India needs to engage more, not less, with Pakistan to end conflict

If you are not part of the solution, then you are part of the problem,” wrote American psychiatrist Scott M Peck in his debut self-help magnum opus, The Road Less Traveled: A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values and Spiritual Growth. Selling 10 million copies since its publication in 1978 to become a global phenomenon, the book suggests we can be the solution by “delaying of gratification, acceptance of responsibility, dedication to truth, and balancing”. Millions across the world have by now chalked up a debt of gratitude towards it using its prescriptions to reboot their lives.
From this view, India’s response to Pakistan’s delinquency has been disappointingly dismal since Partition. To be sure, Pakistan’s de facto power holder — its army — has been obsessed with being a thorn in India’s side to keep it perpetually insecure and vulnerable. Mandarins in Islamabad have long admitted to their army’s role in seeding and nurturing deadly armed militancies in Punjab in the 1980s and Jammu & Kashmir since 1989. Indian fears that the ISI, Pakistan’s disingenuous spy agency, is reviving terrorism in the Kashmir Valley, as evidenced in the wanton killing of five Indian soldiers near the border on 6 August, may be well placed.
But is perpetual conniption with which India’s political and chattering classes respond to Pakistani intransigence any way to finding a solution? If it were, that solution would have fetched up long ago. Over the 66 years since they split, India has tried almost everything. Its military intervention broke up Pakistan in 1971. It defeated Pakistan in three other wars. It built nuclear bombs. Its diplomatic outreach helped to irrefragably expose Pakistan’s turpitude in fostering Islamic terrorism. And lately, India has sewed up a relationship with the US, which once blindly sided with Islamabad but has since the 9/11 terror attacks on its soil increasingly leaned on Pakistan to back off from confrontation with India.
Yet, the “Pakistan problem” festers. Can India do more for detente? Yes. It can offer a hand of genuine friendship with out-of-the-box steps backed by the full weight of its self-confidence. Those who believe Pakistan’s raison d’être is to undermine India would find the suggestion treacherous. But Peck would say India, too, is culpable by not being part of the solution. Apart from the extreme anti-India views of a minority (akin to the anti-Pakistan views of sections in India), Pakistan’s core gripes are a slew of psychological and real concerns that New Delhi can assuage with maturity.
Pakistanis tend to think — wrongly, of course — that, unreconciled to the Partition, India seeks to dismember Pakistan. With New Delhi pushing its foot ever deeper in the Afghan snow, Islamabad’s (not unfounded) fear of an Indian death grip around it has heightened. Its fear of hostile armies marching on both its east and west has obligated Pakistan to foster the Afghan Taliban to keep the region in ceaseless violence. Its failure to wrest Kashmir through wars and proxy insurgencies has whetted Pakistan’s resolve to intensify that conflict.
To build confidence in Pakistan and to foment lasting peace, New Delhi should consider a drawdown of its military presence in J&K subject to a treaty with Islamabad, with US nudge if need be, that bars Pakistani military action in that state (or Indian boots would swiftly return). It should push for a dialogue to negotiate disarmament with Pakistan like the US and the former Soviet Union once did. A new government with the participation of the separatists should be installed in J&K, with polls called soon after. India should seek to establish an India-Pakistan-Afghanistan consultation to foster peace after the US-led troops leave Kabul next year.
Alongside, India should radically rewrite its policy on people-to-people exchanges across social, cultural, educational and business sectors. It should facilitate seminars, conferences and exhibitions with tens of thousands participating. It should start the groundwork to flesh out a visa-free regime with Pakistan a la Europe and North America. Utopian? Imagine the unbounded power of an India-Pakistan compact, the energies it would unleash, the savings of billions currently spent on war preparedness. Albert Einstein had said a problem cannot be solved from the level of consciousness that created it. Rebooting India-Pakistan relations demands a new consciousness.
ajit@tehelka.com

Why is ‘Incredible India’ such a poor show?

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India is spectacular. This fact has been impressed upon the world for a decade now by the slick ‘Incredible India’ advertising campaign.
It’s all there on video, on billboards, on the sides of buses. The latest commercial features a smiling young woman practising yoga in the desert; boating on the Dal Lake; riding a vintage motorcycle in Ladakh; drinking fresh coconut water in Kerala; using one of our world-class airports; making earnest conversation at the Golden Temple; zorbing, paragliding, snowboarding, rock climbing and mountain biking; getting an oily massage at a luxury spa; drinking lassi in the blue city of Jodhpur; jostling onto a crowded bus in Kullu; swimming with an elephant; gawping at rhinos and tigers; playing chess in Varanasi; disappearing in clouds of coloured powder on Holi. All the while, during this hectic itinerary, she works on that most distinctive of Indian gestures: an ambiguous head-waggle.
Watching this, who wouldn’t want to travel to India, to partake of its wonders? The answer is not nearly as many as want to go elsewhere.
Tourism could have been a panacea for India’s economic woes: a source of both revenue and employment. But, according to the World Bank’s figures from 2011, Malaysia attracts nearly 25 million tourists, Mexico 23 million, Ukraine 21 million, Thailand 19 million, Singapore 10 million, Egypt 9.5 million. In sharp contrast, India attracts under 6.5 million visitors. Fewer than Indonesia. Fewer than Bulgaria. Only half as many as Poland. Vietnam, about the size of Madhya Pradesh, attracts just as many foreign tourists as India. A comparison with China, apparently India’s rival and de facto benchmark, is embarrassing. At 57 million foreign tourists a year, China is behind only the United States and France as the world’s most visited country. To add salt to India’s wounds, consider this: Venice alone has 6.5 million annual visitors, as many as all of India. According to the Mastercard Global Cities Index for 2013, Bangkok has overtaken London as the most visited city on the planet, among cities where visitors spend at least one night. Bangkok gets nearly 16 million visitors. It is the first of seven Asian cities — including Singapore, Dubai, Kuala Lumpur, Hong Kong, Seoul and Shanghai — that receive more visitors every year than India.
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‘Footfalls may seem low, but we still make nearly 2 percent of the global tourism revenue’

Although revenue from the industry has stagnated in the past few years, Tourism Minister Chiranjeevi has had a busy schedule since he took charge of the ministry in October 2012. He tells Ashhar Khan of the initiatives taken by his ministry to hard-sell India to global tourists and revive the fortunes of the industry.
 

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Why is ‘Incredible India’ such a poor show?

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India is spectacular. This fact has been impressed upon the world for a decade now by the slick ‘Incredible India’ advertising campaign.
It’s all there on video, on billboards, on the sides of buses. The latest commercial features a smiling young woman practising yoga in the desert; boating on the Dal Lake; riding a vintage motorcycle in Ladakh; drinking fresh coconut water in Kerala; using one of our world-class airports; making earnest conversation at the Golden Temple; zorbing, paragliding, snowboarding, rock climbing and mountain biking; getting an oily massage at a luxury spa; drinking lassi in the blue city of Jodhpur; jostling onto a crowded bus in Kullu; swimming with an elephant; gawping at rhinos and tigers; playing chess in Varanasi; disappearing in clouds of coloured powder on Holi. All the while, during this hectic itinerary, she works on that most distinctive of Indian gestures: an ambiguous head-waggle.

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Watching this, who wouldn’t want to travel to India, to partake of its wonders? The answer is not nearly as many as want to go elsewhere.
Tourism could have been a panacea for India’s economic woes: a source of both revenue and employment. But, according to the World Bank’s figures from 2011, Malaysia attracts nearly 25 million tourists, Mexico 23 million, Ukraine 21 million, Thailand 19 million, Singapore 10 million, Egypt 9.5 million. In sharp contrast, India attracts under 6.5 million visitors. Fewer than Indonesia. Fewer than Bulgaria. Only half as many as Poland. Vietnam, about the size of Madhya Pradesh, attracts just as many foreign tourists as India. A comparison with China, apparently India’s rival and de facto benchmark, is embarrassing. At 57 million foreign tourists a year, China is behind only the United States and France as the world’s most visited country. To add salt to India’s wounds, consider this: Venice alone has 6.5 million annual visitors, as many as all of India. According to the Mastercard Global Cities Index for 2013, Bangkok has overtaken London as the most visited city on the planet, among cities where visitors spend at least one night. Bangkok gets nearly 16 million visitors. It is the first of seven Asian cities — including Singapore, Dubai, Kuala Lumpur, Hong Kong, Seoul and Shanghai — that receive more visitors every year than India.
The truth about Indian tourism is that behind the confident smiles, the claims for rapid growth and unlimited potential, is the reality of too few hotel rooms, inadequate infrastructure, political indifference, mounting garbage, tawdry scams and violent crime, making the claims of ‘Incredible India’ seem as hollow as those of ‘India Shining’, another famously hubristic slogan. According to a Planning Commission draft report for the 12th Five-Year Plan (2012-17), the benefits of paying attention to tourism are significant. Tourism is the main source of foreign exchange for over a third of developing countries, and accounts for 30 percent of the world’s exports of commercial services. As an export category, it ranks fourth after fuels, chemical and automotive products. It is an industry that creates employment for groups that otherwise struggle to get jobs. In India, women account for 70 percent of the work force in the tourist sector; and nearly half of all tourism workers are under 25 years of age. According to the report, every million rupees invested in tourism creates 78 jobs compared to the 45 created by the manufacturing sector. In 2010, tourism accounted for 53 million jobs in the country.
In a period of economic downturn, as we struggle to generate jobs and growth, tourism is an industry that cannot be allowed to coast, to continue to underachieve and tout modest gains as proof of success. As of now, Indian tourism is a story of squandered opportunity. This is a country with thousands of kilometres of unbroken coastline and some of the world’s highest mountains. The landscape, flora and fauna are varied; the history is long and compelling. As the Minister of State for Tourism, Telugu film star K Chiranjeevi, said when he assumed office late last year: India has “everything, from mountains to backwaters to monuments”. But, he went on to ask, are we making full use of our natural advantages? The answer to that question, for all the illusion of progress since 1991, is a disaffected shrug.
Around the time that Chiranjeevi took over the ministry, the United Nations World Tourism Organisation (UNWTO) announced that annual global tourist numbers had crossed the one billion barrier. Of those tourists, India attracts a little over 0.6 percent. In 1991, according to MP Bezbaruah, former tourism secretary and India’s permanent representative to the UNWTO, the government had drafted an action plan that aimed at lifting India’s international tourist arrival figures to one percent of the global total by the turn of the century. “The year 2000 came and is now much behind us but we are still far away from achieving that objective. It’s not that we haven’t progressed, but we are in a dynamic world and others have simply grown faster,” he says. For India, the goalposts remain fixed and unmoving. Chiranjeevi’s stated goal is still to capture that magical one percent of global tourist traffic.

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According to the Planning Commission report, India should achieve that aim by 2017. It would require an annual growth rate of over 12 percent for the next four years. But India’s foreign tourist arrivals grew at only 5.4 percent in 2012. Cambodia and Laos, for instance, reported gains of 24 percent and 22 percent, respectively. To achieve those kinds of numbers, the tourism ministry would have to overcome decades of chronic mismanagement and apathy. As Ambika Soni, who was Minister of Tourism and Culture from 2006 to 2009, told Tehelka: “This was a ministry which was dismissed, as in ‘kisiko holiday dena hai toh tourism ministry’.” Subodh Kant Sahay, who was tourism minister until October 2012, said something similar, describing an assignment to the ministry as “tafri”, or time pass. Both former ministers claim to have professionalised the ministry in their time, but the scale of the task — to turn an underperforming bureaucracy into a lean, efficient, goal-achieving machine — is daunting, a logistical nightmare. The levels of coordination currently required between ministries and between state governments and the centre are byzantine. As a result, projects are often left half-done, never begun, or simply abandoned in a legal and political swamp.
Take, as a particularly egregious example, the fate of the Himalayan Ski Village (HSV). Back in 2006, a pair of American Indophiles unveiled their vision of a Himalayan winter wonderland. Alfred B Ford, a great grandson of Henry Ford, the founder of the Ford Motor Company, and his partner John Robert Sims, both prominent figures in the ISKCON movement, wanted to create an international standard ski resort in the towering mountains above Kullu district. The planned resort would rival anything tourists might find in the Alps. A slope, 14,000 feet high, a few kilometres from Manali, was picked out for a $300 million makeover. Designed to serve some 10,000 people at one time, over 100 acres were set aside for restaurants, spas, shops, villas, hotel rooms, what the resort’s website describes as “entertainment centres”, and a huge 20,000 square foot space to host conventions. HSV was going to be the largest foreign investment in Indian tourism, a sign of things to come for a booming economy. Himachal Pradesh was ready for its close-up.
Seven years later, the HSV remains a dream, bruised and tattered at the edges. Sims, the managing director, is embittered by the experience. For now, his plans for Swiss-style chalets, for ski lifts to ferry affluent tourists to the powdery slopes, are caught in the quicksand of Indian politics. “Tourism,” says Sims, “offers the best potential for hill states to prosper, yet it is an orphan child to hydro (electric) and other industries that create fewer jobs.” HSV is now reconsidering its investment. The project would have generated employment for several thousand people. Instead, says Sims, over the last few years tourism to Manali has declined. The airport that used to get a couple of flights a day now gets none. The skiers have moved to Kashmir.
Of course, it must be admitted that the HSV has been opposed by NGOs and local people concerned about the impact such a large, privately-owned resort might have on the environment, on resources vital to the people of the area. These concerns, though, are incidental to the politicians of the major parties who are embroiled in their favourite game of finger-pointing, politicking and buck-passing. For a while, after the project was approved by the ruling Congress government in Himachal Pradesh, everything had gone as planned. In 2006, an implementation agreement was signed, followed by a detailed project report in 2007. HSV then submitted an environmental management plan to the Ministry of Environment and Forests.
But when the state government changed, the company’s troubles started. The new government contended that HSV had been tardy in seeking environmental clearances, and sought to cancel the initial agreement. HSV took the government to court. In a 2012 ruling that was remarkably blunt, the Himachal Pradesh High Court observed that the company had complied with all requirements. The state government, it said, “had already made up its mind to cancel the project”. The notice it had issued was “merely a ritual”. The environmental and religious concerns might have been valid, but they needed to be addressed through dialogue with the company and local people. Instead, “Himalayan Ski Village simply became a football in the game of the politics of negativity,” says Sims. On 17 April this year, the state government withdrew its case against HSV, but the damage had been done.
The HSV debacle is a product of political uncertainty. Ultimately, the Central government’s schemes work only if the states choose to cooperate. Former minister Sahay points out that state governments often “allocate very few funds, around 3-5 crore, towards developing tourism. They, too, have to participate in the development process, build roads that connect to tourist spots.” An example of this infrastructural breakdown is the ‘golden triangle’ that strings together Delhi, Jaipur and Agra. It is one of the country’s most popular ‘circuits’, to use the term preferred by the tourism ministry.
Yet, its development has been haphazard, says Vikram Madhok, head of India operations for global travel company, Abercrombie and Kent, and vice-chairman of the Pacific Asia Travel Association’s India chapter. “You’ve created an excellent highway between Delhi and Agra but you haven’t connected it to the Taj, so tourists get stuck in massive traffic snarls in the city,” he says. “Neither are there connecting flights between Agra and Jaipur, or between other popular circuit destinations like Jaipur and Jodhpur.”
Even within Agra, little by way of infrastructure has been created for tourists. The city offers almost nothing aside from the Taj. Tourists rarely ever stay overnight. As a result, only a few hoteliers have ventured into Agra, creating, according to Madhok, the anomalous situation of a city with one of the world’s greatest monuments containing fewer than 1,000 hotel rooms for tourists, while Delhi, with over 11,000 rooms, has a glut. Sahay accepts this criticism too. “There is no nightlife for tourists in India,” he says. “After a day of sightseeing, tourists like to relax with dinner and cultural programmes. But there are so few choices. At best, there may be a light and sound show. So, why would any tourist stay overnight?”
The lack of tourist infrastructure hasn’t stopped the tourism ministry making ambitious plans. Replying to a question in Parliament, Chiranjeevi proudly announced the identifying of 54 “mega destinations and circuits”, of which 40 have already been officially sanctioned. These include religious circuits: tours of, say, churches in Goa, or Sufi shrines throughout north India. Already planned are more heritage circuits in Rajasthan and Gujarat, and the development of towns such as Leh and Nashik into so-called mega destinations. Chiranjeevi might want to consult the Odisha state government on the progress of its multi-crore project to develop the beautiful Shamuka beach.
Set between the temple town of Puri and Chilika Lake, the site for the project is idyllic, with a two-kilometre-long beach front on one side and an equally long front of the Mangla river on the other. In its comprehensive presentation, the Odisha Tourism Development Corporation floated the fantasy of a luxury “business-cum-leisure” destination spread over 3,000 acres, at the cost of thousands of crores. According to some reports, the Shamuka beach redevelopment was planned two decades ago. It took till July, 2011 for the Infrastructure Development Corporation of Odisha, dragging its feet on land acquisition, to hand over only part of the land to the state’s tourism department. When bids were finally invited for hotels, most chains stayed away, anticipating further delays and political wrangling. Despite the occasional grand statement of progress, the project looks little nearer to completion even today.
It’s hard to blame hotel chains and private businesses for resisting government entreaties in most states for Private-Public Partnerships (PPP). “The ‘public’ part just does not function,” says Aman Nath, architectural restorer and co-owner of heritage hotel chain Neemrana Hotels. He speaks from the hard-won knowledge of a Kafkaesque experience with Tijara, a fort in Rajasthan. The PPP to restore and run the fort as a hotel was signed a decade ago. But the tourism department forgot that the fort was accessed through forest land. It took seven years for the forest department to grant access so that restoration work could begin. It took another year to get an electricity connection. Meanwhile, the roads adjoining the fort are still not finished. Even at the Neemrana Fort Palace, Nath and Francis Wacziarg’s flagship property, which they have owned since 1986, the land has not been clearly demarcated.
Designer and art impresario Rajeev Sethi blames the government’s “cumbersome procedures, the incredibly foolish regimes of licences from visas to infrastructure that involves ever larger numbers of people.” He suggests that the government keeps tourism an elite activity. Sethi describes a meeting with people “from a tribal area, who came to ask me how they could encourage tourism in their violence-prone area. They thought tourism might make them less isolated.” But, he says, despairing, even if they found a way to “set up a co-op, get enough land, bring their traditional knowledge systems to bear, who would help promote such activities?” “These are people who are deprived and poor,” Sethi says. “We haven’t given any thought to the base of the pyramid. It’s just so much easier to talk about the luxury segment.”
In fairness to the government, it has given some thought to the base of the pyramid, to enabling people to use traditional knowledge, skill and craft. It’s just that, like so many other government schemes, the result has been disappointment and failure. In 2011-12, 927.7 crore was sanctioned for projects to encourage tourism in rural areas, to showcase “life, art, culture and heritage in villages”. A survey by AC Nielsen ORG-MARG found that out of a total of 107 projects, only 41 could be classified as successful. The rest were either floundering or outright failures. Instead of seeking to create numerous, randomly selected rural tourist destinations, the authors of the survey suggested, it might make more sense for the tourism ministry to focus on fewer areas known for their craftmanship and “develop the destination as a whole”.
It’s part of a pattern of eccentric planning decisions. When it comes to tourism, governments (whether state or Central) either do nothing, or far too much. In Tehelka’s interview with Santosh Desai, he remarked on the stark difference between government inaction, “or even indifference”, and the hustle of small-time private enterprise, the huge numbers out there looking to make a quick buck off a tourist. The clearest evidence of both government short-sightedness and conman chutzpah is the rampant, unregulated mushrooming of ever uglier hotels in national parks and hill stations, both essential to India’s attractiveness to tourists.
Unsightly concrete hotels and resorts that don’t even put up a pretence of blending with their surroundings create pollution and water shortages, and alienate local populations. Such establishments deter sophisticated tourists increasingly interested in sustainable tourism infrastructure. Those who do come find that the quiet holidays they have been sold are more likely to be crowded and forgettable experiences.
The Corbett Tiger Reserve in Uttarakhand is the oldest national park in the country, a mainstay of most tourist itineraries. Situated in the Himalayan foothills, the park, which gets over 70,000 visitors a year, is the preserve of the tiger and elephant. The tiny village of Bhakrakot, on the outskirts of the park, was home to Camp Forktail Creek, a tiny camp, without electricity, run by Ritish Suri and Minakshi Pandey. For years they had fought to preserve the surrounding forests, to make the camp as ecologically low-impact as possible. Forktail Creek had become a favourite with serious wildlife enthusiasts and naturalists. In May 2012, a little more than a decade after they had started, Suri and Pandey decided to shut down the camp. Their decision was painful but inevitable.
It was an admission of defeat to the marauding resorts, with their discotheques and swimming pools, which have over the last decade overrun the area around the reserve. Once the only camp in the area, Camp Forktail Creek had become one of half a dozen. And more were being built. “We didn’t have much of a choice,” sighs Suri, “all we can hear in camp today are the sounds of excavators and drilling machines at work on the construction of two large resorts next to us. It is not the most conducive atmosphere for a wildlife experience.” What is happening in Corbett is not unique. Unregulated tourism and development are wreaking havoc in the 39 designated tiger reserves and other national parks around the country, especially those in central India. Our ecologically valuable areas are beginning to resemble our sprawling, dirty, unplanned cities.
One of the few studies of tourist establishments around Corbett was carried out by the Institute of Hotel Management for the tourism ministry in 2011. It surveyed 77 existing resorts and the 17 that were under construction. Six of these, the study found, were situated in a corridor that was used by the reserve’s wildlife. More shockingly, in an area where water is scarce in the summer months, 20 of them had swimming pools. Four had discotheques. Over 71 percent of the resorts had been built in the past five years, during which the rush to cash in on Corbett’s tourism revenues had turned into a stampede. These resorts offer a total of 1,421 rooms, of which 69 percent are air-conditioned, powered largely by diesel generators. Less than 20 percent of the resorts used any form of solar energy; only 37.6 percent segregated waste; and just 10 percent had eco-friendly buildings. The report goes on to note, with what now seems like cruel irony, that there are “some camps, e.g. Camp Forktail Creek in Bhakrakot… operating with no or minimum damage to the environment and wildlife”.

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Krithi Karanth, a scientist at Columbia University, has published arguably the most comprehensive papers on tourism in India’s protected areas. In one set of papers, Karanth and her colleagues surveyed 436 visitors to Nagarhole, Kanha and Ranthambhore. In all these parks, tourists “wanted park rules to be better enforced, limits on the number of vehicles and people allowed inside, and improved vehicle safety.” In Kanha the tourists objected to the playing of loud music in some of the tourist facilities and wanted ‘tiger shows’, the crowding of tigers by tourists on elephant-back, to stop. If tourists can see the sense of these measures — tourists for whom presumably these swimming pools and discos are built — why do the authorities find it so difficult to enforce regulations and building guidelines?
An even more pressing concern, as Karanth has said, is that as exploitation of these areas continues unchecked, the local communities that live around the forest but derive few benefits will turn against both the tourists and the parks that cater to them. Already in parks like Nagarhole, only 23 percent of the local community say they would be happy to have more tourists. “We’re lucky that we have a culture that has a great tolerance for wildlife,” says Karanth, pointing out that the majority (over 68 percent) of people around Kanha, Ranthambhore and Nagarhole still had positive attitudes towards the parks, “but it can’t go on like this.”
Soni spoke to TEHELKA of the difficulty of attracting tourists, of “capturing the imagination of the international traveller”. But successive ministers and successive governments fail to do even the most basic things to safeguard our most valuable assets. If we successfully protected our tigers, we probably wouldn’t need wellness spas to capture imaginations.
Hill stations across the country are faring no better, subject to the same neglect, the same lack of foresight in preserving the environment or maintaining an area’s natural beauty. The summer had barely set in before residents of Kodaikanal, in the Western Ghats of Tamil Nadu, were getting water only once a week. Water shortages are an annual feature, but this year has been the worst for decades. The failure of the northeast monsoon is part of the reason. But a larger portion of the blame, according to environmentalist MS Viraraghavan, must be borne by the hundreds of holiday resorts that have depleted the ground water and damaged aquifers. In a report that he submitted to the Western Ghats Ecology Expert Panel, set up by the environment ministry, Viraraghavan said that the appearance of so many new resorts, like fresh pustules on a teenager’s face, meant that some 32 lakhs of people were holidaying in Kodaikanal every year. This may sound like success but for a town with a resident population of 30,000, the conquering army of visitors is too large to handle.
Kodaikanal’s master plan with its restrictions on construction in the town is routinely ignored, its strictures casually, openly flouted. “An independent survey conducted a few years ago found 2,000 violations of the plan,” Viraraghavan says. Many hotels, he alleges, have been built without permission. Other hotels sprouted outside municipal limits, where the master plan’s restrictions did not apply. “We’ve turned this area into a large slum.” The star-shaped lake that lies in the centre of town, and the fragile grasslands of the surrounding hills have borne the brunt of this onslaught. Raveendran Kannan of the Palni Hills Conservation Council says that sewage from more than 1,800 toilets seeps into the lake. This has led to a drop in oxygen levels to a point where the lake can barely sustain aquatic life. Water testing done by Tamil Nadu’s environment department found high levels of Coliform bacteria (indicative of faecal matter) in the lake. In addition, the 3,000-4,000 cars that enter the town every day during peak season have resulted in an alarming rise in air pollution. Many endangered, endemic orchids have disappeared from the forests through which the main road to Kodaikanal runs.
Both Soni and Sahay emphasised in separate interviews the grave effect dirt and pollution have on numbers of tourists. Sahay told of his embarrassment when at international tourism conferences someone would say, “Mr Sahay, you may boast about India’s 5,000-year old history, but why is your country so dirty?” Soni said that “cleanliness was of paramount importance to a foreign tourist. For decades, people have travelled to India and talked of getting sick, of not being able to eat or drink. It is our job to change that perception.” To that effect, Chiranjeevi launched a ‘Clean India’ campaign this year, appearing at the Taj Mahal in July to publicise the effort. It is a signature Chiranjeevi effort, like the bid to expand the number of countries whose citizens are granted ‘visas on arrival’, or the bid to make India more attractive to filmmakers.
Without wishing to discourage fresh ideas or bursts of governmental enthusiasm, it is possible to wonder if the ministry cannot also involve itself in less glamorous, less sweeping schemes. How much confidence is it possible to have in the government to successfully manage the garbage that accrues around popular tourist sites when it can’t be trusted to, say, license tour guides?
Travel agents and tour guides are not required to register with the tourism ministry. Only 286 in the whole country were registered as of December 2012. In Goa, which gets more tourists than any other part of the country, there were three registered operators. There were nine in Kerala, none in Himachal, three in Madhya Pradesh and four in Rajasthan. Neither have all state governments made it mandatory for guides to be registered. The result, not surprisingly, is the proliferation of fly-by-night operators and bucket shops that con tourists and do irreparable harm to the industry’s image. Desai says the “predominant recollection” of many foreign tourists is “fighting off the attention of people with dollar signs in their eyes”.
Of course, the real danger of having unlicensed tour operators is not that they are petty thieves and con artists. In March, over just three days, there were two fatal rafting accidents in Rishikesh. In one, a 23-year-old engineer from Delhi drowned when the raft he was on overturned at ‘The Wall’, a dangerous rapid. The list of safety violations that enabled the death was alarming. Adventure tourism guidelines issued by the Ministry of Tourism state that “there should always be two rafts in the water” and that “safety kayaks must be mandatory for technical rapids grade 4 and beyond”. ‘The Wall’ is a grade 4 rapid, but there were no kayaks and only one raft.
In some desperate, last-ditch firefighting, the state government first stopped all rafting and then a few days later stipulated that ‘The Wall’ would henceforth be off limits for amateur rafters. How this would be enforced was not specified. “For the last eight years we have been demanding that all adventure tour operators in the country should be registered,” says Mandip Singh Soin of Adventure Tour Operators Association of India and head of Ibex Expeditions, one of India’s leading adventure companies. But the authorities have taken scant notice. According to him, state regulations for adventure tour operators vary widely and “safety precautions are often very relaxed”. Permissions to carry satellite phones, for instance, are difficult to obtain but for international mountaineering expeditions, the phones are essential, and a requirement to get insurance. “As a result,” says Soin, “mountaineering expeditions in the Indian Himalayas have declined from 125 per year just a decade ago to 40 now.”
“The Indian Himalayas,” Soin asserts, “are vastly undersold.” Peaks below 6,000 metres in height don’t require technical skills and are open to anyone who wishes to trek. They are exempt from the expensive, time-consuming clearances required for mountaineering expeditions. If Soin is to be believed, India has nearly 200 such peaks, yet inexplicably the government recognises only four. It’s as if governments, regardless of who is actually in charge, appear determined to shoot themselves in the foot.
Tour operators in India often complain about the arbitrary, seemingly whimsical taxation, ranging from state to state between 25-30 percent for hotel accommodation, 25-60 percent on food and beverages and 20-25 percent on road travel. Hotels additionally have to pay a luxury tax of 4-20 percent. “Ridiculously, these are charged on rack rates,” says Madhok of Abercrombie and Kent. “So a hotel in Kerala that might be discounting a room for $100, instead of the printed tariff of $300, would still have to pay tax on the higher figure.” China and Japan, in contrast, tax hotels at 5 percent, while Singapore and Thailand charge 7 percent. Taxes have also been a major deterrent for airlines operating to smaller airports and seasonal tourist destinations.
Extricating India’s tourist industry from the tangle in which it finds itself is essential. Despite mostly mediocre performance, in 2011 tourism still accounted for 6.4 percent of India’s GDP and nearly 8 percent of all jobs. “The primary challenge of Indian tourism today is to match the visitor experience with the ‘Incredible India’ promises,” says Madan Bezbaruah of the INWTO. Even the sharpest, most beautifully produced advertising campaign cannot disguise shoddy reality for long. Until tourists, both foreign and domestic, feel safe — whether from violent crime, being conned, or while simply eating at a restaurant outside their hotel — hoping to compete with the most favoured global destinations is a pipe dream. The tourism industry, like so many of India’s industries, remains a sleeping giant. When will it wake up?
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‘Manto found goodness even in the most bestial’

Ayesha Jalal Historian. Photo: Ankit Agrawal
Ayesha Jalal Historian.
Photo: Ankit Agrawal

Edited Excerpts from an Interview
What do you make of the resurgence of Manto’s popularity over the last year?
I don’t know whether ‘resurgence’ is the word for those of us who have seen a steady interest in Manto. Of course, the last year was important because it was the centenary and that may have brought in a new set of youngsters previously unexposed to him, but I do think he has caught the imagination of the youth over the years. What’s beautiful about Manto is that he hasn’t received state sponsorship in either India or Pakistan, but youngsters have independently found in him the attraction of him as a rebel writer, a contrarian. The more we are surrounded by hypocrisy, the more Manto becomes relevant. The hypocrisy of society really used to get to him.
The Pity of Partition
The Pity of Partition
Ayesha Jalal
HarperCollins
265 pp; Rs 599

The great thing about Manto was that he could tell you so many stories about Partition from so many perspectives, but what did he personally think of what was happening around him?
He expressed bewilderment at the Partition. He looked in the newspapers, and all he could see was that the Muslim League was a mosque and the Congress was a temple. He really didn’t buy either; he was just trying to understand what the hell was going on. After the violence broke out he was despondent and he addressed his despair by writing these stories about the horror, making people realise it could happen to them. He was not trying to cast a moral judgment, but wanted to show how individuals are affected by the chaotic times. He wasn’t naïve; he brings out the bestiality of human beings, but says there is still some goodness, something that can be redeemed, even if you’re Ishwar Singh of ‘Thanda Gosht’. Manto claimed that he never wrote a story on the basis of a purely imaginary character; he was journalistic in that sense. He drew people out to find their stories.
Was the shunning of Manto part of the act of our two countries shelving away the memory of the violence of our creation?
There is much more to Manto than Partition stories, but it is also extraordinary that Pakistan doesn’t want to face up to the reality of that bloodshed. Many Pakistanis will take issue even with the name of my book, The Pity of Partition, because it makes it sound like Partition was a bad idea. The ‘pity’ is that despite independence they are still slaves of bigotry. Even though we are free, the question is who will we subjugate now. That is the story Manto tells and that was awkward for many people.
ajachi@tehelka.com

A matter For the Mind

Ship of Theseus
Ship of Theseus
Director: Anand Gandhi
Starring: AIDA EL-Kashef, Neeraj Kabi, Sohum Shah, Vinay Shukla

IT’LL ALWAYS BE  a cherished cinematic memory that the first film I ever watched from the front row of a packed theatre was Anand Gandhi’s Ship of Theseus. And that the crowd stayed till the end. If anything, it is further evidence that thoughtful cinema does have takers, as long as the takers are told beforehand that said thoughtful cinema exists, and is worth their time and money.
The central conceit of the film — Plutarch’s eponymous paradox, which asks whether an object that has had all its components replaced continues to be the same object — deals directly with the relationship between people and their bodies. Not in the superficial sense of one’s appearance shaping one’s selfworth, but at a fundamental level, that challenges the very notion of whether we really own our body. If we have our organs replaced by someone else’s, the film asks — but, to its credit, doesn’t conclusively answer — do we remain the same person? Is our identity really defined by the physical aggregate of our bodies, or something else?
Biologically the question doesn’t hold. Our cells are constantly dying and being replaced by others; in a few years, almost all the cells currently in your body will have been replaced by new ones. That doesn’t mean you will be a different person. Our identity, in the narrowest sense of the term, is defined by our DNA, which does not change even if we do become bionic men and women. But Ship of Theseus is not concerned with biology. It deals with the psychological consequences of our bodies changing, with how structural changes lead to changes in personality.
The protagonists of the film’s three self-contained stories have their lives and identities altered when an organ fails and needs to be replaced. The event forces them to look again at the life they have led up to that point, the strengths of their convictions, who they are at their core. Aliya (El-Kashef ) is blind, but has adapted herself to follow her dream of being a photographer. When she regains her sight she struggles to find the spontaneity of her earlier pictures; there are too many stimuli to process and find that elusive moment. Maitreya (Kabi) is a monk who is unwilling to get his failing liver replaced as that would require him to take drugs that he knows were tested on animals. Navin (Shah) is the stockbroker grandson of an activist, who learns empathy and the necessity of contributing to society when he tries to get a labourer justice for his kidney being stolen and sold abroad.
Ship of Theseus works because, despite its unapologetic intellectualism, it is an excellently made and accessible film. I went into the theatre expecting a pretentious, sophomoric, preachy offering, much like what’s usually passed off in India as serious cinema. Instead, it gets all three stories just right, and doesn’t for a moment sermonise. For someone whose salad days were spent writing saas-bahu soap operas, Gandhi has a great sense of telling more with less, of presenting characters who are anything but archetypes, of inserting nuance without convoluting his message. In its reliance on conversations as the primary unit of storytelling and its beautiful silences, it has shades of Iranian cinema. But it doesn’t take itself too seriously, with many laugh-out-loud moments, either through simple dialogues or visual non-sequiturs (my favourite is a shot of two policewomen playing badminton as Navin ponders the injustice of labourers being exploited). Ship of Theseus is undeniably great. Let’s hope it starts the process of replacing the planks of the Bollywood formula with more thoughtful and original storytelling.
ajachi@tehelka.com

CORRESPONDENTS: Mid-day Meal – Death on a plate? PART II

CORRESPONDENTS: Mid-day Meal – Death on a plate? PART I

Can Gene Pools Throw Up Gold?

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In the late 1980s when African runners burst onto the international athletics scene, winning almost every medal there was to be won, India’s sports administrators had a brainwave. Till date, India’s attempts at grooming Olympic medal-winning talent had foundered. Might it not, they thought, be a good idea to look for talent in “tribal, rural, coastal and hilly areas of the country and also from regions having genetic, geographic advantages”. The possibilities were tantalising.
The first target was obvious — the tiny community of Sidis, a tribe descended from African slaves who were brought to India a few centuries ago. This impoverished group had settled in pockets of Gujarat and Karnataka, eking out a living through subsistence farming and manual labour. Imagine their glee, when the creators of the Special Area Games (SAG) scheme, as this endeavour came to be known, arrived at their doorstep.
They had the potential to become great sportsmen, the Sidis were told. A few dozen of their children were selected and shipped off for training to Bengaluru and then, a few years later, to an SAG centre in Gandhinagar, Gujarat.
It was in this initial flush of enthusiasm that Jiji Thomson, now the head of the Sports Authority of India (SAI), started his career. This portly, jovial man, with a self-deprecating sense of humour (“Don’t you think I’m too obese for this job?” he asks) was then posted in Kerala.
In 1987, he’d helped Kerala host the National Games. It had been a last minute decision. The state lacked the infrastructure, but Thomson and his team managed to put it in place in less than a year and pull the games off. That brought him to the notice of Margaret Alva, the then Minister for Sports and Youth Affairs.
A few months after the games, Thomson got a phone call from her. Alva said she had Rs 25 lakh, at that time a considerable sum of money, remaining in her annual budget. She did not want it to go waste. Was there something Thomson could do with it?
Thomson, who’d heard of the Sidi experiment, was keen to harness Kerala’s native talent. The backwaters of Alleppey were home to generations of boatmen, largely from the Thiyya community. Apart from making a living off the water, they participated in the annual snake-boat races that were held on Punnamada lake. “We thought we could train them in rowing and canoeing,” says Thomson. And so the first SAG centre in Kerala was established.
“We had a premise that wasn’t based on research,” says Thomson candidly. “But I’ve seen tribal deer hunters in action in Odisha,” he ruminates, “they catch deer on foot, almost wrestling them to the ground – that’s how quick their reflexes are.” Or look at the rowing skills of the inhabitants of Nicobar, he continues. “Even if it (the experiment) held the slightest possibility of increasing our medals tally, I wanted to try it.”
Unfortunately, Thomson wasn’t able to stay long enough to see how his experiment fared. He was soon transferred to another department.
A quarter of a century later, Thomson, now in the evening of his career, has come a full circle. He has climbed the ranks of the administrative services, till, in early 2013, he was asked to lead the SAI.
On 6 May 2013, he finds himself standing at a podium at the end of large hall, shaped like a factory shed, which is the gymnasium of the SAG centre in Thalassery in northern Kerala. Groups of girls dressed in white, gold-edged saris sit on chairs arrayed along the walls.
In the middle, dominating the hall, are large practice mats on which teenagers, who are being trained in gymnastics, are putting on a demonstration — a whirligig of somersaults, pirouettes and handsprings, followed by flashier routines with balls and hula hoops.
Other children who are not performing sit in a large group on the side, while some peep in through the big windows, encouraging their colleagues, occasionally shouting bits of advice.
After the gymnasts it’s the turn of the fencers to thrust and parry in mock competition.
It’s the 23rd founding anniversary of this centre, perched at the edge of the Arabian Sea. All the local dignitaries have gathered for the occasion. A litany of speeches follows the demonstration. When his turn finally comes, Thomson takes the mike, wipes the sweat from his brow. “The Special Area Games and I go back a long way,” he reminisces, “I wanted to be here on this day.”
The SAG centre in Thalassery, one of the most successful in the country, was started in 1990. This town on the Malabar coast is the birthplace of the circus in India, and till a decade ago was the main source of artists for circuses around the country. According to Sreedharan Champad, a former trapeze artist, and now an advocate for the rights of circus performers and a writer of novels based on the circus, the town gave birth to 12 circuses. These include some of the best known in the country like Jumbo, Gemini, Great Rayman, Great Bombay and Rajkamal. The SAG centre here was established in the hope that these circus artists would make good gymnasts.
Around this time centres were being set up across the country in an effort to discover other hidden talent. In Imphal, it was hoped that the training most children received in Thang-Ta, a local martial art, would translate into fencing prowess. At Dhar in Madhya Pradesh, traditional tribal bow and arrow hunting might have embedded a talent for archery.
Today, there are 20 centres in India that are training 1,885 children in various sports ranging from football and hockey to handball and Taekwondo. The children are selected when they’re 12 years old and live, train and study in these centres usually till they’re 18.
“We started with 35 children from circus families,” says Arun Kumar Patil, the lean, serious gymnastics coach at Thalassery. Patil believes that these children have “inherent” abilities in gymnastics. “They were also taught basic movements at home from a very young age,” he says.
A 14-year-old boy, Abhinav P, who despite standing a little over four-and-a- half feet tall, had put on a remarkable display on the Roman rings at the anniversary celebrations, comes from one such circus family. His mother Sujatha did trampoline stunts at the Great Rayman Circus for 14 years, while her sister walked the tightrope. Abhinav, she says as they stand in the verandah of their house in a small village on the outskirts of Thalassery, has been doing handstands and acrobatics ever since she can remember. He’s picked it up on his own, she says. “Leave him alone for an hour in the house and you’ll find him practising”.
Even the guard at the SAG centre, a portly man with a ready smile, who doubles up as an assistant athletics coach, comes from the circus. Every morning, P Vishwanathan teaches some of the children, between the ages of six and 10, how to turn somersaults. He picks them up gently, flipping them over in slow motion, over and over till they get the hang of it.
He spent over three decades in the circus, doing every possible stunt over the course of his career. He stopped at the age of 42, when he was injured in an accident on the flying trapeze. During his years in the circus he travelled the world and, he boasts, was a stuntman in films like Rishi Kapoor’s Duniya Meri Jeb Mein and Dharmendra’s Jugnu.
Now his 15-year-old son is training in gymnastics at the SAG centre. But the training, he laments, is lackadaisical. “It lacks the rigour of the circus. My son is only going to achieve half his potential,” he says. Full-time trainees are only taken on at the age of 12, by which time, he says, it’s often too late for them to learn.
Paralleling the decline of the circus, children from a circus background too are now a minority at the centre. Things did not work out as planned. After the first few years, circus families started withdrawing their children, says Patil. Some needed them back to work in the circus. Not many won medals, and government support was erratic — the parents saw little prospect in gymnastics for their children.
But the sports administrators were not going to give up so soon. They looked to other sports. In 2000, they introduced fencing and volleyball at the centre.
This part of Kerala is known for kalaripayattu, a fierce and flamboyant martial art that combines the use of fearsome daggers, swords and spears with lightening fast reflexes and delicate footwork. It’s also where Jimmy George, India’s best-known volleyball player, captain of the country’s national team and player for many European clubs, came from. The sport, introduced by the British, has become very popular, says Thomson, and is played in virtually every village. Perhaps where the circus had failed to produce gymnasts, fencers and volleyball players might abound.
At the kalari (training area) of the Gurukula Kalari Sangham, a kalaripayattu institute near Thalassery, a group of loin-clothed men is going through their elaborate training routine. They start with basic leg exercises, followed by a sequence of body-contorting poses in the form of a ‘snake’, an ‘elephant’ and so on. Over the next hour they move on to weapons, and the clanging of wooden sticks fills the sheltered training pit. The session reaches a crescendo as swords and shields are brought out. Sparks light up the encroaching darkness, as the men jump high into the air, bringing their swords down on the prone shields. The movements are furious, everything happens in the blink of an eyelid.
Nearly everyone in the village has done kalaripayattu at some point in their lives, says Sailesh, head of the Gurukula. There are different exercises, training regimens and benefits for children, women and men. Aishwarya G Nair, 21, and Nisha Dominic, 23, two of the best fencers at the sag centre learnt kalaripayattu in their villages. Aishwarya says that it was at a kalaripayattu competition that her skills were first noticed by a fencing instructor. According to Sagar Lagu, the fencing coach at the sag centre, kalaripayattu has given the girls a definite edge. “It helps with their reflexes, footwork and hand movements,” he observes.
Fencing is the sport in which the SAG centre has had its most success, at the national level at least. According to Manikant Sharma, assistant director of the centre, they won 11 fencing medals last year. They haven’t had much international success though, and Sharma acknowledges that there is still a long way to go to match those standards.
This does not satisfy Jiji Thomson. He objects to the broadening of his experiment to include so many sports. It has led, he argues, to a dilution of the original purpose of the sag centres. Basketball and athletics were added to sag Thalassery even though it does not have the requisite infrastructure. “Every centre now has five or six different sports,” he says. “And too many centres have been set up.” The programme, he feels, is adrift. As for the Sidis they never really made a mark. The last Sidi athlete left SAG Gandhinagar in 2004.
“Perhaps,” says Thomson gloomily, “we were wrong about the genes.”
There is, however, a pause, a brief hesitation in his voice. As if, secretly, he still had hope that somewhere in India, out in the hinterlands, lies an undiscovered tribe of genetically gifted athletes who, with the right guidance from an SAG centre, will turn us into an Olympic success story. Now that would be vindication.
akshai@tehelka.com

Shooting from the Hip

In search of salvation A group of pilgrims at Kalighat, Kolkata
In search of salvation A group of pilgrims at Kalighat, Kolkata. Photo: Anirban Ray

Light & Shade Anirban Ray Jaissp 85 pp; Rs 6,700
Light & Shade Anirban Ray Jaissp 85 pp; Rs 6,700

For Anirban Ray, photography isn’t so much an art as an excuse to step out of the cocoon of bureaucratic life. To go watch people on the street, to start conversations, to understand adversity. Fascinated by human faces — his wife vetoed his initial idea of releasing his first book, Light & Shade, as a collection exclusively of portraits — he loves capturing spontaneous moments (such as the one above), setting his subjects at ease and clicking them when they’re off their guard.
As a senior IPS officer, who began taking pictures from moving cars while posted in Darjeeling 10 years ago, it is also a way for him to carve an identity for himself that will persist even after he retires. For now, though, he remains the earnest amateur, navigating this “complicated new area for me” with a self-belief that inevitably comes with a published book.
 ajachi@tehelka.com

The long and short of it

Shorts
Directors: Shlok Sharma Siddhartha Gupt Anirban Roy Rohit Pandey Neeraj Ghaywan

In a week dominated by Bhaag Milkha Bhaag, it’s almost subversive to pop into a theatre with three other people to watch a film called Shorts. It takes gumption for Anurag Kashyap to release such a film in such a week, but then, commercially releasing a series of indie short films in India in any week requires courage, and a commitment to a culture of better cinema. A commitment that Kashyap has demonstrated repeatedly: it was little over seven months ago that a similar project, a collaborative film involving 12 directors, opened to near-empty theatres.
The short film, that building block of intellectual cinema, has great potential to be a feeder system for the great resurgence of Parallel Cinema we’re told is right around the corner. As a travelling circus for new talent, it is a cost-effective model that really deserves more commercial support in order to break out of the festival circuit. Of course, Sturgeon’s Law applies; the constraints of time mean that most filmmakers struggle to both make a coherent point and tell a coherent story. It is a challenge the directors of the five films in Shorts struggle with. While two films — Shlok Sharma’s Sujata and Neeraj Ghaywan’s Shor, though Anirban Roy’s Audacity comes close — not only rise to it but tell compelling stories, the other two overreach and fail to connect. With attention spans (this reviewer’s included) where they are, it is very easy to lose your audience if your short doesn’t strike an immediate chord; it can make 20 minutes seem like 40.
The five directors in Shorts come from different backgrounds, but in their sensibilities, belong to the Kult of Kashyap (three of them — Sharma, Pandey and Ghaywan — have served as assistant directors in his films). Sujata, for instance, despite scriptwriter Annie Zaidi’s best efforts at foreshadowing, never leaves the audience prepared for the violence of its conclusion, the creativity of which has shades of Kashyap (and therefore Tarantino). Siddhartha Gupt’s The Epilogue uses many of the paranoia-inducing tight close-ups from That Girl With Yellow Boots. Pandey’s Nawazuddin-starring Mehfuz has Kashyap’s fetishisation of the weird. Of course, that is not to say that the films are derivative; they are, on the contrary, refreshingly original works that show the variety that exists even in this corner of the indie circuit. The only thing they seem to have in common is that no producer worth his Armani cufflinks would let ideas like them anywhere close to his money.
If anything, the films are connected by a thread of women asserting themselves through whatever means at their disposal (except Mehfuz, where the plot predictably revolves around Nawazuddin). While Huma Qureshi in Sujata resorts to violence to rid her of her torturer, Richa Chadda in The Epilogue uses persistence, albeit as seen from a male perspective, as all five offerings are (though the perspective differs). In Audacity, a cheeky yet dark comedy that could have been the highlight if it had been a little more creative in its execution, Preeti Singh plays a powerless teenager standing up to her abusive father. Ratnabali Bhattacharjee in Shor, on the other hand, uses the confidence gained from being the family’s breadwinner to hold her own in her marriage. It is these performances that play a large part in the films’ quality, and it is no accident that it is Qureshi and Bhattacharjee who steal the show.
It is no accident either, given the talent that we know exists on the fringes of mainstream cinema, that Shorts, for all its trappings of an extended audition, does have moments of sheer brilliance, which make it worth almost every penny.
ajachi@tehelka.com

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