I was returning home in the evening, stuck in a traffic jam somewhere near Andheri Subway, when dad rang.

Dad: Benazir Bhutto has been shot dead

Me: How ? ( i meant how would gunmen get past a security cordon… would she have the equivalent of Z level security)…. but it came out as how….

Dad: With a Gun – they killed her. Bast***s.

JD called next…..

JD: You Heard?

HC: Benazir?

JD: Yes. They shot her and then some suicide bomber blew the place up.. What a great story. (JD is a journalist and you need to forgive his ghoulish attitude towards news)

Next was K… a friend who is also a Sindhan.

K: Musharaff did it. He is the Modi of Pakistan. He can pretty much get away with murder.

HC: hmm..

K: I didn’t like her – that family was nasty to Sindhis, despite being Sindhi themselves.

HC: I had forgotten the Sindhi part…

The next was RM

RM – there are lots of people who hated her, the military, the mullahs, the mohajirs, Musharaf……..It could be anybody.

HC – or it could be everybody !

RM – no that is not possible. They like us more than they like each other…

HC – thats not really saying too much….

RM – No it isn’t and the Hindutva nutcases want the entire f***ing nutcases back…..

before he could launch into how screwed up the ‘Akhanda Bharat’ policy was, i reached home and rung off

At home the folks were tuned to the BBC - the news was official. She was dead. A gun man/men shot her multiple times and a suicide bomber blew himself up just to make sure. As I was registering the news, SR called from Kerala (he is holidaying there) -

SR : Is it true? Benazir has been blown up..

HC: Yes. I saw it on the BBC….

Benazir Bhutto – rest in peace. And hopefully, the people of Pakistan will be catalyzed by this to throw out the Mullahs, Musharaf and the Military and take back their country.

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It is said that your first cameraman is like your first love … you never really forget him. He has seen you at your most vulnerable, your most insecure, and at that zone … where you are afraid of being laughed at.

It was my first shoot. I was supposed to get the curtain raiser ready for some show, and for that, the who’s who of our business were to be shot. The year was 1995, I was wide eyed and driven with a zeal to make the world a better place. Zed,a channel — that was supposed to reach learning to the majority and transform their lives — was my employer. And it was a goal that reached out and pulled out the idealist in me to the forefront. And, to compound everything I was fresh back after a decade in the UK, had very few friends back in India, had an obvious English accent, and was painfully reserved. My Hindi was rusty after a decade of non usage, and in many ways I felt like an outsider in my own country. And then I met Gaj -my cameraman for the shoot.

First impressions were a wiry, sun burnt, boy (he looked about 15), with a ready smile and a walk that suggested long hours on a horse…..He asked me what was to be shot. I told him. He asked how I wanted it shot….. and i looked at him and told him the truth. I know what i want to say, and how i want it said, but didn’t know really how to shoot it. He bobbed his head at me, and said “mein kis liye hoon” … mein karta hoon na ….mein aapko batata hoon ki mein kya kar raha hoon. ( what am i here for, i will take care of it, and will explain what i am doing to you). And true to his word he did. He taught me how to frame, how to transit, how to compose, exposure control, zebra lines, practically the basics of every aspect of filming. And he became my friend. Until then I had bosses, mentors, colleagues. My school time friends had moved on and I was just about getting used to the family again.
He was my cameraman for many of my shoots.He was a safe pair of hands, who had a great earthy sense of humour and a certain jauntiness that relieved the tension in most situations. As most cameramen in those days, he moonlighted extensively. He had this dream of buying a house in Delhi and was saving away money for it. He used to literally shoot One day on one of our shoots we heard a strange noise – like a drill going off and on and off again. On further investigation we found the soucee -Gaj asleep on a thermacol board behind the set, exhausted from his extensive moonlighting. “yaar mujhe log bahut pakate hai … aur mein unhe mana nahi karsakta ..” he said when asked why he worked so much.

We lost touch for a year or so in 1997, and when I met him again towards the end of 1998 the sun burnt appearance had gone to be replaced by a yellowish pallor. He had begun drinking and drinking heavily. Really really heavily. I sat with him and asked him what was wrong. He laughed and said nothing is wrong “peeta hoon toh jeeta hoon” ( i live if i drink) with a filmy ishtyle and began laughing as though the filminess was embarrassing. He joined us at Zed – he was the cameraman who would work with the first time directors – his compassion, his ability to share knowledge and not throw tantrums with the most nervy directors, were the right qualities that were needed to nurture the confidence of new talent.

When Zed shut down, Gaj moved back to freelancing. He moved to Delhi began doing very well. By then we had started Cogito, and he worked with us on and off. I met him about 6 months ago — he had come to the office. He was still more yellow than brown — the yellow of a damaged liver. He claimed that he had cut down … but

….. yesterday as I came into office, i came to know that he had died in the morning. His kidneys had given up, and passed away. He was 35.

I wish I was a better friend.

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I am not shedding tears at the death of Saddam. Nor is this a rant on the inappropriateness of the death sentance. Instead it is a lament for justice.

‘Justice’ that is delivered without due process being followed is vigilantism - and there is no worse example for Democracy (let’s not forget that Iraq was invaded to restore Democracy) – than a seeming kangaroo court delivering a pre ordained sentance. This is not the poster campign for the ‘restoration of Democracy’.

To say that the Americans and the British have screwed this one up beyond measure is an understament beyond compare.

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I lived in Great Britain between 1986 and 1994, where I studied Economics and then Communication Policy. I was there during the height and then the decline of the Thatcher era. I would think that it would be impossible to be studying Economics, understanding sociology and living in Thatcher’s Britain and not be influenced by Milton Friedman

Friedman turned the attention of policy makers from complex calculations involving various macro economic indicators – to the most simple point of control in the economy – the consumer. He advocated putting choice back in the hands of you and me and reccommended that all barriers to our decicion making be dismantled – this included taxation, government regulations, and social restrictions – leaving us free to make our choice out of our own free will.

His conviction that:

Nobody spends somebody else’s money as carefully as he spends his own. Nobody uses somebody else’s resources as carefully as he uses his own. So if you want efficiency and effectiveness, if you want knowledge to be properly utilized, you have to do it through the means of private property.

is an idea that transformed economies. I have personally seen it in action both in Britain and in India. The freeing up of credit, the lowering and rationalising of taxation, privatisation, the decrease in regulation, the rise of entreprenuership, the increase in choice & consumption and the growth in home ownership are probably the most visible aspects of the broad application of the monetarist policy.

Have I benefited through the broad application of Friedman’s thoughts to economic policies? The answer is a resounding yes. Has society as a whole benefited – the jury is still out on that. My personal view is that monetarist policies gave a great impetus to talent across the board. But, the gradual dismantling of safety nets in both the petri dishes of monetarism – Thatcherite UK and Reagan’s USA – have let too many in society slip through the cracks. My problem with the various applications of the monetarist tradition is not so much the disdain of the state (which I share), but a disregard for society. I remember Thatcher famously debunked society by claiming :

“There’s no such thing as society. There are individual men and women and there are families.”.

And much of the policies followed suit. The same was the issue with the US. And, today 20 years later, much of the problems that face both economies derive from the kind of policies adopted by the governments. While, Friedman was not an apologist for big business, primarily because he saw a lot of businesses act and influence policy in a manner that was against their long term self interest, those who adapted his theory into policy failed to see that.Consecutive administrations – in different parts of the world – that have paid tribute to his influence have essentially ended up dismantling inefficient government monopolies and replacing it with inefficient private monopoly. The freedom of choice that Friedman demanded for the consumer – remained a mirage in many cases.

Also both with Thatcher and Reagan, and the inheritors of their legacy – the disengagement within society was accompanied by an involvement in other societies – war and escalation of tensions. And, somehow war has a nasty habit of distorting economic results. It’s such a huge external factor in terms of Government spend, and brings money to various parts of the economy and tends to stimulate the economy as a whole. And both nations that adopted strongly monetarist policies to deal with their internal economy, ended up using a healthy bout of Keynesian Government spend in war involvements. So how much of the prosperity and growth in the UK and the US was due to unclogging bureaucracy and restrictions, and how much of it can be attributed to the good old war economy is something that both sides would fight till the cows come home.

The other genuine problem that I had with the tradition was how it saw economic freedom to be a pre requisite for political freedom – and seemingly condoned repressive dictatorships so long as they practised free market policies. And that is primarily because I believe that a stable and growing economy requires a stable society. Political repression leads to social instability, which in turn will cause economic uncertainty. Economic freedom, political freedom a sensible approach to social welfare/responsibility need to go hand in hand for creation of overall conditions that are conducive to citizens, business and consumers in the long run.

Despite this, Friedman’s vision of a free and unfettered economy formed the basis of many of the things that we take for granted today. The ability of consumers to take various providers to task, the n number of cell phone providers, the cost of calls dropping at an accelerating rates, variety in airlines, a choice of financial instruments, the ability to start a business, the facility to buy a home, the right to choose between many. But above all the legacy that he leaves for an ordinary person –is the ability to dream of achievement – and achieve it –without being strangulated by regulations.

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In another life time i went to Amsterdam. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away. There one of the places that i visited was Anne Frank museum. Like most people who visited – i came away with one question, how? How can people be so cruel. and of course Why?

It was about the time that i went through my Holocaust phase, reading and seeing anything that I could lay my hands on. Fiction, non fiction, trial notes the works. And it was there that i came across the work of Simon Wiesenthal – himself a victim of the Holocaust, a person who, after the war, worked tirelessly to ensure that Nazi’s were brought to trial.

Today when i read his obituary in the Guardian, i felt a personal loss.

“When the Holocaust ended in 1945 and the whole world went home to forget, he alone remained behind to remember. He did not forget. He became the permanent representative of the victims, determined to bring the perpetrators of the history’s greatest crime to justice.”

The man who made sure that people who committed the worst kinds of crimes against other humans did not get away with it. Someone who proved that a single individual can make the difference. I hope that his soul finds peace.

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This seems to be a month for obituaries of photojournalists. First there was Henri Cartier Bresson who passed away at the begining of the month. And today it is another great photographer Carl Mydans.
I wonder if there is a major event happening up there that requires the services of such wonderful observers of humankind.

Passing through a village in Pengpu, China

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he last of the giants passes on. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away – i went to see an exhibition of his work. Any thing that I say about his work will seem trite and trivial. So let me just post one of my favourite photographs – from Srinagar

Srinagar, Kashmir - 1948

Srinagar, Kashmir, 1948 – although it may have just as well been from pre – Biblical times.

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For me this year is marked by one person, whose belief in what should be right, led to his death.

Satyendra Dubey. Ironical, because Satyendra – in Sanskrit means the Lord of Truth. Rarely do you see someone living up to the weight bestowed by their name. But Satyandra Dubey did.

He spoke out – not to the press or the media or anything else that may make him rich or famous. He spoke to the highest powers in the nation, about how it was being systematically looted by powers that be.

His request. Keep my name secret. They will kill me.

His reward, a bullet to his body. Killed on a lonely road in Bihar.

The Government of India and the Government of Bihar are playing “not me, them” game. And while they fiddle this particular number, the system continues to implode with no one taking action.

It brings hope, in a seemingly valueless world, that people like Satyendra Dubey still have ideals and choose to act by them.

The symbol of India are three lions atop a pillar that bears the legend “satyameva jayate” – truth will always triumph.

I hope that in this case India stands up to what it proclaims.

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Last week two of my favourite writers – Hugo Young and Edward Said died.

Young was the political columnist for the Guardian, and Said was, well Said – probably the most prolific writer of his times. A scholar, an idealist, a supporter of the state of Palestine. Both were men of honour and integrity. Both wrote with compassion and righteousness.

I wonder if they both will meet at God’s great waiting room.

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