The adventure of a train journey

It may well go down as the life line of our city of Mumbai, but travel by train could well be an adventure to remember or even a nightmare, depending on the way you look at it. ‘Problems to hai sabke saath, bas nazariye ki hai baat.’ (Everyone has problems, its just the way you look at it.)

Observing people while on a long journey from Vasai to Bandra and back has exposed me to all sort of creatures, some good, some not so good and some not falling into either category because they simply go down as irritating!

Attempting to get on a train from Vasai after 6:30 AM is a futile task. You get on to a train after that, good for you; you manage to get in, you are lucky and if you get to sit, check your calendar, it may be a Sunday.  

So not wasting time in making futile attempts to board a train from Vasai, I head to Virar from Vasai and then head to Bandra. The good part of a long journey is that you get to know all sorts of samples from across the place, but the bad part is when you are bugged out of your wits, a one hour journey could seem like a light year.

An additional perk of a train travel is that it teaches you to be more patient. There would be instances where you would wish to beat the pulp out of a person, but the crowd would not allow you to move your hand, let alone beating someone up! The closest you can get to is hurling the choicest of abuses at that person and have a debate louder that the one conducted by Arnab Goswami!

Few common observations that I have encountered in my travels for so many years;

·         There are groups which get formed in the train and the group leader is always referred to as ‘Bhaiji.’

·         There is always a ‘Sharmaji’ or a ‘Vermaji’ in every train that you go. No wonder India is a country full of 1.2 Billion plus people.

·         There would always be an individual who in his moment of extra zest, would look to board or jump out of a running train, no matter how empty the train is.

·         There would often be an occasion where the announcer in the train would announce the name of a station in the opposite direction making you wonder whether you actually have boarded the right train.

·         People of Dahisar station are only meant to bid goodbye to the train during the morning peak hours as they just do not get to board it.

·         Dadar station seems like a Kumbh mela, whichever time of the day it will be. The best place to set the Indian version of ‘Lost.’

·         Every person wearing a white shirt is not a TC! The guilt of people travelling WT immediately surfaces once they spot a person wearing a white shirt.

Whatever be the case, trains certainly have been my source of entertainment for the past many years, and have become a part of my daily life! Pudhill station...Vasai Road, Agla station…Vasai Road, Next Station…Vasai Road. So long!

The Blame Game

It is not what the ‘pundits’ thought it would be. A fairly inexperienced Australian side did give Team India a run for their money in the recently concluded ODI series, but the hosts eventually held their nerve to win the final ODI and the series 3 – 2.

Barring the two games that were washed out, every game was a run fest. India at two instances chased down scores in excess of 350 and Australia almost chased down 380 in the final game. Many blame it on the flat sub – continental pitches which are a graveyard for the bowlers, but to a certain extent, the bowlers are equally responsible for them being carted around the park. The bowling in all the five games was nothing less than pathetic.

Lets take the Indian bowlers first. Barring Mohammad Shami and R Ashwin (in the last two ODIs), the rest of the attack of completely off colour. And competing with each other as to who is the worst bowler of the team were Ishant Sharma and Vinay Kumar. While Ishant became the villain in the eyes of the nation with a ‘lolypop’ 48^th over to James Faulkner in Mohali, Vinay Kumar jumped into the game by conceding over 100 runs in only 9 overs that he bowled at Bangalore. It was really over optimistic of them both to bowl at speeds of less than 130kmph, bowl length balls in the slog overs and expect them to be respected by the batsman. As Harsha Bhogle rightly mentioned, “The Yorkers have gone out of fashion.” With lack of such basic knowledge, you cannot blame the pitches for them conceding that amount of runs. The Australian bowling attack looked resigned to fate once the Indian openers got going. Barring a Mitchell Johnson, no bowler looked half as threatening as him.

Every story has its flip side; the new rules of the ICC (which makes it mandatory to have five fielders inside the inner circle at all times) have indeed made it difficult for the bowlers to contain the runs, but if the ball keeps sailing over the ropes at the rate of knots, it is irrelevant whether they are in the circle or on the boundary. This has given the bowlers a chance to develop themselves into better bowlers and develop new skills to contain the batsmen. Unfortunately, they have spent their time cribbing over the rules rather than working on their own game.

India will take heart from the fact that Rohit ‘talented’ Sharma is finally justifying his ‘talent’ which we were hearing of since the past six years. His talent is finally translating into runs. Whether he gets a chance to make his test debut against the West Indies remains to be seen.

MS Dhoni sounded worried about the future of the ODI game in context of the new rules. It would be better if he looks for better bowlers for his team while we all shift focus to the final series of the ‘GOD’ of cricket – Sachin Tendulkar!

One Man who inspired a Nation

So the day is finally here. The one whom people referred to as ‘God’ has finally decided to call it a day. A BCCI tweet that Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar has decided to retire after his landmark 200^th test spread like wildfire and the media went abuzz with Tendulkar documentaries regarding his innumerable achievements and the legacy he leaves behind.

Cynics were gunning for this call since the past one year as his bat has been relatively silent during this phase. He had not scored a century after the Cape Town test in 2010, his reflexes had slowed down, but the intensity was still the same. Little do the cynics remember that it was Tendulkar, who carried a team of not – so good cricketers during the entire 90s (even a 10 year old Virat Kohli would have played better than those). The Indian team during the 90s was the typical “Tu chal me aaya types” as once Tendulkar was out, the rest followed like a procession.

Circumstances were such that people began to feel that a country like India doesn’t deserve talents like Tendulkar as there is no one to back it up. It was only during the early 2000s, that the concept of ‘Team India’ really began to take shape with a bunch of fearless youngsters led by Sourav Ganguly. The Famous Five (Sachin, Ganguly, Dravid, Laxman and Kumble) were at their prime during that phase.

A World Cup win was the only dream Sachin had unfulfilled. It was a case of so close yet so far in 2003, but in 2011, the dream was realized as it was by far the best team India had seen after 1983. The calls began to grow for Sachin calling it quits in ODIs after that but he continued to play, scoring that historic 100^th century against Bangladesh, which incidentally was his last ODI tournament.

People say he played for records, which wasn’t the case. The records were made to be broken by him. The heart breaking 136 he scored against Pakistan in 1999 at Chennai, a match which India lost by 12 runs, still make you sympathies for him, and his twin centuries against Australia at Sharjah in 1998, make you feel proud.

When will he? How will he? Where will he? No one could predict it but it did come unexpectedly! The penultimate two times you would see the modern day Bradman in Whites! So it really doesn't matter whether is a duck or century one last time, just enjoy the privilage of watching the great man bat so u can tell your kids "I saw Sachin playing"

The Mystery of J

An expression of remorse gripped the face of the culprit as its body, 5ft. 9 in. Long was being taken to the gallows for the murder of an elderly women for money amounting to not more than 300 crores. The culprit dreamt of a life of luxury, lived one as well, but greed got the better of the culprit which ultimately led to the murder.

It was a cold chilly morning at the Royal Palace of Udaipur. The outside of the palace resembled nothing more than the Buckingham Palace, the halls were decorated with beautiful paintings of Rajasthani culture, lifestyle and also of the forefathers of the royal family. The rising sun welcomed a brand new day. The sun shone bright on the spotless white marble of the palace. But there were spots within the palace and not outside. The year was drawing to a close and so was the life of Kusum Devi, the matriarch of the family and the sole owner of her huge estate worth 300 crores. Her palace was huge enough to accommodate many small villages of our always developing nation.  She lived a blissfull life with her two sons, Jagat, the elder one and Jatin, the younger one. Both sons were married to Sumitra and Mitali respectively. Two of her ever so obedient and trustworthy associates, servant Ballu kaka and her P.A, Sinha, were also a part of her family. All seemed ideal. But as it is said, all that glitters is not gold. Same was the story of her family. The brothers never got along with each other and so didn’t their wives. Fights were common in the day.

As soon as Kusum Devi finished her bath and walked into her room, she welcomed a visitor with a smile, “Why are you wearing gloves?” she asked, but before she could get an answer, her face was smothered with a pillow by the visitor, who after this gruesome act, eloped thinking that she died. But she had breath left in her. As Ballu kaka entered with her breakfast, the tray fell from his hands as he saw his mistress gasping for breath. He ran towards her and asked her about the incident. All she could mumble was “J........J.....kkkkiilllld....J” and she lost her breath. Ballu kaka screamed for the entire family who took their own sweet time to arrive. But it was all over.

It was a dark sultry evening. The air was heavy with unspoken regrets and recriminations. The family stood around the body of the matriarch, waiting for the funeral rites to get over. Each of them was biding the time before the floodgates could be opened and war could be declared. Afterall, each one was curious to know, who had a bigger share in that huge fortune of 300 crores. Even before the pyre could cool down, the blame game began. One brother blamed the other. Her post – mortem report said, she died of Asphyxia – meaning death due to suffocation.

The family was in for her bigger shock when they were read out the will of the matriarch in which she had named her nominee as Sinha and not anyone of her sons. One among the four was shocked more than the remaining three. The entire property now belonged to Sinha which made the family more suspicious about him. This made them summon the police for investigating her death.

As the palace gates opened, a tall lanky man in a khaki uniform walked in. He walked in by moving his stick in the air. As he was very fond of carrots he always had one for company. The family was engaged in a war for property, but he was fighting a war of his own. He was tall enough that poor Jagat had to almost stare at the ceiling to look at his face. “Inspector Vijay Khanna” out came a voice from this towering personality. “I am incharge of this case.” He walked upto Jagat and asked him, “Why did you kill your mother?” Jagat went red in the face. “How dare you ask me such a question? If I were the culprit, why would I call you myself?” “Now – a – days the culprits themselves call the police to be on the safe side and so that they are not doubted upon. Everyone is a suspect in front of the law. Please co – operate.” The cop shot back. He asked Ballu kaka to lead him to Kusum Devi’s room.

Kusum Devi’s room was no less than a palace in its own right. It was bigger than the home of a normal middle class Mumbaikar. The red carpet spread all across, the portrait of her deceased husband on the wall painted by none other than the great M.F.Hussain himself, the chandeliers whose glass was imported specially from Belgium, the statue of the growling Tiger near her bed, gave out a typical royal essence. Finally, Vijay’s browsing and inquisitive cat eyes went to her ‘safe’ or her ‘Tijori’ in Indian terms. There were no signs of sabotage. “Might not be for stealing” he mumbled. He was pretty sure that the culprit was one among the four as he knew that a stranger could not be easily let in from the palace gates, let alone the queen’s bedroom. As Sinha was away during the time of the murder and Ballu kaka was the one who summoned the entire family, his suspicion grew stronger. He was further helped by Ballu kaka, who revealed that the Queen’s last words were “J........J.....kkkkiillll....J.” the entire family was summoned in the main hall.

Jagat, Jatin and Mitali were in the hall. Sumitra arrived late. “I like getting dressed. Whether it is an inquiry, a wedding or a funeral. Ask whatever you want quickly. I need to go for a party.” She wore a bead encrusted sari. The cat eyes went wild again. They saw a bead missing from her sari. But he chose to remain mum about it.

“ahh sure. We will leave you Mrs.....”

“Sumitra. Call me su.”

He first went up to the two J’s as it were the last words of the Queen. “I was out for my early morning stroll.” Jagat fumbled as he spoke. “Don’t blame me for all this. I didn’t kill her. I agree that I always fought with her as she preferred Jatin more than me but that dosent mean i killed her.” Jagat kept blabbering. Vijay’s eyes then went upto Jatin. “So mama’s boy, where were you then?

“I...I was having bath then.”

“Really?”

He nodded his head.

“But Ballu kaka says you were in the kitchen at that time preparing tea for your wife?”

“Ya. She likes the tea I make for her.”

“So why did you lie then?”

“I didn’t know what to say. Just leave me. I don’t know about all this. I was mom’s favourite child. So why will I kill her and that too at a time when she had promised me that she will name all her property on my name? I am sure Jagat killed her because he overheard us last night and we had a huge confrontation due to this.”

“Oh really! Ideal circumstances for a murder. Right? Mr. Jagat?”

“I already told you that I was away for my morning stroll and that I didn’t kill her. Why are you after me? Why don’t you say that Jatin has bribed you to implicate me in whatever circumstances?”

Vijay walks towards Jagat he gave him such a stare that could have easily wetted anybody’s pants. “Not all cops are thieves.” He said. He left the house thinking about the mystery of the ‘J’ word. He sat in his office wondering. Both the J’s were busy in their Jobs when the incident took place. Jagat was away for a stroll, Jatin was busy making tea for his wife, and so who could it be? Could it be a stranger? The ‘J’ word was driving him nuts. He had to visit the Queen’s room again. Only that could give her a clue.

He again began examining the room. As he bent down below her bed, he found a bead lying on the floor. He picked up that bead which could be from a sari. “That can’t be rani sahiba’s bead.” Ballu kaka said. “She never wore a sari that had beads encrusted on them.” He continued. “So who wears such saris?” Vijay asked munching on his carrot. “Both Bahuranis have plenty of such saris. If you will go checking out each one of them, years will pass. They have truckloads of such saris and who can say which sari had how many beads?”  

His pendulum of suspicion shifted from the men to the ladies. He was reminded of the bead that was missing from the sari that Sumitra was wearing yesterday. He summoned both of them together. Sumitra was late as usual as she was getting dressed. To Vijay’s surprise, both of them turned up in bead encrusted saris. He showed them the bead. “I found this bead from your mother – in – law’s bedroom where she was killed. Familiar isn’t it Mrs. SU?”

“What makes you say that?” Sumitra shot back.

“I saw a missing bead from your sari yesterday and I am sure this is the missing one. Can I have that sari please?”

The sari was brought out. He put the bead to its place. It indeed was of Sumitra’s sari. “So why did you murder her Mrs. Sumitra, oh sorry Su?”

“I didn’t do anything as such. I am very careful of whatever I wear. I never wear a sari that I wear once. And I wore that sari yesterday so it’s impossible that I could have worn this the day the oldie was murdered.” Sumitra clarified with no regret of calling her Mother – in – law an oldie.

“So how did that bead fall over there?” probed Vijay.

“I don’t know from where this damn thing fell over there. I have enough work to do in life then murdering old people. Now can I please leave? I have a party to attend.”

“No you can’t because you are now a suspect for a murder. No one will leave this house till the case is solved.” 

The bead however wasn’t enough to prove Sumitra guilty. And if she indeed was the culprit, why did Kusum Devi say ‘J’ before she died. She never wore this sari before so who laid her hands on the sari before it was worn by Sumitra? There were many questions in Vijay’s mind and he had to find an answer to all of them. He went to the laundry staff to enquire about the sari but even they didn’t have a clue. He also thought of Mitali as a suspect, but the ‘J’ word still haunted him. Who was that ‘J’? When he went to Mitali to ask of her whereabouts during the incident she said she was watering the plants in the garden as she liked doing that and she rushed upstairs as she heard Ballu kaka’s screams. But he grew suspicious as during the first inquiry she said that she was asleep. But he kept this to himself as he wanted more proof. The gloves which were used in the murder were still missing and he needed to find them.

He went upto the terrace and discovered the burnt remains of the gloves used by the culprit. But something that wasn’t burnt was the size of the glove which very faintly resembled the word ‘S’ meaning small. Small sized gloves were used in the murder. One hurdle was crossed. He got his fish. The culprit was indeed a woman. But ‘J’? That mystery was solved by Vijay when Ballu kaka blurted out a dark secret of the family that only the four suspects and Sinha along with him were aware of. Vijay returned home a happy man and that he will reveal the culprit tomorrow in front of the family.

Next morning while Mitali carried tea for him, he casually asked “heloo Jessica?” the tray of tea fell from her hands. The remaining three were shocked to bits.

“Who...who Jessica? I am Mitali.”

“Really? But people say you are Jessica.” Vijay said with an evil grin of victory. So what made you change your name?”

“I am Mitali” she screamed.

“How I wish screaming could prove a person innocent. Look I have a gift for you.” Vijay said in his merry tone. He took out a pair of small sized gloves which were identical to the ones used in the crime. They fitted Jessica perfectly. This was the ‘J’ that Kusum devi was reffering to and that almost drove Vijay mad. “So do you tell your story or let me do the honours?” Vijay asked sarcastically.

 “I was a bar girl in Mumbai. Jatin was there for his studies. He used to visit me regularly. We fell in love. But his mom did not accept our relationship. So we secretly got married and came to Udaipur. I was reluctant to leave Mumbai but Jatin convinced me to do so. He said that he was his mother’s favourite child and that her entire property would be in his name after her. So I came with him. Her mom accepted our pair then but she was a mask in reality. Whenever Jatin was away from home, she and Jijji kept taunting me about my past and that they would brainwash Jatin to leave me and get married to someone else. I loved Jatin a lot and didn’t want this to happen. So I killed her.”

“And the bead?” asked Vijay.

“I knew that jijji never wore a sari she once wore. Thats where I faltered. I took the bead of her sari when it was about to be sent for dry-clean. I should have taken the one she wore that day. I wanted to implicate her because even she didn’t leave a stone unturned in making my life miserable in Jatin’s absence. I wanted to leave my past behind but they never let me do.” She broke down.

An expression of remorse gripped the face of Mitali as her 5ft. 9 in. Long body was being taken to the gallows for the murder of her Mother - in - law for money amounting to not more than 300 crores and priceless self respect. Mitali dreamt of a luxurious life, lived one as well, but greed and her inner soul demanding for self respect got the better of her which ultimately led to the murder.

The Plight of our 'Feeder'

'OLX pe bech de' has the correct timing for its campaign since it has had many new products to be sold. The latest of them being Ishant Sharma (First get him a barber!) Even Ajit Agarkar, who recently retired would have second thoughts on that decision after watching that abject display of bowling, or shall i say 'Ball Feeding' to James Faulkner. But more on prince 'Hairy' on a later date.

It is said that the one who feeds us deserves utmost respect in our lives. But that farmer who creates that grain to fill the country’s 121 billion stomachs by slogging day in and day out is languishing today in a pitiful condition. Really pitiful. Let alone respect, he is barely able to make ends meet!

Maharashtra, apart from Mumbai and Pune, to a certain extent is an agro- based state. Most of its revenue is generated through the sale of cotton and other seasoned crops which grow on a large scale in the state. The region of Vidharba is the states prime agricultural belt and the most cursed one too. The farmer here is heavily dependent on the rain gods for the success of his crop due to poor irrigation facilities inspite of crores of rupees being sanctioned for the same. I guess it’s our ministers homes that are being irrigated through that money!

The country in the past decade and a half (1995 – 2011) has seen over a quarter of a million of farmers committing suicides in Vidharba and the regions nearby as they were unable to handle the debt that they had taken. The National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB) places the exact figure to be 2, 56,913 – 15,964 in 2010 itself. People all over the country have been rattled reading about farmer suicides every other day but all their pleas have ultimately fallen on deaf ears, like every other plea or cry for help in our country does.

One such case was of Kalavati, the one who became a symbol of resurgence when she was mentioned by the AICC General Secretary Rahul Gandhi in a moving speech in the Lok Sabha in 2008 that earned her the 15 minutes of fame. But that was all. Her condition still remains the same or infact worse as members of her family are continuing to commit suicide due to extreme poverty. Someone might have not told Mr. Gandhi that speeches can help people earn sympathy, but it can’t fill their hungry bellies.

Inspite of working from 8 in the morning to as long as 6 in the evening on their own farms and even as labourers on other’s farms, all these farmers (most of them are women as their husbands committed suicides) earn only as much as Rs. 1500 a month! It is sad to see that a government with a top notch economist at the helm is unable to figure out a solution to resolve their plight. There may be countless such Kalavati’s all over the country, but unfortunately there is no one to listen to them.

Solution: banks could be more lenient in allotting loans to the farmers so that they don’t need to turn to the portly and greedy moneylenders – a character immortalized by the likes of Prem Chopra and Kanhiyalal in our Hindi Films. It is reported that these moneylenders charge interest as high as 40 – 50%, something which makes it almost improbable for the farmers to pay back the loan. Also, middlemen could be abolished so that the farmer can sell the crop directly to the government and that half of his income is not usurped by him.

Our farmer was once the symbol of our country but today he lies in abject poverty, on the verge of death, and slowly fading into oblivion if prompt action isn’t taken!

Medical Fraternity's Dirty Picture

After almost seven decades of independence, a lay man would think a country must have progressed by leaps and bounds. But unfortunately, for our motherland, that is not the case. Technological or infrastructural advancements may have been plenty, but the progress in our mentality still stuck in the 17^th century. Inspite of being in 2012, dowry deaths are still prevalent, caste system continues to be a blot, gender bias is still rampant. Sigh!

An incident that really shook me out of my Friday morning sleep was the death of a young woman, who died after delivering a healthy baby boy. What’s more shocking was that the ‘doctor’ who carried out the delivery had never been to school, had her college going son as her ward boy and her school dropout daughter helped her as a nurse. The case comes from ‘Warsi Hospital’ located in the central suburbs of Mumbra, and this was not the only one. The hospital has been notorious for carrying out illegal sex determination as well as abortions.

And in one of the most common instances of the Hindi saying ‘Chori pe seena zori’ the guilty woman (I shall lynch myself if I call her a doctor) offered one of the most ridiculous defence saying ‘although she doesn’t have a degree, she has experience and such things happen.’ 

The fact that the hospital was being running for the past many years has further questioned the medical fraternity’s interest on cracking down on the quacks operating in the country. It also shows the insensitivity that people have towards such accidents as it is evident from the woman’s defence.

To look at the flip side of this accident, it is also the big hospitals that are at fault. Before admitting any patient, they demand a certain amount to be deposited. Now for a common man, who in these highly inflated times, is struggling to make ends meet, from where would he cough up an amount that he would even struggle to imagine? It is due to this money making minds of big hospitals that people like the victim’s husband are forced to rely on such quacks without knowing their true colour. The issue has been highlighted in Aamir Khan’s TV show as well. But like a true politician, the Medical Council of India has ‘assured’ us of action to be taken, but no progress has yet been made.

It also ‘yet again’ raises a question on the law against such malpractices. Such accidents keep presenting the ‘dirty picture’ of the medical fraternity. Though the actual movie was a big hit, this one is a big hit too, albeit on our faces!

For How Long?

Anna Hazare has caused quite a stir in the country. For a change, people woke up from their slumber to realize that even they have certain rights in this corruption ridden country. The unity among the people was there to see, but the question to be asked is, were they aware of what were they doing?

For possibly the umpteenth time, the country woke up to the news of yet another incident of Bomb blasts, this time in Delhi, barely two months after the July 13^th explosions in Mumbai. Few bunches of cowards entered the country’s capital and set off explosives at their own will at the busy premises of the capital’s High Court killing innocent people yet again. Yet again there was blood strewn around, yet again people died, yet again there was anguish in the eyes of the relatives of those who lost their lives, yet again our toothless, hapless and ‘surviving on ventilator support’ government assured the masses that the culprits will not be spared. But will they ever be nabbed to be spared? That’s not their lookout. This has been a part of every speech of every politician after every attack. This has been the seventh attack in the country post the horrific attacks of 26/11, but the culprits are roaming free, with a clear idea that it will take our agencies ages to nab them and by the time they stumble upon a breakthrough by any chance, they would already be back in their homeland in the shadow of their masters.

The most wretched part of this whole ‘blast day’ saga is the visit of the VVIP (I feel terrible to call them VVIP’s but can’t help it) politicians to hospitals across the city to meet the injured and just to have their 8X10 photograph in the next morning’s newspaper. Any publicity is good publicity. Isn’t it? The hospital instead of looking after the injured are now made busy in looking after their So – Bo visitors who have complete sympathy with the families of the deceased and the injured and announce compensations worth lakhs for the same. But will a few lakhs of currency bring back the dead? Sadly, no!

Rahul Gandhi was made to face a mass protest when he visited AIIMS. No he wasn’t responsible for the blast, but he is one leader along with Barrack Obama who have disappointed us the most after building towers and towers of hope that ‘he will do something for us.’ If Gandhi had to indeed be a leader of the masses, just meeting people and staying in poor farmer’s huts for a night is not the resolve. It’s high time he comes to the forefront and face the music, rather than quietly watching proceedings with shut eyes from the back seat.

But after all this, the country is back to its normal routine. Again people pick up quarrels in the middle of the street for no apparent reason; again the parliament gets adjourned for some sickly actions by the leaders in the house, etc. Others say that people have great spirit in them. But apart from that, it’s just that they have got used to it. Sitting back at home the next day after a blast is not an excuse anymore.

But many questions still remain unanswered; for how long will our country continue to suffer at the hands of those cowards? For how long will our government still give us false hopes that the culprits will be nabbed and brought to book? (unfortunately they can’t be brought to book. Afzal and Kasab are still alive and are treated in a princely manner where here our common man is barely able to make ends meet) for how long will we common people continue loose our relatives in every such attack? For how long will our tax payers hard earned money will continue to be usurped by the Raja’s and the Kalmadi’s (such might be countless in number in a population of 1.2 billion)

Any answers? Sadly, no!