I was super ambitious when I was in school; fuelled by doing well in studies, sports and extra-curriculars and feted and peted by my principals and teachers, I believed I could conquer the world. My parents were focussed on giving me an education that would help me build a great career -and I dreamt of money, heading a business and taking my natural place in the Corporate order.I loved my first job and had a great time travelling across the country, even to places like Asansol, Patna and Dhanbad.
Then marriage and kids happened. And suddenly, much as I wanted to be a career woman, I could not bear to leave Nishna behind. Her little fingers tugged at my heart and I wanted to be with her. My mom kept nagging me to go back to work, but I could not. Praneet was on a roll and to be together meant that I had to give up work.
Those were good years, of sorts. I traveled the world, had another kid, but through it all, I itched to get back to work.
Going back to work after many years was a pleasure - getting up in the morning, getting ready, meeting people with whom you could share a coffee and gossip - and do interesting work.
It was not easy. My batchmates had moved way ahead of me and were heading divisions and/or companies, while I was no where near any of that. The years I had spent was an entreprenuer and the experiences I had gained because of that did not really count for anything. And ofcourse, I must be getting paid lesser than the MBA fresher.
All this does not really do good things for one’s ego.
My Mother always tells me to measure what I have gained against what my losses might be. I was lucky that I did not need to work for money, got to spend time with my kids and it is rewarding to see them grow into secure, confident, intelligent young adults.
It has not been pleasant to not have my own personal wealth (though truth be told, that did not stop me from spending Praneet’s money!).It makes me feel happy to see my friends so successful but it hurts coz I know I was as good, if not better.
After years I have eventually come back to what I love most - books. In my new freelancer capacity I write, read, edit and recommend good manuscripts. I get to curate the Kalaghoda festival and have made many friendships and business relationships because of that.
And today, I am at the crossroad of yet another decision - to stay at home for this year and write and nurture myself; or to join a fabulous company that is doing pathbreaking work in education.
The dilemma is intense, because for once I don’t think I have the energy to manage so much anymore. It is bothering me that I am possibly letting go of the best corporate job that has come my way.
But something a friend told me yesterday rings true for once. That this is possibly the only time I have, to create something that will impact kids’ lives. That I should measure my success against that, not against the amount of money I earn. That my success will be eventually reflected in the lives that my children carve out for themselves.
In the final analysis, I don’t know if I will win or lose!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Being a Mother
My ex-boss used to say that every woman who becomes a mother becomes a gyaani. She thinks she knows it all. Ofcourse, he was a single Panju ladla son of his mother, so he could not have known any better.
The fact is, nothing prepares us for motherhood. Even though, from the very beginning we are told that women are natural mothers, the reality, atleast for me was quite different.
Motherhood came with discomfort for me. I did not feel any particular pleasure when I conceived and carried Nishna in me. The overwhelming thought was that I was losing my figure and getting stretch marks. And when I held Nishna in my arms, I did not fall in love with her. I was merely amazed that I had been carrying her in me.
Falling in love with her happened a little later, but I lost my sleep. I would wake up at night and constantly check on her - putting my fingers under her nose to feel her breath or my palms on her stomach to check the gentle breathing in and out.
I lost my sleep and gained anxiety and fear. What if something went wrong? What if someone took her away? What if I lost her?
Her growing up has not lessened my anxiety, if anything I am more worried today. At 13, Nishna is discovering her self as a young woman; friends are an integral part of her life and she is learning to tell me partial truths.
And I worry and worry and worry. What if she goes astray? What if she gets into trouble and hides it from me? How will I handle her gentle heart being broken - by friends, boyfriends, school results and so forth? What if she is stalked and troubled?
Oh!the list is endless and I realise that I am so ill-equipped to handle this new phase of motherhood. Should I try being a friend to her? Or being a Mommy? Or look for a mid path where she will confide in me? How do I control my anxiety and the anger that spills forth because of it? What mistakes am I committing?What if my approach is not the right one?
I know she has to gain her own experiences and be richer because of them. But if there was a way, I would gather her in my arms and shield and protect her from all the hurt and trouble.
Really- I would be protecting myself because Motherhood hurts.
The fact is, nothing prepares us for motherhood. Even though, from the very beginning we are told that women are natural mothers, the reality, atleast for me was quite different.
Motherhood came with discomfort for me. I did not feel any particular pleasure when I conceived and carried Nishna in me. The overwhelming thought was that I was losing my figure and getting stretch marks. And when I held Nishna in my arms, I did not fall in love with her. I was merely amazed that I had been carrying her in me.
Falling in love with her happened a little later, but I lost my sleep. I would wake up at night and constantly check on her - putting my fingers under her nose to feel her breath or my palms on her stomach to check the gentle breathing in and out.
I lost my sleep and gained anxiety and fear. What if something went wrong? What if someone took her away? What if I lost her?
Her growing up has not lessened my anxiety, if anything I am more worried today. At 13, Nishna is discovering her self as a young woman; friends are an integral part of her life and she is learning to tell me partial truths.
And I worry and worry and worry. What if she goes astray? What if she gets into trouble and hides it from me? How will I handle her gentle heart being broken - by friends, boyfriends, school results and so forth? What if she is stalked and troubled?
Oh!the list is endless and I realise that I am so ill-equipped to handle this new phase of motherhood. Should I try being a friend to her? Or being a Mommy? Or look for a mid path where she will confide in me? How do I control my anxiety and the anger that spills forth because of it? What mistakes am I committing?What if my approach is not the right one?
I know she has to gain her own experiences and be richer because of them. But if there was a way, I would gather her in my arms and shield and protect her from all the hurt and trouble.
Really- I would be protecting myself because Motherhood hurts.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
RIP Uncle Pai
How come Uncle Pai was never bestowed the honour of a Padma Shri or Bharat Ratna when his achievements far surpass that of some of the fools in that list ?
Uncle Pai was the founder of Amar Chitra Katha - the comics that introduced generations of Indian kids to Indian history and mythology. One of the animators I once met had this to share - that it is so difficult to re-create Ram and Sita and other characters because all our perceptions were framed by Uncle Pai’s delineation of the same. The hour glass figured village belles with the sheer dupattas and the dusky handsome men in the stories - those are difficult images to compete with!
Uncle Pai was passionate about history and worked hard to realise his dream.He quit working with the Times of India after he saw a quiz program that deeply disturbed him...the Indian kids knew Greek mythology but had no clue who Ram’s mother was. He decided to bring Indian history in all its glory to kids. The first Amar Chitra Katha ‘Krishna’ was launched in 1969.In 1969, Anant Pai founded Rang Rekha Features, India's first comic and cartoon syndicate, which lasted till 1998. Uncle Pai also started ‘Tinkle’, a children's monthly magazine in 1981. He decided to call the magazine so, because everytime they held a meeting to decide on a name for the magazine, the phone would ‘tinkle’! Kalia the crow is based on the crow that came to his window sill at home, in Mumbai's Prabhadevi.
Anant Pai conceptualized all the ACKs, wrote the scenarios for most of them and worked closely with the artists on the development. There were times when the comics would be ready, but there was no money to print it. So he would wait till he could finance the print run. Because of budgetary constraints, the original printings of ACKs were not in full colour. The panels were printed using yellow, blue and green. The later issues were in full colour. All ACKs stuck to a 30 page format.
Uncle Pai was full of stories about how he took the ACKs to different towns and cities and the loving reception he received everywhere. The ACKs came at a time when the shift from villages to towns had resulted in the break up of the joint family system. In an urban nuclear family set-up, the ACKs filled in a void created by the absence of grandparents and other elderly folk that would tell epic tales and stories from India’s rich cultural heritage.
Though ACKs were later translated into many languages, Uncle Pai decided to introduce them in English in order to reach out to the English medium schools and kids that aspired to learn English.
Today, Amar Chitra Katha, sells about three million comic books a year, in English and more than 20 Indian languages, and has sold about 100 million copies since it inception in 1967 by Anant Pai. Many schools use strips of Amar Chitra Kathas to teach kids history.
Uncle Pai has been honoured with many awards, the latest being the the Lifetime Achievement Award this February at India’s first ever Comic Convention held in New Delhi.
Even though Uncle Pai sold the business to ACK-Media in 2007, he continued to come to office every single day. He was working on a massive project that would reflect the Glimpses of Indian Glory through the ages. He was meticulous in his research and passionate about his work till the very end.
And no National honour for this great visionary? Shame Indeed.
Uncle Pai was the founder of Amar Chitra Katha - the comics that introduced generations of Indian kids to Indian history and mythology. One of the animators I once met had this to share - that it is so difficult to re-create Ram and Sita and other characters because all our perceptions were framed by Uncle Pai’s delineation of the same. The hour glass figured village belles with the sheer dupattas and the dusky handsome men in the stories - those are difficult images to compete with!
Uncle Pai was passionate about history and worked hard to realise his dream.He quit working with the Times of India after he saw a quiz program that deeply disturbed him...the Indian kids knew Greek mythology but had no clue who Ram’s mother was. He decided to bring Indian history in all its glory to kids. The first Amar Chitra Katha ‘Krishna’ was launched in 1969.In 1969, Anant Pai founded Rang Rekha Features, India's first comic and cartoon syndicate, which lasted till 1998. Uncle Pai also started ‘Tinkle’, a children's monthly magazine in 1981. He decided to call the magazine so, because everytime they held a meeting to decide on a name for the magazine, the phone would ‘tinkle’! Kalia the crow is based on the crow that came to his window sill at home, in Mumbai's Prabhadevi.
Anant Pai conceptualized all the ACKs, wrote the scenarios for most of them and worked closely with the artists on the development. There were times when the comics would be ready, but there was no money to print it. So he would wait till he could finance the print run. Because of budgetary constraints, the original printings of ACKs were not in full colour. The panels were printed using yellow, blue and green. The later issues were in full colour. All ACKs stuck to a 30 page format.
Uncle Pai was full of stories about how he took the ACKs to different towns and cities and the loving reception he received everywhere. The ACKs came at a time when the shift from villages to towns had resulted in the break up of the joint family system. In an urban nuclear family set-up, the ACKs filled in a void created by the absence of grandparents and other elderly folk that would tell epic tales and stories from India’s rich cultural heritage.
Though ACKs were later translated into many languages, Uncle Pai decided to introduce them in English in order to reach out to the English medium schools and kids that aspired to learn English.
Today, Amar Chitra Katha, sells about three million comic books a year, in English and more than 20 Indian languages, and has sold about 100 million copies since it inception in 1967 by Anant Pai. Many schools use strips of Amar Chitra Kathas to teach kids history.
Uncle Pai has been honoured with many awards, the latest being the the Lifetime Achievement Award this February at India’s first ever Comic Convention held in New Delhi.
Even though Uncle Pai sold the business to ACK-Media in 2007, he continued to come to office every single day. He was working on a massive project that would reflect the Glimpses of Indian Glory through the ages. He was meticulous in his research and passionate about his work till the very end.
And no National honour for this great visionary? Shame Indeed.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Falling sick ain’t sooo bad
Sometimes it is good to fall sick. It forces you to take a break, re-examine your life and its priorities, makes you aware of the people and relationships that are really important. It helps sift the wheat from the chaff and gives a golden chance to re-claim your life.
That’s what happened to me. In the intial days of intense pain and trauma, I kept trying to understand why I was suffering so much. I am a strong believer in Karma. I make my mistakes, but by and large I try not to hurt people because I truly believe that my actions will hit me harder on the rebound. I could not figure out who it was that I had hurt so badly to be punished like this. Slowly I realised that the person I had hurt the most in the past year, the person I had betrayed and lied too and thrown negative energy at was ME. I had not treated myself well. I had walked out on a Company and a job I loved .And when a relationship breaks it results in loss of confidence and self esteem and that is what happened to me.Therefore I spent the better part of the year trying to prove to myself that I was excellent and that I could do it all. Looking back, I should have allowed myself sufficient time to grieve and move on. Instead, as I did better and better at work, I collected tons of negative energy in my heart.And this hit me big time!
In juggling marriage, kids and work I had drifted apart from many of my close relationships. And the illness re-connected me with all of them again .My mother flew nonstop for 24 hrs from Nigeria to reach me asap and nursed me 24/7. Praneet never left my bedside and played the roles of a father, husband, friend and even mother at various times. He was tuned in to every agony of mine and did what he could to alleviate it. My kids were angels , demanded nothing and stayed home alone when there was no one with them for 2 weeks through the day.My sister stood by me and cleaned up after me all the time.My strong unexpressive Dad was like playdoh and would cry on the phone everytime he called from Nigeria.And my brother dropped everything to come and visit me. My sister in law who was my emotional anchor and stayed with me to get the diagnosis right. What can I say, except that I am blessed.
I felt humbled by the number of people who were so concerned about me. And I can sift the wheat from the chaff now. My friends who asked after me, organised prayer meetings and flew in from Delhi to visit me .Those who made it a point to come to the hospital everyday just chat with Praneet in the hospital lobby to give him emotional support. The ex boss I had a misunderstanding with , the ex-colleague I was nasty to, all the Kalaghoda members and publishers -I did not know so many people cared about me.
I don’t believe I am a very nice person, but the love and concern made me feel special indeed. And while I could see nothing positive in those weeks of intense pain and suffering, today I believe that I had it good. It could have been worse.The wake up call was well timed and it has made me stop to smell the roses. And to love and appreciate what I have. And to thank the divine power for this beautiful life.
That’s what happened to me. In the intial days of intense pain and trauma, I kept trying to understand why I was suffering so much. I am a strong believer in Karma. I make my mistakes, but by and large I try not to hurt people because I truly believe that my actions will hit me harder on the rebound. I could not figure out who it was that I had hurt so badly to be punished like this. Slowly I realised that the person I had hurt the most in the past year, the person I had betrayed and lied too and thrown negative energy at was ME. I had not treated myself well. I had walked out on a Company and a job I loved .And when a relationship breaks it results in loss of confidence and self esteem and that is what happened to me.Therefore I spent the better part of the year trying to prove to myself that I was excellent and that I could do it all. Looking back, I should have allowed myself sufficient time to grieve and move on. Instead, as I did better and better at work, I collected tons of negative energy in my heart.And this hit me big time!
In juggling marriage, kids and work I had drifted apart from many of my close relationships. And the illness re-connected me with all of them again .My mother flew nonstop for 24 hrs from Nigeria to reach me asap and nursed me 24/7. Praneet never left my bedside and played the roles of a father, husband, friend and even mother at various times. He was tuned in to every agony of mine and did what he could to alleviate it. My kids were angels , demanded nothing and stayed home alone when there was no one with them for 2 weeks through the day.My sister stood by me and cleaned up after me all the time.My strong unexpressive Dad was like playdoh and would cry on the phone everytime he called from Nigeria.And my brother dropped everything to come and visit me. My sister in law who was my emotional anchor and stayed with me to get the diagnosis right. What can I say, except that I am blessed.
I felt humbled by the number of people who were so concerned about me. And I can sift the wheat from the chaff now. My friends who asked after me, organised prayer meetings and flew in from Delhi to visit me .Those who made it a point to come to the hospital everyday just chat with Praneet in the hospital lobby to give him emotional support. The ex boss I had a misunderstanding with , the ex-colleague I was nasty to, all the Kalaghoda members and publishers -I did not know so many people cared about me.
I don’t believe I am a very nice person, but the love and concern made me feel special indeed. And while I could see nothing positive in those weeks of intense pain and suffering, today I believe that I had it good. It could have been worse.The wake up call was well timed and it has made me stop to smell the roses. And to love and appreciate what I have. And to thank the divine power for this beautiful life.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Mera Sapna
At the airport on our way to Goa, Praneet stood chatting with some guy while I was making my way to the loo. When I walked up to them, Praneet casually introduced him as Kumar. I did not really pay attention - Kumar could be a business colleague, an ex colleague, some club fellow, a college mate or someone from IIT. Praneet then turned to me and said,‘ This is Kumar, the guy we are buying the house from.’ My jaw dropped and then made a huge O.
Shit! This was Kumar Gaurav - my first ever celebrity crush!
In that summer of 1980, there was not a single 11 (or for that matter 12, 13, 14...) year old girl who did not fall in love with the chocolate faced KG. I still remember swooning when KG comes into Love Story in his single seater airplane and smiles. And drooling over him when he sat in the middle of the lake with his boots and a fishing rod. And hating Vijeta Pandit when they sing ‘Dekho Maine Dekha Hai yeh ek sapna’! I must have spent countless nights fantasizing that I was the heroine in Love Story!And cut out his pic from every magazine and stuck them in my room, locker and books! My books also had scribbles of Preeti Kumar, Preeti Gaurav, blah blah!
And so when Praneet was first going to meet him, I told him to tell KG that I was besotted with him. An amused Praneet told me to do the favour myself when I met him!
And I had planned my first meeting with KG in great detail. Had planned what I was going to say to him - rehearsed it in front of the mirror even.
And like all best plans, this one crashed miserably when I failed to recognise my heart throb. And I was so embarrassed the rest of the flight. I could not look at him though he sat diagonally from me and was being very approachable and sweet.
So I don’t want to imagine what my next meeting with him will be! And then it may turn out just fine!
Shit! This was Kumar Gaurav - my first ever celebrity crush!
In that summer of 1980, there was not a single 11 (or for that matter 12, 13, 14...) year old girl who did not fall in love with the chocolate faced KG. I still remember swooning when KG comes into Love Story in his single seater airplane and smiles. And drooling over him when he sat in the middle of the lake with his boots and a fishing rod. And hating Vijeta Pandit when they sing ‘Dekho Maine Dekha Hai yeh ek sapna’! I must have spent countless nights fantasizing that I was the heroine in Love Story!And cut out his pic from every magazine and stuck them in my room, locker and books! My books also had scribbles of Preeti Kumar, Preeti Gaurav, blah blah!
And so when Praneet was first going to meet him, I told him to tell KG that I was besotted with him. An amused Praneet told me to do the favour myself when I met him!
And I had planned my first meeting with KG in great detail. Had planned what I was going to say to him - rehearsed it in front of the mirror even.
And like all best plans, this one crashed miserably when I failed to recognise my heart throb. And I was so embarrassed the rest of the flight. I could not look at him though he sat diagonally from me and was being very approachable and sweet.
So I don’t want to imagine what my next meeting with him will be! And then it may turn out just fine!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
From the past!
Twenty five years ago I left my hostel after my 10th boards. And then 25 years later I hooked up with some of my old pals. Teji who was my best friend and a ‘boyfriend’ KG !
And it was a bittersweet experience. There are so many things that I was reminded of, and so many that I have no recollection of! It feels really funny - I am trying to find threads from my memory that can connect events. For instance, why were we kneeling in the school? And how did I meet KG? And did KG and I become “boyfriend - girlfriend’. And why was Teji not around me when we went to the Boy’s school? And where was Teji when I was punished? What was I punished for anyway?
I can’t find answers. There is a hazy cloud in my mind that just does not lift. And there is no-one I can turn to for answers because Teji and KG also have vague memories!
It is a strange experience. When I was that age, I thought I would never ever lose touch with my friends that I was in the hostel with. I thought I would always remember the names of each of those 25 girls who was my class mate. And I would remember all the details of my friends in my slam book. I fought bitterly when my parents told me I was not going back to school for my 12th.
And yet, life passed me by....23 years went by before I discovered facebook and found some girls that I remembered from my class. Other faces looked familiar and yet I can’t recollect their names or any details.
Today, my daughter is at the same threshold of life. Besotted with her peer group and cannot dream of a life without them! I don’t have the heart to tell her that she will grow up not remembering most of them. And when she does meet them, she may not remember any details about them.Life will go on without these friends and she will move on to make more, better friends and gain more experiences.
But this I can tell her - it is such a tingly happy feeling to meet those that you do remember. And it is great fun trying to remind each other of shared experiences. Even though we look so different and know nothing of each other in the present day, the memories of the shared past are enough to re-establish new relationships!
And it was a bittersweet experience. There are so many things that I was reminded of, and so many that I have no recollection of! It feels really funny - I am trying to find threads from my memory that can connect events. For instance, why were we kneeling in the school? And how did I meet KG? And did KG and I become “boyfriend - girlfriend’. And why was Teji not around me when we went to the Boy’s school? And where was Teji when I was punished? What was I punished for anyway?
I can’t find answers. There is a hazy cloud in my mind that just does not lift. And there is no-one I can turn to for answers because Teji and KG also have vague memories!
It is a strange experience. When I was that age, I thought I would never ever lose touch with my friends that I was in the hostel with. I thought I would always remember the names of each of those 25 girls who was my class mate. And I would remember all the details of my friends in my slam book. I fought bitterly when my parents told me I was not going back to school for my 12th.
And yet, life passed me by....23 years went by before I discovered facebook and found some girls that I remembered from my class. Other faces looked familiar and yet I can’t recollect their names or any details.
Today, my daughter is at the same threshold of life. Besotted with her peer group and cannot dream of a life without them! I don’t have the heart to tell her that she will grow up not remembering most of them. And when she does meet them, she may not remember any details about them.Life will go on without these friends and she will move on to make more, better friends and gain more experiences.
But this I can tell her - it is such a tingly happy feeling to meet those that you do remember. And it is great fun trying to remind each other of shared experiences. Even though we look so different and know nothing of each other in the present day, the memories of the shared past are enough to re-establish new relationships!
Friday, November 19, 2010
Legacy and the importance of it
A legacy or legacies is what someone or something is remembered for or what they have left behind that is remembered, revered or has influenced current events and the present day.A legacy continues to be used, typically because it still functions for the users' needs.
I always understood legacy as cultural heritage one wanted to preserve. So my grandmother’s mutton curry, learning Gurmukhi to read the Guru Granth Sahib or the weekly trips to the vegetable market to touch and feel foods were my ideas of legacy for my kids.
The word has new connotations for me now . It is the word that is being used terribly lot by the politicians under fire these days - legacy of their predecessors.
I am impressed the politicians actually have role models that they revere and follow so blindly. And these role models are not Ambedkar or Gandhi, or even Nehru that they garland so religiously on all important occasions. These role models are the ones who have taught them to subvert the system and lead a good life!
None of our politicians are actually doing anything wrong. They are only carrying forward the good work done by their revered heroes. So Sharad Pawar is the sugarcane baron because his ancestors were also cheats and thieves. Raj Thackeray is a rabble rousing idiot coz his hero Bal Thackeray also thrived doing this.The devoted Aditya Thackeray is also following suit. Raja robbed the country of all the money because his hero Karunanidhi has also amassed great wealth. Yeddurappa did nothing wrong - it is the norm for politicians (like the emperors before them) to award land to their relatives and chamchas. Rahul Gandhi , for all his charming looks (legacy of his parents) is in politics making tall statements because of his political legacy, that helps him ‘understand’ this country.And really, that is exactly what Kalmadi did - our hygiene, safety and all other standards are different from the White Man’s. (And the Yellow Man’s!)
What I am loving - the way ALL the parties are screaming about corruption .As if it is not a political legacy they have ALL inherited. In Bandra, Baba Siddique’s family has been awarded all land re-development projects; check the number of PE funds that run on politicians money; investigate how many politicians have personal interests in infrastructure projects in India.
We all know these things. The only thing to do now is to subvert the constitution and let the politicians make hay - that is also their legacy as is our legacy to behave like dumb cattle.
I always understood legacy as cultural heritage one wanted to preserve. So my grandmother’s mutton curry, learning Gurmukhi to read the Guru Granth Sahib or the weekly trips to the vegetable market to touch and feel foods were my ideas of legacy for my kids.
The word has new connotations for me now . It is the word that is being used terribly lot by the politicians under fire these days - legacy of their predecessors.
I am impressed the politicians actually have role models that they revere and follow so blindly. And these role models are not Ambedkar or Gandhi, or even Nehru that they garland so religiously on all important occasions. These role models are the ones who have taught them to subvert the system and lead a good life!
None of our politicians are actually doing anything wrong. They are only carrying forward the good work done by their revered heroes. So Sharad Pawar is the sugarcane baron because his ancestors were also cheats and thieves. Raj Thackeray is a rabble rousing idiot coz his hero Bal Thackeray also thrived doing this.The devoted Aditya Thackeray is also following suit. Raja robbed the country of all the money because his hero Karunanidhi has also amassed great wealth. Yeddurappa did nothing wrong - it is the norm for politicians (like the emperors before them) to award land to their relatives and chamchas. Rahul Gandhi , for all his charming looks (legacy of his parents) is in politics making tall statements because of his political legacy, that helps him ‘understand’ this country.And really, that is exactly what Kalmadi did - our hygiene, safety and all other standards are different from the White Man’s. (And the Yellow Man’s!)
What I am loving - the way ALL the parties are screaming about corruption .As if it is not a political legacy they have ALL inherited. In Bandra, Baba Siddique’s family has been awarded all land re-development projects; check the number of PE funds that run on politicians money; investigate how many politicians have personal interests in infrastructure projects in India.
We all know these things. The only thing to do now is to subvert the constitution and let the politicians make hay - that is also their legacy as is our legacy to behave like dumb cattle.
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