बचपन की मूँगफली

बचपन के दिनों में चिनियाबादाम खाने के सामूहिक उपक्रम की यादें पीछा नहीं छोड़तीं। गली से गुज़रते मूँगफली वाले की हरकारे जैसी आवाज़ मानों हमारे अंदर ऊर्जा का संचार कर देती थी। दौड़कर माँ के पास पहुँचते। तबतक मॉं भी मूँगफली वाले की आवाज़ सुन चुकी होती थी। फिर जैसे हमारे मन की आवाज़ सुनकर बोलती - चिनियाबादाम चाहिये? हम बच्चे कुछ ऊँ-ऊँ करते, तबतक मॉं बीस पैसे निकाल कर बोलती - जाओ छटाँक भर ले लो! छटाँक, यानि एक सेर का सोलहवॉं हिस्सा, लगभग साठ ग्राम।

अब दौड़कर बाहर निकले और पुकारा, ऐ चिनियाबादाम! यहॉं आइये। चिनियाबादाम वाला आता और अपनी कॉंख में दबा सींकों से बना स्टैंड, जिसे बाद में हमने इंजीनियरिंग कॉलेज में दोषहीन हाईपरबोला के उदाहरण के रूप में पढ़ा, ज़मीन पर रखता और उसपर अपने सिर वाली टोकरी जमाता। फिर अपनी लकड़ी के डंडे वाला स्वनिर्मित तराज़ू निकालकर दिखाता, मानों कह रहा हो - देख लो बबुआ लोग, डंडी बिल्कुल सीधी है। फिर पूछता - केतना चाहीं? हम उतावली से बोलते - एक छटाँक, मानों कोई महँगी ख़रीदारी कर रहे हों 

फिर शुरु होती थी विक्रय की प्रक्रिया। मूँगफली वाला एक पत्थर का टुकड़ा एक पलड़े पर रखता, और हमेशा की तरह हम पूछते - ई क्या है? वह भी हमेशा की तरह मुस्कुराकर बोलता - छटाँक का बाट है! फिर दूसरे पलड़े पर मूँगफलियाँ रखी जाती और तराज़ू के पलड़े ऊपर-नीचे झूलते। इसी दौरान हम दो चार चिनियाबादाम उसकी टोकरी से निकाल कर गपक लेते। मूँगफली वाला उदारतापूर्वक हमारी लूट को नज़रअंदाज़ कर देता था, क्योंकि इसका समायोजन उसके पत्थर के छटाँक वाली बाट में पहले से ही किया हुआ होता था। बीस पैसे देकर पुराने अख़बार के मुड़े-कुचैले टुकड़े में मूँगफलियों को सहेजकर पकड़ते, फिर नमक की एक और पुड़िया मुफ़्त लेकर घर आते। चिनियाबादाम वाले के मसालेदार नमक का फ़ॉर्मूला मिल जाए तो पेटेंट कराकर मालामाल हो जाऊँ।

घर में छटाँक भर मूँगफली के चार बराबर हिस्से होते, तीन भाइयों के और एक माँ का। फिर माँ बोलती - मेरा मन नहीं है, तुमलोग ले लो। बड़ी मुश्किल से वह एक दो फलियॉं लेने को राज़ी होती। फिर शुरु होता मूँगफलियाँ खाने का कार्यक्रम! अब सोचकर आश्चर्य होता है कि सिर्फ़ साठ ग्राम चिनियाबादाम, वह भी तीन-चार हिस्सों में बँटी, कैसे एक पूरी दुपहरी काटने का संबल बन जाती थी। शायद हम धीरे-धीरे खाते थे, या खाते कम और गप्प ज़्यादा करते थे। मूँगफलियों के छिलके भी उसी काग़ज़ के टुकड़े पर डाले जाते थे। अत: कार्यक्रम के मध्याह्न के बाद मूँगफली के छिलकों के बीच साबुत मूँगफली ढूँढ कर निकालना भी एक दक्षता का काम बन जाता था। अब छिलकों के लिये भी कोई अलग काग़ज़ रखता है क्या? जैसे-जैसे छिलकों की तादाद बढ़ती, साबुत मूँगफली खोजना एक ऐड्वेंचर स्पोर्ट का रूप लेता जाता था, ऐसा रोमांचकारी, जैसे आजकल क "ग्रैंड थेफ्ट ऑटो" या "असेसिन्स क्रीड" भी नहीं। कुछ समय बाद जब बहुत टटोलने पर भी मूंगफलियॉं मिलनी बंद हो जातीं तब इतिश्री मान लेते थे।

कल एक ठेलेवाले से पावभर मूँगफली ख़रीदी, यह सोचकर कि छटाँक भर से क्या होगा। पचीस रुपये पाव। बचपन में पावभर ख़रीदते तो फिजूलखर्च कहलाते। पर शायद मॉं कुछ और ले लेती, मेरा मन नहीं है का बहाना न बनाती। हम पति-पत्नी ने मन भर खाया, उकता गये खाते-खाते। बहुत सारी बची है। आप आएँगे तो परोसेंगे, पुरानी यादों के साथ।

When Free Market is Not Good Enough

I am a supporter of free market and unrestricted competition. It delivers high quality products at low prices. However, there are areas, especially in the service sector, where, a strong regulator is required to ensure a fair deal to the customer. Anyone, who has had a child suffer in school, a dear one in a hospital or has been at the receiving end of an indifferent mobile phone service provider will agree with me. 

SCHOOL:

Once your child gets into that famous school, you cede all your rights to the school management. Whether the child is molested, bullied, taunted, becomes a drug addict or even murdered, the parent has no say whatsoever. Schools are managed by powerful trusts often run by politicians, big business or by ultra-sensitive missionaries. They are not answerable to anyone. The police often sides with them and your grievances are scorned even by other parents until it is their turn to suffer. You have to put up with incompetent teachers, humiliation of your child at their hands and pay up arbitrary fees and charges. Free competition in the market does not help since you just can't take your child to another school. Even if you could, there would be no guarantee that the other school would be any better.

HOSPITALS:

Arguments that hospitals are doing a noble business and that medicare is naturally expensive are hurled at you when you question their extortionist ways. Nobody, except the government, opens a hospital for charity. A hospital is a business just like a superstore or multiplex. Unfortunately, once a dear one of yours is admitted to a hospital and is tethered to life-support, you can't just shop around for a better or cheaper medicare service. Horror stories of extortion, insensitivity and incompetence apart, a hospital is a service provider that keeps you completely in the dark about the treatment of a patient. As to why eight hundred pairs of gloves were used on a non-surgery patient in just seven days, or how a bill of one lakh Rupees is added up for a four-hour intervention on a dengue patient are never explained. You pay up without question, or they wouldn't release the dead body.

The Medical Council of India is a closed society and a private club. There has seldom been any case of an incompetent or a callous doctor being delicensed in India. When the media or an aggrieved person questions the dubious ways of hospitals, arguments like "to err is human", "hospitals are not doing a charity" and surprisingly and simultaneously, "hospitals and doctors are doing a noble job" fly thick and fast.

If a person wants to withdraw his ailing relative and demands a discharge, all life support is immediately disconnected from the patient. The process of discharge starts after this, which may take half a day or more. Meanwhile, the patient goes into further distress. Such practices amount to blackmail and no free market can address this criminality. Only a tough regulator and quick legal action can discipline the recalcitrant in the long run.

The Delhi Govenment has ordered shutdown of a corporate hospital in a first of its kind action. Statements such as this step will lead to a shortage of hospital beds in the Capital and will raise health care costs are made with impunity. Sorry folks, we will bear with a temporary shortage. And, why should there be an increase in costs? Aren't hospitals doing a noble job and would, therefore, refrain from cashing in on this "opportunity"?

CARS (Or other expensive hardware):

Once you buy a car, you have no option, but to bear with the "authorised service centre" for years of poor service, unnecessary tinkering and even fleecing. Behind those swanky showrooms, hide the real face of free-market business, which treats you as a source of never-ending revenue.

REGULATION, CONSUMER PROTECTION AND LEGAL REDRESS:

A child or a patient is not a mobile phone number that can be "ported" to another service provider. On the contrary, even easy portability has failed to discipline indifferent mobile phone service providers in spite of a fiercely competitive market. Consumer courts have become regular legal arena, where complaints can remain unredressed for years through tiers of appellate courts. Intervention to help a sufferer may be needed in a matter of hours. Do we have a mechanism that can deliver that?

Call me Mister, Yo Salesman!

I got a call today from a call centre. The caller asked, "Am I speaking with Shubhranshu?"

I said, "No, you are speaking with Mister Shubhranshu."

The caller was stumped for a few moments, stuttered and said, "Of course, Mr. Shubhranshu." Then he went ahead with his monotone selling some insurance policy, or holiday plan or credit card. I don't remember what it was since I had switched off due to his rudeness in addressing me.

These call centre guys and gals are called "executives". Well, they are surely not trained or evolved like executives. I would expect an executive to call me Mister if he calls me in English, or a Ji, if in Hindi, or a Garu or a Moshai, if in Telugu or Bangla respectively. No, Mr. Executive, I am not your friend, nor I am a resident of the US. You may even have a newly acquired American accent drilled into you through some idiotic training plan. I may be a rustic dehati, but show me reverence that a customer deserves. 

You may have the best hotel discounts, the most comprehensive insurance policy or the greatest credit card with complementary lounge accesss at all airports in the world, but do address me with respect if you want to sell your wares.

Else, I am not interested. Don't bother to call me again. I have put you on the Call-me-Mister registry.

मेरा राज्य बिहार

भारत के प्राचीन देश में मेरा राज्य बिहार

सबसे पहले यहीं बनी थी प्रजातंत्र सरकार

प्रजातंत्र सरकार विश्व की पथप्रदर्शिका

संस्कृति की औ' मानवता की मार्गदर्शिका

यही बिहार का राज्य रहा जो विश्वगुरु कहलाता था

विक्रमशिला और नालंदा, ज्ञान से गहरा नाता था

जब किंतु वे नष्ट हुए उबर नहीं पाया अबतक

क्लांतिहीन हो गया राज्य जो ज्ञानपुंज का था रक्षक

नये देश ने उत्साहित हो बागडोर सँभाली थी

जैसे ही इस अँधियारे में राह निकलने वाली थी

तभी डँस गया नाग विषैला फिर घेरा अँधियारे ने

सूखा ठूँठ बस बचा जहाँ फूलों की सुंदर डाली थी

छात्र हुए हैं दिशाहीन, शिक्षक कर्त्तव्य से स्खलित हुए

मात-पिता अति चिंतित हैं, संतान-व्यथा से गलित हुए

याद करो मागध, वैशाली और जनक के वैभवकाल

गंगा से सिंचित ये धरती क्यों होती रहती बेहाल

लूट-खसोट और धमकी-बलवे दिनचर्या में आम हुए

अपहरण, फिरौती, बेदख़ली और कितने क़त्लेआम हुए

भ्रमित-भयातुर जन पशुओं की भाँति दुबके बैठ रहे

जातिवाद, लालच, हथियार प्रजातंत्र के दाम हुए

भ्रष्टाचार, निष्कर्म, निरर्थक शासन, कुछ ना होता है

बेबस, मूक नागरिक बस अपनी क़िस्मत को रोता है

भई किसान की भूमि सूखी जो वृष्टि ने आँखें फेरीं

हर ग़रीब और हर किसान क़र्ज़ों का बोझा ढोता है

बुद्ध, महावीर की धरती तनिक शांति को रोती है

मॉं अपने बच्चे क़िस्मत पर जगती ना सोती है

रक्षक भक्षक बन बैठे, अपनी रोटी हैं सेंक रहे

जनता वहीं चिता से लगकर ख़ाली पेटों सोती है

NO FRILLS, AT WHAT COST?

Are the"no-frills" airlines, who charge you for the snacks and meals on board, really saving any money or simplifying their on-board services? Unlike the standard meal casseroles of a "full-service" airline, they actually offer your meals a la carte, much like first or business class of full-service airlines, hardly a no-frills feature.

This is how it goes:

The air-hostess, pushing the trolley, looks up a printout, "Hmm, 21A, Mr. Gupta Sir?" 

Mr. Gupta has dozed off and wakes up with a start, "Yes?"

"Sir, you have prebooked a veg meal, right?"

"No, I had booked a non-veg meal. There must be a mistake."

"No, Sir! The chart here says veg wonly."

Mr. Gupta loses his cool, "No, I want non-veg wonly."

Air-hostess gives up, "Okay, Sir! Non-veg is fifty rupees extra, but I will get you that."

Mr. Gupta is now happy at the fifty bucks profit he just made, "So, what-what do you have in non-veg?"

"Sir, chicken sandwich and chicken roll."

"What? This is a morning flight. Who eats chicken in the morning? Don't you have omelette?"

The air-hostess is now getting restless. She has spent over five minutes on just one passenger and has not even begun to serve him. Says, "Let me check, Sir."

She rushes to the pantry and comes back, " Sir, we have masala omelette and home-style omelette."

Mr. Gupta is now spoilt for choice, a privilege, which only business class passengers enjoy. Exclaims, "Get me masala omelette, then! No, no, wait! Who wants masala in the morning? Get me home-style omelette."

He is served and the hostess looks up the chart once again, "21D, Mr. Subramanian, Sir?"

Mr. Subramanian is deep in his thoughts. She says again, a little louder this time, "MR. SUBRAMANIAN, SIR!"

Mr. Subramanian is jolted out of his meditation and shouts, "Wh.., What happened?"

Air-hostess is taken aback, "S.., Sir! You are a corporate traveller. So, you are entitled to a complimentary snack. What would you like Sir?"

Mr. Subramanian is smiling on getting a free snack, "Get me medu vadai and sambhar, please!"

"Sir, we have only poha and vegetable pasta." She regretfully says. 

Mr. Subramanian's smile turns into a scorn, "Is poha even a snack? And, who wants pasta just before a meeting? No, no, I want medu vada, or idly wonly."

The air-hostess almost jumps out of her boots, "Idly, Sir? Yes, we do have idly. But, no sambhar, Sir. I can give you pudina chatni instead."

Mr. Subramanian, being a gentleman, surrenders, "Wokay, get me idly and pudina chatni, then."

He is served and the meals cart moves on.

Mr. Subramanian harks, "Madam, Do you have filter coffee?"

The air-hostess ignores the call, more due to being called madam than filter coffee not being available on board.

Then someone, who has not prebooked a meal, calls out, "Could I have a chicken roll please?"

"Sir, that would be three hundred rupees. If you had prebooked, you could have got it for just two hundred and seventy-five rupees."

"Okay, I will pay." the chastised and financially devastated passenger says.

"Sir, you need to give me three hundred rupees change." The seller of wares says.

"What do you mean by three hundred rupees change? I could understand if it was two hundred and seventy five." But, he fishes out three hundred from his wallet and the air-hostess smiles in gratitude.

And, this goes on and on, from either end of the aisle, two trolleys being pushed by four air-hostesses. The path to the toilets is blocked nearly for the entire duration of the two-hour flight.

Have they really done some calculations of their real costs of serving a la carte meals, a la business class, on payment? Wouldn't it be much simpler and far cheaper to just serve a single type of free meal to all passengers and earn some goodwill in return as well?