Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Can the Lalbaugcha Raja controversies be avoided? - my humble opinion

Every year, Lalbaugcha Raja, the most famous Sarvajanik Ganapati Mandal in Mumbai, attracts some controversy or another. This year was no different. Today, I stumbled across a shocking news article claiming that a Woman was thrashed by lady cops at Lalbaugcha Raja.

The article shocked me because I had an entirely different experience when I visited Lalbaugcha Raja this Saturday (26/09/2015)

To set the record straight, while I am a devotee of Ganapati Bappa, I am no big fan of the Ganapati Festival. The ecological impact of it is against my ideologies. And it is my personal belief that God is omnipresent. I believe that my prayers will reach Bappa, whether I pray to Him at Lalbaug, or at my home. So I have never ever been to Lalbaug. But this year, my wife, a devout believer of Lord Ganesha, really wished to visit Lalbaugcha Raja. And as every married man will tell you, no ideal, however strong, can hold sway against the wishes of one's better half.

So we decided to visit Lalbaug this year. I had already heard the horror stories - long queues, 5 to 8 hours waiting time, hordes of devotees, unruly crowds, arrogant organizers. So I was very apprehensive. Especially because my mother decided to accompany us. She suffers from Arthritis, and I was not sure how she would be able to cope with the long wait and the huge crowds.

We got up at 4:30 am, left home by 6:00 and reached Lalbaug by 7:00. Asking around for the way to the Mukh Darshan Line, we were directed through a cordoned off area by helpful police officers. We were all in a haste to get into the line quickly, and in that haste, my mother stumbled and fell. Before I could even lend her a helping hand, we were quickly surrounded by 3-4 policemen (including lady constables), some fellow devotees and few organizers. With all the helping hands and encouraging words, my mother was soon back on her feet. A policeman vacated his seat and asked my mother to please take some rest. An organizer pointed me to a direction at the back and said they had first aid available there. But my mother would have none of it. Holding her and walking slowly, we joined the Mukh Darshan Line. As we made slow but steady progress, the giant statue of Ganapati Bappa soon came into view, with the morning sun streaming down it's golden rays from above the pandal roof. I am no religious person but it was a sight to behold.

The Mukh Darshan line (or lines, for it was like wave after wave of people) was crowded, but organized and calm. People were taking photographs of Lalbaugcha Raja. And there were shouts of "Ganapati Bappa Morya" every few minutes.

We got the Darshan in 15 minutes flat! A lot of people who visit Lalbaug every year, claim that we were very lucky indeed.

And now when I read the news article today, I wonder what went wrong. I found the policemen and the organizers very cooperative when we visited Lalbaug. Why would they be so rude to this lady?

The video shows only what the police did to the lady. It casts no light on what instigated the police to be so harsh with her. If one reads the article carefully, it clearly states the police version of the story: "The footages which have gone viral show only one side of the story – what happened inside the gate. But, in her attempt to get inside, Goswami misbehaved with those cops. She had been threatening them that she is a black belt in karate and had been abusing the three women constables constantly. So, the three women cops got angry and took her to the police station."

So the woman was rude to the police. But that does not give them the right to man-handle and assault her? As Mugdha Kapoor states in her article "
Nothing, absolutely nothing, gives the cop the right to so brutally thrash someone." I would have completely agreed with her, but for my better experience at Lalbaug on Saturday.

Please bear with me for a while and read on, before you troll me. Lets look at it from the point of view of Police and the Organizers.

They are working around the clock, under severe pressure, day in and day out. Their orders are clear. Avoid any mishaps, accidents and threats. Its no small responsibility. The Wikipedia article about Lalbaugcha Raja claims that "over 1.5 million people visit this Ganesh Pandal daily". If this figure is to be believed, it means that on an average, nearly 62500 devotees visit every hour (taking into consideration all 24 hours of the day), i.e. about 1042 devotees every minute, i.e. about 17-18 persons visiting the pandal every second. Considering that it takes about 3-5 seconds to take Bappa's Darshan and move on, the organizers are tasked with moving away 52-86 people every 3-5 seconds. This is no joke. It is an organizational and security nightmare. We are aware that fatal accidents are common due to panic and stampede at pilgrimages and religious places. Happens every year someplace or the other, not only in India but throughout the world. The policemen and the organizers have the massive task of avoiding such a mishap. While we are busy enjoying the festival, these guys are tasked with long and tension-filled duties. Under such pressurizing circumstances, frayed nerves can lead to violent reactions. 


That does not give them the right to raise hands on the common man. I agree. But as the article states, the lady misbehaved with the police. The video does not show what the lady said that incited such violent reaction from the police. But the pressure under which they are working, they are bound to snap some time or another. I understand that standing in line for hours and hours, watching VIPs getting preferential treatment, can be a very frustrating ordeal. Which is probably what pushed the poor lady to be rude and abusive with the police constables. But standing guard over such a huge crowd can be a very trying ordeal too. As Lee Child says in Nothing to Lose: "A crowd (big enough)... was the largest animal on the face of the earth. The heaviest, the hardest to control, the hardest to stop". And the police and the organizer have to deal with a massive, sometimes unruly crowd every day for 10 days. Can we claim that we have never snapped like this in crowded local trains or buses? It is human. As human as the lady getting angry after a grueling long wait in the line. 

When we visited the pandal, it was not very crowded (comparatively speaking). So the organizers and the police were at their best behaviour. If the crowd is small and manageable, then even these public and voluntary servants will be able to give their best.

I am not condoning the assault done by the Police on the poor lady. But all I am saying is they are human too and such things happen. It is not entirely their mistake. It is also the mistake of so many devotees that visit the pandal every year.

If you are a devotee of Ganapati Bappa, please pardon me for any atheistic comments that follow. But is it really mandatory to visit Lalbaugcha Raja every year? Is it not true that Ganapati Bappa resides in the heart of every true devotee? Then why the insistence on visiting Lalbaugcha Raja every year? If you visited one year, then give it a pass for 2-3 consecutive years. Let other newbee devotees enjoy the Bappa's darshan with lesser hassles and under better conditions. It would be a great act of charity on your part and would really help out your fellow die-hard devotees of Lalbaugcha Raja. It would also help the police and the organizers to better serve and manage the crowd if it is smaller in size. If everyone follows this simple rule, then I hope and feel that Lalbaugcha Raja will not be a center of controversies that it is purported to be every year...

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Don't Panic!

"It is said that despite its many glaring (and occasionally fatal) inaccuracies, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy itself has outsold the Encyclopedia Galactica because it is slightly cheaper, and because it has the words "DON'T PANIC" in large, friendly letters on the cover." - from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

9:38 am... A week day. I am on my way to the office.

I am running late. ("running" being the word that would best describe the activity I am trying to do at that very moment)

I have to catch the 9:43 Andheri Local. Sweating, panting, with limbs aching from exertion they are not used to, I reach the railway station only to realize that I just missed my Andheri train. How bloody consistent. The indicator says the next train is 9:50 Churchgate (Slow). I have to catch this one. Otherwise I will be late for sure. 

I scramble up the escalator, running up the ascending stairs past other passengers (for once the escalator isn't blocked). I dash across the foot-over bridge, as fast as my typical couch-potato-figured torso will allow. And try to descend with paramount haste, the staircase which would lead me to my destination platform. The railway station is undergoing renovation, and one of the staircases has been blocked. So everyone has to use this single staircase. People are ascending from one side, descending from the other. There is bottle-neck at both the ends of the staircase... I curse the railway authorities as I am forced to tread slowly, caught in the throng of people descending in a single file... Every other second I am watching for any signs of the oncoming train...


Finally I reach the platform before the train does... A big WHEW (in caps and bold and italic too)


Spectacles, mobile phone and wallet safely tucked away in the shoulder bag, I await the train... As the train arrives, my body goes rigid. I travel by train everyday. And yet, every time I see the crowd of passengers hanging out the doors, a sudden inexplicable panic grabs hold of me. The fact that I have to get in, at one side of the compartment (the portside, if I could borrow the nautical term), and get down at the other side (the starboard side) in Andheri, all within a span of 7-10 minutes, does not give me any comfort. Instead it adds to my already mounting panic.

As the train slows down, the people hanging at the door start jumping out. By the time the train has stopped, we rush to the door. Very few people (comparatively speaking) get down here. Thus there is very little space to accommodate the many passengers like me who are about to board the train. I rush along with all the herd, and get in (another big WHEW!). And stop right there...

The train is already crammed with so many couch potatoes and their sacks, just like me. And we are all stuck somewhere near the portside door of the compartment where we got in. As is usually my custom, I ask the guy right in front of me whether he is going to get down at Andheri. But unlike most other times, the guy says No. My panic rides up another notch. I ask him to give me some space so I can crawl ahead. He shifts a little. I push a little. But the train's too crowded. I can hardly manage any headway. Then I ask another person ahead and to the right of me. He has headphones stuffed up his damned ears. I ask him multiple times, but I might as well be asking a mannequin. 

Now my panic is threatening to burst out the compartment ceiling... What if these two idiots in front of me don't move and I am unable to get down? There are people behind me asking (at the top of their voices I might add) whether I would be getting down at Andheri. Their panic adds to mine... I start struggling to find some leeway to move ahead... A tiny inch here, a little gap there... But to no avail... I turn this way, then I turn that. My bulky sack slung over each shoulder and perched ahead of me like a Baby Carrier isn't helping my struggle at all. One of the two idiots (the one not impaired by the headphones on his ears) starts grumbling. But I would not have it. My panic would not allow me to rest...

Finally someone behind me starts yelling at me to stop struggling. I turn around. My panic is about to give way to read-hot anger. But the guy has softened his voice and is now trying to convince me that struggling will not help me at all. Lot of people will get down at Andheri. If anyone comes in between, we will all push him and make way to get down at the station. Not to worry. I am tempted to turn back and answer him that it is not just for my benefit, but for theirs too, that I am going to all this trouble... But I let it pass. What's the use? Instead I just let go of all my steam... Just like that... Like someone deflated  a balloon that was me. I go slack. I loosen my hold on the hand-bars. My breathing slows down a little... It takes some time for my anger to simmer down. And with it, my panic too...

And sure enough, with quite a bit of struggle, a big push here, a huge shove there, panting, grunting, sweating and swearing, I do manage to get down at Andheri railway station... A huge WHEW!...

As I walk towards the Bus stop, I mull over my lesson learned today... Panic is inevitable in everyday pressures. Worries about bad things that may happen add to it. But giving in to panic does not help in any way. I remember what Mark Twain had once said: "I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them never happened". What a truly perceptive observation. An how aptly it related to my situation today... Then and there I decided that I would learn how to stop worrying and start living, even if I never get a chance to read the book by Dale Carnegie...

With this little nugget of wisdom, I make my way towards the bus stop. I can see the bus standing there. Everyone has already boarded it. Its about to move. Can't let that happen! What if the next bus comes in late? Can't afford to miss this bus. As the bus begins to leave the stop, with mounting panic, I start running...

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

The Anthem

14 August...
A Friday...
Independence Day celebration in our office...

No, we are not Pakistanis. Our office is in Mumbai, and we are all very much Indian, thank you...
But next day would be a Saturday. The blessed weekend...
And what's the point of calling it an "Independence Day" if we are asked to report to office on that day, especially if it's a Saturday?

So we were celebrating our Independence Day one day in advance. Tri-coloured balloons hung from the ceiling. Little paper flags, that we all found placed at our desks in the morning, now adorned everyone's chests. A small flag was hoisted on a makeshift little pole in our lobby. (And I am sure the same must have been true for almost every office in India. Being Patriotic appears to have become a fashion nowadays, I think. The enthusiasm with which offices everywhere celebrate the event one day in advance proves this, does it not? Otherwise, why not just let everyone celebrate the Independence Day in their own independent ways on the actual day itself? Why does it have to be an office event?)

Our HR sent us a broadcast to please stand up together at 12 noon, and sing the National Anthem to honour the upcoming Independence Day.

12 noon came and went, and nothing happened. Maybe they were planning to play the national anthem on the office speakers but were unable to do so due to some glitch. So another broadcast told us that the event was postponed till 12:30.

As the small hand of the clock pointed upwards and the larger one pointed straight down, we got the final broadcast to please stand up and start singing, pronto.

Most of us, busy earning our daily bread, were caught off-guard. It was nearly a full minute before, one by one, we all stood up...

And just remained standing like that... 

I was looking at the guy opposite me. He looked at me briefly. Then looked down at his desk. Everyone was looking around, or some were trying not to. Some looked confused, some amused. We all were waiting for someone to start singing. And we would all follow suit...

But no one began singing... The dumb silence stretched on for more than a minute. It was as if we were standing in silence paying our respect at someone's sad demise. I almost felt like laughing. But the very next moment I felt guilty about it. I was nearly red in my face. I wanted to start singing, but couldn't find the guts. I don't know why... Finally my neighbour got frustrated and sat down. Some of us followed suit. I whispered to my neighbour "What was that about? Shouldn't we be singing??" A student of the same "Old School" as I am, his frustration was clear as he said "Someone should have at least started..."

Finally something came over me. Before I could lose my suddenly discovered modicum of courage, I said, "Come on, at lease we should start..." We both got up. Most of my colleagues were still standing. I looked at my neighbour. But he stayed silent. So I let go of my qualms and started singing. And everyone followed suit. It was like a balloon had burst...

Once upon a time, we used to sing the Anthem with a pride in our voices (this was more than two decades back when I was in school). Standing at attention, backs ramrod straight. Words used to flow out of our mouths loud and clear. Time was when I knew each and every word by heart. Today, I don't remember a few words. And I am sure same is the case with my colleagues. For we were all mumbling the Anthem, not really singing it out like we meant to with our whole hearts. Voices were subdued, words unclear. All of us couch potatoes, standing with slack backs and a slumped lazy posture... It was like we were performing just another ritual - doing it for the sake of doing it.

We finished singing the Anthem, and as I sat back, I considered what had happened. I mean its our "National Anthem", for crying out loud. Should we not be proud of it? Proud enough to sing it naturally and without hesitation? We don't mind sharing conspiracy theories about it over the social media. We don't mind being forced to sing it every time we go to the Cinema Halls, for no good reason at all. But why do we feel so hesitant to begin singing our own National Anthem???