Chat with NRN

At a time the world grunts under the strain of an economic slowdown brought on by the lack of “empowered umpires” in the capitalist world, comes a book that offers a prescription for the pain. And if the book is about India and written by the man awarded India’s second highest civilian award, conferred with France’s highest civilian honour and voted the 7th most admired CEO in the world by the Economist Intelligence Unit -- among a slew of other accolades -- you have a bestseller in your hands.
N R Narayan Murthy’s ode to hard work, integrity and the value system is cast in the crucible of his trials and tribulations as he built Infosys from scratch and made it one of the most respectable companies in the world.
“Our biggest challenge is,” he says, pointing at the girl on the cover of his book “A better India: A Better World”, “that every child should become confident like her. Not just in elitist schools but also in the remotest part of rural India.”
That might be a big challenge -- considering that even after 60 years of independence, India’s progress in higher education and in science and technology has not taken 350 million Indians out of illiteracy – but accepting challenges seems to be N R Narayana Murthy’s middle name. In 1995, with revenues of $5 million, Infosys was a paler shadow of itself today, and yet it walked out of a lucrative deal with General Electric because of its “unreasonable conditions”. That GE contributed to 25 per cent of their revenue and 8 per cent of their profits did weigh heavily on the minds of the Infosys team as it was sequestered into a room at Taj Residency, Bangalore, for negotiations but NRN was on way to building a “courageous and principled organization”. The rest, as they say, is history.
A compilation of 38 lectures delivered at institutes across the world, the book talks of the future of India and the world and also touches upon issues concerning leadership, inequality, corporate governance, values and globalization. Along the way, it offers useful insight into how a young man who graduated from the University of Mysore in 1967 went on to become the founder director of the company that has “revenues in excess of $3 billion… and has created more than 70,000 well-paying jobs, 2,000-plus dollar millionaires and 20,000-plus rupee millionaires (from NRN’s pre-commencement lecture at Stern School of Business, New York University on May 9, 2007).
Like that night in 1974 at the railway station in Nis, a border town between the then Yugoslavia and Bulgaria. NRN was hitchhiking from Paris to Mysore and he struck up a conversation with a girl in the compartment of Sofia Express about the travails of living behind the Iron Curtain. The only other occupant of the compartment, a young boy, informed the local police and NRN was dragged “along the platform into a 8X8 ft room with a cold stone floor and a small hole in a corner by way of toilet facilities”. After spending over 72 hours without food or water, he was packed off into a freight train to Istanbul because he was “from a friendly country called India”. That day marked a turning point in NRN – and India’s – history as he was “purged” of his “affinity” for the Left and decided that entrepreneurship and job-creation was the only way out of poverty.
And yes, NRN idolizes Mahatma Gandhi. “He is the greatest leader India ever had. He walked the talk; he practiced the precept; whatever was good for others was good for him too,” he says, sitting in the sprawling Infosys campus at Electronic City in Bangalore.
The dichotomy in Indian society is also at the heart of NRN’s book. A society that has one set of rules for the elite and the powerful and another set for the masses cannot succeed, he says. Mention Mulayam Singh Yadav’s manifesto promising a crackdown on computers and English, and you can almost hear him get agitated. “Somebody should ask him where he sent his son? This is just the kind of argument used in the 50s by unions and shown to be silly. If you want quality, if you want accelerated growth, there is no way you can achieve it without technology.”
At the launch of an online bookstore in Bangalore recently, NRN had said that he was “too old for politics”. So is that decision final? “Yes, yes,” he says, even before the question is asked. “I am trying to change the system in my own way… I have demonstrated that it is possible to run a business ethically. It is possible to bring in innovation and earn respect of our customers. We have raised the confidence of hundreds of thousands of entrepreneurs. It is not necessary to bring about a change only by joining politics,” he says.
So what does the Infosys story mean to him after all these years? “If you are willing to work hard, if you have high aspirations, if you want to benchmark with the world’s best, it is possible to do it in India,” says the chief mentor of Infosys Technologies.
Murthy’s book delves into the current economic scenario as well. “A section of managers, not entrepreneurs, overcome by greed and vanity have brought things to such a state,” he says. Capitalism will survive, he says, because it is all about entrepreneurship, and honesty -- and these values still hold a lot of currency.
And what lesson does the economic downturn hold for the youth? “Humility,” he says. “Somehow youngsters thought they were entitled to high salaries, large increments, a certain lifestyle. The only entitlement you have is your intellect, your value system, and the ability to leverage them for creating better opportunities. Youngsters should understand that they are not omnipotent. We have to work hard and be innovative.”
For anybody on the threshold of starting his or her career, or anybody looking inward after the economic gloom, this book offers just the right kind of lessons – and a lot of inspiration.

Clear and present danger in Karnataka

Elections 2009 put a lid on the embers of communal clashes in coastal Karnataka. The church attacks in Mangalore and Udupi-Chikmagalur districts in September 2008, the infamous assault on girls at a pub in Mangalore in January 2009 and the spurt in moral policing thereafter put Mangalore on the global map. Now, the state’s administrators fear that once elections are over, the embers of communal strife may burst into flames – not just in Mangalore, but in several pockets of Karnataka.
Their fear stems mainly from the increasing disillusionment and aggression among the youth. A senior police officer who has been tracking developments in the state says that youngsters are also insulating themselves from the community elders’ and leaders’ diktat. Muslim youth do not want to take things lying down anymore and Hindu youngsters feel that it’s about time the community got rid of the “tolerant” tag. Take the case of Dakshina Kannada, for instance. The communal divide runs so deep that there are frequent clashes between the two communities at the district sub-jail. So much so, Muslims convicted of cattle-lifting have to be quarantined in the jail. Incidents of workers of Bajrang Dal or Karnataka Forum for Dignity – which fights for the minorities – attacking youngsters for talking to those from the other community have become almost a daily feature.
Senior intelligence sources say that the situation in Uttara Kannada, Udupi and Dakshina Kannada districts is equally volatile, if not more so. They are closely monitoring the situation because of a threat perception emanating out of Bhatkal. This communally sensitive port town in Uttara Kannada district has seen many riots in the past and has produced the dreaded terror siblings, Riyaz and Iqbal Bhatkal. Riyaz Bhatkal, a Lashkar-e-Taiba operative who was tasked with setting up Indian Mujahideen by Pakistan’s Inter-Services Intelligence, is alleged to be behind the string of serial blasts in the country last year. After Riyaz and Iqbal’s name started doing the rounds in terror investigations, there have been whispers of ISI setting up base here.
Now, police officers fear that communal trouble could be fomented ahead of the elections to further polarize the electorate. Seventeen constituencies in Karnataka go to the polls on April 23 and the remaining 11 on April 30. To use a cliché, police will heave a sigh of relief if Karnataka gets to the next month without any unsavoury incident.
Recently, at a seminar organized in a Mangalore college on communal tension in the district, a CD on the church attacks was used to drive home the point. Police officers say that this is just the kind of thing that could prove to be the spark for another round of clashes.
Like it did earlier this month in Kyathamaranahalli near Mysore. Riots broke out after two youngsters, who were said to be under the influence of drugs, were handed over to the police for eve-teasing. Within hours, a mob went on the rampage and set fire to at least 12 vehicles and four houses. Over 250 houses and shops in the area were vandalized.
The other development keeping officers on their toes is the threat of an imminent Naxal strike in Shimoga and Chikmagalur districts.
What happens in Karnataka in the next month or so will depend on how the two main parties in the state fare in Elections 2009, feel intelligence officers. While the Congress started out on a weak wicket and was touted to win anywhere between 5-6 seats, it has consolidated its position during the slog overs and looks set to walk away with 8-9. JD(S) has been relegated to an also-ran position and will thank its stars if it bags 3-4 seats. Earlier predictions said it could finish at the second position with maybe 8 seats. The joke in Bangalore was that if JD(S) could indeed manage 8 seats, H D Deve Gowda would once again become prime minister. The BJP could get 18-19 seats even though earlier calculations pegged 15 seats in its kitty. If the BJP does manage to finish with 18-19 seats, the dynamics in the state will see a sea change. To understand how, it’s necessary to go back in time a little.
When New Life prayer halls were attacked in Mangalore, Udupi and Bangalore in September 2008, the Bajrang Dal had alleged that the immediate provocation was the publication of a book titled Satya Darshini which ridiculed the Hindu belief system. Secularists said that the installation of a sympathetic government in Karnataka had given the right-wing outfits a free run of the state. On its part, the government claimed that its rival political party had engineered the attacks to bring a bad name to the first BJP government south of Vindhyas. Whatever be the reason for the attacks then, the state’s administrators are seeing a similar trend today even though nobody will say so officially.
Senior police officers say Uttara Kannada, Dakshina Kannada, Chikmagalur, Shimoga, Belgaum and Mysore are sitting on a powder keg. In fact, the threat seems to be so real that the new DG&IG of Karnataka Police, Ajai Kumar Singh – who is known for his integrity and efficiency -- has been touring all the vulnerable districts over the past 15 days or so.
At the heart of the clash of communities in Karnataka, lies economic disparity. In its heyday, Gulf money afforded Muslim youth in coastal Karnataka the latest in fashion accessories. Now, with active help from the Sangh Parivar, Hindu youth want to have an upper hand. The economic downturn and the dearth of jobs have only made matters worse. As all communities increasingly fight to assert themselves, the result is for all to see: In Christian-run institutions, Hindu teachers are becoming objects of suspicion. In Hindu-run establishments, care is taken to ensure that Muslims do not become student leaders. Muslim students in some schools and colleges have started insisting on a two-hour lunch break on Fridays in order to attend prayers at the local mosque; some outfits are forcing girls to wear burqas. Recently in Surathkal, near Mangalore, girls wearing burqas to college were cornered and harassed, allegedly by Hindu activists. The college principal passed an order saying the veil should be removed in class but student leaders wanted them to do so before entering the campus. Tension ensued and a meeting organized to discuss the issue was stormed, allegedly by auto drivers.
Another dimension that has been added to the vulnerable districts is Pramod Mutalik. After the Sri Ram Sene rose to national infamy (or fame, depending on which way you look at it) by attacking girls at a pub in Mangalore, it has been trying to hijack the Hindutva agenda from the BJP. Just like the Sri Ram Sene, numerous other outfits active in Karnataka are now looking for just the right kind of spark to fan communal flames in the state.

More on HT's new design

Couple of friends called up to say the new HT design floating on the net is a red herring.
I know.
But HT is going for a redesign and it's going to be soon. Whether it is this or some other design, we'll know in about a month.

Michael Keegan, where art thou?

This is what the new design of HT looks like, says ContentSutra.

Pretty cool, I think.
But will the Mario Garcia-designed paper survive the sub-editor? My guess is if the Design Department cannot hold its own, the paper will be twisted, turned, upturned, bettered, worsened by the subs on KG Marg and Mahim.
HT is one of the best-looking newspapers in India, all thanks to Michael Keegan, and Ashutosh Sapru and his team. Will Garcia change all that?

A little more to the Right, please. Or we blow your brains off

The only place you'll find tolerance these days is in a dictionary.
The world's going flat and everybody is scared. Scared that followers of their faith will be exposed to other cultures and might end up liking them. Scared that youngsters these days do not believe in stereotypes and judge a person for what he or she is -- and not because she or he is a Yusuf, Suresh or a Cindy. Scared that in the pursuit of wealth and fame they will not bother about what this society was built on -- faith and intimidation.
Found a wonderful article written by Johann Hari, which, by the way, appeared in The Statesman and the editors were arrested because it "offended sensibilities of the minority community". Here's the link to the piece.
Back in Delhi, few of us bothered about the left- or the right-wingers. In fact, some of us in the newspapers had decided not to give publicity to the incredulous threats that were held out by the Bajrang Dals, Shiv Senas or the RPIs. But here in Karnataka, things are very different. The Karnataka Rakshana Vedikes, the Hoysala Senes, the Sri Ram Senes have been given a free run and you can't help but take note. If you don't, they beat the shit out of you.
Ultra-nationalism and patriotism is returning, guys. The last time it happened, we saw a World War breaking out. What will it be this time?

Mehngi hui sharaab toh, toddy toddy piya karo

Got my first real taste of Karnataka the other day when we dusted an old bike, tanked up a brand new Bullet and hit the highway at 60 kmph. We were on a mission -- a toddy mission.
All plans of leaving Bangalore by around 6 am had to be abandoned as some of us in the group (mainly, yours truly) are not morning persons and had to drag themselves out of bed.
Some 45 km from Bangalore, the small town of Anekal takes you back in time by about 10 years. By the time we reached Anekal, it was afternoon already -- and we were running behind time.
It was quite an experience to move through fields and come upon a tentshack where the toddy man had kept his stuff in an earthen pot. He dished out the stuff in mugs -- not the ones you get in an upmarket bar, but the ones Indians use in toilets to wash their sorry asses after eating a whole lot of chilli and fried food through the day. The taste was odd -- drinking toddy in the afternoon is not a good idea as it gets fermented. It was a cross between buttermilk and beer, but it tasted okay. Half-a-mug was enough to make me lose sensation in my hands and legs and I was sort of flying all the way down to Pearl Valley.

A couple of beers at Pearl Valley (which, by the way, has a small stream where water drops fall like pearls) and we were all set for a hearty lunch. Saw a lot of monkeys (not just the simian kind, but also some right-wingers who were berating the V-Day culture).
All in all, it was a good day trip and I was riding a bike after a really long time so it was kinda nice (even though my ass gave up and even now I have to check once in a while if it's still on).

Mutalik the Brutalik?

The day freedom dies its slow and painful death in India, Pramod Mutalik’s name will be etched in gold on the epitaph. The self-appointed custodian of Hindu culture and the Sri Ram Sene’s national president (his calling card says “Margadarshaka”— the guiding star) has turned Karnataka — Mangalore, in particular — into a Hindutva laboratory and also unleashed a monster that will devour many before it is tamed (if ever).
And Mutalik’s monster has already tasted blood — and it’s loving it. On Friday, a group of radicals attacked a Kerala MLA’s daughter and her Muslim friend who were travelling in a bus together. The radicals had been tipped off allegedly by the bus conductor. Mutalik has denied involvement and he could be telling the truth. He is too busy visiting the corridors of power and ensuring that nobody in Karnataka celebrates Valentine’s Day. No wait, it’s okay if Valentine’s Day celebrations are confined to churches, he says.
And then there is this preposterous threat of getting couples married or made to tie rakhi on the spot, depending on what plea you take when confronted by Mutalik’s goons. The idea of a no-cost, no-frills wedding in these times of economic slowdown may sound like a good one, but frankly, the joke has stretched a bit too far.
What is it that Mutalik doesn’t like about Valentine’s Day?
“It destroys the family structure,” he says, as he sits down in my office for a cup of coffee. “The West has short-term relationships and that is why they need a specific day to celebrate love. We should not follow Western culture. In India, marriages are for a lifetime and love for your partner is a never-ending affair. And it should be shown in your home,” he adds.
In order to understand how Mutalik gets the courage to say such outrageous things and get away with it, one needs to look at the number of outfits clamouring for attention in Karnataka today.
The state bears testimony to the fact that as the world becomes flat, more and more cultures are looking inwards, insecure about their future.
There is the Karnataka Rakshana Vedike, the Hoysala Sene and the Jai Karnataka, which basically fight for Kannada, its borders, culture and the “ill effects” of outside influence.
Then there are the Sangh Pariwar outfits and the Sri Ram Sene, which claim to uphold “Hindu dignity”.
In Mangalore, the Jamiat-i-Islami is forcing Muslim women to cover up — youths go around colleges threatening girls to wear burqa or face the consequences.
Karnataka Forum for Democracy (KFD) fights for Dalits and the minorities. Recently, one of the terrorists arrested for the Surat bombing plot revealed how he had tried to infiltrate KFD.
In such a competitive scenario, the attack on women — the lot that could offer least resistance — was the easiest way to get noticed.
Prasad Attavar, the state vice-president of Sri Ram Sene and the first man to justify the storming of Amnesia (the Mangalore pub), had been leading a crusade of sorts against beef — but the campaign was not going anywhere.
The attack on churches last year against “forced conversions” got them a lot of publicity and now the battle against “pub culture” seems to have completed the circle for the Ram Sene.
“There is a mafia out there which wants to exploit girls and we will not let that happen. Women need to be protected. In our culture, women have to be respected like the Gods,” he continues.
Hang on a minute. Isn’t this the same man whose goons beat the living daylights out of girls at the pub in Mangalore?
“What we did in Mangalore was widely appreciated. The other day, a lady called up Prasad Attavar and thanked him for beating up her daughter.”
Mutalik claims that the lady said she did not know that her daughter frequented pubs and the Sri Ram Sene’s daring act had opened her eyes.
Of course, Sri Ram Sene had not planned it that way. Mutalik and his men had thought that they were taking on helpless girls.
What happened instead was that wards of many VIPs (one of them is said to be close to a central minister) were present at the pub.
None of the victims has come out to lodge a formal complaint for obvious reasons (the man who came to the girls’ rescue has said that he is receiving threatening calls), but a war is already on between the minister and everybody else who matters.
“It’s the sex and drugs mafia that is promoting Valentine’s Day,” he says to bring me back from my thoughts.
Pray, how?
“So many girls and boys gather in colleges to celebrate Valentine’s Day. This is what the sex and drugs mafia want.”
By this time, one of Mutalik’s cronies launches into a tirade against Western culture and values.
The paradox is too glaring to miss — he is the only one dressed in Western wear.
“Earlier, only Western women figured in pornographic movies. Now, you can find videos of girls from Mangalore and many other districts of Karnataka.”
Somebody has been doing his homework. Some time back, a wave of MMSes of young girls strutting their stuff flooded the airwaves. It was a mafia all right, but then all women visiting restaurants and hotels in the coastal town of Mangalore got branded.
The music has died at most Mangalore hotels and the regular clientele can hardly be seen now.
Mutalik was able to bring about this change in a matter of days (many had been trying it for years) because he learnt his craft early. Sangh blood runs in Mutalik’s arteries. He spent his childhood in Hukkeri, a small town in Belgaum district, where his father was a teacher and an active Jan Sangh member.
Mutalik moved to Belgaum to pursue B Com and joined Navnirman Kranti and then the RSS. He idolised Praveen Togadia, the VHP’s International General Secretary. He made a name for himself in the BJP by leading the struggle every Independence Day to hoist the tricolour at the controversial Idgah Maidan in Hubli. But when Mutalik asked for his pound of flesh, the BJP refused to give him a ticket. He then parted ways with the party. Soon, he fell out with Praveen Togadia also over the construction of a Hindu Bhawan in Hubli and floated the Hindu Rashtriya Sena. He even fielded candidates in elections, but with disastrous results — nobody polled more than 300-400 votes.
In 2004, his followers gathered at the Maruti temple in Belgaum where the Sri Ram Sene was born. Mutalik and controversy intertwine like vines.
In September last year, he raised quite a few eyebrows when he announced that he had an army of 700 suicide bombers ready to protect Hindus from Islamic terrorism. That number would be raised to 5,000, he said.
Last month, a gang of hardcore criminals led by Basavraj Jambagi, an associate of Mutalik, was arrested for planning and executing the blast in Hubli court in May 2008. The other members of the gang are also alleged to be Sri Ram Sene activists. They wanted to assassinate certain Karnataka MLAs and police sources say that they killed their associate — deliberately — as part of the dry run.
Mutalik, who for years struggled to be identified as the custodian of Hindu culture, has, with one bold stroke, taken away the Hindutva cause from the BJP. The government in Karnataka may not be as radical as Mutalik, but both Chief Minister B S Yeddyurappa and Home Minister V S Acharya could not help but agree with him over the “detrimental effect” of pub culture.
“So what is it about pub culture that you particularly dislike?”
I ask him as he prepares to leave my office.
“Are you okay with drinking at home?”
“It’s not only about pubs. Alcohol is anathema to our culture. If women drink during pregnancy, their children suffer from birth defects. If they are habitual drinkers, their ability to bear children is affected. Women cannot be allowed to drink.”
Medically, there is nothing to argue about here.
But who gave Mutalik the right to be Brutalik?

The amazing adventures continue with No Kaam Sene

Part I : The amazing adventures of Eve Rao and Ever Reddy
Before Eve knew it, her honeymoon was over. Both were quick comers. And didn’t know what to do after the romp.
Married life was a radical change for Eve. It wasn’t just the change from East Coast to West Coast. Not just the Bay of Bengal-Arabian Sea problem. She had been married into a Reddy family transplanted from Cudappah (which is famous for land-grabbing, murders, extortions, so on and so forth) to Mangalore. A family that read only Deccan Herald. And that made Eve Reddy feel icky. She yearned for The New Indian Express, which is published from 14 centres and has a formidable presence in south India.
Days after Eve and Ever returned from their honeymoon in Karwar (beautiful place, an hour from Goa), she could still smell the feni-and-fanta on Ever. And she hated it. Just like the 501 pataka beedi that he was so fond of. She tried to point it out to Ever Reddy but he was never ready to listen.
Sitting in a corner after Ever Reddy had done his thing, Eve caught sight of The New Indian Express. Ever had brought fried fish head for her, and wrapped it in her favourite newspaper, not realizing Eve’s life was to change forever.
Eve started withdrawing into a shell from that day on. The sex was still A-class but the nagging had begun. She used to scold Ever for sitting around paan shops, playing cards and smoking his 501 pataka beedi. Ever was an unskilled labourer and his services could be availed by anyone on payment of Rs 100. Sometimes, he would get a bottle of the local brew as well.
Eve wanted him to get a pucca job and not hang around all day with rowdy elements (that’s the favourite phrase in south India) of the No Kaam Sene. But Ever would have none of it. He liked his saffron-clad buddies. And the going was good, he often told her.
“Look, Oriyas are coming here in their droves. They are taking over all our fishing jobs. They want to work hard. Let them. All we need to do is slap them around for our hafta. We are the nakaam sene (it was the No Kaam Sene, but Ever was never good at pronounciation).”
The No Kaam Sene had been observing for a while that young men and women were coming from “naarth India” to study at Manipal University and were going to pubs and bars.
No Kaam Sene had to contend with “apna haath jagannath” (loosely translated: self service) when these young men and women were free to change partners and were enjoying themselves. There was also another dimension to the hole (okay, whole) problem: No Kaam Sene had been inspired by the BJP and wanted to use Hindutva to get a seat in Parliament or the local legislature. That inter-caste marriages had wrecked the social fabric of Mangalore was an added advantage. They found just the right ingredient to start a fire.
One fine day, members of the No Kaam Sene decided to attack a church (out you beef-eating, pork-chomping, Bible-reading, peace-loving guys, they said) in a very peaceful neighbourhood in Mangalore. That had a domino effect. Soon, churches were being attacked in Bangalore and the No Kaam Sene had finally found a cause.
When Eve got to know of Ever’s role in the attack, she questioned him once. She had had Christian friends in school and knew it was wrong. The second time she pointed it out to him was when Ever went limp in bed.
“See this is because you attacked all those innocent people. God is punishing you.”
Hearing Eve make fun of her masculinity, Ever beat her black and blue. And he quite liked it. No resistance, he thought. Those Oriyas sometimes hit back, he said to himself.
And then it became a regular affair. He was practicing for bigger things in life, Ever told Eve.
Once when he demanded that Eve spread her legs for her, she refused.
“Never, Reddy,” she thought, and after being beaten black and blue, went to sleep. Next morning, before Ever could wake up, she was gone. Forever.
“Who needs a man anyway.” she said, thinking about the article she had read in The New Indian Express, which is published from 14 centres and has a formidable presence in south India. She had read that sperm cells could be produced from a woman’s bone marrow and -- technically -- there was no need for a man for getting pregnant.
In fact, it was this development that had got the No Kaam Sene worried. And that is why they had decided to attack churches (the West – and Christian doctors -- had made the discovery).
Ever was a little distraught after Eve left. Now he became Ever Reddy to attack women.
One fine evening, he and other members of No Kaam Sene assembled outside a pub which had became the rage within about 20 days of its launch. It was called something, but I forget.
Ever’s practice came in handy. He entered the pub, murmured a prayer with his friends and then went on the rampage. He slapped a couple of girls around. Unluckily for him, at least two of them turned out to be daughters of VIPs, one of them the ward of a friend of Women and Child Development Minister Renuka Chowdhury’s. Soon, national media was condemning the attack on women in Mangalore. Ever was picked up for questioning and sent to judicial custody. No Kaam Sene suddenly had a lot of work to do – torch buses, damage trucks, attack pubs.
Ever had suddenly become a national hero (or villain, depends on which way you look at it).

Tomorrow: The rise and rise of Ever and No Kaam Sene

The amazing adventures of Eve Rao and Ever Reddy

Eve Rao had a simple life. Growing up in Kadambadi, some 90 km from Chennai, paddy fields, the sun-kissed land and the frothing sea were her constant companion. Eve was growing into a beautiful young lady, just like the land she tilled – tender, fertile and ripe for harvesting. By day, Eve would dream about her knight in shining armour, striding through the paddy fields (which had windmills, by the way), making a mess of the harvest and sweeping her off her feet. Her long, coconut oil-smeared hair would flow with the breeze as the horse and her knight (who turned out to be a lanky, mundu-wearing, paan-chewing, drinking-himself-silly dark chap) galloped into the fields. By night, she would dream about getting wet in the paddy fields with her amorous lover, making love, and a lot of noise, under the stars.
Her heart missed a beat one fine Wednesday morning when her father announced that he had fixed a match for her. Eve started thinking about a man with broad shoulders and a broader outlook. Eve was no big fan of Tamil movies (which was kind of strange) but she did often fantasise about singing and dancing around trees and changing her outfit with each changing stanza.
At this point, it is necessary to describe Eve a little better to ensure continuity of this story. The dimple-on-her-chin-devil-within girl loved reading. Her favourite newspaper was The New Indian Express, which, by the way, is published from 14 centres in India and has a formidable reach in South India. She did not particularly like the Deccan Chronicle, riddled as it was with poor grammar. ToI had not yet come to Tamil Nadu even though it had grand plans (she called it cock-teasing, God knows why). The Hindu was seriously good -- it never failed to put her to sleep and was much better than counting sheep anyway. She loved Mills and Boon, just like young women of her age. Joseph Heller was her favourite, even though nothing happened to her after reading Something Happened.
As Eve put one her face powder (it is an obsession with most Tamilians), pouted her lips and checked whether the lipstick was quite alright, the boy (nay, man) arrived. He was ushered in, served buttermilk and murukku and Eve’s father tried to make him feel comfortable.
And then Eve was summoned. Her heart was beating faster than a coconut peeler having a go at the nut (which is incredulous). Entering the room, Eve tried to catch a glance at her knight (he was dark, seriously!).
You can understand the moment only if you have seen a coconut peeler at work. It was like that last blow on the tender skin when the water spurts out (if you didn’t get the analogy: premature ejaculation).
“Reddy,” he said.
“Ever Reddy,” he added.
Was he a fan of Ian Fleming? We will never know.
Eve went weak in the knees. That husky voice. Those broad shoulders (and a broader outlook too, hopefully). That 6 foot frame.
Rajinikanth, Clark Gable, Cary Grant, James Dean, Suriya thought Eve.
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, thought Ever Reddy (it was his name, not his surname that made Reddy that way).
It was love at first sight, the mundu notwithstanding.
The date was fixed. August 15, 2005. Eve wanted to break free (and her hymen, of course). Ever Reddy was ever ready to oblige.
Just 35 moons had to pass.

Tomorrow: Eve and Ever’s honeymoon.

The truth about Satyam is out there

I was in Delhi on the morning of Whacky Wednesday, reading horror stories about a young woman who had been violated by a group of boys in Noida. The lady in question, a 24-year-old MBA student of an upmarket B-School, was returning from an upmarket shopping mall with a friend of hers when the boys, returning after a cricket match, cornered the duo at a secluded place. The boys forced them to another secluded place outside their village and forced themselves upon her. The girl was courageous enough to report the matter to the Noida police and the culprits were arrested soon after.
Nothing shocks me anymore about Delhi and its suburbs but this incident was way too terrible. The village elders justified the boys’ crime saying city slickers have spoilt their culture. How dare this man have one woman in his car, they asked, when boys in their village go to schools where there is one girl for around 15 boys.
What’s the big deal, they asked.
Just as I was shaking my head in disbelief, TV started flashing news of the biggest fraud of our times. (Note to self: Really?) Satyam’s Ramalingu Raju had been lying through his teeth about the financial health of his company. Just as Warren Buffett, the legendary investor, thinks silver is the final frontier, our erstwhile tycoon thought land was the best bet and was accumulating vast tracts of it – over 6,000 acres, to be precise. This, apparently, led to his fall from grace.
What’s the big deal, I asked.
Agreed that he committed a breach of trust and conspired to cheat people. Many of our PSUs went sick more or less in the same fashion.
But whom exactly did Raju cheat?
The investor? The man who looked at the balance sheets of the company and invested his hard-earned wealth and then some to benefit from India’s IT story? Probably not. Because most investors in India are gamblers anyway, making money out of intra-day trade or by profiting from a company’s growth but exiting at the first sign of trouble. And in any case, some are still buying the Satyam stock after it hit Rs 6.90 on Friday coming down from its peak of Rs 542 in May last year.
The Indian janta? The people who used to crow about how home-grown companies such as Infosys, Wipro, TCS and Satyam are taking on the world? Probably not. Because public memory is short and most won’t skip their breakfast just because one Raju managed to fool all the people all the time (well, almost).
The media? Those beacons of light who religiously report that a substantial number of the richest in the world are Indians? The people (yours truly included) who got fooled into going gaga over Satyam winning awards for corporate governance? (Of all the things, imagine!) Probably not. Because they’ll have their revenge anyway.
My guess is that the only people Raju really cheated are his employees. Those 53,000 people (note to self: update the figure after the real audit) who toiled day and night for him. Those 53,000 people who thought their lives were made and bought cars and homes on huge loans looking at their 8-figure salaries. Those 53,000 people who were the darling of all marketers then but no bank wants to touch now.
The young woman in Noida will probably never get over her trauma and will forever be scared of young men, especially when she sees a crowd.
The employees of Satyam will probably never get over the shock of daylight robbery and will forever be scared of balance sheets, especially when they look for the next job.
And the investor, the Indian janta or the media? Oh, never mind them. They will find many more Rajus and Satyams to slap around in the days to come.