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 11:35 | 22/Jun/2008 | 6 Comment(s)
Stand up for the Indian soldier


Someone forwarded this article to me, and I think it"s worth a thought , at the very least!

Stand up for the Indian soldier


Harsh V Pant

It is with a sense of disbelief that one hears the Indian minister of state for defence, sitting in his cozy air-conditioned seminar room, pontificating that "it is unbecoming" of former soldiers to protest against the treatment meted out to them by thegovernment. So here"s a non-soldier making a public protest. One hopes that itis not below the dignity of the minister to read this.

The minister would not have dared to make such a comment had the protestors been a part of his or his
party"s vote bank. The fact that the Indian armed services do not go public with their grievances does not mean that they do not have any concerns and the fact that they have been forced to come to the streets should make the minister and his government acknowledge how desperate the situation might be.



The Indian government is fooling itself if it thinks that by dragging its feet on the issue of the armed
forces dissatisfaction with the recommendations of the Sixth Pay Commission, it can make the issue
go away.



A country that refuses to respect its armed forces will eventually end up getting forces that will not
respect the nations" aspirations. A country makes a sacred contract with its soldiers that while he/she will lay down his/her life when called upon to do so, the nation will take good care of his/her and his/her family"s needs to the extent its resources would permit.



This contract underpins the very survival of a nation as when its territorial integrity and political
independence are under threat, the nation looks upon the only instrument that can protect
it -- its armed forces.



While all governments have to look for a considered bargain between their commitments and power and
between power and resources, a responsible government will always be aware of the serious implications of not spending adequate resources on defence.



The debate as it has been made out to be in some quarters between defence and development is a spurious one. Unless adequate provisions are made for defence, no state will be able to pursue its developmental agenda. This is much more important for a country like India that faces a unique security environment with two of its "adversaries" straddling it on two sides of its borders and problems on all
sides of its periphery.



A government can keep spouting pious rhetoric about global peace and non-violence but it realises
fully that force is the ultima ratio in international relations. Politics among nations is conducted in the brooding shadow of violence. Either a state remains able and willing to use force to preserve and enhance its interests or it is forced to live at the mercy of its militarily powerful counterpart.



Even Nehru, after neglecting defence for all the years after independence had to eventually
concede in 1962 that India"s military weakness "has been a temptation, and a little military
strength may be a deterrent."



The Indian public and press remain apathetic on defence issues. We make Kargil into a television spectacle, an opportunity for our journalists to try to show their temporary bravery by going to the frontlines for a few hours and getting the excitement of covering a war from the inside. And then when it is all over, our soldiers have been interred into their graves, we move on to new and more exciting spectacles -- to our song and dance reality shows and saas-bahu sagas, forgetting that soldiers are still on guard.



This is a nation that will cry with Lata Mangeshkar [Images] when she sings Aye Mere Watan Ke Logon but will not make any effort to understand the real problems and concerns of its soldiers. It is a sign of the highly skewed priorities of the Indian media that the rising turmoil and  dissatisfaction within the ranks of nations" armed forces is being given only perfunctory coverage.



It is an issue of nation"s very survival yet the media seems busy with its devotion of superficialities. Every rave and rant of Bollywood actors is religiously covered, detailed
dissection of seemingly never-ending cricket matches are conducted, exorbitant
pay rises in the corporate sector make it to the headlines but the one issue
that can make or break the future of this country is consigned to the margins.



We continue to pray at the altar of our false heroes while our real heroes continue to face neglect and
scorn.



The armed forces feel they have never got their due from various pay commissions over the years but the
government in its wisdom decided to keep the armed forces away from any representation in the latest Pay Commission. The dominance of bureaucrats meant that while the interests of the bureaucrats were well-recognised, the armed services once again ended up getting a raw deal.



The discontent is so serious that some of the best and brightest in our services have refused to go
for the Higher Command Courses and more and more are seeking an early retirement. Indian armed forces are desperately trying to fill vacancies as other professions are luring the young of the country.



Against the sanctioned strength of 300 per batch, the National Defence Academy finds that it can only attract 192 cadres this year. The same story repeats itself in the Indian Military Academy. A country that purports to be a rising power is facing a shortage of more than 11,000 officers.



The reason is pretty obvious: One can"t think of any major power in the world that treats its
soldiers the way
India does. It is indeed a sorry sight when India"s bravest have to literally cry out
for help from a callous politico-bureaucratic elite.



Our politicians remain more than willing to waste tax payers money by routinely boycotting Parliament and have never shied away from increasing their own pay and allowances, claiming
that they remain underpaid. Yet those who defend the sanctity of Parliament are
given a short shrift.



The abysmal knowledge of defence issues that pervades the Indian political class probably gives them an illusion that the country is being protected by divine blessings.



Political apathy and bureaucratic design are rapidly eroding the self-esteem of our forces. A functioning
liberal democracy needs a loyal soldier that can take care of the state"s security, allowing the state to look after its citizenry. In
India, the State is gradually withering away, all that"s left is the loyal soldier. How long will this soldier, under siege from all sides, remain steadfast to its commitments, is a question all Indians should seriously ponder on.



Dr Harsh V Pant teaches at King"s College London



You can read the article with comments here




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 08:56 | 25/Mar/2008 | 17 Comment(s)
Lake View


My fourth oil painting, and one of the reasons why I don"t blog regularly :-)


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 20:49 | 7/Sep/2007 | 34 Comment(s)
Sketch

This is me as I used to be...

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 22:59 | 1/Sep/2007 | 4 Comment(s)
Kiss to Build a Dream On

Sound familiar?

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 00:18 | 19/Aug/2007 | 11 Comment(s)
Shall We Dance?




She  loved to dance,  he loved to just listen to the music.

The music  was moving up a notch from "foot tapping" to "lets hit the floor" .

She was looking around for him, wondering what kind of a dancer he would
turn out to be, IF he asked her to dance. He was standing by the bar, a
drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, talking to some
friends, not looking her way. She didn’t know whether to swallow her
pride and ask him ,or to give him the silent treatment later. Before
she could make up her mind, a friend of his asked her to dance, and she
said “Yes”. They  had just begun to dance, when  he reached
them, smiled at his friend and cut in , to dance with his wife. She
couldn’t stop smiling after that because she was dancing with him.


They had been married for four months and this was their first dance. She
felt as if this was how things were going to be between them, that he
would probably nevertake the first step unless pushed, but she was happy that  he would..... eventually.


She was both right and wrong, for , you see, although he rarely asked her
to dance , they were never missing from the dance floor when either of
their favourite songs were playing.




































































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 23:07 | 15/Aug/2007 | 2 Comment(s)
CAUTION: RETROBLOG AHEAD








I cant sing,but I can embed---music from You Tube---so be warned unwary Ilander,from now on this space is going to be "RETROBLOG". In case you didn"t know already, the video will run intermittently the first time you try to play it, so if you want to hear the song the way it should be heard, play it a second time. Anyway, enough said, here"s a golden oldie I grew up listening to:)

















Oh and by the way, IF you want to hear a slightly different version of this song, you should  click here

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 19:38 | 15/Aug/2007 | 2 Comment(s)
Just an Illusion




One of my favourite 80"s tracks....Enjoy









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 00:40 | 19/Feb/2007 | 23 Comment(s)
One


















In the still of the night, life is



A bunch of clichés


The house is too neat,


No shoes trip my feet,


No wet towel on the bed,


No papers spread on the table,


No early morning alarm


to curse


No you to nudge and shake


I am alone


Wide awake



so when you called


I said



Hi, I am fine. Yeah, I managed to sleep at night. No didn’t cry , kept the bathroom light on and a knife under my pillow. So, do you know when the course will be over? Any chance of coming back earlier? Ok Ok , I know it hasn’t even started yet…..Yes I know, I'll get used to it...



I meant



I miss you.





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 20:59 | 9/Jan/2007 | 19 Comment(s)
Name Tag



A while back, I had written apost which briefly touched on the touchy subject

of married women and their names. In this post, I had put forth my view point, namely that I did not mind changing my surname post marriage. One of the interesting comments on that was from a lady, whose view point was a little different from mine.


At the time, I was a quite busy in the real world, so I didn’t really take up the issue immediately. However, in the spirit of better late than never, here’s my rejoinder, as applicable to me –


Before I got married, I used to be known as Monishikha Bhattacharya. Now , I prefer Monishikha Roy-Choudhury as opposed to Monishikha Bhattacharya Roy-Choudhury.


Why? Well, I could say that filling out the name column of forms was hard enough with my maiden name, so I’d rather not complicate matters with my full name ;).


Now, one may ask, why drop the maiden surname and keep the married surname. My answer to that:


Legally , I am Mrs Monishikha Roy-Choudhury nee Bhattacharya ,a fact which I knew and accepted as an adult . In the environment that I live in (i.e.an Air Force campus) ,I do, by virtue of being married to my husband who is an IAF officer, and whether I like it or not , for official purposes, I am Mrs Roy-Choudhury . In the social context, i.e. in ALL my interactions with friends, neighbours and Air Force acquaintances, I don’t use a surname, I am Mini or Monishikha, depending on who I am talking to. Both of these are names given to me by my parents, and I like them enough to use them with pride.


As far as being known as somebody’s wife is concerned, well, for a large part of my life ,I was known as my parent’s daughter to their friends, Mini to mine, and Monishikha to my teachers. When I was living alone , my colleagues knew me as Monishikha Bhattacharya, my friends still knew me as Mini. Post marriage, my husband’s friends as well as mine, know me as Mini, and some of them are in fact , amazed to find out that I have another name too.


So whether you know me as Mini, Monishikha , or Monishikha Roy-Choudhury nee Bhattacharya, I AM an ever-changing sum of many factors, such as my genes, upbringing, values , thoughts, ideas ,interactions with my parents, sibling, spouse , society etc., and the “adoption” or “rejection” of my husband’s surname does not add to or detract from who I am.





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 01:03 | 5/Jan/2007 | 10 Comment(s)
Re-Beeing-The-Bee



We are finally back home after a month long vacation with both our families, which means there's a

Dusty house to be cleaned
Cockroaches to be chased
Maid to be tackled
Groceries to be restocked
Meals to be cooked
The blues to be chased away...


An "Adult" me to be dug up out of somewhere....


and maybe an actual blog to be written sometime



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