An Indecisive Indian

  ‘God is dead’, Nietzsche announced in the late nineteenth century, not as a boast but as a diagnosis, bracketing the question of whether God ever lived at all . He was not celebrating the demise of a deity; he was lamenting the collapse of a shared moral universe once sustained by belief. His warning was less theological than civilisational. A century and a half later, God has neither died nor decisively lived. He survives, stubbornly, inside arguments, television studios, debating halls, newspaper columns, and, most relentlessly, WhatsApp forwards. This shifts the issue away from existence itself, toward something more uncomfortable: not whether God exists, but whether debating His existence leads us anywhere at all. The recent television debate on Lallantop on the existence of God, the widely discussed face-off between Dr. Javed Akhtar , the celebrated poet, lyricist, screenwriter, and avowed atheist, and Mufti Shamail Nadwi , a religious cleric and scholar, illustrates ...

  At the outset, allow me to recap a key point from an earlier blog in which I discussed what, in my view, embodies the true spirit of Atmanirbhar Bharat. (The piece is referenced at the end.): Two tribes of opinion repeatedly torment me. First are the zealots who chant Vishwaguru while reality smoulders quietly behind them. For them, Indian Railways (IR) is racing ahead, facts and derailments notwithstanding, and hype substitutes for delivery. At the opposite pole sit those who view IR as a hopeless relic, incapable of tightening a nut without divine intervention and a five-year committee report. In their eyes, every success is a fluke and every reform a failure. Both camps are insufferable in their own ways. One worships the global to the point of paralysis, the other clings to a parochial fantasy world. The truth, as we see frequently, lies somewhere in between. We need to be sensibly local without being delusional, global without being derivative or imitative. For all w...

  The problem with us retired railwaymen, the same tribe that still thinks Indian Railways (IR) needs their counsel, is that we simply cannot see much good in IR today. People say we’re stuck in the past. The past which was pound-wise and penny-foolish. Yes, we’re traumatised by an era when we naively thought we did some jobs very efficiently with great accountability. In spite of this moronic sense of accountability, there were pinpricks galore. Like a certain tea-and-snacks grant whose monthly limit was guarded more fiercely than the Kohinoor. In those days, serving tea to visitors on official account was an exercise in administrative tightrope-walking. Offer one extra cup, and the grant evaporated. Offer too few, and your guest felt neglected. And heaven forbid you dared to serve biscuits —that was a luxury that required both courage and signed justification. We also lived under the constant threat of the Department of Telecommunications (DoT) telephone, that innocent-lo...

  It is 22 nd  November 2025 today, and it has now been more than seven years since the prototype Train 18, now christened Vande Bharat, rolled out of the Integral Coach Factory gates for the very first time. The thrill, pride, and sheer magic woven by the ICF core team, whom I was fortunate enough to lead, have been recounted by me and others many times: in talks, in print, and in quiet conversations when memory lent colour and verve to bare facts. Yet, strangely, despite living and breathing that project for years, I had never travelled on it as a passenger. Except for the test runs of 2018, I had only experienced the train from the vantage of its maker, not its customer. Somewhere deep inside, I always knew that my real journey with Vande Bharat would happen silently, unannounced, without ceremony or spotlight, just me melting anonymously into its rhythm. I had resolved that this ride would happen organically and not as a planned exercise. Life, as always, had other...

  Disclaimer: What I write today is a modified version of this blog: https://anindecisiveindian.blogspot.com/2024/11/the-great-irms-hoopla-from-backbones-to.html Four years ago, the Indian Railways Management Service (IRMS) was launched with great fanfare, its ambition pitched as high as a mountain peak: to fuse eight quarrelsome railway services into one harmonious brotherhood and finally banish the ancient ghost of departmentalism . But the lofty vision soon sprouted cracks wide enough to run a Bullet train through without slowing down. After a circus of somersaults that would make seasoned acrobats weep with professional envy, the government hit the reset button and returned to the familiar embrace of separate Civil and Engineering Services Examinations (CSE and ESE) for induction of officers—an old habit burnished as a breathtaking innovation. And to crown the absurdity, the buzzword IRMS —a term that somehow meant everything and nothing—was not retired but triumphantly retain...