The Rise and Rise of Bitcoin

 

The Rise and Rise of Bitcoin

I had followed the recently concluded POTUS election with the disdain of a yogi in the Himalayas for the rise and fall of Dow Jones. Why have an unhealthy interest in the internal affairs of another country? Like many Indians, though, I might have secretly hoped for Kamala’s win, to gloat over an Indian (or the daughter of a Daughter of India) President of Amrika. Alas, US is not yet ready for Lakshmi and Lotus!

Not anymore. Now, I’m totally pro-Trump, after I read about the rise and rise of Bitcoin (BTC) which surged to $93,400 on 15 Nov. 24, and is predicted to breach $ 1,00,000 owing to the crypto-friendly regulatory stance of President-elect Trump. From $ 36000 in 2023, BTC has surged 159% whereas India’s benchmark Nifty 50 has gone up by a mere 11.11% during this period.

Recalling that I had invested into Crypto-Currency (CC) sometime back, I opened the relevant App and checked my Portfolio. Wow, Bitcoin (BTC) has yielded a return much higher than my investment in mutual funds or stocks! Vis-à-vis the negative return from bank FDs (Interest earned minus 30% income tax minus 5% inflation per year), BTC return is alluring enough to delight even a modern-day Shylock.

When had I invested in CC and why? Well, a dear colleague with a doctorate in Economics from a reputed American University had delivered a Talk highlighting the global refusal by National Banks, barring one or two countries, to accept CC as legal tender, and had dissuaded us from the daredevilry of investing in CC. The same day, I put some of my pension money in CC, helplessly succumbing to the lure of the forbidden apple!

In a few months, I lost most of my investment, licked my wounds, reported the fate of my ill-advised investment to the economist friend (I had fore-warned you, he said.), and stopped daily monitoring of CC prices. No big deal; I’ve lost bigger amounts by subscribing to the much-hyped IPOs of Coal India (a Navratna PSU), PayTM (a mega Private sector IPO), and a few others.

If you’re interested in the morality story of how NOT to make stupid investments and lose money like this blogger, you may like to read his previous blog: PDASH Touch:

https://pkdash-author.blogspot.com/2022/05/pdash-touch.html

When I bought on 04/05/2022, Bitcoin price was USD 39,698.37 (INR 30,17,148).

BTC price on 15/11/2024: USD 93400 (INR 77,46,437) – an increase of 235.27%.

That would give you an idea of the meteoric rise of Bitcoin.


(Source: Wiki Commons)

Currently, investors are buying furiously, but I’m unable to decide. Trading in CC is legal in India, even though RBI has not made it legal tender in the country. RBI Governor has warned investors against trading in crypto, and the Finance Minister has slapped a 30% tax on CC earnings; but the Indian investors are totally unfazed.

With 100 million Indians trading in CC, India is World No.1. Who are these investors? As per a brokerage house, the Indian investors are young (mostly under 35), highly-educated (with a B.Tech and/or MBA), and with a high risk appetite (own a Startup, or work in one). Having none of those eminent qualifications, I’m a strange bird, maybe a scarecrow among those savvy investors!

In terms of CC ownership value UAE is No.1, Vietnam No. 2, and India is not among the Top 10 countries. Why, you might wonder? Because, the 31 registered CC Exchanges in India facilitate Indian investors to begin investing in CC with as little as INR 100!

Btw, how many CCs are there? About 10000, as per Statista (a credible source), and more than 25000 according to AI.

What if I sell my BTC holding? I made a quick calculation.

My BTC holding: 0.00049282. You read that right. Since I had no money to buy a whole BTC, I had bought a fraction.

Investment Amount: 1300 INR

Current Value: 3640 INR

Total Profit: 2340 INR

Govt Tax @ 30%: 702 INR

Total Earning: 2340-702=1638

Income Tax @ 30%: 491.4

Net Income: 1638-491.4=1146.6

Since my investment in 2022, rupee has lost purchasing power owing to the average rate of 5% inflation per year; yet if I sell today, my net earning  will buy me a few kilos of not-forbidden delicious apple! 

To BUY or SELL, that’s the question! Should I BUY now, as a CC Exchange urges me to do with 2-Full Front-page Ads featuring a sports celebrity in Economic Times? Or, should I bequeath my CC holdings including Bitcoin to my grandchildren who I expect would arrive in due course and upon coming off age might be CC billionaires?

Do you know why May 22 is celebrated each year by the CC community as Bitcoin Pizza Day? In 2010, Laszlo Hanyecz, a programmer and early Bitcoin enthusiast, made history by purchasing two Papa John’s pizzas for 10,000 Bitcoins, the-then value of which was USD 41 (Source: The Economic Times, May 22, 2024); and the present value is 7724 crores!

In the short-run, I’m eagerly waiting for 20 Jan 2025 when TRUMP would be sworn in and  BTC would soar past $ 100,000!

PostScript

A few readers have asked: Should I invest in CC? How to do that?

Here is a disclaimer. In my blog, I've NOT recommended CC investment for my readers. It's a highly risky investment with wild ups and downs. I've merely dipped a toe to test the waters. Anyway, if you're young, you won't have asked those questions; and if you asked, you're not very young, I guess. So, stay safe and heed the dire warnings of RBI Governor Shaktikant Das (no relative of this blogger!).

Ashok K. Gupta, my friend commented: Makes a very interesting read as I have no clue about this animal.

My reply: Yes, humans have come out of the jungle to enter the digital jungle!

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'Bitcoin is an innovative payment network and a new kind of money.' (https://bitcoin.org/en/)

 

Kalidasa: An Unparalleled Literary Genius

 

Kalidasa: An Unparalleled Literary Genius

 

Kalidasa Samaroh

The 66th All India Kalidasa Samaroh 2024 is being hosted at Ujjain by Kalidasa Sanskrit Academy, and the Department of Culture, Madhya Pradesh from 12-18 November during which reputed Sanskrit and Kalidasa scholars will discuss the great author’s seminal contribution to Sanskrit literature, especially drama and poetry.

Bharata’s Natyashastra, the oldest surviving treatise on the theory of drama and dramatics, treats poetry, music, and dance as one art. Appropriately, cultural events under Kalidasa Samaroh include dance, song, and theatre performances by renowned artists and groups.

Ujjayini is one of the great cities of ancient India, with many other names including Vishala (the wide and gracious city), Pushkarandini (the city of flowers), and Mahakala-puri (the city of Mahakala Shiva). ‘…Sanskrit drama probably originated at Ujjayini…’[i]

The yaksha in Meghadutam tells the rain-cloud, ‘Indeed, you would have lived in vain…’ if you missed a chance to visit ‘Ujjayini glowing in splendour like a brilliant piece of Paradise..’

Kalidasa

Kalidasa is believed to have composed his works as early as 2nd century BCE or latest by 4th century CE. The earliest known authentic reference to Kalidasa is in an inscription dated 556 Saka (634 AD) in which he and Bharavi are spoken of as being renowned poets. One of the navaratnas# in Vikramaditya’s Court, Kalidasa is reckoned the greatest Sanskrit author of all times.  

“Once when poets were counted, Kalidasa occupied the little finger; the ring finger remains unnamed true to its name*; for his second has not been found.” (Anonymous)[ii]

*The ring finger is called Anamika in Sanskrit.

The Sanskrit shloka is given below.##

The following seven works – three plays, three poems, and one epic- are undisputably attributed to him:

Plays: Malavikagnimitram, Vikramorvasiyam, and Abhijnanasakuntalam


(Image Credit: From cover page by Biplab Kundu for The Complete Works of Kalidasa, Vol II, Trans by Chandra Rajan)

Poems: Ritusamharam, Kumarasambhavam, and Meghadutam

Epic: Raghuvamsam

Nehru, in ‘The Discovery of India,’ wrote the following on Shakuntala,

“Translation also appeared (made from Sir William Jones's translation) in German, French, Danish, and Italian. Goethe was powerfully impressed and he paid a magnificent tribute to Shakuntala. The idea of giving a prologue to Faust is said to have originated from Kālidāsa's prologue, which was in accordance with the usual tradition of the Sanskrit drama.”

Goethe, indeed, praised Shakuntala[iii], the enchanting heroine of Abhijnanashakuntalam  (The Recognition of Shakuntala) with these words:

"Wouldst thou the young year's blossoms and the fruits of its decline,
And all by which the soul is charmed, enraptured, feasted, fed,
Wouldst thou the earth and heaven itself in one sole name combine?
I name thee, O Shakuntala! and all at once is said."

Rabindranath Tagore begins his essay on Sakuntala with Goethe’s above-mentioned quatrain, and says, “In Goethe’s words, Sakuntala blends together the young year’s blossoms and the fruits of maturity; it combines heaven and earth in one.”

Professor Madhusudan Pati highlights the complex personality of Shakuntala:

“A number of opposites such as grace and strength, innocence and maturity, modesty and pride, softness and severity, blend in her character and render her into one of the most captivating creations in world drama.”[iv]

Professor Pati calls Kalidasa ‘one of the greatest sculptors of love,’ and quotes Robert Antoine’s praise for Kalidasa,

“He is supreme in depicting love. No one has ever conveyed with so great and delicate an art the first thrills of nascent love, the all-absorbing fascination of growing love, the exquisite torment of pining love and the unsurpassable bliss of fulfilled love.”[v]

Kalidasa and Shakespeare

William Jones published a translation of ‘Śakuntalā’ in 1789 which introduced Kalidasa to the English-speaking world. Admiring the author’s dramatic genius, William Jones called Kalidasa the Sanskrit Shakespeare. The sobriquet, still popular, is mentioned by William Dalrymple in his latest book ‘The Golden Road.’ Even though well-intentioned, the comparison is simplistic, and even patronising, for the following reasons:

·       Kalidasa is among the greatest Sanskrit authors; a peerless playwright, and a great poet who wrote epic and lyrical poetry. Shakespeare is the greatest English playwright, but his 154 sonnets, many of which are delectable, do not place him at par even with great English poets like Chaucer or Milton, and not at all with Kalidasa.

·       Kalidasa represents the Classical period and Golden Age of Sanskrit – ‘The Language of Gods in the World of Men’[vi] – that made the cultural and civilisational idiom of a vast Indosphere[vii] or Sanskrit Sphere that stretched from Afghanistan to Bali, and was the lingua franca of culture for 1500 years – 250 BCE to 1250 AD.

·       Kalidasa wrote at a time when the English language was still in the womb - to emerge much later with Beowulf, Chaucer, and Shakespeare.

Kalidasa is NOT Shakespeare of India, maybe Shakespeare is Kalidasa of England!

Comparison is a futile game, and has no outcome except to thrill chauvinists with a temporary high. Once the game begins, there is no end to the one-upmanship. Homer is  Veda Vyasa of Greece; Maupassant - Prem Chand of France; Machiavelli - Chanakya of Italy; Bismarck - Sardar Patel of Germany; Eiffel Towers - Qutab Minar of Paris; Buckingham Palace- Lal Kila of London painted a depressing grey to match the sultry mood of the Old Blighty; Scotland- Coorg of UK; Switzerland - Kashmir of Europe; Greenwich- Ujjayini of England; Big Mac- Pavbhaji of Amrika; KFC- Tandoori Chicken’s poor American cousin; and Pizza- Moti Roti of Naples!

Comparing eminent authors, especially of different languages and times, is pointless and even banal since each one’s greatness and contribution is best evaluated with reference to his milieu, culture, and language. A reader may enjoy and appreciate the works of the great authors of various languages without feeling compelled to compare two or more authors with a view to eulogise her favourite author.

Read Kalidasa!

Dr N.K. Sahu spotted a bunch of us chatting in the corridor, and acknowledging our namaskar counselled us in the style of an itinerant wise man to study Kalidasa before Shakespeare, and Gangadhar Meher (the renowned poet of Odisha who was born in Barpali, the home town of Dr Sahu) before Wordsworth and Keats. Also study Ramayana and Mahabharata before picking up The Iliad and The Odyssey, he fired his last salvo.  

Once he was beyond earshot, I and my friends, all students of PG (English), burst into laughter since we presumed the ancient History professor was teasing us. Now, recalling his words, I realise that he was quite serious, and there was much merit in what he recommended.

Resources & References

·       The Complete Works of Kalidasa (Volume One-1997 & Volume Two-2002), Translated by Professor Chandra Rajan, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi.

·       ‘Sakuntala: Its Inner Meaning,’ an essay by Rabindranath Tagore.

  •   The Discovery of India by Jawahar Lal Nehru.

·       Sanskrit Drama: A Critical Reappraisal by Professor Madhusudan Pati, Authors Press (2021)

·       The Student’s Sanskrit-English Dictionary by V.S. Apte

·       A Sanskrit-English Dictionary by M. Monier-Williams

·       Bharat Ek Khoj- Kalidasa-Part I-Episode 18- Prasar Bharati Archives: https://youtu.be/oYyylsa16uc?si=ByKZLNbo1dC0_JkG

·       Bharat Ek Khoj- Kalidasa-Part II-Episode 19 is also on You Tube.

·       My earlier blogs on Kalidasa

o  Marg for Meghadutam: A Route-Map for Cloud Messenger - https://pkdash-author.blogspot.com/2024/07/map-for-cloud-messenger.html

o  On Ritusamhara: O Spring, O Sweet Assailant! - https://pkdash-author.blogspot.com/2023/03/o-spring-o-sweet-assailant.html

 

# नवरत्नं   The nine gems or poets at the court of king VikramAditya. (SSE Dictionary- V.S.Apte)

धन्वंतरिक्षपणकामरसिंहशंकु

     वेतालभट्टघटकर्परकालिदासाः ।

ख्यातो वराहमिहिरो नृपतेः सभायां

     रत्नानि वै वररुचिर्नव विक्रमस्य ॥

## पुरा कवीनां गणनाप्रसङ्गे कनिष्ठिकाधिष्ठितकालिदासा।

    अद्यापि तत्तुल्यकवेरभावादनामिका सार्थवती बभूव ॥

Hindi translation:

पुराने ज़माने में, जब कवियों की गणना की जा रही थी, तब कालिदास को कनिष्ठिका पर विराजमान किया गया। उनसे तुलना हो सके, इतने प्रतिभाशाली कवि का आज तक अभाव होने के कारण कनिष्ठिका के बाजू की का ‘अनामिका’ यह नाम अर्थपूर्ण हो गया।


[i] The Complete Works of Kalidasa (Volume Two), Translated by Chandra Rajan, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi (2016)

[ii] Ibid.

Chandra Rajan has translated Kalidasa’s works into English, and the books have been published by Sahitya Akademi in two volumes, and by Penguin Classics series, too. 

[iii] Shakuntala was the daughter of Vishwamitra rishi and Menaka, an Apsara (celestial nymph), and was so named by her foster-father Kanva rishi since she had been nurtured by Shakuntas (birds) after being abandoned by her biological parents. Bharata, son of Shakuntala and Dushyanta became a great emperor after whom Bharata Varsha is named. He was also the ancestor of Purus and Kauravas of the Mahabharata.

[iv] Abhijnana Shakuntalam: Rasa Synthesis, an essay from Sanskrit Drama: A Critical Reappraisal by Madhusudan Pati, Authors Press, 2021. Prof. M. Pati taught this blogger at Sambalpur University.

[v] Ibid.

[vi] ‘The Language of the Gods in the World of Men: Sanskrit, Culture, and Power in Premodern India’ by Sheldon Pollock, 2006.

[vii] In his book ‘The Golden Road: How Ancient India Transformed the World’ William Dalrymple argues that the ancient world was as much shaped by  India as by China, and the Indosphere covered a vast territory.

Adventures of FS

 

Adventures of FS

Who is FS, you may wonder? That’s me – Fabulous Shirt! You may call me by any other name provided it is complimentary. I suggest Fantastic, Flamboyant, Floral, Fun, Funny, Funky. Didn’t the Bard say a rose by any other name would smell as sweet?

If you have read the stories of Alice, Tom Sawyer,  Mowgli, Harry Potter, and similar; you might think that only humans experience adventure. No, that’s not factual. Read on and enjoy my adventure – a story with a difference! 

All those are very interesting but entirely imaginary stories. In one story, a rabbit takes out a watch from his waist-coat pocket and worries about getting late; in another, the train leaves from, hold your breath, Platform number Nine and Three-quarters- 9-3/4[i]; in the jungle story - Sher Khan, Bagheera, Balloo, and all other animals speak; and Tom, the boy-hero in the other story is drawn upon three boys making him a fictitious character[ii]. But my adventure is factual, for we shirts  tell our life-story as it is,  without embellishment  or exaggeration. I promise to tell you the truth, and nothing but the truth.

Let me begin at the very beginning. I was conceived at the Mumbai workshop of a reputed textile-design consultant, where the rookie youngster, fresh from NID, had been tasked by the Master Designer (MD) to create a deck of contemporary, out-of-the-ordinary designs; and getting a brief three-minute window with the very-busy boss who seldom smiled, she opened her Tab and swished through her inspired creations. MD, far from impressed, asked, ‘Which one is your best?’ and when she put it on the screen, said, ‘Okay, I’ll run it for a trial bundle. We’ll soon get the market response,’ and dismissed the creator.

At the Chhindwara factory, the shop-floor workers were rather amused. An unusual design; funky, isn’t it, how did MD pass it, they wondered?

When I was wrapped in a bundle and despatched, I had no idea where I was headed and for what use; unlike my high-brow, cocky, self-assured fellow-travellers in the truck. The 100 per cent Merino-Wool premium suiting knew it was for Made-to-Measure suits by bespoke tailors for the rich and powerful; and the 100 percent long-staple, imported Egyptian cotton in Oxford Blue was, of course, for formal shirts. These worthies gossiped about me for the greater part of the journey.

What’s that odd bundle for, whispered Merino-Wool to Oxford Blue?

‘Maybe, drapery, bed-cover, table-runner, or dining napkins,’ guessed Oxford Blue.

I squirmed at those snide remarks, and wished to reply, ‘How very condescending and judgemental! What if a gifted artist framed me to hang on designer walls in majestic mansions; aren’t even simple coloured yarns bunched and framed for five-star hotels; didn’t someone duct-tape a real, ripe yellow banana on a wall which sold for an obscene amount in USD[iii]?’ But still unsure about my end-use, I kept quiet. Neither the creator, nor the MD had given any clue.

Once I was fed into the totally automated, computer-guided tailoring unit at Bangalore, and cut to a shirt length; I was delirious with joy, and wanted to shout, ‘Hey, you, MW and OB; I’m your equal now; so, eat your racist remarks. I feel sorry for you, MW, for you’re doomed to hang down there licking the shoes, smelling the shoe-polish and the toilet floor in busy airports whereas I’d always stay close to his heart, and savour the expensive, delicate perfume. You, OB, would be perpetually tense, for Snow White and Pale Cream would offer serious competition, you know.’

I was happy to be a shirt, not just any shirt, but the fashionable FS. Life looked full of promise. I humbly furnish my brief CV at endnotes[iv].

When I reached a premium brand shop in Bhopal’s popular mall, was unpacked, and displayed at the most coveted high-visibility rack; I got an instant high – an adrenalin rush. This is your moment under the fluorescent lights, not unlike a top seductive model swaying across  the dazzling ramp, and you would soon be launched into the world of haute couture; I said to myself. I knew I’d be grabbed in no time.


(That's Me - Fabulous Shirt)

One look at the old chap who entered the shop with a little limp, I knew he was not my man. No iPhone 16, no Rolex, not wearing any perfume, haircut by the neighbourhood barber who charges a very affordable sixty rupees, non-descript footwear, a pair of semi-faded cotton trousers (whoever wears loose, baggy style now?), and a cotton shirt with a collar soon-to-fray. Surely, he came by Ola or Uber!

The seasoned salesman led him to the economy-to-medium range formal wear segment and picked up two insipid, dull, and drab shirts that would suit his age and income category. But when the customer pushed aside the recommended shirts, and pointed a finger at me, with an unmistakable sparkle in his eyes; I was stunned, speechless, and had a sinking feeling. Am I under a curse, I wondered?

No less surprised than me, the salesman quickly regained his composure, and brought me down for him to see, touch, and feel, which he did with indecent pleasure, I think. Maybe, he’s buying me as a gift for his son occupying a corner room in the head office of a global company, owns all those goodies that this old crony doesn’t, plus an Audi, I thought. But when he took me to the changing room, I knew I was doomed, my fate sealed, and my dream of rising and shining in life cruelly crushed.

He tried, looked at himself in the mirror, loved what he saw, changed, stepped out of the trial room, paid for me, and brought me home.

The lady had been waiting impatiently to check what item had been bought without her guidance and prior approval via a WhatsApp video call. No sooner did he reach home, she snatched the shopping bag, and her worst fears were confirmed. She knew from long years of experience that it was dangerous to permit him to go solo shopping for he always bought amazingly stupid stuff.

You can’t wear this at your age, the Dress-Code Nazi ruled.

Why not? I tried it, looks rather good on me.

Give it to our son. It’s a shirt for the young.

But this won’t fit him, he’s taller, and wears 44’’ size.

Then, you must return it, and exchange it for a shirt that is fit to wear in civilised company.

They were packing for a foreign trip, and neither wished a huge spat to ruin their pre-departure mood; so, they held their guns, and temporary, though uneasy truce, prevailed.

He put me inside the wardrobe with a decisiveness that surprised me and stirred a new hope in me. Inside the wardrobe, I noticed a synthetic batik print, sad and forlorn at the bottom of a stack of seldom-worn shirts, and asked, ‘Why are you so sad?’

‘Long story, but I’ll keep it short, he said. Bought lovingly at Jakarta years ago, I have never gone out of this dark dungeon except for once when I went to a coffee shop. The lady was out of town, and being an honourable man, he redeemed his ancient pledge to wear me to meet interesting people. I know he’d again take me out when similar opportunities present themselves in future; that’s why he has not allowed the lady to give me away to a servant.’


(My Indonesian poor cousin)

Later in the evening when the lady stepped out for a stroll, he put me on, clicked a quick selfie, and posted it in the family WhatsApp group.

‘Hi Guys, what do you think of my new shirt? Its fate hangs in balance. Current votes – Aye: 1, No – 1. Quick votes, pls. Within minutes, four heart emojis floated in. Status - Ayes: 5, No –1.

I heaved a sigh of relief, having narrowly escaped the ignominy of rejection, return, and everlasting shame. He may be old, but that was smart strategy and swift action, I admitted grudgingly.

My debut was special; not in Bhopal - a small, sleepy, laid-back provincial town ridiculed for its parda (veil), zarda (tobacco), and garda (dust) - but  at Baku Marriott Boulevard, Azerbaijan; and he received so many compliments, mostly from ladies, that he could not help preening. I concede that he wore me with elan and even said cheekily, ‘A lovely shirt, sits well on a naturally handsome person!’

I knew the compliments were for me, but I let that pass. I only wished to tell Merino-Wool and Oxford Blue, ‘ Hey guys, were you launched in any exotic destination? Hope, sometime you may also enjoy a foreign trip!’

They’re my own kind, so I made no acerbic, hurtful comments.



[i] In the Harry Potter series, the Hogwarts Express departs from Platform 9 3/4, which is invisible to Muggles. To reach the platform, you walk through the wall between platforms 9 and 10.

 

[ii] Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens) mentions this in his Preface to ‘The Adventures of Tom Sawyer’, 1876.

 

[iii] “This viral banana artwork on sale again — and it could now be worth $1.5 million.”

Italian artist Maurizio Cattelan's "Comedian," a conceptual artwork comprising a banana stuck to a wall with duct tape, had been sold for $120,000 in 2019, and is up for auction again, reported CNN on Oct 25, 2024.

https://edition.cnn.com/2024/10/25/style/banana-artwork-maurizio-cattelan-comedian-auction/index.html

 

[iv] Brief CV of Fabulous Shirt (FS)

Style: Jeanswear

Material: Cotton-60%, Linen-40%

Colour: a little more robust than Flame of Forest, and a little less loud than screaming vermillion red

Print Design:

Upon the body base-colour of flamboyant red was printed, on one side only, an intricate pattern of tiny tendrils a few of which ended with a  little dark green leaf. The rookie designer’s creative work!

Washing Instruction: Separate wash; machine cold-wash; gentle detergents; no scrubbing with hard brush; to dry, hang inside-out in shade.

Hidden Treasures from Safai Mission

 

Hidden Treasures from Safai Mission 

Pre-Deepavali Safai Mission

When a child, his meagre stock of fire-crackers and sparklers ran out in a few minutes, and he envied and resented his neighbours and friends who had enough to roar, scream, and squeal till late evening. Now, he dreads Deepavali for the deafening noise and the toxic fume; but more than that he dreads the advent of Deepavali since the whole house is turned upside down, dust swirls in the air, and the house reeks of paint. The kabadiwala is summoned multiple times, and his scales are watched with an eagle’s eye.

Were Namami Gange and the several previous projects implemented with half the missionary zeal, unwavering dedication, and dogged determination of the pre-Deepavali Safai Mission (SM) in a certain home at Baghmugalia Extension, Bhopal; Ganga’s raw water would be potable, and even packaged and sold at a premium as sparkling mineral water of Himalayan origin imbued with divinity. The devout could also take holy dips at Prayag and Kashi without squirming about the floating garbage.

SM begins with Navratri, and finishes with clock-work precision on the day before Dhan Teras; during which undeclared emergency is imposed, all hands are on deck, no leave permitted to household help. Even his daily pranayama and meditation are suspended till further notice for fear of diluting the orchestrated tension considered essential for accomplishment of the goal. In brief, the activity is frenzied.

All the curtains (how many are there, really?) are sent for laundry, collected back, counted, and hung again. All the items on showcases, collectibles from near and far elbowing one another on the drawing room table, drawers, cupboards, and trunks are taken out, each is evaluated for discarding, but most are returned to where they came from after dusting; including the many mementoes (smriti phalak in Hindi) the man had received during his years of distinguished service (these bear the name of the man in bold print, can’t be sold to the raddiwala or gifted to another!). The carpets and furniture are vacuum-cleaned with the man assigned to supervise the operation.

The house is filled with dust precipitating the man’s allergy, and the non-stop noise distracts and irritates him; but he takes SM in his stride, as a recurring seasonal flu with no known cure.

The man was startled when the lady hectored, ‘How about helping a bit? Can’t you take a little time off your reading and writing to at least clean your study room?’

That was an exaggeration, for his ‘study room’ was not for his exclusive use, but a little corner in the TV-cum-Work-out room; and not available for study when the lady watched TV.  But he stopped reading the interesting book he had in hand and launched ‘Operation SM’ for his table and drawers. Must discard stuff I haven’t used for several years, he resolved.

At the bottom of the last drawer, he found a small pocket diary (Eagle Consul Diary, 9.5 x 15.5 CMS), and began reading. Here are a few nuggets from 'Winter Tour Diary: Group 'C': Sub-Group Leader'.



Bharat Darshan

“19/12/1981: Dep Mussoorie at 8.00 am by bus, Arr at Delhi Rly station at 4.30 pm. Station Master had received the telegram from the LBSNAA, but had only 12 reserved berths for the group of 28. We gave a 2-berth coupe to AS and MM, both members of the faculty; a 2-berth coupe to the four lady batchmates; and the rest of us squeezed into two cabins.”

That’s how Bharat Darshan began for the group.

“21/12/81: Reached Kazipet at 1.15 am. Failed to board the Link Exp to Vijayawada; huge rush. MM, with intimate knowledge of South India, and many other matters including political science, had warned that Kazipet was notorious for luggage theft; so, five of us kept such watch as would frustrate even seasoned thieves; and sent the rest of our group including RK, the Group Leader, who had a mild fever to the 1st Cl waiting Room.

Boarded Krishna Exp at 9.00 am, reached Srikakulam Rd at 2.05 am.”

A week-long visit to tribal villages; the group interviewed the tribals, and prepared, after detailed discussion, a Group Report on the socio-economic status of the tribals to be submitted to the Academy.

“31/12/81: Reached Hyd. Checked into Ananda Nilayam. Visited the Salarjung Museum. MD, A.P. Cooperative Bank hosted a lunch for us. Amiable gentleman, though a bit of a bore, fond of often recalling his illustrious Dad who was in the ICS!

Bought a Happy New Year cake for 77/- After a special dinner, we ushered in the New Year by cutting the cake at 12.00 am. Embraced everybody excepting the girls with whom we shook hands.”

The man couldn’t wait to call and share these vignettes with a few friends who were fellow-travellers in that memorable month-long trip.

A friend asked, ‘Do you recall the keen competition among the gentlemen to help the ladies with their luggage?’

‘I do. I, too, might helped when necessary since I was Sub-Group Leader.’

‘Two of our more energetic friends beat others to it, but their chivalrous porterage service was exclusively available to the two pretty girls.’

‘Well, everyone noticed, and those girls blushed a little, I guess. Alas, matters didn’t proceed further.’

A Piqued Peacock

The drawer presented yet another hidden treasure - an old photo; maybe, one that got separated from a bundle. He clicked a photo and shared it with his daughter.

She replied: I remember this. You had procured a huge bunch of real peacock feathers for my role in the school play. I was grumpy coz the teacher got me to share my feathers with other less endowed peacocks.

Moral of the Story: A peacock is much distressed when its beautiful feathers are forcibly plucked.


(Christ Jyoti School, Satna, MP; Class-3, 1994-95)

After dusting and cleaning the hidden treasures, and a pleasant trip down the memory lane, the man returned hastily to his assigned errand determined to finish it on or before Dhan Teras.
***

 

 

Monkeys Banished From Delhi!

 

Monkeys Banished From Delhi!

Monkeys and Dogs cannot be allowed to take over this city! The High Court of Delhi made this observation while passing orders on a PIL regarding the menace of stray animals in Delhi[i]. Of course, no pun was intended. HC’s order may have been based on personal experience. After 4.00 pm, the Tis Hazari Court complex is reportedly taken over by the monkeys.

HC ordered that the monkeys be shifted to Asola Bhatti Wildlife Sanctuary. No order was made regarding the stray dogs possibly because of their uncertain identity - neither wild nor domesticated; not acceptable to the forest authorities for fear of jeopardising wildlife health, nor to the citizens of Delhi. Their fate hangs in balance.


(Monkey in Delhi; Source: Wikicommons)

A Limerick

For stray animals, we’ve pity,

But won’t allow monkeys and dogs to takeover this city;

At once shift the monkeys,

To Asola Bhatti Wildlife Sanctuary;

Orders regarding canines will follow, after ascertaining their identity.

Bureaucrat Reborn[ii]

Amartya Sen, the Nobel laureate, had a gentle dig at himself and his fellow economists when he quipped, ‘As a Hindu, if you are a good economist in this life, you come back in the next as a physicist. If you are a bad economist in this life, you come back in the next as a sociologist.’

What happens to the bureaucrats in their next life? A good bureaucrat is reborn as a politician, and a bad bureaucrat returns as an ordinary citizen, you might think. But like everything else in bureaucracy, that arrangement would be complex and challenging like a maze. Each bureaucrat is evaluated every year and is given a Grade- Good, Very Good or Outstanding; ‘Good’ being a euphemism for ‘Good for nothing’, ‘VG’ for ‘Very Good occasionally’, and ‘Outstanding’ for those rare ones who stand out of the herd owing to their halo visible only to the cognoscenti. So, a ‘good’ bureaucrat may be reborn a politician but as a block level functionary responsible for hiring services of a tent-house for free; a VG bureaucrat could be an MLA but never a Minister; and only the ‘outstanding’ ones may hope to be Ministers!

However, a few privileged ones may choose their next life, notwithstanding their conduct, credentials, and performance track-record; and the reference is not to post-superannuation plum jobs.

A retired bureaucrat who was also a most devout person saw a dream prior to his demise. God appeared in his dream and said, ‘You have been my loyal devotee all your life to reward which I will grant your last wish before your death.’

The wizened civil servant thought well but fast, and drawing upon his vast experience in preparing proposals and notes for sanction and approval, made a quick mental draft, and several rapid corrections to the draft. He would never approve a draft, including one prepared by himself, without marking in red at several places, and making necessary corrections.

God knew the modus operandi of his devout follower and waited patiently. RB (Retired Bureaucrat) finally made his wish: ‘Bless me, O Lord, so that I may once again, in my next birth, stride through the corridors of power, preferably in North Block, or at South Block (my 2nd preference), or at least in Udyog Bhavan or Nirman Bhavan or Krishi Bhavan (in that order, please), be in proximity to the high and the mighty, and enjoy the heady, invigorating aroma of stuffy rooms and musty files.’

‘Tathastu,’ said God, and vanished. RB had forgotten to wish to be born human, and for this inadvertent but critical omission, was born as a monkey and placed at North Block where he would meet several of his erstwhile colleagues who had made similar wishes and had been blessed by the Lord.

***

Postscript

A reader mentioned that about a decade ago, under a similar court order monkeys had been shifted to Kuno Sanctuary (now a National Park) in MP. I spoke to Mr Suhas Kumar, Former PCCF and Wild Life expert. He confirmed this. Under a SC order in 2011 or thereabouts, 250 monkeys had been shifted from Delhi to Kuno, over-ruling objections by MP Forest dept and govt. These monkeys foraged for food and water and created havoc in the neighbouring villages leading to a barrage of Assemby Questions every year. A proposal to shift more monkeys to Kuno was vehemently opposed by MP govt, and the SC was persuaded by Mr Negi, the-then Project Director of Kuno Sanctuary's strong arguments to rescind the orders.
Thereafter, a batch of monkeys was shifted to Asola Wild Life Sanctuary. It is not known how the shifted monkeys acclimatized to their new habitat.

How many monkeys in Delhi?

It is estimated that there are 20000-30000 monkeys at present in Delhi, but it is not known when a census was held, so, this might be a guesstimate. The question HC of Delhi does not seem to have considered is: Does Asola Wild Life Sanctuary have the carrying capacity for the several thousand monkeys of Delhi?
An adhoc order - a typical NIMBY (Not In My Backyard) response, and its implementation would be a disaster.

[ii] This story is from The Mysterious Stories and Other Stories (2021) by the blogger.

Friends of Earth

 

Friends of Earth

Go, Hide Quickly!

Mid-September; monsoon preparing to bid adieu. Bright sunshine after many days of overcast skies and intermittent showers at Bhopal.

For the lunch meet at Arera Club, walking from the lawn-side to the restaurant, he spotted a pink, robust, and long earthworm that had meandered onto the stone pavement and was hurrying back to its burrow. Probably Eisenia fetida[i], a European species used by the adjoining horticulture garden for vermicomposting, and yet to fully acclimatize to the tropical climate and soil. Club members, of course, will take care not to step on it, but the hungry birds on the tall trees may not forego such a tasty meal. Make haste, go home quick, he whispered.

He could not resist mentioning it to the two friends he met upon entering the restaurant.

How did you spot it, Mr. M asked?

‘It was a rather long one, impossible to miss!’

‘Yes, our Club takes good care of its worms,’ quipped Mr. V with a chuckle.

Too Many Worms!

1996. EPCO (Environment Promotion and Coordination Organisation), Bhopal was implementing a Japan-aided project for conservation of Bhoj Wetland of which Solid Waste Management and vermicomposting were sub-projects, and EPCO scientists had put up a vermicomposting unit in the garden strip adjoining the Pollution Control Board building.

EPCO has a beautifully landscaped, manicured garden which is pleasant in all seasons but more so in winter when the dahlias, roses, and other seasonal flowers are in full bloom. EPCO office was a favourite hide-out for Digvijay Singh, the then-CM, who would drive in there on weekends without the siren-hooting car-cade, and spend a few hours disposing of several bags of accumulated files. Only his core staff knew he was very much in town in a secret location, and visitors to the CM residence, Shamla Hills, were told that the CM was not ‘IN’ which was truthful!

One afternoon, as he was leaving, ED, EPCO asked: would you like to see our vermicompost unit? It is fed, along with plant waste from the garden, bunches of  water hyacinths (a tell-tale sign of water pollution) from the adjoining Shahpura lake, he added.

Why not, he said; spent a few minutes at the unit and complimented the staff for the initiative.

Would you like EPCO to install a similar unit at the CM residence? That would be a good promo for the Bhoj Wetland Conservation project.

But isn’t my residence already crawling with worms? He said with a smile and left.

Annual Vermicide

Stubble-burning has begun in Punjab and Haryana and would worsen in the coming weeks. Every winter, vehicular and industrial fumes, dust from construction activities, and pollution from other sources  transform Delhi-NCR into a deadly gas chamber. Stubble burning further aggravates the pollution. Delhi Air Quality is already ‘Very Poor’ on 21 Oct 2024[ii]. But stubble burning does not foul up just the air; the fire kills earthworms and beneficial soil macrofauna and microflora which disrupts the ecosystem sustainability and adversely impacts agriculture. It leads to the loss of organic matter from soil and affects fertility, water retention capacity, and overall health of agricultural soils.

A hectare of good agricultural soil could have earthworm biomass of about one tonne and up to three tonnes. So, parali-burning amounts to microbial genocide.

Why is it that we feel remorse only when relatively larger animals are slaughtered; and spare no thought for the millions of organisms we kill by using pesticides and an arsenal of chemical poisons every day? Is there a certain threshold, a minimum body size or weight for the life of other organisms to be considered significant by humans?

Yet, microbes have the last laugh; they have colonised every part of this planet, outnumber humans by a factor of 125 to 1, and they’ve also invaded the human body to make it their permanent home!

The human body, with about 30 trillion human cells, and 39 trillion microbial cells is a bustling metropolis of microbes—bacteria, viruses, fungi, and other tiny organisms! 

Six-inches Deep

Civilisation, as Paul Harvey famously observed, is just six-inches deep; the "six inches" referring to the depth of topsoil, which is crucial for agriculture and, by extension, human survival. The top-soil that produces all the food that nourishes life consists of vegetative and animal waste that provide essential nutrients to grow plants and trees, and earthworms are among the tireless underground engineers who till, aerate, and water the topsoil.

They are fascinating creatures, too.[iii]

Shouldn’t we keep earthworms alive, for they keep us alive?

Sanskrit Names for Earthworm

Sanskrit-English Dictionaries (M. Monier Williams; and V.S. Apte) provide these names for earthworm: kinchilika, mahīlatā (महीलता) - a poetic name meaning sub-soil creepers (mahi- earth, lata- creeper)!

Google search produced more names basis online Sanskrit dictionaries:

kiJculuka (किञ्चुलुक), bhūjanta (भूजन्तुः), kṣitijanta (क्षितिजन्तुः), kusū (कुसूः), and kṣitija (क्षितिज).

How to nurture earthworms?

Pretty easy. Buy a few kilos of vermicompost, and use it in your garden, or in your flower and vegetable pots. Keep it moist. In a few days you would be happy to see a small population of earthworms active in your garden. They are happy to process leaves, grass trimmings, and mulch, and happier still if you feed them your kitchen waste (spare the spicy, salty curries, oil, vinegar and citrus fruits, please; fruit and vegetable peels will suffice).

Your garden will be happy, and your plants will thank you for skipping the chemical fertilisers.

Solid Waste Management

Solid Waste Management (SWM) is a huge challenge for Urban Local Bodies in India. As per the Central Pollution Control Board (CPCB), the per capita waste generation in India has increased at an exponential rate (0.26 kg/day to 0.85 kg/day). It is estimated that approximately 80% to 90% of the municipal waste is disposed-off in landfills without proper management practices and by open burning, leading to air, water, soil pollution.

Vermicomposting - decentralised at home-level, and centralised at community-level can make a big difference.

Mati Dhan

Why call them worms? Why not soil-engineers, soil-managers, or soil-repair and rehabilitation experts?

Vermin has a pejorative meaning, and it is time to drop human prejudice against these crawly workers who are friends of the earth.

Why call their nutrient-rich output vermicompost? Better to call it Green Manure since it is produced by Nature and its many agents.

Dr Ajay S Kalamdhad has named it Mati Dhan[iv]. He led a group of IIT-Guwahati researchers to innovate a two-stage fast biodegradation technique that can aid municipal corporations in eco-friendly organic waste management.

Postscript

Comments

Kedar Rout, a dear friend

“I liked 'crawly workers', 'soil rehabilitation experts'...

How about calling you  a worm sympathizer...!”

My response: Hi, Kedar. How about calling me Friend of FOE (Friends of Earth)?

Surendra Nath, Esteemed Senior Colleague

“Thanks, PK. Impressed with your innovative & valuable concepts  of

1 " Mati Dhan ", rhyming with Tulsidas's famous Doha:

"Go Dhan", "Gaj Dhan", "Baaj Dhan"

2 Parali Burning amounts to " Microbial Genocide"

Focused on promoting Green Waste Management, so vital for our survival.”

My reply: Sir, Mati Dhan is the name given by IIT Prof as mentioned in my blog. Thanks for your kind appreciation. Regards.

Shashi Jain, Esteemed Senior Colleague

“Just read your learned,  insightful and sensitive blog on such an unusual, seemingly insignificant subject. 

Keep writing!”

Me: Thanks, Ma’am.

Madan Mohan Upadhyay, colleague and dear friend

केंचुए पर आपने अच्छा रुचिकर, वैज्ञानिक तथ्यों से भरपूर ,लेख लिखा है ।

पृथ्वी के अन्य लाखों प्राणियों की तरह ही वह भी एक जीव है जो अपनी विचित्रता लिए हुए हैं ।

यह अलग बात है कि उनके जीवन शैली खेती पर आधारित मानव जाति के लिए वरदान है।

एक दूसरे पर निर्भरता नए युग की एक अनिवार्य आवश्यकता बन गई है और केंचुआ इसका एक उत्तम उदाहरण है

Mridula Agrawal, Author

“Wonderful, I am simply amazed with, not only your talent, but also the speed with which you churn out such interesting and informative pieces.

Do you take help from Google or AI? Even with all the help available it's not easy to write so much.”

My reply:

“Thanks, Ma'am.

I write almost daily for who knows when he'd tap at my back and tell, 'Time to come with me.'?😊

Yes, I try to read as much as possible on the topic. Sometimes it takes a few days, sometimes several weeks. I use Copilot, and sometimes ChatGPT, but basically to access authentic sources. Regards.”

Prof. Lalita Mathur

“What an amazing piece on such a seemingly insignificant , yet relevant topic,  Prasanna ! Excellent blog , very well written , as always . Loved the title , Friends of Earth " ( FOE). Was wondering what story could be spun around an earthworm !!!! Till I read it to the end , getting further convinced that brilliant authors like you could churn out the most engrossing stuff , holding the reader spellbound !

Congratulations ! Looking forward to many more !”

Me: Thanks, Ma’am for your kind appreciation.

Astik Mund, a friend

Tulasi Das calls earthworm ‘bhumi nagu’ (serpent of subterranean soil?). Here is the doha from Ramcharitmanas:

रामहि देखि रजायसु पाई। निज निज भवन चले सिर नाई।।

प्रेम प्रमोदु बिनोदु बड़ाई। समउ समाजु मनोहरताई।।

 

श्रीरामचन्द्रजीको देखकर और आज्ञा पाकर सब सिर नवाकर अपने-अपने घरको चले। वहाँक प्रेम, आनन्द, विनोद, महत्त्व, समय, समाज और मनोहरताको - ॥ २॥

 

कहि न सकहिं सत सारद सेसू । बेद बिरंचि महेस गनेसू ॥

सो मैं कहौं कवन बिधि बरनी। भूमिनागु सिर धरइ कि धरनी।।

 

सैकड़ों सरस्वती, शेष, वेद, ब्रह्मा, महादेवजी और गणेशजी भी नहीं कह सकते। फिर भला मैं उसे किस प्रकारसे बखानकर कहूँ ? कहीं केंचुआ भी धरतीको सिरपर ले सकता है । ॥ ३ ॥

Me: Thanks, Astik for sharing this gem. I didn’t know your read Ramcharitmanas, too.

Note: Most Odias read Jagamohan or Dandi Ramayan by Balaram Dasa.

C.P. Singh, colleague, and dear friend

Delhi-NCR’s air pollution is caused mostly by vehicular and industrial fumes, and not by stubble burning, commented C P. Singh. He is right. As per IITM data, stubble burning  accounted for only 0.92 per cent  of the PM 2.5 levels in Delhi from October 12 to 21, 2024.

(https://www.downtoearth.org.in/pollution/delhi-air-pollution-as-contribution-of-stubble-burning-declines-local-emissions-need-to-better-management)

Ruchi Chabra, Principal, DPS, Jammu

I liked how the article begins with the macrocosmic view of earthworms and smoothly transitions to realistic environmental concerns, eventually delving into microscopic issue of the “microbial genocide”. I thoroughly enjoyed this smooth glide that you brilliantly crafted for your readers. Your stand on elevating the stature of the earthworms and their habitat, calling them “soil engineers” that produce “ green manure”, instead of the usual base ‘earthworms producing vermicomposting,’ is strikingly correct! It’s surprising why nobody has ever thought of it this way? While there is lot of talk about respecting environment , your article lays bare the striking facts about earthworms and naturally evokes a new found respect for them. You could have also referenced to Sadguru’s Soil Movement here.

What an amazing and a brilliant thread!

Me: Thanks, Ruchi Ji for your thoughtful comments. I’m not aware of Sadguru’s Soil Movement, but will read up on it. Regards.


[i] Eisenia fetida, also known as the red wiggler or tiger worm, is a European species,  widely used in vermiculture and composting because of its ability to decompose organic material quickly.

[ii] Air Quality Index (AQI)- Delhi (as on 21 Oct 2024); Source: CPCB

        Air Quality: Very Poor

        AQI: 310

        Prominent Pollutants: PM (2.5): 36; PM (10): 40

[iii] Earthworms: Fascinating Facts

·      Species: There are about 7000 species of earthworms in the world, and  are found all over the earth except in permafrost or desert areas.

·      Longest: The former world record-holder in length was an earthworm named Dave with 15.7 feet length, who was dislodged by the current Guinness Book of World record-holder - one from South Africa with a length of 21 feet!

·      Ten Hearts: They have five pairs of hearts! These tiny hearts pump blood through their bodies.

·      Breathing: They don't have lungs. Instead, they breathe through their skin, which must stay moist to absorb oxygen.

·      Regeneration: They can regenerate lost segments if the injury is not too severe. But contrary to popular belief, cutting an earthworm in half doesn't yield two new worms.

·      Hermaphrodites: Each earthworm has both male and female reproductive organs. They still need a mate to reproduce, though.

·      Life-span: Some earthworms can live up to 8 years, depending on the species, and environmental conditions.

·      Digestive Powerhouses: They can consume up to five times their body mass every day, and in a year, process and break down about 10 tons of organic material per acre, significantly enriching the soil.

·      They're truly the unsung heroes of our ecosystem, silently toiling away beneath our feet.

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