Thursday, 5 March 2015

in other words


over our usual drinks tonight, 
a friend said:

"kaivittu cycle chavittunnavanu aare pedikkanam?
vazhiyil nilkunnavar sradhichaal pore?"...

another added:
"bhrandhan nayinenthu pokkaru haji?"....

(the cyclist, both hands off the handle-bar, whom should he fear?...
isn't it the botheration of the man in the street?

in other words,
to the mad dog, what if it is pokkeru haji?)

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An apostle...?


The Hoot story (http://www.thehoot.org/web/Paid-news-in-The-Hindu-/8122-1-1-5-true.html ) given linked to my previous post 'whistleblower' has, as of this morning, elicited 18 comments, of which a few are about me. Those who have read Vaikom Mohammed Basheer's story 'Viswavikhyathamaya Mookku' (The World Renowned Nose) can understand my condition at this moment when I confess I feel very much like the protagonist of the story. A man in deep penury, he finds one fine morning his nose had overnight grown an inch longer. It keeps growing and, within a few days, is dangling down four feet to touch his knees. The news spreads like wildfire and people make a beeline to his small abode in the village to see his wonder nose. He becomes famous. The media is all the time after him, seeking tidbits about his daily routines. They want his reaction to all major developments in the world. The Prime Minister resigns. The story is incomplete without Mookkan's reaction. "What does Mookkan say about it," they all ask. There are also others who are Mookkan's critics. They spread the scandalous story that Mookkan's nose is "rubber nose," a fake one.



I give below a comment to The Hoot story by one Mr. K. Balakrishnan Nambiar putting forth the rubber nose theory. Mokkan's reaction to the allegation follows.



'A rubber nose,' says Nambiar


Call it collective or selective amnesia, but however much Mr.Roy Mathew and Mr.Sunil Nair feign ignorance, it is evident they are trying to cover up the track record of a person like Venugopal who was twice removed from his beat in TheHindu for his slanted reports, the first time on V.S.Achuthananthan and the second time in connection with a land grab case involving his soninlaw's family. It does not take an investigative journalist to unearth this fact, it is a fact known to everyone in the media fraternity in TVM. It is a shame to uphold this person as an apostle of journalistic ethics.
-- K.Balakrishnan Nambiar
                     Date - Tuesday, 03 Mar 2015, 22:52:32





Mookkan refutes allegation:
Referring to K. Balakrishnan Nambiar's comment, it has become necessary for me to clarify the following points. I was never removed from covering any 'beat' I was assigned to cover while I was working with The Hindu. I was not covering Left politics. So the question of my being removed from a 'beat' for my "slanted reports on Achuthanandan", former Chief Minister and CPI(M) leader, does not arise. It is very easy to check whether I had written even a single "slanted report" for his political benefit by googling the words 'The Hindu', 'Venugopal' and 'Achuthanandan'. Relating to the "land grab" issue, it is a case now before the Supreme Court of India. It was doing the rounds in the High Court of Kerala at the time of my daughter's marriage to Sajo Joseph, an architect, in 2008. The proprietors of the estate involved in the litigation won the case both before a Single Bench and Division Bench of the High Court and the officials involved have also been found guilty of contempt of court. The officials are defending the contempt of court charge against them in the Supreme Court. As a matter of professional propriety, I kept myself off the environment beat during the time the case was being heard by the High Court. I resumed covering forests and environment only after the verdict came from Division Bench of the High Court in March, 2012, unequivocally finding that the land involved in the case is not forest encroachment. Any reader can google the words 'The Hindu', 'Venugopal' and 'forests' to check whether I have ever violated the chastity of this 137-year-old paper for the benefit of land grabbers, or anyone else, during my 36-year career in The Hindu. My Nambiar, with the assistance of those in the newspaper wanting to cast aspersions on my conduct as a journalist, can do a thorough research to come out with even a single report under my byline favouring land grabbers. In fact, they will come across several reports in which I had exposed land grabbers. This controversy is not my creation. I quietly chose to go out because the kind of stories I used to break until three years ago are not possible now. An the bad working environment was affecting my health. I am peacefully baby-sitting at home now, looking after two grandchildren. I had tried to intimate the editor about the bad tendencies now in the newspaper and how difficult it has now become to work with dignity, but the systems that used to exist in the paper earlier for correction are no longer working. Good stories are being killed in the womb due to mysterious reasons. One cannot even discuss a story idea at the Bureau meeting. The Hoot, if they think it proper, can publish the two letters I had written, the first one to Mr. Varadarajan and the second to Ms. Malini Parthasarathy and Mr. Ravi. These letters are about far more serious issues than the issue brought up by the government report mentioned in this report. I have no axe to grind. I will be happy if the editor initiates a thorough inquiry into what is happening--and the Managing Editor named in my letters should not be entrusted with the inquiry, if at all the editor wants to have the truth.
-- P. Venugopal
Date - Wednesday, 04 Mar 2015, 13:22:58


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Saturday, 28 February 2015

whistleblower...?

there is mention in the linked story published in The Hoot about the 'whistleblower' role i had played in The Hindu to bring to the notice of the editor certain unhealthy tendencies in the newspaper. i opted to retire from the newspaper two years ahead of my normal time of retirement because good journalism was becoming impossible and there was no point in hanging around...

this is the link: http://www.thehoot.org/web/Paid-news-in-The-Hindu-/8122-1-1-5-true.html

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Friday, 20 February 2015

Hale and hearty


Today cardiologist C.G. Bahuleyan reviewed the condition of my heart and said: "Remarkable!"

Pumping perfect, pulse rate 62... All other parameters good.

The picture shows us Press Club Heroes just before the start of our match against Asianet Cable Vision at the annual Press Club Cricket Tournament day before yesterday. I am the white beard in the front row with the cricket bat on his lap. The other team members are the tigers of the journalist's profession here.

I opened the bowling for our team sending down two well-directed overs. My line and length were as perfect as always. Didn't get any wicket, but conceded only nine runs. I was the second most economical bowler in our team.

I also contributed four runs off two balls. A cameo, they all said. The first ball I faced was dispatched off the back foot through the cover for a boundary. The second ball I stepped out and lifted clean over the long on boundary. But the wind was blowing in from the opposite direction and blew the ball back for a fielder to catch me on the boundary line.

Chasing, our team scored 60 runs in the allotted eight overs and lost the match by just one run. The highlight our innings was a 31-run knock by Ajayan (beaming from the middle of the second row). It was heart-stopper of a match, said everyone who had the good fortune to watch it. The result hung in the balance till the last ball.

Amrita TV, a young team with the players' average age 27, won the trophy for the third consecutive year this time. The Press Club Heroes, whose average age is 47, was knocked out of the tournament in the league stage itself but you can be sure we will be back with a bang next year. We were known as Kapil's devils once upon a time. They still talk about my whirlwind 96 way back in 2001, a five-wicket haul in one over the same year by Shyam (the bespectacled player sitting just behind me) and a tumbling catch by Prasannan (the bearded man at the right end of the spectrum gesticulating with his hands as though to say he would like to put himself in quotes)...

That catch off the last ball of the match in deep third-man in the year of our Lord 1999 led to the only tied match in the history of this tournament. Prasannan had the sun in his eyes. Still, tumbling all over, he caught the ball on third or fourth attempt.

...One must admit that, over the years, we all have slowed down a bit. But we propose to work on it and give a better account of ourselves next year.

My next health review is in August.

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Friday, 13 February 2015

concentration

have you ever seen a cobra up close with its hood raised, spread full?

if you can detach yourself of your fear of its killing venom, the raised hood will seem like a benediction.

it is as though some Godly presence is showering its blessings on you. the wonderful pattern on its hood glistens magically. the beads that are its eyes hold you mesmerised. its tongue darts out and darts in, creating a blur that is the pinpoint of concentration.

today i listened to Swami Sarvapriyananda. please listen to him yourself. given below is the link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGswR0tMqCM

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Tuesday, 10 February 2015

going deaf

journalism is an extremely ego-inflating profession. as i had noted in a previous post on this blog, i gave up my life in the profession at the end of 2014 and am becoming an ordinary person very fast. the toxins i had gathered into my body and mind are gradually draining out. i can feel the ripples settling down and soon the lake will be as still as a sheet of mirror.

my mobile phone is generally silent. if i want to hear its ringing when i am home, i have to dial the number from my land phone. and if it rings when i am out of home, the chances are ten to one it will be ambi asking whether i won't reach home soon. my only duty is to help her look after our grandchildren. i am doing it wonderfully well and liking it--contributing mightily to the overall management of the turmoils of the world.

i am watching bubbles bursting one by one. without the faintest of pops are they bursting. only the visual aspect of the burst is there and no sound. it is as though one had suddenly gone deaf watching a fireworks display...the pooram festival...

up into the night skies a rocket climbs spiraling. then it bursts into a flash and one involuntarily winces expecting a deafening report. but there is no sound.

vedi pottiyal puka--just smoke when the cracker goes off.


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Saturday, 7 February 2015

temple visit

"did you go to a temple," asked my friend the vodka-and-lime, when we sat across the table at the cellar tonight.

"yes," i said, putting my hand involuntarily to my sandal-paste-smeared temple. "today is my son's birthday. ambi took me to the temple."

"did you offer worship," asked my friend the atheist and the leftist, after taking a sip.

"of course, i did," i said. "i stood before the sanctum sanctorum with folded palms...as they all do."

and i added, giving the exact picture: "i didn't prostrate before the deity, as most others did."

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