The Indian Railways Fantasy: Between Hopelessly Local & Mindlessly Global

There are two distinct species of people—albeit at opposite ends of the opinionated spectrum—who are my perennial bêtes noires, my fate-bound tormentors in the grand circus of public discourse. On one side are the unwavering zealots, those impervious to all evidence, chanting the mantra of Vishwaguru! (Teacher to the world), while reality smoulders quietly in the background, like embers that have not erupted into full flames but are still destructive, hiding an ignored quagmire while the grand illusion persists. For them, Indian Railways (IR) is racing ahead at full throttle—never mind the frequent derailments, both literal and metaphorical. No matter that while eloquence and hype swirl abundantly in the air, action and completion remain as rare as a punctual sarkari (governmental) file. Then there is the other lot, equally insufferable, who believe that IR is an irredeemable mess, a grand monument to incompetence, incapable of so much as tightening a loose nut without divine int...