viceman verses: 2012

THE FACTORY LOADED SOFTWARE

12/21/11 04:07:11 PM GMT

the words came out loud and clear from my television set:

“nayinte makkallu;

ontammmkku kottunnu.”

No; it was not that I was watching a porn movie in malayalam; on the contrary. the words were part of a running commentary on a football match for the santhosh trophy being telecast by the national channel of doordarshan.

again NO; it was not a stray comment caught accidentally – some one was directly speaking into the mike.

I was in agarthala then - in the north east india on the other side of bangladesh ( allar mekh de, paani de ! ). The tournament that year ( around 1991 - 92 ) was being held in kerala, if I remember correctly in cannanore - It has to be somewhere in north kerala for the catch phrase looses its sinister connotation once you move towards the southern part of kerala where it is a very innocuous word.

Feel bad about it ? That I am putting it in the public domain after all these years ! Dont worry; you go to the “officer” police and he can always arrange a dr. sujathan to declare that it is all signs of “mental unsoundness, HARBOURING jyothi”. mark the words - “harbouring” dr. S is a “genius”.

But there is a catch – it is possible that this episode of the telecast is still available with the doordarshan's archives.

But, again, you don't have to worry over that also – the higher judiciary of kerala state will see to it that any petition that i file to prove a point is never admitted – animal's like cheriyathe jyothi do not have legal rights. You can say anything about him or do anything to him with impunity – thank you judge.

I am an avid sports fan ( there was nothing much I could do there but watch and drool ) and real fond of football - yankee: soccer. And there was a reason - My school had a very good football team. you talk about bending like beckham and all now a days but I have seen it all, in those yonder years. Of course not exactly beckham but some thing akin to it.

In my school days a football match between L. B. College, my Alma Mater, and french school ( ecole de garzon ? ) was something like a hockey match between india and pakistan.

And what I remember most vividly was a free kick – I think it was jagannathan from the opposite side; the ball rising slowly from the midfield, curling in and sliding just under the cross bar into the net with our goal keeper, for once, reduced to a humble spectator. I still can feel the awe which I felt.

And tell you what; I have an aversion for cricket matches and the way it is being given priority on the national channel even cancelling news bullettins to accommodate the money spinner for doordarshan. I think rather than the charm of the game, the fact it is very commercially viable could be the one reason for its omnipresence in india.

What I am trying to impress on you is that I have been listening to live telecasts regularly; but I never had heard any thing any where close to the comment I have mentioned above, any other time I was listening to sports telecast, whether in english or hindi, or any other language for that matter – I can follow a couple of other indian languages as well.

That is a typical keralite for you - he is a slimy crook. it is the rule, not the exception. He ( or she for that matter ) cannot help it - it is built in; factory loaded - that is putting it in IT terminology.

To make him a sober person you have to tweak him. And there is a limit to which one can tweak a software.

You cannot change or upgrade the operating system – the machine is not compatible with an improved version. The poor chap is left with whatever has been preloaded.

For example you cannot run win xp on this computer on which I am working now - with a P III 700mHz processor and corresponding paraphernalia it cannot crunch the numbers. – I have got a licensed copy of win XP for which I have paid in hard cash with me but it is lying idle for my P IV system has been compromised.

Now how am I concerned about it ? Am I trying to improve the world or give moral lectures and all ? Not at all, I mind my own business; and even here I am doing exactly that.

the fact of the matter is that these are the type of characters I am forced to deal with in my day to day life now a days. I per force have to speak out. . . . . and i will.

. . . to be continued

see yaa . . . . . .

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12/26/11 11:44:20 AM GMT

LIVING ACCOMMODATION

that is me in front of my shack, a one room (outer diamensions 4mtr x 3mtr ) “apartment” with a single brick wall 4'' thick and one door and a small window. I have spent around 100,000 INR on this structure - that is a huge sum by my standards.

this is where I have been living for the lasts six months; life is miserable with no space even to turn around. the floor is earthen and the walls bare brick with the joints not even pointed and spilling cement on you; but beggars cannot be choosers. of course, things have improved since I moved in in june 2011. a varandah was added later on and the additional space made available that way is a real boon under the circumstances - I got the verandah cemented recently - that is a couple of weeks back.

The basic idea of building the shack was to tide over the period till the construction of the cloister was finished. After that it is not going to be of any use to me. however I do not intent to dismantle it for the amount that I can recover that way will be only a fraction of what has been spent - so rather let it be.

I would have loved to live in a proper house with at least minimum comforts, in a civilised way. and my experience is that one can easily manage a house on rental in thiruvananthapuram for 3000 INR per month. with the amount spent on the shack i could have stayed in a rented house with all facilities for more than two years and if at all the cloister was being constructed it would not by any standard taken that long.

so where was the need for this extremely expensive and rather wasteful construction ? by the way one of the strategies of my admirers over here is to exhaust all my money by hook or crook and make me a beggar - more about it in an ensuing blog.

I have accumulated a few things over a life time and all were, and still are, lying helter skelter in the open – they used to occupy a rather big house mostly two bed room types and obviously cannot be contained in the one room I have where I have to find sleeping space as well. The elements have done their share of damage and many of my things have been irreparably damaged or destroyed. this loss could also have not happened if I had got a house to stay.

then why the shack ?

and not a proper rented house !

well; It is not because there are no houses for rental available in thiruvananthpuram any more

The real reason is

the embargo

put in effect by the indian secret police;

the plain clothes thugs put “on duty” by the government

to force me to change my ways!

no one would dare hire out their house to me

even if i pay them five thousand per month.

the Shack however, has its own positive points,
i must say

first and foremost i got out of that "killing ground" i have been taken to in aluva, alive!
and for another thing, i am saving a few thousands on monthly rent (the four thousand i was paying for the "net" in kzh was the highest i have ever paid and in trivandrum it was mostly around 3000 per month) - a big relief for a fellow of my financial status
and together they make putting up with all the physical discomforts of my stay in the shack worth the while.

EKING OUT A LIVING

my sole source of income now a days is my pension which comes to 6500 INR per month - that is exactly half of what an unskilled labourer can earn as wages in a month. I matriculated in the first class ( I was the best out going student of my school that year ), I have a first class degree in life sciences ( there again I stood first in my class ); and in deed, I do have a degree in medicine. still I have been without a regular income for the last six years.

the reason ? ditto !

again, it is not that I am particular that I will take up only a particular type of job or

any such thing.

and here as well, the reason is

the embargo

being enforced by the indian gestapo ( it is a plainclothes policeman who calls himself cbi “officer” and his stooges from other spy networks of the government like the so called “special” (? pakkichi ) branch of the local police. motto “you show me the man; we will find the crime” ).

an interesting anomaly is that every one of the dozens of plain clothes thugs put on duty of “looking after” me, is drawing a salary at least four times my monthly income for the “duty” hse is performing. of course when “national security” is involved money spent cannot be allowed to cramp the style of the “officer” police.

And for that matter the “nunna sekharans” are doing an excellent job effectively preventing me from eking out a living, ensuring that my communications lines are intercepted and tampered with 24 x 7 and that I am denied all human company.

the local "gentry" the self-styled "intelligentsia" are enjoying the spectacle and joining in, jeering, gesturing, commenting – the indignation of the "righteous" !

MY ULTERIOR MOTIVES

I, for one, am not exactly enjoying the drama. I have ulterior motives - I am a “disorderly” person.

I am convinced there are enough rules in the law books to take care of this sort of situation – the party will be over in a jiffy, just like that and that wont be in the interests of the “eeeMans” ( eeeMan meaning “master” is the term ordinary mortals are supposed to use to address the “gentlemen”; for example “esSsai eeeMan” ). the eeeMans are acutely aware of the fact – that is why they never come out into the open and strictly restrict themselves to covert operations.

the job is entrusted to the secret police and not the regular police. these characters operate through proxy. my information is that every spy can appoint three locals as his kundans. the amount to be paid to these catamites is another source of income for the pakkichi police – their funds are not audited. the long and short of it is that once you get into the pakkichi police you can have a rollicking time; no risks involved.

all that is visible outside is the pBirds which announces to habitual offenders ( pullikall) like me by its frequent shrieks that the gestapo is in the near vicinity - the locals are told these are migratory birds.

that way the gestapo ensures that hse does not leave any trails and one has a problem there – a court will need evidence. well; thanks to the re-assurances of the intellectual giants of thiruvananthapuram, the spies have taken me for granted and in turn this has resulted in tell tale evidence landing up in my hands.

obviously there has to be records for these sort of activities, and whether you call it "protection" duty or harassment duty is immaterial even the indian gestapo cannot afford to deny what is going on on ground in an affidavit filed before a court of law. and that way the very admission of my petition in a court of law will sound the death knell of this indian edition of the gestapo. ( it is a plainclothes policeman who calls himself cbi “officer” and his stooges from other spy networks of the government like the so called “special” (? pakkichi ) branch of the local police. motto “you show me the man; we will find the crime” )

The result is that decisions in my case are being forced to be made in the privacy of the chamber without hearing me - that is injustice and not justice.

all the same, I have not given up hope; the final word has not yet been said and rest assured I am going to try again. all that i require is a hearing in an open court - that is not too much of an ask. and yes, I have to hurry

could be this time I might find some one bold enough to take on the might of the indian secret police !

– be on the look out for epoch making events.

see Yaaa . . . ….

and rest assured mr. spy ,