Corruption in India

India, before invasion, was renowned as a “golden bird” due to its material prosperity, profound spiritual wisdom, and advanced scientific understanding. From physiology and its inner dimensions to the concept of the multiverse, discussions and innovations were already prevalent. However, this golden age was disrupted by the devastating era of Islamic invasions, leading to widespread destruction. Millions of lives were lost, and countless people were forcibly converted to Islam. It is estimated that over 60,000 Hindu, Jain, and Buddhist temples were razed to the ground.

The destruction of Nalanda University and its incomparable library, along with the countless Jain and Hindu temples sacrificed to build the Qutub Minar, are well-documented tragedies. The suffering endured by the sacred sites of Ayodhya, Mathura, and Varanasi is similarly heart-wrenching. Indeed, the historical atrocities inflicted upon India are vast and complex, defying concise summation. Ultimately, the nation was partitioned, with present-day Pakistan, Bangladesh, and Nepal once forming an integral part of India. Expanding the cultural perspective, Tibet and Afghanistan were also deeply intertwined with the Indian subcontinent.

Following the brutal Islamic era, British colonial rule ensued, often referred to as the “British Raj.” However, many argue it was essentially a “Christian Raj,” with colonial objectives mirroring those of their Muslim predecessors: exploitation of India’s wealth and proselytization of Christianity. While Mother Teresa is celebrated for her humanitarian work, her canonization is often attributed to her role in religious conversion, particularly among the Hindu population.

Her work among the impoverished was undeniably extraordinary, defying verbal description. While her humanitarian efforts were commendable, it’s also acknowledged that her primary objective included proselytizing Christianity, particularly within the Hindu community. Despite the actions of previous rulers, India gained independence on August 15, 1947, igniting hope among millions. However, the nation has grappled with persistent challenges such as corruption, poverty, and illiteracy.

India’s journey into independence was marred almost immediately by the Jeep scam of 1948, a stark indicator of the challenges to come. Since then, a seemingly endless stream of scandals has plagued successive governments. The pervasive nature of corruption is exemplified by former Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi’s infamous assertion that only 15 paise of every rupee allocated for public welfare actually reaches its intended beneficiaries, with the remaining 85 paise siphoned off by politicians, bureaucrats, and their associates.

The frequency and scale of corruption escalated over time. Multi-million and even billion-dollar scams became commonplace. International aid and loans intended for poverty alleviation were diverted into the coffers of politicians and bureaucrats. The plunder extended beyond foreign funds to the nation’s natural resources. The coal and Commonwealth Games scams are infamous examples of this rampant corruption.

Corruption had become so normalized that it was expected at every level of society. Citizens anticipated bribes from government employees and police officers. The opulent lifestyles of politicians, often funded through illicit means, were accepted without question. This systemic corruption created a toxic environment where dishonesty permeated every sector, from government offices to private businesses.

Finally the 2014 elections came and Mr. Narendra Modi was introduced as the Prime Ministerial candidate of the BJP party. Mr. Narendra Modi had a reputation of being business friendly, honest but also anti-minority. The ruling party Congress made Mr. Modi’s reputation of being anti-minority a huge issue. The elections were polarized in the name of minority appeasement. Mr. Modi was labeled as an anti-minority because of the Gurjat riots which took place in the year 2002. Gujrat riots started when a group of Hindu pilgrims train was attacked by Muslims in Gujrat.

“A train carrying Hindu pilgrims was set on fire by a Muslim mob, resulting in the deaths of several people. This incident triggered widespread communal violence across the state. Mr. Modi, the then Chief Minister, was criticized for his handling of the riots. However, his reputation as a business-friendly and honest leader, coupled with his successful track record of bringing development to Gujarat, significantly contributed to his election as Prime Minister of India in 2014.”

When Mr. Modi became Prime Minister, people had high expectations. They anticipated rapid improvements in governance, including zero corruption, enhanced internal and external security, transparency, better infrastructure, increased financial prosperity, and overall progress. It is now 2024, and Mr. Modi has completed two terms as Prime Minister. We have witnessed significant changes on the ground level.

We have witnessed some of his popular schemes, such as housing for all, direct benefit transfers, digital transactions, universal tap water supply, affordable internet, an excellent new road network, improved electricity, and sanitation, bring about changes in people’s lives. Additionally, there have been no new scams reported in the government thus far. While it’s possible that scams exist but remain undisclosed due to the current administration, it’s also noteworthy how many previously corrupt leaders from other parties have adopted a clean image upon joining the BJP.

Anyways, Mr. Modi seems to be a lot better leader than any other option but one place where his karizma does not seem to work is the corruption on ground level. The corruption which people face in their daily lives, such as corruption in government offices and policing. I know that Policing is a matter of the state government and Mr. Modi can not do anything about it. I also know that most of the work which literally matters in people’s lives is done by the state governments. There are many central government run offices and institutions in different states but they are also somehow highly affected by the governance of the state.

I cannot think of a single government office where anyone can get any work done without offering a bribe. If I want a new electricity connection, I will have to offer a bribe. To build a house, I will have to bribe someone in the municipality and city development authority. Starting a business requires bribing the concerned authorities. Even getting a loan or registering a police complaint involves paying bribes.

The government of India has a program called housing for all. The way this scheme work is that if someone who has a piece of land but not a house then the government gives some money. The money is sent directly into the beneficiary’s account in four different installments. The beneficiary provides a plan, gets it approved by some government officer and then the amount is sent directly to the beneficiary’s account. But since there is an officer involved in between, he charges almost 20% bribe in advance, I have heard that at some places its even 40%.

So, I mean to say that corruption is prevalent in almost every aspect of life, and it’s often incredibly frustrating. I have countless personal experiences with corruption and would like to share a recent incident involving the birth of a child in my family and the death of my uncle. This case highlights corruption within the central government, state government, and private sector—a reflection of the broader corruption of humanity.

Let’s focus on the birth of my sister-in-law’s child. Most people who can afford private healthcare avoid government hospitals due to inefficiency caused by corruption. This isn’t about the quality of doctors but the poor service resulting from corruption. Patients are often neglected, with doctors and nurses absent or unwilling to see them. Senior residents handle most cases, and essential services like medicines are charged despite being supposedly free. The infrastructure is excellent on paper but poorly maintained.

My sister-in-law’s husband was unemployed when she was pregnant, so they opted for government hospital services, which were supposed to be free (including medicines, delivery, vaccines, supplements, and doctor fees). The day she went into labor, she was rushed to the hospital and, after much chaos, was admitted. They informed the family that she would deliver that night and that she was hemoglobin-deficient, requiring three units of blood. The family managed to find donors without difficulty.

The hospital planned to perform a caesarean section. When I visited her, I was appalled by the conditions. The mattresses were dirty, the bedsheets used, and garbage littered the floor. A single nurse was responsible for perhaps fifty patients, with many nursing duties delegated to family members. It was horrifying. To add insult to injury, the hospital demanded a bribe of Rs. 7000 for the delivery, payable in advance.

The surgery was scheduled for around 9 PM, but they demanded the money around 5 PM. Seven thousand rupees might not seem like a large sum to a middle-class Indian family, but it was a significant amount for someone unemployed. The father didn’t have the money and was struggling to arrange funds for his wife’s post-surgery care. This sudden, unexpected expense was overwhelming.

He questioned the hospital staff about the fee, given that the surgery was supposed to be free. The response was that while the surgery itself was free, a payment was still required. This money, they claimed, went directly to the doctor, and failure to pay could jeopardize the mother and child during the operation. Imagine the shock and fear this caused. The hospital employee explicitly threatened the well-being of the mother and child if the bribe wasn’t paid.

Despite lacking the funds, the father felt compelled to comply. He borrowed the money and gave it to the hospital employee. Only after the bribe was paid was his wife taken into the operating room. This harrowing ordeal illustrates the deep-rooted corruption a person faces even before birth in India.

Now let’s discuss the other incident involving my uncle’s death. One of my uncles died in a motorcycle accident a few months ago while returning home. He was alone when the accident occurred and was brought to the hospital by strangers. My uncle was still alive at the accident scene and gave his mobile phone to passersby, asking them to inform his family. They called some relatives using his phone and then took him to BHU, Varanasi’s largest hospital.

BHU is a centrally funded university with the region’s largest hospital. It’s the backbone of healthcare in eastern Uttar Pradesh and serves patients from neighboring states like Bihar and Madhya Pradesh. My uncle was brought to BHU’s trauma center already deceased. Upon arriving at the hospital, I found his body unattended. The doctor informed me that my uncle had been brought in dead and hadn’t been officially admitted. They asked if we wanted to take the body or if they should perform an autopsy. Indian law mandates an autopsy in cases of unnatural death. As an autopsy is required for insurance claims, loans, and other financial matters, we requested one.

BHU staff informed us that they no longer performed autopsies on-site. Instead, all autopsies were conducted at another government hospital about 10 kilometers away. They explained that they would first inform the police, who would then handle the paperwork before the body could be transferred. Our request for an autopsy initiated a series of frustrating and corrupt events.

The hospital had stretchers but stored them outside the trauma center. We were asked to fetch one ourselves, a minor inconvenience but a task that should have been handled by hospital staff, especially considering the emotional state of grieving families. After obtaining a stretcher, we waited for hospital personnel to assist in moving the body to the mortuary.

An hour later, someone arrived, but initially refused to touch the body, demanding that we move it to the stretcher. My brother and I were unable to do so alone and needed additional help. Despite our pleas, we were forced to move the body ourselves. We then had to transport the stretcher with the body approximately 300 meters to the mortuary.

Moving a stretcher with a body on it requires proper handling. I had no experience with stretchers but somehow managed to navigate it. We finally reached the mortuary, which could accommodate about four to six bodies. There was no hospital staff to open the mortuary or store the body. The accompanying hospital employee was only there for paperwork. He called someone, and after about thirty minutes, a severely intoxicated man arrived, reeking of alcohol.

He wasn’t a regular BHU employee but a temporary hire. I believe there should be a dedicated person for this job, but someone was likely avoiding their duties. This is a common issue in India, where government employees often delegate their work to others while still receiving a salary. I suspect this was a similar case. In fact, I know someone personally working at a village health center who never shows up for work. He’s anxious now because the government is implementing a biometric attendance system.

Anyway, this intoxicated man demanded payment for his services. He asked for 1000 rupees to move the body into the mortuary and later retrieve it. The real challenge began when we tried to move the body with this drunk man. Just the two of us, plus him, had to handle a body soaked in blood from the accident. The bleeding hadn’t stopped. With great difficulty, my brother and I managed to move the body into the mortuary with his help. Then the hospital staff told us to wait for the police.

He said they had already informed the police but suggested we contact them directly to speed up the process. He also mentioned that the autopsy hospital had a 4 PM cutoff and if we were late, the autopsy would be postponed until the next day. He warned that if we arrived after the cutoff, there might not be mortuary space available for the night. Now we had to decide whether to proceed with the autopsy that day or wait until the following day.

It was already 1 PM, leaving us just three hours to complete the police paperwork and reach the other hospital. The police finally arrived around 3 PM. They asked the intoxicated man to remove the body from the mortuary. He again requested our help, which we reluctantly provided. As we placed the body on the floor, blood gushed out everywhere. This is clearly a job for trained professionals, not family members. Despite the mess, we managed to position the body on the bare floor while the police questioned the intoxicated man about the body’s condition.

I was astonished to see the police officers didn’t even examine the body. They sat about 20 meters away, conversing with the intoxicated man. The officer recorded the man’s description of the body: fair complexion, a jaw injury, a scratch above the eyebrow, and the clothing color. Meanwhile, we were tasked with arranging an ambulance to transport the body to the other hospital. It’s unbelievable that such a large hospital lacked an ambulance, or perhaps they were unwilling to provide one. We were directed to contact private ambulance services.

We found a vehicle with “ambulance” written on it, but it wasn’t a real ambulance. The seating arrangement was the only difference from a regular car. The person helping us find an ambulance warned me that these ambulance drivers often charge extra and that I might need to negotiate. It was heartbreaking to realize that even in death, corruption and bargaining were involved. Overwhelmed, I simply asked him to find an ambulance. The police then demanded a special packing material that was sold outside. Neither the police nor the hospital had any.

We found the required packing material at a nearby store. It was a large plastic bag with the Uttar Pradesh Police logo. With the drunken man’s assistance, we placed the body in the bag and sealed it properly using wax and a hospital logo. We managed to leave BHU around 3:20 PM, giving us only 20 minutes to reach the other hospital. We arrived just in time and handed over the body, waiting outside. To my astonishment, the body was returned to us within 45 minutes. I’ve always questioned how such a complex procedure could be completed so quickly.

It appears they simply opened the body cavity and closed it without performing any actual procedures. They probably copied the information directly from the police report, which was inaccurate as it was dictated by the intoxicated man, not the police themselves. The body was returned to us, and we cremated it that evening. My uncle’s family went to their ancestral village for post-cremation rituals and later returned to Varanasi to obtain the death certificate after two weeks.

Typically, death and birth certificates are issued by the municipality. We contacted the municipality, and they requested a police report. At the police station, we were informed that the report was under process and would take at least a week to complete. They suggested finding the specific officer who created the report. After locating the officer, we were told that police reports are confidential and not shared with families. We could apply for a certified copy once the report was submitted to the police commissioner’s office. As an alternative, the officer offered to provide an unofficial, unsealed copy, which he claimed would suffice for the municipality.

We asked the municipality official for the non-official police report. We returned to the police officer and witnessed him making a phone call to another officer on speakerphone. The other officer agreed to prepare the report if we “took care” of him, a clear request for a bribe. It was unimaginable to be extorted in such a manner while grieving a loss.

By this time, we already knew someone who could help us, but we decided to try another option. We contacted someone at a larger police station’s communication department, who agreed to provide the report. We were told to return the next day to collect it. When we arrived, the officer openly asked for a bribe. He was young, probably around 27 or 28, and demanded whatever we could give him. My cousin offered the only cash he had, 200 rupees, but the officer insisted on more.

After a few minutes of negotiation, he handed us the report, and we left without further conversation. So, he did demand a bribe but ultimately received nothing. We obtained the certificate, but the ordeal was far from over. We later discovered a misspelling of my uncle’s name on the report, rendering it useless. The next day, we visited the municipality office, where we were informed that due to the involvement of the police and BHU, the death certificate would be issued by BHU, not the municipality.

We contacted the BHU office the next day to explain the name misspelling issue. The officer stated that it didn’t matter and they would use the name from the ID card, not the police report. This was a relief. We filled out the required form and submitted it. Inquiring about the processing time, we received a surprising response. The officer mentioned it could take a week if the government website was functioning correctly, but it might take one to two months if the website was down. When we asked about the website’s reliability, he explained that it often experienced technical difficulties, hindering certificate generation.

I was astonished that while India boasts of widespread smartphone usage, 5G internet, and globally renowned tech professionals, our government websites are dysfunctional. Eventually, we navigated the university bureaucracy and obtained the certificate within three days.

Comparing these two cases, we find starkly contrasting situations: one involving a yet-to-be-born child and the other a deceased individual. Multiple institutions were implicated: a state-run hospital for the caesarean section, a central government hospital like BHU, another state-run hospital for the autopsy, state police, and a private ambulance service. The common thread throughout this ordeal was corruption at every step. One life was adversely affected before birth, while the other continued to grapple with its consequences even in death.

Everyone in India experiences corruption at some level, but people seem desensitized to it. One of India’s most significant problems is poverty, primarily caused by corruption and overpopulation. I believe poverty could be eradicated within a few decades if corruption were eliminated. I once met an American working for the World Bank in Bangladesh who had just completed a ten-year project there. He was visiting India on vacation before returning home.

He told me that the World Bank provided substantial funds for road construction in Bangladesh, but corruption prevented the completion of even a single project. He explained that projects were intentionally delayed as a pretext to request more money. Consequently, projects were perpetually delayed, and no one benefited. He admitted to not completing a single project in his ten-year career. India also faced similar issues under previous governments, but there seems to be improvement under Prime Minister Modi. While hopeful about Modi’s leadership, I recognize the challenge of tackling corruption. His reputation makes him a target for opposition, even to his positive initiatives. It’s essential for everyone to prioritize the fight against corruption if India and its people are to realize their full potential.

Quality medicines at affordable prices

सितम्बर २१०६ में मैंने एक लेख था कुंदन के किडनी ट्रांसप्लांट के बारे में जिसमे इस बात का भी जिक्र किया था की कैसे ट्रांसप्लांट होने के बाद उसका दवा का खर्च लगभग 12,000 प्रति महीना है जो की कुंदन जैसे विद्यार्थी जिसका परिवार गरीबी रेखा से नीचे वाले वर्ग से आता है उसके लिए लगभग लगभग नामुमकिन सा था. शुरू के कुछ महीनो तक तो किसी तरह उसके दवा के खर्च का व्यवस्था हो गया लेकिन एक समय के बाद नहीं हो पा रहा था. कुंदन भी अपने परिवार पर दबाव नहीं बनाना चाहता था क्योकि उसको अच्छी तरह से मालूम था की पिता जी के पास भी अब कुछ बचा नहीं है. घर पर जो थोड़ा बहुत खेती की जमीन बिक गयी इलाज के दौरान और उसके ऊपर से दूसरे लोगों से कर्ज लेना पड़ा अलग. इस वजह से कुंदन अपने दवा में कटौती करने लगा, दो दवा बहुत ज्यादा जरूरी थी उसकी को खरीदता था बाकी नहीं लेता था जो की उसके लिए बहुत बड़ी परेशानी को दावत देने के सामान था.

उसको डॉक्टर शुरू में हर महीने हॉस्पिटल बुलाये थे जो की बाद में हर तीन महीने में एक बार कर दिया गया लेकिन पिछले 6 महीने से वो दिल्ली भी नहीं गया था क्योकि दिल्ली जाने तक का पैसा नहीं था. इस बीच वो इतना परेशान हो गया था की मेरे पास कई बार आया और बोला की कोई पार्ट टाइम नौकरी दिलवा दीजिये। कुंदन बहुत मेधावी छात्र है और पढ़ना चाहता है लेकिन पढाई और काम दोनों एक साथ नहीं कर सकता। अगर पढ़ाई पर ध्यान लगाएगा तो काम नहीं कर पायेगा और अगर काम नहीं किया तो पैसे नहीं आएंगे दवा खरीदने के लिए. और अगर काम करता है तो पढ़ाई नहीं कर सकता। दूसरी बहुत बड़ी दिक्कत ये की शारीरिक श्रम वाला काम नहीं कर सकता क्योकि किडनी ट्रांसप्लांट होने के बाद डॉक्टर मना कर चुके है. इसलिए हमसे बोला की अगर रात का भी 4 -5 घंटे का काम मिल जाए तो कर लेगा ताकि दिन में क्लास जा सके. मुझे कुछ समझ में ना रहा था की कहाँ भेजे उसे, कैसे उसका मदद कर सकें।

इसी बीच हमको एक ख्याल आया भारत सरकार की एक नयी स्कीम के बारे में जिसका नाम है प्रधानमंत्री जन औषधि केंद्र। इसको नरेंद्र मोदी जी ने शुरू करवाया था और कई बार उनको इस बारे में बात करते सुने थे. बस केवल इतना पता था की यहाँ गंभीर रोगों में लगने वाली दवाएं जो की बहुत महँगी होती है सस्ते दाम पर मिलती है लेकिन कभी किसी जन औषधि केंद्र पर व्यक्तिगत रूप न ही गए थे न ही किसी को जानते थे जो की वहां से दवा खरीदता हो. खैर, हम कुंदन को बोले नौकरी के सोचते हैं लेकिन इधर बीच एक बार जन औषधि केंद्र पर जा के अपने दवा का दाम पता करो. शुरू में कुंदन थोड़ा असहज लगा, बोला की वो जहाँ से दवा लेता है वो लोग भी उसको छूट देते हैं और उसके बाद उसकी दवा 12,000 की पड़ती है, बहुत होगा तो जन औषधि केन्द्र् से उसको 2,000 और सस्ती दवा मिल जाएगी, फिर भी वो 10,000 रुपया महीने का दवा नहीं खरीद सकता।

शुरू में लगभग एक हफ्ते नहीं गया वो लेकिन जब गया तो उसको विश्वास नहीं हुआ की जो दवा वो 3,000  खरीदता था वो उसको जन औषधि केंद्र में मात्र 142 (मात्र एक सौ बयालीस ) रूपये में मिली। उसको विश्वास नहीं हो रहा था तो वो तुरंत अपने डॉक्टर को गंगा राम हॉस्पिटल दिल्ली फ़ोन किया और उनको दवा का नाम और सब कुछ बताया और वो भी बोले के बिंदास हो कर खरीदो, कोई फर्क नहीं है. कुंदन वो दवा खरीदा और सीधा मेरे पास आया बिल ले के. इतना ज्यादा उत्साहित और खुश लग रहा था की बयां नहीं किया जा सकता, हमको बिल दिखाया और बोला की चूँकि उसका काफी बचत हुआ है इसलिए अब वो अगले एक सप्ताह में ही दिल्ली भी जाएगा डॉक्टर से मिलने क्योकि पिछले 6 महीने से नहीं जा पाया था. लेकिन एक दिक़्क़त ये हुई की कुंदन को उसकी सारी दवा नहीं मिल पायी।

कुंदन की दवा का बिल

दुकानदार बोला की चूँकि बनारस में अबतक किडनी ट्रांसप्लांट की सुविधा किसी हॉस्पिटल में नहीं है इसलिए यहाँ कोई ट्रांसप्लांट से सम्बंधित दवा नहीं मंगाता। शुरू में वो लोग मंगवाते थे लेकिन डिमांड नहीं के बराबर होने के कारण उनको दवा वापस करना पड जा रहा था. इसलिए बाकी की दवाएं उसको या तो लखनऊ या दिल्ली में मिलेंगी। वो दवा की पूरी लिस्ट देखा और बोला की ये सारी दवाएं लगभग 3 से 4,000 रूपये महीने में मिल जाएंगी जो की बहुत बड़ी बचत होगी। लेकिन हार्ट, कैंसर और बाकी असाध्य रोगों की सारी महंगी दवाएं उसके दूकान पर बाजार से 3 से 4 गुना काम दाम में उपलब्ध थी. जो दवाएं जन औषधि केंद्र से सरकार उपलब्ध करवा रही है उसमे और मार्किट में बिकने वाली दवाओं में केवल इतना अंतर है की जन औषधि केंद्र वाली दवाएं जेनेरिक दवाएं है. दवा वही होती है बस कंपनी का नाम अलग होगा और दूसरा कोई अंतर नहीं।

आमिर खान एक शो आता था स्टार टीवी पर जिसका नाम था सत्य मेव जयते, याद है? उसका एक एपिसोड इसी विषय पर था की कैसे डॉक्टरों और दवा बनाने वाली कंपनियों की मिलीभगत से महँगी दवा बेचने के खेल चल रहा है. बड़ी बड़ी कम्पनिया डॉक्टरों को मोटा कमीशन देकर अपने कंपनी की दवा लिखवाते है जिसका भुगतान असल में ग्राहक ही करता है. उस एपिसोड के बाद याद होगा आप को की कितना बवाल हुआ था, डॉक्टर लोग कोर्ट तक चले गए थे. खैर, ये खेल किसी से छुपा नहीं है, सब लोग जानते हैं इसके बारे में. लेकिन अब इसका इलाज प्रधानमंत्री जन औषधि केंद्र के जरिये संभव हुआ है. मेरा ये लेख लिखने के पीछे केवल एक ही मकसद था की जो लोग पैसे की तंगी के कारण इलाज वहां नहीं कर सकते वो इस सुविधा का बिना हिचक इस्तेमाल करें। जेनेरिक दवाओं के बारे में अधिक जानकारी के लिए सत्य मेव जयते का एपिसोड शेयर कर रहे हैं, पूरा देखिये और तस्सली मिले तो इस सुविधा का लाभ उठाइये। ये सुविधा शुरू कराने के लिए मोदी जी का ह्रदय से धन्यवाद, ये गरीबों की बहुत मदद करेगी।

 

Requirement to become a Police in UP?

What kind of Police do we all want- honest, educated, helping and polite, right? But when we think about Indian police, UP police for sure, the first thing we think about them is their cruelty, corruption, no sentiments for people and no politeness at all. I don’t know any person who would ever like to go to the Police station because of their such qualities. In fact nobody has any faith in them. There is no work done at any Police station without taking bribe. Even if someone wants to register a complaint they have to pay a bribe. I read so many articles in the news paper when media reports about how they do not even register the complaints for even serious crimes like rape or murder.

It happens all the time and everyone is very well aware of it but it has become so much part of the system that people expect for such kind of behavior by Police. The only thing UP Police is expert in is how to torture people and loot their money. I think the biggest reason behind it is bad governance and this is the reason why the condition of UP Police is getting worse and worse everyday. There are two political parties which have been ruling the state of Uttar Pradesh for long time. One of them is Bahujan Samaj Party and the other one is Samajwadi Party. Bahujan Samaj Party does the caste based politics all the time but policing is better during their time. They are good in controlling the criminals but no difference when it comes to control the Police.

Samajwadi Party is the worse political party ruling the state of UP in my lifetime. They do the politics of religion and caste both. During their times Muslims and Yadavs (a Hindu caste) can do anything they want. As soon as Samajwai Party comes in power they immediately put only Yadavs and Muslims on all of the higher rank jobs in the state does not matter whether they deserve it or not. They also recruit a lot of Police but they are also either Yadav or Muslims. They do all these things only to get attention of their vote bank which is enough to keep them in power. Police reform is a very big issue and everyone wants to see honest and helping police and I think it will be the biggest gift for us if anyone can make it possible.

But it seems like these political parties like Samajwadi Party want to make the situation worse. Its impossible to believe but the Chief Minsiter of Uttar Pradesh Mr. Akhilesh Yadav announced that there won’t be any written exams for Police recruitment in the state. He believes that only physical test along with the marks in tenth and twelfth class is enough. I was shocked to hear it. I believe that whatever Police does is because of political pressure and their training but still education is needed. And the situation becomes more horrible when a government like Samajwadi Party makes such announcement which is known for allowing cheating in the exams. The whole of nation knows how the percentage of students passing the tenth and twelfth grade exams increase dramatically as soon as they come in power.

In fact a lot of people from other states come to UP to pass tenth and twelfth grade exams during the Samajwadi Party rule because cheating happens openly and it is also very common practice that students won’t even participate in the exams, they just give some money to the school or the teachers and they will arrange someone to write the exam for them. One of my friends who was living in Mumbai literally came to Varanasi to pass tenth grade exams because he tried it three times but not succeed but now when he heard that Samajwadi Party is back in power, he came to UP and got his tenth grade certificate. In his case he went for the first two tests but then the teachers came to him saying that why he tortures his fingers and mind by writing the paper, they had another option of having someone else write his papers for a few hundred rupees.

He liked this idea, just gave some money to the teacher and was sitting at home watching TV and passed the exams. UP government wants to recruit Police on the basis of merit and I wonder what does merit mean if everyone is openly cheating the exams??? It scares me to think what will happen in future when we will have such uneducated Policemen? The situation is already horrible but future seems more dark. I still remember when I was talking with a friend who is a Policeman in The Netherlands and he said that the general impression of Police in his country is that Police is friend but here they are already our enemy. I think that an educated enemy is thousand time better than an uneducated enemy and its very sad UP government wants to create a whole force of uneducated enemies to torture us.

I think if they want to solve the problems then they should better end the system of interviews because that is the place where major corruption starts. The people wanting a job in the Police have to bribe the officers taking their interview and if they get a job after bribing a huge amount of money then they will be needing it back as well. And who will repay it? We the regular people ! I don’t have any hope from people like Mayawati, Mulayam Singh Yadav or Akhilesh Yadav who have been ruling the state for long time. The only way to get some relief is by kicking them off the power completely but it seems very very hard because of the vote bank politics. Muslims and Yadav will still vote for Samajwaadi Party and all people coming from lower castes will still vote for Mayawati does not matter if they can bring any change in their lives. But I never loose hope, I still hope that people of UP will not forget corrupt and communal governance of Samajwaadi Party and will throw them out of power in the next elections of 2017. Jai Hind.

Amarnath Yatra 2013

Indian Army welcomes the Yatris

I first tried to visit Amarnath in 2010 but could not, as the police stopped us from entering the Kashmir Valley, saying the weather was bad and driving in the high mountains was impossible. Later, we learned the real problem was locals from Anantnag and the Kashmir Valley attacking pilgrims. We were shocked and saddened to hear that we were not allowed to travel freely in our own country and that people from our own land hated us. After that incident, I promised myself not to go to Kashmir until the India-Pakistan and Kashmir issue were resolved. But the very next year, I took a road trip to Leh via the Kashmir Valley, talked with people, and learned a lot.

Indian Army welcomes the Yatris

Viccky, Chintu, Driver and I (Left to right)

That experience changed my view and motivated me to plan another trip to better understand the people living there, their issues, and problems. My friends were planning a trip to Amarnath this June, and I immediately joined with excitement and hope to learn and experience more of Kashmir. The Supreme Court of India was very strict about the number of visitors and their health conditions. It mandated health checkups and proper registration for every pilgrim, because more than 250 people had died during the Yatra in 2012. Due to ecological concerns about the Amarnath glacier, the court also limited daily visitors to 7,500.

Baltal Basecamp

We registered and underwent health checkups in Varanasi. The process was maddening, filled with bureaucracy and typical government officer behavior. The health check included three tests: a general blood test, an orthopedic test, and a rather mysterious naked body examination. I call it mysterious because the doctor never explained why he needed to see me naked. Anyway, the blood test was fine, but the orthopedic doctor was so busy on his phone that he just stamped the certificate without a proper checkup.

Baltal Basecamp

Rates for tents

The naked body test was quite funny. People of all ages came out of the doctor’s room laughing or frustrated. My experience was similar. The doctor asked me to stand ten meters away, take off my pants, and cough. When I asked what it was for, he angrily told me to do it without explanation. I guess it was to check for hernia. After getting the health certificate, we went to the Punjab National Bank, authorized by the Amarnath Shrine Board, to complete the registration by paying Rs. 30. We wanted to start the Yatra from Pahalgam checkpoint but it was already full for several days, so we got permission from Baltal, the alternative. Most people prefer Pahalgam because the route to Amarnath cave from Baltal is very steep. We started our journey from Varanasi by train to Jammu and stayed overnight to rest after the 28-hour trip. We planned to reach Baltal base camp the next day.

Rates for tents

Beautiful nature

There was heavy presence of police and army throughout Jammu and Kashmir—quite normal there. We were stopped multiple times on the way to Baltal, had to show our registration certificates and bags checked. Nearing the base camp, our vehicle was stopped at an Army camp along with around 200 others. Nobody knew why we were delayed. Finally, a polite Army man explained that locals from Anantnag were attacking pilgrims’ vehicles, so additional security was needed. After two hours, the fleet was allowed to continue, guarded by the Indian Army until we passed the sensitive area.

River

Pilgrims on the way to the Holy cave

We were stopped again about 70 km from base camp and spent the night at another Army camp, where a huge langar was set up by someone from Lucknow. They provided free food, hot water, blankets, and other services for pilgrims. I was impressed by the kindness even though I didn’t eat because the line was long. We rented a small tent for Rs. 700 and spent the night, wary of the 4–5 restrooms for some 5,000 people. We left early the next morning.

Pilgrims on the way to the Holy cave

I near to the Holy cave

We arrived at Baltal around 8 AM intending to start trekking immediately, but our registration was valid only from July 3rd, and we arrived on the 1st. Though others said the date didn’t matter as long as you had a registration certificate, all court orders were strict and rules followed strictly this year. Our attempts to get permission to start early failed, so we looked for langar accommodation nearby, luckily finding one run by someone from Varanasi. The langar offered us free sleeping arrangements, hot food, hot water, and clean private washrooms—a great relief. We spent the day exploring langars, meeting people, and tasting various foods.

I near to the Holy cave

Super crowded near the cave

The next morning, two of our heavier friends had difficulties walking in the high altitude. They opted for helicopter services to reduce the journey by 6 km, which I had never tried before and decided to join. At 7 AM, we arrived at the helicopter station, but the ticketing process was chaotic and took 7 hours since the staff used registers and no computers. Finally, we boarded a short 7–8 minute helicopter ride to Panchtarni, 6 km past the cave on the other side (toward Pahalgam).

Super crowded near the cave

The walk to the cave was steep and the large number of ponies competing for passage was overwhelming. Many ponies caused dust and dirt, which somewhat ruined the experience, but the nature—the clean rivers, waterfalls, mountains, snow, green valleys, and lakes—was magnificent. I walked through snow in several places along the route. At the cave, the line was huge—I waited about 3 hours to get inside. People in line talked about the holy pigeons, some saying the real holy pigeon is white, others that they are always paired. I saw at least 10 pigeons.

The black is not clay, its dirty snow

Security everywhere

I was excited to see the Shivalingam, but initially couldn’t spot it due to the snow inside the cave. Others pointed out a 4-foot tall piece of snow as the lingam, with other pieces representing Ganesha and Parvati. I paid my respect and left the cave. During the continuous rain and without shoes or food since morning, I felt dizzy and confused with symptoms of hypothermia—something new for me.

Beautiful nature

Inside a langar

I found a langar offering hot kheer, which felt like heaven. I felt better after eating. We decided to leave the cave area and walk back as far as possible. Our plan to reach Seshnag by night failed as the Indian Army closed the Panchtarni exit by 7 PM. We rented a tent and spent the night there. The next day, we walked back and reached Seshnag by noon. Although we could have gone faster, we took our time to enjoy nature and converse with people.

Snow everywhere

Three of us stayed overnight in Seshnag while the rest proceeded to Pahalgam, arriving by evening. A family friend, Mr. Amarpal Sharma, a member of the UP State Assembly, runs a langar at Seshnag where we stayed comfortably with private tents and washrooms. I wanted to visit Seshnag Lake, but though many stop to rest, few actually go near it. When we did, we experienced hostility—the few locals there started throwing stones and hurling abuses, some even exposing themselves to provoke us. These were mostly pony owners who make their living by renting out ponies to pilgrims. Similar or worse behavior was noticed elsewhere in the valley.

HImalayas

A dead pony in the lake

The environment suffers badly due to a lack of regulations. Snow turned black along the entire route from pollution, and camps discharged sewage and waste directly into rivers and ponds. Sheshnag had 100–200 camps with an estimated 4,000–5,000 people daily, all contributing to pollution. Locals said that 10–15 years ago, when pilgrimage numbers were lower, they used lake water for drinking but now avoid it due to contamination. This dire lack of waste management is seen across all pilgrims’ camps, a sad sign for such a sacred place.

A dead ponny in the lake

It only looks clean, it has sewage in it

The camp owners share our concern and have sought government help, but none has come. Without action, the glaciers may not survive long—and without them, Amarnath itself cannot exist, as the lingam is made of snow.

HImalayas

Indian Army temple

For me, the greatest human feeling is harmony with those around us, and the worst is disharmony or hatred. Despite multiple visits to Kashmir, this was my first to Amarnath. I have realized the people of Kashmir generally dislike outsiders. Various groups have different demands—some want to join Pakistan, some seek independence, others dislike non-Muslim pilgrims, and some aim to convert others to Islam.

Sheshnag Lake

Water everywhere

This movement is so strong there’s little space for outsiders; they hate visitors. I could not enjoy because locals avoided interaction unless to sell or beg for cigarettes or candy. Poverty in Kashmir is severe; groups beg for chewing gum if you chew it, or ask for food from pilgrim camps. Otherwise, they have no interest in outsiders. If social harmony could be established, the valley’s fortunes might change in just one tourist season.

It only looks clean, it has sewage in it

A waterfall

Kashmir is a paradise for Indians, but my experience makes not many recommend or return. Tourism could bring huge income, solving many problems, but bad perceptions spread by militants and locals hinder respect for tourists. This is unfortunate, and Kashmir must overcome it or remain poor, violent, illiterate, and unstable for many years. The great poet Amir Khusro described Kashmir’s beauty thus:
“Agar firdaus bar ru-ye zamin ast, Hamin ast o hamin ast o hamin ast.”
(“If there is a paradise on earth, it is this, it is this, it is this.”). Despite all, nature was beautiful, and the experience was once in a lifetime. I hope someday there will be peace and prosperity in Kashmir, and people will be proud of their Indian identity, like citizens everywhere.

Bharat Mata ki Jai, भारत माता की जय

Bharat Mata ki Jai, भारत माता की जय

Europe visa approved

Finding any category of visa to any developed nation has always been a huge problem for us Indians. In fact once I had applied for an American tourist visa and it was also denied because they thought that my economical relations with India was not strong enough to prove that I will be coming back after the trip and it happened only 2-3 years ago. This time I got an opportunity to visit Europe. I was invited to Hungary by a friend of mine, Attila, who started an education program for poor kids in Varanasi with my help. Other than Hungary Attila had planned a trip to Slovakia and Austria as well. I did not need to get separate visa for all three different countries because they are all part of Schengen countries and only one visa for Schengen area was enough for me.

I had so many invitation letters sent by my American friends when they wanted to invite me to the US and all of those letters were written on just plain paper but they had provided their residence and income proof with a covering letter stating that they will be taking care of me while I will be in the US but still my visa was denied. Attila did something different. He went to concerned government office in Budapest and wrote an invitation letter through them and sent it to me. The letter looked very professional, it had signature of Attila and some government officer. Other than this it had some basic information about Attila and me also.

I went to Delhi with all the supporting documents, in fact I carried whatever I had. All the certificates, residence proof, income proof and other documents. Now Hungarian embassy also works with VFS for visa document verification which was not the case only until a few months ago. So I went to VFS office instead of Hungarian embassy to apply for my visa. It was kind of confusing place but luckily I found it. The office was located at International Business Center next to Nehru Place metro station. This building had several different VFS offices working for different countries.

For popular destinations they had different rooms but for a place like Hungary, France, Italy, Switzerland they had only different counters in one room. I went to the counter for Hungary and as I was expecting there were not many people in the line because not many people go to Hungary. In fact Hungarian counter was working for France:) Anyways, the staffs were helpful. They checked all of my documents, charged me the visa fee, VFS service fee and that’s all. But they did not have any information about when I will be called for the interview. They just asked me to go back to Varanasi and wait for the phone call.

I asked him to just to give me a clue and said that it was jut not possible at all for him to make any guess. It could take any time up to 15 days. I decided to stay somewhere close to Delhi hence went traveling to Haridwar, Rishikesh and Dehradoon. I was expecting to get a call within next two-three days because Hungarian embassy doesn’t process so many visa applications. But I was not right at all, they called me on the 6th day after applying and asked me to come to the Hungarian embassy a week after which was on the 12 day after applying for visa.

Another interesting thing was that they asked me to bring the evidence of contract which I did not understand. They were asking me to bring photographs of Attila working with me, traveling in India, doing anything…they just wanted to see the proof of my relations with him. I had so many pics so that was not an issue at all. I returned back to Varanasi stayed here for a few days and then went back to Delhi again for interview. I arrived at the embassy on time but the counselor was late by 20 minutes. The counselor was just like the counselor I had met at the American embassy two years ago- she was nothing but a robot.

She would ask me questions and write about it on a piece of paper, then ask another questions, that’s all. She asked me for the pics but did not even look at it. It seemed like she was the busiest person in the world. She just did not want to talk with me. haha. To be honest American counselor was more like trying to read my mind, he was playing with my answer but this lady was only interested in asking questions and writing down my answers. Her questions were very interesting. The best one I liked was if I knew the last name of Attila and his wife. Luckily I knew their last name so it was no problem. After all these questions she showed interest in keeping my original documents for verification.

She took my income tax return document along with tour guide training certificate. She told me that I will be informed once they have made any decision. I got a call by VFS after a week or so that my passport was ready at the VFS center in New Delhi. But I was already in Varanasi by this time so sent an authorization letter to my brother to collect the passport on my behalf. He collected the passport and saw that visa was approved. They issued visa for Schengen countries which meant visa for 26 countries. Nothing was so complicated but I won’t say that anything was easy at all.

I had to go to Delhi at first and then nobody knew how long would it take for interview after applying for visa at the VFS, I was just wandering around here and there spending all of my money, and when they called me for the interview it was after a week. Anyways, I am not really upset with anything but I think such things could be easily avoided if they want. They just need to book an appointment right away for the interview or take maximum of one day because the passport and application is sent the same day to the embassy from VFS office. If they could have informed me the date of the interview even the next day then I would have saved at least Rs. 25,000 which I spent just traveling here and there near to Delhi.

Interview with Mr. Rajendra Singh

I had the privilege of interviewing Mr. Rajendra Singh, a renowned water conservationist often referred to as the Waterman of Rajasthan. He is one of the distinguished members of the National River Ganga Basin Authority (NRGBA), the apex body formed by the Government of India to oversee policies and programs for the rejuvenation of the Ganga. I met him during my visit to his NGO, Tarun Bharat Sangh, where I was undergoing training on the ecology of rivers, with a special focus on the Ganga.

Mr. Singh is widely celebrated for his pioneering work in reviving several rivers in Rajasthan through traditional water harvesting techniques, most notably the construction of small check dams called Johads. His grassroots approach has transformed arid regions, restored groundwater levels, and brought entire river systems back to life. Over the decades, his efforts have influenced water conservation projects across India and inspired policies on community-led river management.

During my time with him, I recorded two interviews. The first focused on his critical perspective on why the Ganga Action Plan, launched in the 1980s, turned out to be a complete failure. The second explored his thoughts on the ongoing work of the National River Ganga Basin Authority, where he emphasized the importance of genuine community involvement, scientific planning, and strong political will. It was a truly enriching experience, and I felt honored to document his insights on issues that are central to the future of India’s rivers.

Rajendra Singh talking about the complete failure of Ganga Action Plan-

2nd interview of Mr. Singh where he talks about the National River Ganga Basin Authority-

Interview with Arun Pathak

The Politician Who Protests with His Life

Arun Pathak is a politician and social worker from Varanasi, known worldwide for his extreme style of protest—even resorting to suicide attempts. His protest against the film Water in the year 2000 brought him global attention. I’d heard about him for years, had seen him in my neighborhood, and had read about him in newspapers and magazines countless times. But I finally had the chance to meet him last year while working with Irene, a researcher from Italy.

Mr. Pathak addressing a public meeting

When Irene asked me to arrange a meeting with Mr. Pathak, I wasn’t sure I could do it. Arun Pathak had become a very powerful politician, and I thought he would be like any other Indian politician who doesn’t have time for people after elections. My impression of him, however, was completely wrong. I was able to arrange the meeting, and I was genuinely surprised by how helpful and welcoming he was. Irene and I interviewed him at least 20 times over two months, and he was always so gracious. He treated us very well and answered all our questions. I learned a great deal about him during those interviews.

Mr. Pathak with his security guards

I was truly surprised to hear his stories about his politics, protest style, and struggles. Mr. Pathak’s family was very poor. His father worked as a storekeeper at Jain Dharamshala in Varanasi, and Pathak said they often didn’t have enough money for two meals a day, going to bed on an empty stomach many times. He had to stop his studies and was sent to his uncle’s house in the village because his family couldn’t afford to send him to school.

Mr. Pathak at a meeting

He returned to Varanasi after only a few months because his uncle wasn’t nice to him either. Pathak finally enrolled in a municipal school, which were free but often considered a waste of time. When he was just 14, he went to a local shop and asked for a job because he wanted to earn some money to help his family. The shopkeeper laughed at him, saying he couldn’t employ a 14-year-old student. Arun Pathak explained that he only wanted a part-time job in the evenings.

Honored by Sankaracharya

After much pleading, the shopkeeper agreed to hire him. Pathak worked for one month, and when he received his first salary of only 30 rupees, he was so happy to share it with his family. But as he was walking home, a few bullies stopped him and took his money, forcing him to buy them alcohol. After drinking, they all went together and beat up his family. Mr. Pathak says his family was beaten because they couldn’t pay their apartment rent on time.

Mr. Pathak in 2002

At that time, a political party called Shiv Sena was very popular in India for its work with the youth. Shiv Sena has always been known as a right wing Hindu party. There was a rumor then that Shiv Sena was giving a pistol to all new members, and after hearing this, Mr. Pathak decided to join so he could get a pistol to kill the people who had beaten his family. Since it was just a rumor, he never received a pistol. But Mr. Pathak proudly says he found nuclear bombs instead of pistols in Shiv Sena.

Arrest

When he talks about nuclear bombs, he’s referring to the hardcore people of Shiv Sena. He says he had always been a leader, even in school, and after joining Shiv Sena, he once again became popular due to his leadership qualities. Many people in his party became his fans, ready to die or kill for him. He organized numerous programs under the banner of Shiv Sena and became very popular. After 11 years of hard work, he became the district chief of Shiv Sena in 2000.

Mr. Pathak’s priests

His protests were always massive and a topic of conversation in society. His protests against the films Water, Girlfriend, and Chori-Chori Chupke-Chupke were talked about all over the world. Shiv Sena has always protested against Valentine’s Day celebrations in India, and he also organized huge protests against the festival in Varanasi. His protests against liquor stores, corruption, and several other issues also gained immense popularity. Soon, Mr. Pathak became a major name throughout India.

Hunger strike

Mr. Pathak has always been known for his extreme methods. He has consumed poison five times to protest. Once, he cut the veins in his right hand after being stopped from entering a temple. When I asked him why he did such things, he laughed and said, “Nobody listens to the poor. If you are poor and powerless, this is what you do to make people listen to you.” He proudly says that he is the inventor of staging suicide as a form of protest.

I had read many articles claiming the substance he consumed wasn’t actually poison. When I asked Mr. Pathak about it, he showed me his palm, which sweats all the time. He said his body developed this problem after he first consumed poison. He showed me his medical prescription, which states he can’t eat heavy or spicy food and must drink filtered water—all due to the effects of the poison he consumed so many times.

Distributing books in Mumbai

He says it wasn’t just him; others also consumed poison or tried to burn themselves at his request for a protest. After saying this, he called over one of his workers named Bulli. Bulli is 29 years old and consumed poison when he was only 14, to protest against the film Chor-Chori Chupke-Chupke. I asked Bulli several times when I met him alone why he did it, and each time his answer was the same: he did not know. He always says, “Mr. Pathak asked me to, so I did it.” I asked him if he regretted it, and he replied, “Why would I regret it? It was Bhaiya’s (brother’s) order. He knows what’s best for me.”

at a school

I was shocked to hear this. How can one person have such control over another? The bigger shock is people’s unwavering belief in Mr. Pathak. He worked with Shiv Sena until 2003 and then left because he was unhappy with how the party was discriminating against certain communities. Shiv Sena was beating up and kicking North Indians out of Maharashtra, a situation that deeply hurt Mr. Pathak, and he decided to leave the party. He formed his own political party and ran it for four years. Finally, in 2007, he realized he needed a bigger platform to raise his voice and fight against major evils. He joined the Bahujan Samaj Party, which is known for working with lower-caste communities and fighting against corruption.

Attack

Again, due to his leadership qualities, he was appointed as a co-coordinator for two state assembly seats in Varanasi. During his tenure, he made the Bahujan Samaj Party very popular in Varanasi, where it had previously had no presence. For the past year, he has been somewhat away from politics, devoting his time entirely to social service and religion. He says he’s conducting research on the outcomes of religious practices. To do this, he has hired 11 priests who perform Vedic yagyas (rituals) every day.

distributing books to poor students

These yagyas and other rituals have been going on continuously since October 2010. He says he wants to reveal the truth to society. If there is no outcome from such practices, people should not waste their time. But if performing rituals truly works, they should be done correctly. He believes that rituals don’t seem helpful nowadays because they were created thousands of years ago and need to be changed to fit the times, and he wants to discover what that change should be.

offering food to poor

I have been to Mr. Pathak’s place several times, and every time, I see people coming to him for help. He makes some kind of donation almost every day. I’ve seen him offer food to people with leprosy, the blind, or the physically challenged. I’ve seen him pay school fees for poor students or buy them books. I’ve seen him pay for poor people’s weddings. I think he makes every possible kind of donation. He never wears a new piece of clothing until he has donated the same item to a few poor people. I still remember when he bought 12 tracksuits: 11 were donated to beggars on the street first, and only then did he wear one.

offering food to blinds

I have seen people following him everywhere; I’m sure he has thousands of fans in Varanasi alone. He’s like a star in Varanasi, always surrounded by a minimum of six security guards. He says there’s a threat to his life because so many people don’t like his popularity, so he needs security guards with him all the time. After saying this, he paused for a moment and said, “Can you imagine? I started working at the age of 14 because of my poor family background. My first salary was only 30 rupees, and now I have to spend a good amount of money just on my security.”

offering food to lepers

It is definitely a huge change for anyone, and Mr. Pathak certainly deserves it. I have now met Mr. Pathak several times, and I like him a lot. I admire his work style, his dedication, his understanding of society, and his incredibly helpful nature. I am sure I have become his fan and would love to see him progress in his life. I personally believe he is a thousand times better leader and politician than anyone I have ever met. Our society definitely needs people like him.

Union Carbide Gas Disaster, Bhopal

Union Carbide Gas Disaster

I recently visited Bhopal with my friend to explore the city and meet the NGOs still working on the Bhopal Gas Disaster that shook India in 1984. Before going, I had no idea about which organizations were active there, so I called my friend Nandlal Master from Lok Samiti in Varanasi. Nandlal is a well-known social activist, and he suggested I visit the Chingari Trust. He knew about it because the Trust awards women fighting against exploitative corporations, and five women from his own NGO in Varanasi had once been recognized by them. I assumed there would be several NGOs still working on the issue in Bhopal, but to my surprise, I learned that Chingari Trust was practically the only one consistently helping survivors on a large scale.

union carbide gas disaster

First Impressions

When I called, the Chingari Trust staff were warm and welcoming. They invited me to visit their office and rehabilitation center near the affected area. Initially, I expected a small office with a few staff members. But as soon as I entered, I was shocked—there were dozens of families, many of them with children born with physical and neurological disabilities caused by the gas tragedy and its after-effects. I saw nearly a hundred children, ranging from infants to teenagers, participating in physical therapy and rehabilitation programs. It was heartbreaking. Until then, I had assumed that only people directly exposed during the 1984 disaster were affected, but I discovered that children are still being born with disabilities due to lingering chemical contamination.

wall paintings around factory are

The Work of Chingari Trust

The work being done at Chingari Trust left a deep impression on me. The organization was founded by Rashida Bee and Champadevi Shukla, two women who themselves suffered from the gas tragedy. Rashida Bee even received a major international award of around Rs. 50 lakhs in San Francisco for her activism, and instead of keeping the money, she used it to establish Chingari Trust and donated the rest back to the cause. Their center provides physiotherapy, speech therapy, occupational therapy, and counseling to affected children free of cost. Despite their efforts, Rashida Bee told me they are struggling to meet the overwhelming demand and are now working on building a new hospital dedicated to survivors and their children.

families with the affected kids

Contaminated Water – The Ongoing Disaster

Later, I spoke to the IT coordinator at the Trust, who gave me a tour of the surrounding area. He explained that the tragedy didn’t end in 1984. The factory site continues to leak harmful chemicals into the groundwater, which thousands of nearby families still rely on. This contaminated water is directly linked to ongoing health problems and birth defects in the community. When we walked only ten minutes from the Trust’s office, I was shocked again. Families were living right across the road from the abandoned Union Carbide factory, now owned by Dow Chemicals. It looked like any other crowded Indian neighborhood, but beneath the surface, people were living with poisoned soil and water.

newpaper cuttings

Questions Without Answers

My American friend Lane, who was with me, pointed out that in the United States, factories dealing with such dangerous chemicals are usually built far from populated areas. It made me wonder: why did our government allow this factory to operate in the middle of a city in the first place? And even after the disaster, why didn’t they relocate residents to safer areas? It is impossible to avoid the conclusion that both Union Carbide (and now Dow Chemicals) and sections of the Indian government are equally responsible for the ongoing suffering. The politics and corporate influence behind this tragedy are undeniable, but the fact remains: thousands of innocent lives were destroyed and continue to be endangered. Accountability has been delayed for far too long.

Final Thoughts

My visit to Chingari Trust completely changed the way I understood the Bhopal Gas Disaster. This was not just an accident of the past; it is a living tragedy that still haunts the people of Bhopal every single day. Meeting Rashida Bee and seeing the resilience of affected families was deeply moving. The story of Bhopal is not only about corporate negligence, but also about government apathy. Until justice is served and proper rehabilitation is provided, the victims of Bhopal will continue to remind us of how dangerous unchecked industrial greed and weak governance can be.

really sad

he wsa trying to say something to me

Delhi Gay Pride 2010

Delhi Pride

Delhi celebrated its Gay Pride Parade this year on the 28th of November, and I was excited to attend it again. Until last year, the parade used to be held in June, but this year the date was shifted because Delhi gets unbearably hot during the summer. Honestly, I think it was a very sensible decision. This year’s parade was especially important to me because it was the first big pride event in Delhi after the decriminalization of Section 377. I really wanted to witness how people would react. I went with my friend Babu, and later my friend Ravikant, who happened to be in Delhi for some personal work, also joined us.

Delhi pride

Participants

I have already attended several pride parades in India, so nothing really surprised me anymore, but Babu and Ravi were completely shocked. They had no idea what to expect. The parade started at Barakhambha Road and ended at Jantar Mantar, which was about two hours of walking. When I reached Barakhambha, there were already a few hundred people gathered. Many were getting dressed up, others were distributing masks, pamphlets, and candies. One thing I have always noticed about Delhi Pride is that it has a good number of Hijra participants.

support

Demands

The parade was much bigger than last year and far more diverse. There were families, Hijras, students, members of the LGBT community, and straight allies. The event began with music, dancing, and slogans, and soon hundreds more joined in. The police were present in large numbers to manage traffic and ensure safety. The parade lasted nearly three hours and felt like a mix of modernity and tradition. Some people wore traditional attire, while others were dressed in a very modern way. What really stood out was the overwhelming support from students and young people, which gave the whole event a very energetic and hopeful vibe.

demands

Love

When we reached Jantar Mantar, there were speeches by social workers, organizers, and participants. A large organization called NAPM also joined this year and openly declared their support for the LGBT community. Since NAPM works on several important issues across India, their involvement could really bring meaningful change in society. This was personally encouraging for me because I have been planning to organize a pride parade in Varanasi, and NAPM’s support would make a huge difference. I already know one of their state conveners in Uttar Pradesh, Nandlal Master, and it was inspiring to see the organization get involved.

participants

Support

Many of the speeches focused on discrimination faced by the LGBT community. Some participants even came on stage wearing masks, but once they felt the support of the crowd, they removed their masks and proudly revealed their identities. They said the parade gave them confidence to no longer hide their sexuality. It was a very emotional and powerful moment. The event concluded with a candlelight gathering, which gave the whole day a beautiful ending. Afterwards, people were talking about post-pride parties happening across the city. Because the number of participants was larger this year, several different parties were organized at multiple locations, some paid and some free.

family

Definitely

I asked around and got a few different addresses, which clearly showed how big the event had become. I went home, got ready, and later headed to a club near Qutub Minar for one of the parties. However, only those who had received an official SMS invitation were being allowed entry. I explained to the security guard that I had come from Varanasi and had already been in touch with the organizers, but they still refused. Eventually, I met one of the organizers outside the club who arranged for me to be taken inside. The rooftop party was lively, with music, drinks, and food, though extremely expensive. A small beer that usually costs Rs. 50 in the market was being sold for Rs. 600, and even the cheapest whiskey shots cost the same. Still, we managed to enjoy ourselves. My friends, especially Ravikant, were shocked but also fascinated by the whole experience.

definitely

Participants

Suddenly, the police showed up and ordered the DJ to stop the music. In India, loud music at public places is not allowed after 10 PM, and the police were not ready to compromise. The organizers tried to negotiate, but nothing worked. The party was shut down and we were asked to leave immediately.I was a bit disappointed because post-pride parties are usually very different from regular parties and I enjoy them a lot, but this time I could not. Still, I have no regrets. I was happy that I got to attend the parade, experience the energy, and learn from it. It was a meaningful and memorable day.

I hope to attend Delhi Pride again next year.

love

Commonwealth Games 2010, New Delhi

The Commonwealth Games Mess in Delhi

India was so excited about the Commonwealth Games in New Delhi. We had been preparing for years, and the government kept making big promises: huge revenue, a boost in tourism, and international recognition. All of that could have been true — if we had organized the event properly. But because of corruption and mismanagement, the reality turned out to be the complete opposite. Instead of gains, we lost billions of rupees, tourism numbers actually fell, and India’s reputation suffered badly across the world.

I was always doubtful whether we were truly ready to host such a huge international event, and I had a feeling it was going to end badly. Sadly, I was right. Just days before the Games began, a newly constructed footbridge for visitors collapsed. How could this even happen? And then, instead of taking responsibility, Delhi Chief Minister Sheila Dixit casually remarked that “fortunately no foreigners were on the bridge when it collapsed.” What kind of logic is that? Does it mean the lives of Indians don’t matter? The government had originally announced that the budget for the Games would be around ₹16.2 billion ($365 million). By the end, the cost had skyrocketed to over ₹300 billion ($2.6 billion).

Where did all that money go? The answer is obvious: corruption. I am sure that officials and contractors involved in the Games pocketed most of it. The scandals were endless. Tickets were hoarded, waiting for international visitors to buy them, but when hardly anyone came, the organizers ended up distributing tickets for free to schoolchildren — just to make the stadiums look full. The Games Village, which was supposed to showcase India’s hospitality, became an international embarrassment. Reports came in that rooms had leaking roofs, broken beds, filthy toilets, stray dogs wandering around, and even cobra snakes found inside. What kind of preparation was this?

When I was doing my tour guide training in Gwalior last year, we were repeatedly told by professors and officials from the tourism ministry that the Commonwealth Games would bring a wave of tourists, and that’s why we needed to be prepared to work extra hard. In reality, not even the usual number of foreign tourists came. Global headlines were dominated by stories of corruption, poor facilities, collapsing structures, and weak security. Naturally, no one wanted to travel here for the Games.

The most shocking incident was when an Australian journalist managed to walk into the Games Village with a mock bomb in his bag — and nobody checked him. Can you imagine what could have happened if it had been real? That was the level of our security arrangements. The anger of the Indian public was clear when Suresh Kalmadi, the main organizer of the Games, was openly booed during the inauguration ceremony. That moment said it all — people were fed up.

I only hope the government learned its lesson from this disaster. Personally, I don’t think India should even think about hosting another mega-event like the Commonwealth Games in the near future. But then again, the real question remains: does our government ever learn from its mistakes?