Saturday, January 24, 2026

A Monkey baat, an Affi-dammit and a Choker in the pack

 

It’s very, very difficult to get into the civil services in India. The exams and procedures are so excruciatingly tough that after making it, we relax for about 30-35 years just to recover and then it’s time to collect the pension and gratuity. The syllabus is really vast and practically unlimited. It requires rigorous study of many subjects for at least a year. With just 200-300 making it to the coveted services like IAS, IPS, IFS, etc. out of about 15 lakh candidates, anyone who makes it has to be pretty well educated through the process. What happens to these guys when they join politics? Do they regress or attain some second childhood of illiteracy? 

First, the Monkey baat. 

Dr. Satya Pal Singh is a Post-Graduate in Chemistry, has an M. Phil. in Chemistry from Delhi University and also holds a PhD from Nagpur University. He joined IPS in 1980 and during the Police career also obtained an MBA from Australia and an MA in Public Administration. He rose to become the Police Commissioner of Mumbai, as prestigious a post as they come. He took voluntary retirement from the Police service, won a Parliamentary seat and became a Minister. It is reported that before joining the Police, he wanted to become a scientist. Thus spake he on 19.1.2018 when he was Minister of State for Human Resource Development (Higher Education): 

“Darwin’s theory is scientifically wrong. It needs to change in the school and college curriculum. Since man is seen on Earth, he has always been a man. Nobody, including our ancestors, in written or oral, said they ever saw an ape turning into a human being.” 

When he was severely criticised, he doubled down, saying he was speaking “as a man of science.” When he went on to plan an international conference where scientists could come and debate his great wisdom, finally it was too much and his Cabinet Minister reprimanded him by publicly stating, “I have asked him to refrain from making such comments. We are not going to fund any event or don’t have any plan for a national seminar to prove Darwin wrong. It is the domain of scientists and we should let them free to continue their efforts for progress of the country.” 

Another day, another civil servant – Ms Aparajita Sarangi, from the IAS. She was in the service for 24 long years and was obviously conversant with laws, procedures, proofs, legal requirements and natural justice. Did she forget all that when she joined politics? 

She was part of the “Ethics Committee” which found Mahua Moitra guilty of unethical conduct. I saw the panel discussion on TV where she was asked where was the proof. She kept hemming and hawing and when persistently asked, came out with “There was an affidavit.” The logic is crazy, (affi)dammit! Now if I sign an affidavit tomorrow saying Ms Sarangi has committed murder, would she be hanged? No Sir, I shall be cross-examined, asked to show proof beyond any reasonable doubt, and so on. Well, she was asked whether the committee examined the person who had made the affidavit, that too not in a court of law but before a High Commissioner abroad. She kept evading the question and kept on repeating, “Well … there WAS an affidavit …" 

The latest is a (choker) pearl from Mr. Ashwini Vaishnaw, the honourable Railways Minister, ex-IAS. He has banned bandhgala as a formal dress in the railways, saying: 

“We have to get rid of all colonial mindset. We need to find each of them and remove them, whether it’s in our working style or dressing style. Today I am making the first announcement. Humare jo bandgale ka kala suit angrezon ne chalu kiya thaaaj se yeh railway mein formal dress nehin rahegi.” 

There are a few questions around that extraordinary statement. 

I can’t find a single reference of any of the “angrezon” either wearing a bandhgala or mandating one. On the other hand, I find well documented history and evolution of bandhgala from the erstwhile “royal” families of Rajasthan, to the Mughal court before the British. Raghavendra Rathore, Indian menswear designer has called the garment “India’s most refined expression of royal tailoring.” He said, “I think it’s unfair to say this jacket is not part of our own history or it’s the costume of another culture. It has developed and evolved over four centuries, going back to the Mughal courts and the Rajasthan princely states. This jacket was here before the British arrived in Calcutta and it’s gone through a very fluid evolution since then.” Mr. Vaishnaw is literally and figuratively ripping apart the fabric of our own society. 

Secondly, the railways itself is a colonial legacy. Should we then go back to bullock carts and Mr. Vaishnaw be divested of that portfolio quickly? There have been claims by an erstwhile Chief Minister that India already had internet, satellite communication, etc. during the Mahabaharat days so his other jobs of IT, etc. are safe for the time being. 

Our Parliament system itself has a lot of borrowings from the Westminster system. Should the Parliament be closed down then? It may not be a bad idea, given the way it functions now, almost as a redundancy. 

IMHO, there’s a false labelling of quintessentially Indian things as alien, mythology as science and everyday obscurantism as gospel truth. Sure, certain colonial-era relics need to be discarded. E.g., the haughty mindset of the Ministers and MPs, an imperious executive completely disconnected from the grassroots, appalling unaccountability of the high and mighty, and so on. Pseudoscience is regressive. Silly schoolboy excuses of affidavits won’t do. And, banning bandhgalas has zero basis and even less meaning.




 

Saturday, January 17, 2026

Tariff pe tariff pe tariff

 

I don’t think any Indian Prime Minister has ever been so thoroughly and persistently humiliated by an American President ever. For some reason, even by Trump’s own abysmal standards, his constant insults of our Prime Minister have reached a new low. 

In his first term itself, while Modi was going around showcasing how he has taken India to new diplomatic heights, Trump punctured the balloon with, “The Indian leader is constantly telling me he built a library in Afghanistan. Library! That's, like, five hours of what we spend!”  This was on 6.1.2019. It was basically mocking India’s aid to Afghanistan compared to the billions the U.S. had spent. 

There’ve been quiet, surreptitious ways of wooing American Presidents. With Biden, it came to light accidentally when their State Department had to publish the gifts received by their President and the First Lady. Turned out that Mrs. Biden had received the most expensive gift from Mr. Modi, a 7.5 carat diamond valued at USD 20,000. The $ 20,000 diamond was apparently “retained for official use in the White House East Wing” while the other gifts to the President and the First Lady were sent to the archives. What the “official use” was, was never specified. 

With Trump, Modi had tried a very blatant breaking of protocol by that “Ab ki baar, Trump sarkar.” But the quiet bit was by pampering his ego to have millions of people throng to just see and hear him in Ahmedabad. However, with Trump, nothing remains quiet. For example, Trump on 13.2.2020: 

“He (Modi) said we will have millions and millions of people. My only problem is that last night we probably had 40 or 50,000 people… I’m not going to feel so good… There will be five to seven million people just from the airport to the new stadium (in Ahmedabad). 

As the world was scrambling for a remedy for COVID-19, an anti-malarial drug, Hydroxychloroquine came up as a possible candidate. Countries started stockpiling the drug and on April 4, 2020, India, dubbed the pharmacy of the world, banned its exports so as to secure its own supplies. To which Trump responded in his typical crude manner, “If he (Modi) doesn’t allow it to come out, that would be okay, but of course, there may be retaliation. Why wouldn’t there be?” And India lifted the ban post-haste for the U.S.. 

While Modi thought he had kept things under wraps during Operation Sindoor, especially the parts which didn’t cast things in a favourable light, suddenly Trump announced at 1700 hrs on 10.5.2026 on his Truth Social platform that there was a ceasefire through U.S. mediation and took the credit. No amount of afterthought whitewashing by India could wipe off that claim, especially since Trump has repeated it every single time he has got an opportunity. 

Thereafter, it has been almost a daily dose of sniping. Following are some examples: 

“I don’t want to ruin the political career of Mr Modi but he definitely "loves" me.” – 16.10.2025 

"They wanted to make me happy, basically. Modi is a very good man; he is a good guy. He knew I was not happy, and it was important to make me happy," – 6.1.2026 

“Modi came to see me. Sir. May I see you, please? I said, Yes." – 7.1.2026 

I think, the Mandarins at our foreign ministry must be holding their breath every time Trump gets a chance to interact with the media. 

During my first year post-MBA, in the corporate sector in Bombay, I used to stay in the YMCA hostel along with many others in their early corporate ladders. Whenever we used to have any ailment, we used to go to a doctor nearby and after his treatment, used to get cured. Later, we found out that regardless of the ailment, whether it was a fever or stomach ache or diarrhoea or anything, he used to give us one single injection, the same injection, every time. Still, we used to get cured, possibly because the doctor had a beautiful, very comforting bedside manner. 

Like that doctor, Trump seems to have one single solution for most problems in the world, i.e., tariffs. Unfortunately, his manners are extremely crude, nothing like comforting. He has piled on tariff after tariff upon India and is threatening even more tariffs for real and imaginary grievances. He is behaving like a peeved, petulant child with regard to India. Apart from any other thing, it’s probably because India won’t – actually can’t – endorse him for that Nobel prize because that’d be admitting his mediation during Operation Sindoor. 

But, why exactly is India so afraid and quaking over these tariffs? 

India’s exports are around 20 % of its GDP. Out of that, only about 18 % go to the United States. With such a huge economy, a mere 3-4 % can just be shrugged off. Plus, exports on the surface are one thing; actual exports are another. When there’s serious economic advantage to be had, exports and imports do find their way through like water seeping in, either indirectly or illegally. Trump is taking a mercantile approach to trade. The world and economics have moved on. Either he or his advisors haven’t heard of the theory of comparative advantage. It’s just not possible for all countries to have positive balance of trade because net exports globally have to be zero. 

Looks like, not India but Mr. Modi is panicking. And, not necessarily because of the tariffs. This panic, as with everything Mr. Modi, is humongously amplified by the ecosystem. That fear could be because of the leverage from a pending summons. The real negotiation seems to be over that alleged bribery scandal. 

Is there a way out? Yes. Simply acknowledge that a hug is not a solution to everything, just as a tariff isn't. And, drop Adani!




Saturday, January 10, 2026

The hundredth

 

I started the blog journey very, very hesitantly. In fact, I didn’t even share my first few blogs with anyone for fear of negative feedback and far worse, complete indifference. When I tentatively shared my first blog, I was overwhelmed by the response. I also found I had a few things to say and it has now gone on to this, the hundredth blog post in a span of three and a half years (the first blog was on April 23, 2022). 

It's a time for reflection. I checked with Grok and Gemini. 

Grok: 

Overall, the blog is quite good if you enjoy insider perspectives on Indian socio-political issues delivered with humor and critique. It's refreshing and grounded, especially coming from someone with Dash's credentials and experience. However, it's not a mainstream or highly influential blog—more of a thoughtful, contrarian voice for those interested in Indian public affairs, policing, or satirical takes on news. If that aligns with your interests, it's worth checking out! 

Gemini: 

The blog "Whatever It Is, I'm Against It!" by Bibhuti Dash is generally regarded as engaging, entertaining, and insightful, particularly for its unique perspective on real-life experiences in the Indian Police Service (IPS). The blog posts were popular enough to be compiled into a book titled Police in Blunderland 

Reviews and comments highlight several positive aspects: 

·       Compelling Content: The blog is noted for its interesting plots and characters, drawing from Dash's decades of experience as a police officer. One particularly popular series within the blog covered the sensational Purulia Arms drop case, a topic where Dash had direct involvement in solving the incident. 

·       Engaging Style: Readers appreciate the author's pithy, "tongue in cheek" writing style, which effectively blends the serious nature of police work with humor and observations on the absurdities of daily life. 

·       Human Element: The blog is praised for presenting the human side of policing in India, challenging the perception that the profession is entirely opaque, stern, and brutal. The articles offer the perspectives of an observer, even when narrated in the first person, adding a refreshing dimension to the stories. 

·       Thought-Provoking: The stories are described as thought-provoking, touching on various human emotions and themes like karma, greed, sadness, and anger.  

Overall, the blog is considered a worthwhile read, especially for those interested in true crime, police procedural stories, or simply well-written, real-life anecdotes with a unique voice.  

Obviously Grok and AI are not necessarily accurate but the above made my heart feel good. 

The following have been the top 5 posts by page views: 

1.     “It’s raining guns and bullets:"  https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2022/07/its-raining-guns-and-bullets.html

2.     Proud to be a Hindu: https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2022/05/proud-to-be-hindu.html 

3.     The Talwar amendment: https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2024/03/the-talwar-amendment.html 

4.     Be (very) careful what you wish for: https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2022/08/be-very-careful-what-you-wish-for.html 

5.     HEWK: https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2022/10/hewk.html 

My personal favourite 5: 

1.   What the cop and the bribe did next: https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2022/06/what-cop-and-bribe-did-next.html 

2.     Being Delulu: https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2025/05/being-delulu.html 

3.     I’m always there: https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2022/06/im-always-there.html 

4.     Why I quit my IIM WhatsApp group: https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2024/12/why-i-quit-my-iim-whatsapp-group.html 

5.     Gratefully yours, gracefully yours: https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2023/02/gratefully-yours-gracefully-yours.html 

The 100th has also led me to think as to why I write. 

As far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to write. Never had the confidence to put things into words though. While interacting with people, I’m severely tongue-tied, sometimes coming across as arrogant, sometimes as depressing and so on. So, writing was an outlet. In school and in college, this took the form of writing long letters to friends and relatives. 

Later, in undergrad college, I churned out despicable stuff and was suitably (internally) chastened when I saw the great output of batchmates in the college rag. It was IIM Bangalore where the very supportive group of classmates encouraged and gave instant feedback. That was also where I met Gunds (Prof. Rajendra Nargundkar, currently Pro Vice Chancellor of a University) who was miles ahead of me in writing and humour but decided to partner with me for all the literary efforts of the batch. 

One good side effect of writing has been that I think I have managed to avoid one curse of old age. Which is, inflicting unwanted stories and repugnant wisdom on unsuspecting people who are least interested. This way, the urge to burst forth with said wisdom (or lack of it) gets fulfilled and anyone has the choice to pay heed or not, at a time of his/ her own choosing. However, writing does help me to minimise the distance between thought and language, for myself. 

As the doctor in 'Doctor Who' TV series said, “Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s okay: we’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?”




Saturday, January 3, 2026

Oh my lonely heart!

 

To continue the saga of law enforcers of my housing complex being prime law violators of environmental laws: 

https://b-b-dash.blogspot.com/2025/12/aqi-and-lack-of-iq.html 

Well, all my entreaties for sparing my ears (and that of many in the complex) fell on “deaf” ears – pun intended. My protestations were ignored as mere errors in taste and of no consequence. Until I sent a legal notice to the Secretary of the Owners’ Association, the concerned Commissioner of Police and West Bengal Pollution Control Board (WBPCB). The next thing I knew, there was a call from the DGP urging me to “negotiate” and not to go the legal route. 

“Negotiations” meant being summoned to a Nuremberg trial with the 12 members of the Board of Managers ranged against little old me. I refrained and invited the Secretary to my house and home for a one-on-one. I suggested that the function be held inside the Club house building even though that was not fully as per the rules. However, he had come essentially to inform me that they’d go ahead as planned. My being a Cancer survivor and having developed Tinnitus after moving into this complex and my aged Mom being a dementia patient, etc. were considered of no import and were countered with the argument that New Year Eve happens only once a year. I thought, yes, Durga Puja celebrations happen for only four days a year, Diwali happens only once a year, Chhat Puja happens on only one day or for a week, Holi happens only once  a year, each person’s birthday is on one single day for himself/ herself although I’ve known a particular SP’s son having a birthday every month so that the SHOs could get at least 12 occasions to bestow their bounty and pledge fealty and so on … essentially, the “meeting” was a case of irresistible force meeting an immovable object and ended in an impasse. 

There was one more phone call.  I was asked to practically vacate myself from my own house and whether they could “very graciously” arrange for my accommodation – free of cost, presumably – at ITC hotels. Imagine the discourteousness! 

I didn’t want to go to the High Court and the Green Tribunal. These are vexing propositions at my age and very expensive too. Two of the newspapers carried the story. However, this didn’t deter the organisers the least bit. I presume, they must have managed a “special permission” from you-guessed-it, the Police, although there was no scope for that under the High Court orders. So, I sent out RTI applications for a copy of such order/s. 

I also thought about how to prove the violation in Court. Just an averment or recording of the decibel level by me would be laughed “out of Court.” I googled and found some agencies who measure pollution in air, water and noise level. I contacted several of them but drew a blank after initial promises. I was not even sure whether such measurements would carry any heft in the courts. In desperation, I checked the WBPCB website and found that they had an approved list of such certifiers. I rang each one of them. Some of them agreed but backed out, probably because of cops being involved; however, two of them agreed to arrange the measurements on the appointed date at the relevant times. Until I paid up and they landed up, I was still on knife’s edge but they finally did. 

I also explored the possibility of lodging a formal complaint with WBPCB. What I found was hilarious. There’re a phone no. and an app to do so. The phone no. takes you round and round through “press 1,” “press 2,” etc. until it says, “all our operatives are busy, kindly leave your name and phone no.” Well, I did, over three days and left my name and phone no. and was “left out” by WBPCB. I lodged a complaint twice on the app, received “token nos.” but those disappeared promptly – were they tokens of appreciation, or mere tokens? 

On the day of reckoning, I saw the DJ sets and high-pitched sound boxes being put up. The two agencies I'd engaged did turn up and set up their machines for continuous reading of the decibels. I braced myself for the entire Court ka chakkars. 

Just on the off-chance, I tried the phone no. of WBPCB again. Lo and behold, someone actually did pick up. He was as surprised as me. He told me to hold on so that he could gather a pen and paper – and his thoughts; diligently noted down my name, no., address and the complaint and assured that their team would visit within the hour. I asked him if he’d give me a token no. or a registration no. and he said mine was the first and only complaint so far on the date so 1/(date) was the token no.. So much for “all our operatives are busy.” 

The sound blast started off well before the scheduled time. It was getting progressively unbearable, until suddenly, there was “deafening” silence. I presume, either someone from WBPCB or the Police Station visited or there was wiser counsel. About an hour or so of silence later, there was fairly muted noise – they’d shifted everything indoors into the Club building! 

Even though this was not strictly as per the law and rules, my ears and I could live with this. Saved me a lot of bother – and costs – of doing the legal rounds. All this takes a toll on the nervous system of all concerned. There was a snarky comment on WhatsApp by a member next morning, “Had a lot of fun in the bash! And the best part was that we had it without breaking the law 😂 

Glory be!