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August 6, 2009 Raman Leave a comment

“Never before in history has the dream of eliminating global poverty been so attainable, yet seemed so elusive. We live in a world where the reach of technology and markets are global, and yet more than a billion men, women, and children live in abject poverty, devoid of their benefits. How can that possibly be? In an age of plenty, what deprives people of adequate food, shelter, clean water, education, good health and enough income to live on with dignity? What can governments, international agencies, and non-governmental organizations do to make the dream a reality? The study of international development is about finding answers to questions like these.”

- Dani Rodrik, Rafiq Hariri Professor of International Political Economy

Shashi Tharoor on the Nalanda University…

August 2, 2009 Raman 1 comment

AS 2006 draws to a close, it is interesting that a year that began with the eruption of the hugely divisive reservation controversy is ending with the impetus being given, inspired by President Abdul Kalam himself, to the endeavour of reconstructing the oldest and greatest of India’s meritocratic universities, Nalanda.

Founded in 427 A.D. by Buddhist monks at the time of Kumaragupta I (415-455 A.D.), Nalanda was an extraordinary centre of learning for seven centuries. The name probably comes from a combination of nalam (lotus, the symbol of knowledge) and da, meaning “to give”, so Nalanda means “Giver of Knowledge”. And that is exactly what the university did, attracting prize students from all over India, as well as from China, Indonesia, Japan, Korea, Persia, Sri Lanka, Tibet and Turkey. At its peak, Nalanda played host to more than 10,000 students — not just Buddhists, but of various religious traditions — and its education, provided in its heyday by 2,000 world-renowned professors, was completely free.

Glorious accounts

The Chinese scholar, Hsuen-Tsiang (or Xuanzang in today’s Pinyin spelling), who visited India in 630 A.D. under the Guptas and stayed for some time at Nalanda, has left us a vivid description of the university. He wrote of “richly adorned towers” with observatories “lost in the vapours of the morning”. The university’s architecture was remarkable, with nine-storey buildings, eight separate compounds, ten temples, several meditation halls, a great library and dozens of classrooms. Its setting, too, was full of beauty, dotted with lakes and parks. Most important, its finances were secure, since the monarch “has remitted the revenues of about 100 villages for the endowment of the convent”. In addition, the villagers supplied food to the students, whose material needs were entirely met by the university so that they could concentrate on “the perfection of their studies”.

True centre of learning

The accounts of foreign travellers portray a university throbbing with intellectual excitement, a centre of learning devoted not only to the study of Buddhist texts but of Hindu philosophy, the Vedas, and theology in general; logic, grammar and linguistics; the practice of medicine and the study of other sciences, notably mathematics and astronomy; and more down-to-earth subjects like politics, the art of war and even handicrafts. Contemporary visitors speak of a system of education that went well beyond the oral recitation and rote-learning normally practised in monasteries. Nalanda’s teachers practised a variety of instructional methods: exposition was followed by debate and discussion, lectures featured lengthy question-and-answer sessions, and ideas were illuminated by extensive resort to parables and stories. Admission required a strict oral examination; literally so, since strangers were not permitted to enter unless they could satisfactorily answer a number of questions from the gatekeeper testifying to their basic level of educational attainment.

An Indian contribution

The university was an Indian invention. In Hindu tradition, education emerged from the gurukul — the teacher’s home, where students went to acquire learning. The Buddhists, however, congregated in monasteries, which became centres of learning in their own right, supplanting the home of the teacher. Nalanda was, of course, not alone as a prominent Indian university. Kasi (Varanasi) and Kanchi were particularly renowned for their religious teaching, and Taksasila (Taxila in today’s Pakistan) placed greater emphasis on secular studies; but Nalanda combined the religious and the secular, a Buddhist university offering a non-sectarian education to young men from near and far. These were the Oxfords and Harvards of their time, centuries before either of those universities was founded. Today, our universities, barring an IIT here and a St. Stephen’s there, are a long way short of world-class. Rebuilding Nalanda must be more than an exercise in constructive nostalgia. It must involve a new level of ambition, or it will be a futile exercise.

Nalanda was destroyed three times by invaders, but only rebuilt twice. The first time was when the Huns under Mihirakula laid waste the campus during the reign of Skandagupta (455-467 A.D.), when Nalanda was only a few decades old. Skanda’s successors Puragupta and Narasimhagupta promptly undertook the restoration of the university, improving it with the construction of even grander buildings, and endowed it with enough resources so that the university could be self-sustaining in the longer term. The second destruction came a century and a half later, with an assault by the Gaudas in the early seventh century. This time the great Hindu king Harshavardhana (606-648 A.D.) restored the Buddhist university, once again upgrading the buildings and facilities.

The desire for excellence

But nearly 800 years after its founding, Nalanda was destroyed a third time and burned by Turkish Muslim invaders under Bakhtiyar Khilji in 1197 A.D. This time there was to be no reconstruction: not only were there no equivalent of the Gupta kings or Harsha to rebuild it, but the university had already been decayed from within by the cancer of corruption on the part of its administrators and by declining enthusiasm for Buddhist-led learning. If we are to rebuild it 800 years later, we will need not just money but the will to excellence, not just a physical plant but a determined spirit. A great university is the finest advertisement for the society that sustains it. If we recreate Nalanda, it must be as a university worthy of the name — and we must be a society worthy of a 21st-century Nalanda.

To read the orginal article by Shashi Tharoor for The Hindu click here

Jawaharlal, do you want Kashmir, or do you want to give it away?

July 25, 2009 Raman 2 comments

This eye witness account by Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw M C, of the accession of Kashmir and the subsequent half way cease fire, before the objective was acheived, (the root cause of the Kashmir problem, ever since ) will interest you a great deal. Sam Manekshaw, the first field marshal in the Indian army, was at the ringside of events when Independent India was being formed. Then a colonel, he was chosen to accompany V. P. Menon on his historic mission to Kashmir. This is his version of that journey and its aftermath, as recorded in an interview with Prem Shankar Jha*.

‘Jawaharlal, do you want Kashmir, or do you want to give it away?’

“At about 2.30 in the afternoon, General Sir Roy Bucher walked into my room and said, ‘Eh, you, go and pick up your toothbrush. You are going to Srinagar with V. P. Menon. The flight will take off at about 4 o’clock’.

I said, ‘why me, sir?’

‘Because we are worried about the military situation..’

‘V. P. Menon was going there to get the accession from the Maharaja and Mahajan. I flew in with V. P. Menon in a Dakota. Wing Commander Dewan, who was then Squadron Leader Dewan, was also there. But his job did not have anything to do with assessing the military situation. He was sent by the Air Force because it was the Air Force which was flying us in. Since I was in the Directorate of Military Operations, and was responsible for current operations all over India, West Frontier, the Punjab, and elsewhere, I knew what the situation in Kashmir was. I knew that the tribesmen had come in – initially only the tribesmen – supported by the Pakistanis.’

‘Fortunately for us, and for Kashmir, they were busy raiding, raping all along. In Baramulla, they killed Colonel D. O. T. Dykes. Dykes and I were of the same seniority. We did our first year’s attachment with the Royal Scots in Lahore, way back in 1934-5. Tom went to the Sikh Regiment. I went to the Frontier Force Regiment. We’d lost contact with each other. He’d become a Lieutenant Colonel. I’d become a full Colonel.’

‘Tom and his wife were holidaying in Baramulla when the tribesmen killed them. The Maharaja’s forces were 50 per cent Muslim and 50 per cent Dogra. The Muslim elements had revolted and joined the Pakistani forces. This was the broad military situation. The tribesmen were believed to be about 7 to 9 kilometers from Srinagar. I was sent into get the precise military situation. The Army knew that if we had to send soldiers, we would have to fly them in. Therefore, a few days before, we had made arrangements for aircraft and for soldiers to be ready.’

‘But we couldn’t fly them in until the state of Kashmir had acceded to India. From the political side, Sardar Patel and V. P. Menon had been dealing with Mahajan and the Maharaja, and the idea was that V. P. Menon would get the Accession, I would bring back the military appreciation and report to the government. The troops were already at the airport, ready to be flown in.’

‘Air Chief Marshall Elmhurst was the Air Chief and he had made arrangements for the aircraft from civil and military sources. Anyway, we were flown in. We went to Srinagar. We went to the palace. I have never seen such disorganisation in my life. The Maharaja was running about from one room to the other. I have never seen so much jewellery in my life – pearl necklaces, ruby things, lying in one room; packing here, there, everywhere. There was a convoy of vehicles.’

‘The Maharaja was coming out of one room, and going into another saying, Alright, if India doesn’t help, I will go and join my troops and fight (it) out’. I couldn’t restrain myself, and said, That will raise their morale sir. Eventually, I also got the military situation from everybody around us, asking what the hell was happening, and discovered that the tribesmen were about 7 or 9 kilometres from what was then that horrible little airfield.

‘V. P. Menon was in the meantime discussing with Mahajan and the Maharaja. Eventually the Maharaja signed the accession papers and we flew back in the Dakota late at night. There were no night facilities, and the people who were helping us to fly back, to light the airfield, were Sheikh Abdullah, Kasim Sahib, Sadiq Sahib, Bakshi Ghulam Mohammed, D P Dhar with pine torches, and we flew back to Delhi. I can’t remember the exact time. It must have been 3 o’clock or 4 o’clock in the morning.’

‘On arriving at Delhi the first thing I did was to go and report to Sir Roy Bucher. He said, ‘Eh, you, go and shave and clean up. There is a cabinet meeting at 9 o’clock. I will pick you up and take you there.’ So I went home, shaved, dressed, etc. and Roy Bucher picked me up, and we went to the cabinet meeting. The cabinet meeting was presided by Mountbatten. There was Jawaharlal Nehru, there was Sardar Patel, there was Sardar Baldev Singh. There were other Ministers whom I did not know and did not want to know, because I had nothing to do with them. Sardar Baldev Singh I knew because he was the Minister for Defence, and I knew Sardar Patel, because Patel would insist that V. P. Menon take me with him to the various states.’

‘Almost every morning the Sardar would sent for V. P., H. M. Patel and Myself. While Maniben (Patel’s daughter and de- facto secretary) would sit cross-legged with a Parker fountain pen taking notes, Patel would say, V. P., I want Baroda. Take him with you. I was the bogeyman. So I got to know the Sardar very well.’

‘At the morning meeting he handed over the (Accession) thing. Mountbatten turned around and said, ‘Come on Manekji (He called me Manekji instead of Manekshaw), what is the Military situation?’ I gave him the Military situation, and told him that unless we flew in troops immediately, we would have lost Srinagar, because going by road would take days, and once the tribesmen got to the airport and Srinagar, we couldn’t fly troops in. Everything was ready at the airport.’

‘As usual Nehru talked about the United Nations, Russia, Africa, God almighty, everybody, until Sardar Patel lost his temper. He said, ‘Jawaharlal, do you want Kashmir, or do you want to give it away’. He (Nehru) said, ‘ Of course, I want Kashmir (emphasis in original). Then he (Patel) said ‘Please give your orders’. And before he could say anything Sardar Patel turned to me and said, ‘You have got your orders’.’

‘I walked out, and we started flying in troops at about 11 o’clock or 12 o’clock. I think it was the Sikh regiment under Ranjit Rai that was the first lot to be flown in. And then we continued flying troops in. That is all I know about what happened. Then all the fighting took place. I became a brigadier, and became director of military operations and also if you will see the first signal to be signed ordering the cease-fire on 1 January (1949) had been signed by Colonel Manekshaw on behalf of C-in-C India, General Sir Roy Bucher. That must be lying in the Military Operations Directorate.

*Excerpted from Kashmir 1947, Rival Versions of History, by Prem Shankar Jha, Oxford University Press, 1996, Rs 275*

The Monkey Story…

June 24, 2009 Raman Leave a comment

Once upon a time, there was a monkey that lived in the woods just outside the city. Though it could find everything that it needed in the woods, it used to drop into the city for a “snack”, just out of curiosity. On one of its trips, it found a huge pot of peanuts being boiled under a tree.

It’s eyes lit up seeing the catch and immediately jumped to the tree under which the pot was boiling. To its surprise, it also found that no one was really taking care of the pot – they had just left it to boil the peanuts. Slowly descending, the Monkey found a nice shelf off a branch & made itself comfortable. Thanking god for his benevolence, the Monkey bent and took a couple of peanuts & put them into his mouth. And was ecstatic – “what taste, what flavours!!”

It sat there for about half an hour having its fill of the juicy & by-now-tender peanuts. Stomach filled, it let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. And suddenly, the thought occurred – “why shouldn’t it take some peanuts home so that it can have its fill anytime?”

The Monkey was proud of its intelligence and prepared itself for the final assault. Clinging to the branch, it hung low on the branch, put its fist into the pot & grabbed a fist full of peanuts. But much to its chagrin, it found that the more peanuts it tried to fit into its fist, the more peanuts spilled out of the fist.

Morals: Be happy with what you get, There’s only so much that can be done by you, Don’t lose what you’ve got looking for more.

After a while, the Monkey grew tired & decided that it’s going to take what fits into its fist & go. Now there came another problem – when holding so many peanuts, it couldn’t take its fist out of the pot! Earlier, it had been taking just a couple of peanuts and so the hand could easily pass in & out of the pot. Now, with its fist full, the pot’s mouth played truant. The hapless Monkey couldn’t decide what to do – leave the peanuts or take the peanuts.

Morals: Materialistic world binds you down through your attachments to materialistic objects – you have to let go of these attachments to attain salvation, Never take more than what can be managed or you’ll be stuck, Learn when to let it go.

Finally, the Monkey realised that it cannot take a fist full of peanuts and so dropped the peanuts and ran away. But what it thought was that since it knew where the peanuts are boiled, it can at anytime saunter in & have its pick. The ploy worked fine for a while but finally, someone realised that there were peanuts missing all the time. They laid a trap & the Monkey was duly caught & sent to the zoo, where it had to eat what it got.

Morals: Things may work fine for a while but never forever if you do the same thing, Don’t push your luck too much lest it should break.

F1 loses its charm & MotoGP is in…

June 13, 2009 Raman Leave a comment

I have been an ardent F1 fan since 2003 and have enjoyed the pitched battles initially between Fernando Alonso & Michael Schumacher and later on between, Kimi Raikkonen, Felipe Massa, Lewis Hamilton & Fernando Alonso. True, Kimi was lucky to win in 2007, so was Lewis in 2008. Both Massa & Lewis got the break of their lives with Ferrari & McLaren. It is also true that both in 2007 & in 2008, the championship was decided outside the track. But still, what’s happening in 2009 is a disappointment. What would you call three former world champions who are about 50 points behind the current leader with the season just about touching the halfway mark?

F1 has always been the pinnacle of the Glamour & Sport combination. There’s big money involved and the sport itself is life-risking. But for championships & race results to be decided in court rooms & by stewards is just the slap on the face a fan doesn’t want. And as if that wasn’t enough, we have Brawn GP (although it is run by one of F1’s greatest minds, Ross Brawn who was instrumental in creating the Schumacher Charisma), a team whose existance was under question just about two months before the season start. And now, their drivers are 1 & 2 with three 1-2 finishes out of 7 races already – pathetic? Not to deny the fruits of their hardwork but it is disgusting that 8 teams can’t even compete with them because their interpretation of a stupid diffuser rule was different from the Brawns & Red Bulls. What a pity?

And then, the 2010 season only promises to be an even bigger flop – Mr. Max Mosley (caught performing a Nazi influenced BDSM fetish orgy last year) the President of the FIA (F1’s governing body) has a great idea to ensure proper competition – a budget cap (which is I believe less than 50% of what Ferrari & McLaren, the 2 top teams until last season spend currently) that would put the underprivilaged teams at par with the top ones. If there was a stupid decision ever to kill a sport, Max would qualify hands down.

Defeating the argument is the current season – with all their budgets & technical superiority, Ferrari & McLaren stand 4th & 6th in the championship. So money alone, isn’t clearly the distinguishing factor.

The ticket prices are too high leading to empty stands, crowd favourites aren’t winning anymore & recession is hitting sponsors who are backing out of the sport & their deals all of which is leading to a severe strain on the financials already. Max is planning to deliver that death punch on F1 which would probably see the sport actually dying. But whatever happens, it would be an achievement for Max.

On the other hand, MotoGP is awesome – I haven’t seen a single race till date that has been decided off track, the four-pronged battle for the title last year between Casey Stoner, Valentino Rossi, Jorge Lorenzo & Dani Pedrosa was a treat to watch. Though Dani & Jorge dropped out of contention, the track battles between Rossi & Stoner was vintage stuff. The MotoGP US Grand Prix 2008 at Laguna Seca was like watching Lord Shiva perform his rudra dance on earth – amazing!!! And once again Rossi, Lorenzo & Stoner are back at it this year with 9 points seperating the top three racers – now that’s what we call competition.

I mean its ok if your favourite doesn’t win every race – it is important for the sport to win. And MotoGP does just that. I would recommend all of you to watch the races – the next one is at Catalunya this Sunday. Watch it and am sure you’ll get addicted.