As the Divisional Railway Manager of Salem in Tamil Nadu I
was visited by an ADMK MP from my area. He was also a powerful politician of the state. TN Assembly elections were looming and he had to show
some achievement to his constituents, but more importantly to Ms. Jayalalitha, fondly
called Amma, who was the Chief Minster.
So, he came and held my hands in his, looked me in the eyes
and said, “Saar! I have to show some action. Amma is watching and I must do it
in the next few days to show my relevance.”
I asked him how I could help him. He requested that some
inauguration by him would be impactful. Now, we had no pending
inaugurations in his constituency, not anything due for a foundation stone either.
I told him that. “Please do something. I have to show progress,” He
pleaded.
Nothing touches the lives of the common man like the
Railways. I understood his desperation and the shortcut to prove his accomplishment. So, I called my officers and asked them to find some public
cause that the Hon’ble MP could inaugurate. After some discussion we found that
an underpass that was sanctioned for his town years ago was a “work” we could
address. The underpass was never built since the land needed for it, on either
side of the rail track, could not be acquired. The area was heavily populated
and there was no sign that land acquisition could ever be done.
The girders and beams for that underpass just lay there like
an eyesore for years gathering dust and weathering under the elements. They had
probably become unusable even if the underpass were to be built in near future.
I explained my predicament to the MP Saheb. But he wouldn’t leave unless I
promised him something to demonstrate.
One of my officers came up with a brilliant idea, “Sir, we
could get a Bhoomi Poojan done by the MP Saar.” Bhoomi Poojan promises nothing
- it is neither a foundation-stone event nor an inauguration. But a public show
was possible out of it that would serve the purpose of MP Saheb.
I had the upper hand, and also the fate of the powerful
politician in my grip. I told him, “Sir, as suggested, we can organise a Bhoomi
Poojan. But I won’t be able to spend any money for the ceremony since it was a
non-event for me.” He immediately offered that he would meet all expenses for
the function.
The day of Bhoomi Poojan came and I went there at the
assigned time. To my surprise I found a shamiyama erected with decoration, dozens
of chairs, loudspeaker, and basketfuls of laddoos. Coconuts were cracked
ceremoniously on the innocent girders, speeches given and sweets distributed to
partymen, mediamen and railwaymen. The Hon’ble MP, relieved and teary-eyed, again held my
hands in his and thanked me profusely.
Many months later, when my term as DRM was coming to an end,
and the mandarins of the Railway Ministry had decided to send me out to some
obscure place, my PRO advised me to seek a return favour from the MP Saheb. I,
along with my PRO, went to his office in the constituency. He looked at me and
said, “I think I have seen you somewhere.”
My PRO was very upset and told me right there, “Sir, let’s
go. He doesn’t remember you even after the undue favour you did to him.” And,
we walked out before his neurons reconnected and he asked for one more Bhoomi
Poojan.
The underpass remains unconstructed to this day.
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