I was astonished by people's capacity to consume paan... When there are more than 4 people clustered at a place, the place is bound to smell of beetle nut! ... When the "Honorable" High Court decided to confer on us, probationers, temporary powers of a judicial magistrate, i found myself sitting on a high chair listening to the pan chewing lawyers. The height of the chair was enough to make me seem imposing and give wings to my already inflated ego but not enough to prevent the pan filled saliva that splashed from the lawyers' mouths, from reaching me!


The scenes at the courts and govt offices were filled with obnoxious red teethed smiles of middlemen, spread across faces that were made rotund by intense oral activity (i.e. chewing :P)...  I soon learnt the subtle differences between people's choices - the gudaku, the paan, the gutkha and the hundred other products that they subject their teeth to. 

The second pattern that emerged clearly was that of pond bathing! Initially i saw it as an escape from the heat, but then, when my travels increased, i realized its omnipresence. Wherever there is a water body - a river, a pond, a tank, or even a temporary rainwater nallah... There are bound to be people of all age groups and genders bathing, be it early in the morning or late into the evening... ( somehow the nights were given to the poor water bodies to soak in all the human touch). One had had dreams in which the river flowing next to the circuit house would be flowing with soap water and there would be bubbles all around.

Away from the dusty towns, in the tribal villages, i sensed satisfaction in the air; A sort of a unhurried ease that comes with lack of expectations. Children greet me with broad noses and beautiful white smiles (for their teeth are still not subjected to the torture reserved for adults). Barefooted people could be seen carrying tendu patta on their lean, sun-burnt bodies.  The forest that surrounds is cut by roads that are plight-fully checkered with tar. Roads that are used by trucks and lorries carrying produce from the dug-up earth.

In the days that followed, chhattisgarh slowly began to reveal itself. Its a cadre wherein the IAS is still looked up to, a state where administration has shown promise, a state where political intervention is not vile or crippling. A state where problems are huge and complicated and the people are submissive and enduring.

Chhattisgarh has the land from which the richest business tycoons earned their money, made the middlemen rich and left the indigenous people wondering what just came and took away their home. It's a rich state with poor people that challenges the government to deliver and distribute the benefits of industrialization better. 

One can go on writing, but its now time to go back to LBSNAA and somehow describe my dirt and sweat filled field level experience using big English jargon words that no one back in the district would either understand or care to...

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.



Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

God and Government

Shifting Vantage Points & Slipping Perspectives

It's an eerie feeling, sensing your perspectives reversing within minutes. Issues you felt strongly about, opinions you passionately held as your own, change inconspicuously without any one's intervention. I have been experiencing  this quite often since i have joined the field-rung of the government. What came across as perfectly rational and obvious while reading newspapers and scholarly articles during UPSC preparation, seems fraught with absurdities now. The simple, straight forward solutions offered by "experts" that invoked anger on the highhandedness of the "government", now often appear as practical impossibilities.

This is not happening because my cognitive capacity has been swallowed by the venomous monster called bureaucracy or because I have fallen prey to the incorrigibly corrupt government's ways (as some of u will immediately be tempted to comment). This is happening because with each passing working day, I am grasping the meaning of the notion of "government" better (and this is a long drawn process that has just begun).

Understanding Government: God & Religions 

The concept of "government" is in some ways similar to concept of "god"; There are hundreds of ways to fathom it. At the extreme is the notion that God (or Government, as the case may be) is in everything/everyone (with devolution through local self governments and expansion of government's ambit this may not seem very far from truth).The other extreme is that of Buddha like denial - "it's not this, it's not this", used in the context of government to pass the buck and evade responsibility ever so often.

Unlike the concept of god, which can be grasped through all the extremes and even the "middle paths", the concept of government lies somewhere in between the two extremes and is highly specific to the time, space and function continuum. In short - there's no easy answer to what government is. It's your vantage point that will decide what the term "government" will mean to you.

Complexities and the Xenophobia

For those located outside the govt. setup, the means to learn about the system's inside are limited. A large part of the govt remains unexpressed due to the legacy of the official secrets act. We see it in movies (mostly mindless and occasionally meaningful) and media publications (mostly event centric and occasionally process centric). We experience it in the nasty encounters with the cops and clerks, yet we never really "feel" it as a whole. So there will always be this divide of "Us, the citizens" and "they, the corrupt cops, clerks and politicians of the govt". This divide fans preconceived notion and hinders constructive collaboration between the "citizens" and the "government", the "us" and the "them".

This divide also allows for messiah driven politics that demonizes each and everything  - be it violent "Naxalites" or the non violent Jantar Mantar Gandhians; Absolute dissection of society as "us" and "them" is bound to leave negative sociological impressions.

Alas! Truth is that even within the govt things are not all that simple to grasp. There are hundreds of xenophobic tendencies cutting the length and breadth of the government setup itself. Some of which I have been experiencing myself.

Even when the "Citizen" sees the entire "Government" as a whole, there exist real psychological and functional divides between civil servants and politicians, "money- driven" and "rule-driven" civil servants, staff of various departments, etc. This list goes on and on, till you begin to see that each man/woman indeed feels(both personally and professionally) alone in this huge "system" that he/she refers to "government". But what is this "government" ?

Revisiting the Slipping Perspectives

So given the neoteric face-off with "reality", my perspectives on the RTI Act, environmental activists and print media have slipped considerably.

While reading about the RTI Act, it was apparent to me that proactive disclosure (section 4 of the Act) should be the way out and all the "concerns" that the critics (vested interests) throw should be addressed via it. But when I am planning for such proactive disclosure under RTI Act for my organisation - I am facing the fear of "nuisance creators" among the clerical staff. Although I will be analyzing the RTI applications data in detail and may publish some notes in a separate blog post, on the face of it, it was clear that there were some selected "RTI activists" in the district who earn their livelihood solely through the extent of harm they can do to the babus through embarrassing information. I think it's a good first step, at least there now exists the means for a "common man" to access such public information and bring embarrassing facts to light, but what is disheartening is that this whole activity seems to be driven solely by blackmailing and "internal settings" - there is no real activism around RTI that seems to be happening in the interest of common public.

This brings me to another interesting perspective that I used to have about the print media. Sometimes there is a front page news on an IAS putting a logbook entry for his official vehicle wrongly, amounting to misappropriation of public money to the tune of 250 Rs. and much more often than that, one doesn't see the journalists covering events/ activities of corruption that are considered a part of "public knowledge". People more experienced than me routinely tend to shrug these things off knowing them to be the difference between "ill-managed" and "well-managed" media - I am yet to find this out myself.

Being posted in an industrial district with a majority of tribal population, I routinely look for competent/willing civil society organisations that can supplement and monitor government efforts and act as catalysts for development. I am becoming habituated to my queries on such NGOs/Activist Fronts being answered by contempt. It's considered common knowledge that they are on the pay roll of the industries, who in turn "manage" them in order to avoid any nuisance causing activity. Needless to say, CSR funds, that I have written about before, help the companies in this respect. 

I strongly believe in not stereotyping individuals and organisations. I believe in looking for the silver lining when the sky is gloomy. I am sure that there are some activists, civil society organisations and media personnel in the district who defy these stereotypes and follow their conscience - I have found a few already, am not stopping till I find the rest ...







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.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Social Responsibility of Corporates - Zeroing the Externalities

Most of us know that India grows through its industries. With this term we usually imply privately owned corporate firms making huge profits out of their production units and creating wealth for their shareholders and owners. While revering these modern temples of GDP growth some of us may think of those thousands of people who are displaced from their land for their creation. Some may think of those people who bear the brunt of the pollution that their plants and mines cause. Some may point to the people who are directly affected by the oft-lethal traffic nuisance created by their trawlers and trucks. And some of us (possibly with an alleged “leftist” inclination) may also grieve for the few hundreds of workers who give their lives every year in industrial accidents and that multitude who silently faces serious health issues due to exposure to dangerous chemicals.

Corporate Social Responsibility – Buzzword denoting these corporates' gift back to the society. In the last 3-4 years this term has grabbed a lot of limelight. Justifiably so, after all who would not want that the profitable ventures do their bit for the people they directly affect? When I joined Raigarh a couple of months back, I also revered these temples and appreciated their effort to pro-actively deliver to the people (showcased so fervently via magazines dedicated for this purpose). The district has a number of primary and secondary industries and is also amongst the leading mining (both major and minor minerals) zones of the country. After a number of rude and subtle surprises, my view on this has undergone a tremendous change.


The Undefined Monster

As they say, the devil lies in the details. While the Central Government’s CSR Directives in Companies Act  and the Chhattisgarh state’s recent CSR policy debate on the mode of funding of CSR activities, it is necessary to carefully define what activities constitute CSR and who will judge (and be accountable for) the same. For those unfamiliar with the ways of the world, let me point out that any laxity in this allows for senseless booking of expenditure under CSR heads. A private company may construct a road solely for the purpose of transportation of its mineral ore and book it under CSR – this may be something that the locals protest against, but again – who decides? Worse, the company may be running a private technical college with profit in mind and no reservations for the students of the particular district or state and still call it CSR. Very often, the companies may even use the fund booked under this head to pacify the “trouble makers” – the politicians and rogue environmental/RTI activists who thrive on their nuisance value.


Stakeholder Justice & Governmental Regulation

Like all the things that are never admitted yet commonly understood, CSR is usually treated by companies as the dole out that keeps the government’s “task-forces” away from their compounds (there are some notable and creditable exceptions but those companies are increasingly becoming rarer). The size of the CSR kitty is indicative of the bargaining power of the district collector. The latter gets this power because it is understood that no industry follows the rule book to the word in its operations.

I have come to know of cases where collectors have got the mines of prominent corporate closed for months at a stretch for the latter’s failure to provide drinking water to the village that they had resettled. Such examples are few. More commonly, the collectors suggest a few big ticket items that account for nearly 10-20% of the district’s total CSR booking by various corporate and leave the rest unmonitored.
I expected earnestness on the behalf of the companies, a sort of ownership for the school that is physically contiguous to their plant’s boundary or a sort of quality in their CSR constructions that reflects the quality of their own industrial constructions. I saw none. Most big companies, despite having dedicated staff and funds to look after CSR, don’t tend to respond unless they have some pending work with the Government – fixing of date for their mine’s public hearing or acquisition of some land for their plant’s expansion.


Is There a Silver Lining?

Despite my apparent pessimism, I will admit that I have come across a few companies (a small percentage though) that took CSR in a more people-centric manner. This is an issue that needs a consensus at all levels of Government’s hierarchies. If we decide to define the non-negotiable questions in terms of booking of funds under CSR and ensure effective, time-bound follow-up at the district level, things will begin to move in a consistent manner. Most of all, the higher officials of these private companies, should probably spend lesser time in delivering high-sounding lectures on “participative profit making” and actually think and chart out their stakeholders’ lists in a prioritized manner.

When we, as the government, acquire land for the industries, we are consciously uprooting helpless people (and proudly calling it “eminent domain”). The least of our expectations is that of justice to them and to those who directly bear the brunt of their negative externalities. I hope it is they who make it to the top of such lists and the money flowing in CSR addresses their concerns.

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.

 





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