Monday, May 31, 2010

When Editors gave writers virtual slips! Sweeping with a broom!

Regret slips

by Rajbir Deswal

THOSE were the days when one received a cheque as remuneration for a published piece along with a clipping of it. But there were infamous regret slips too. A kind of good gesture from the editors for your creative effort was also the token of their advice and intention to tone up and try again.
Their “acknowledgement” was generally taken by you a little shyly in right earnest, but most of the times with a pinch of salt, for it did pinch you a bit and almost rubbed salt into your injured self (acquired) respect!
Before the advent of the system of sending messages by email or through the fax and telex machines, the regret slips were sent unlike these days, when you keep guessing for the fate of your “creation”.
They gave a mixed feeling of grief and joy to me. Grief, for my piece was declared “killed”, and joy, for it came with an acknowledgement from none other than the editor himself. And, generally, as the masthead impression of that particular newspaper was there on the regret slip, it gave an enhanced joy of receiving something from an august office.
At least your name was there on the envelope, and you could boast that it had a cheque in it, if not a clipping of your printed piece with your byline. No one would know the reality of the receipt of a disheartening and disquieting regret slip.
But the regret slip got the pride of place in at least my scheme of things. I gazed at it with adulation, for here was proof that my piece had been at least touched by the editor himself, the (str)etched out impression of his blue or red pencil notwithstanding. I held all the regret slips as the most sacrosanct documents, almost like Bhoj-Patras — holy leaves of an epic.
I have known nobler souls who acquired and boasted of the collections of regret slips. They kept telling others about their “passion” for writing, but they never mentioned what they felt when “heartless” editors ruthlessly cleared their files of articles, unmindful of the writers’ emotions.
I could make out from the way the regret slip was either pinned or stapled or even folded with my “failed missile” if at all it got the desired treatment. In that case, I would send it to some other newspaper, and sometimes this led to the write-up appearing in the paper’s columns, giving me a thrill of sorts.
Once in a while I felt like getting mad when I received my articles back — which had the editor’s punches marked here and there in the first and second paragraphs — with a big ‘R’ scribbled in a corner and rounded off, trying to make me realise that it was a piece beyond repair.

This kind of a slip plus the rejected piece always haunted me if I chose to preserve them, which I did, but with a feeling that “I was a gone case — will never grow to become a writer like so and so!”
All said and done, the regret slips were good indicators that you were not getting cheques, not too soon. Or never!

Friday, May 28, 2010

Of winds and bird!


Kasauli birds in Solan, Chandigarh’s in Kasauli, Mohali’s in Chandigarh, and so on. I feel for the avians who reached late due to the whacky winds, making their little ones worried, harried and anxious.
I am reminded of two couplets one by Hali and the other by Iqabal
तुन दिए बादे मुखालिफ से न घबरा ए अकाब,
ये तो चलती है तुझे ऊंचा उड़ाने के लिए.
(Don’t you dread the on-coming strong winds
They’re there only to let you soar higher).
And
मानूस इस क़दर हो सूरत से मेरी बुल्बुल,
नन्हे से दिल में उसके खटका न कुछ मेरा हो.
(The cuckoo should be so familiar with me that
Her tiny little heart should not fear me at all)


Thursday, May 27, 2010

Mamraj's tribute to Nehru


Was thinking the whole day who would remember Jawahar Lal Nehru today. I recall a Ragini scripted (not written) by a yokel called Mamraj Naai in my village. He was illiterate but was fairly abreast with the goings on in Delhi in those days. It goes without saying that Nehru was the leader of the masses and Mamraj was his greatest admirers. He wrote and I give it here in English followed by Devnaagri.
The Sun set on India,
At two in the afternoon of 27 May,
When you breathed your last,
O’ Nehru Ji.
Entire world came to know about it,
And was shocked beyond belief.
To have a last glimpse of you,
People started thronging in from far and wide.

सत्ताईस मई नै हिंद का छिप गया भान नेहरु जी

दिन के दो बजे दिए आप नै प्राण नेहरु जी

दुनिया के मैं बेरा पट गया सोग हुया भारी

तेरे दर्शन क़ि खातर पब्लिक आवन लगी सारी

Sunday, May 23, 2010

From Kohlapuris to ear piercing


From Kohlapuris to ear piercing

Reviewed by Rajbir Deswal
Right Fit Wrong Shoe By Varsha Dixit.Rupa.Pages 234. Rs 95.
INDIAN Kohlapuris are not permitted in the West-influenced corporate offices in India, while ear piercing may be. This sums up the mood of the book, which otherwise has no story line but a narrative sequence that has no highs and lows but a free-flowing continuum, which is no doubt interesting to get along. More than storytelling, gossip-selling seems to be the author Varsha Dixit’s tool here. Undoubtedly, she impresses though.
If the mystical, captivating and make-believe world of serious fiction has ingredients like intense drama, tense situations, haunting suspense, trepidation, hold-ups, continued and indulgent obsession to sink in, besides love and betrayal, murder and survival, real and surreal, then Right Fit Wrong Shoe is not the right stuff you are looking for.
This light fiction has ‘Cawnpore’—an imperial town of the United Provinces—as its locale, where all action (almost none!) is centred. Twenty-six years old, intelligent and forward-looking Nandini is holed up here in a mess of, largely her own creation, in devolving to struggle and slug it out, being in a ‘love-to-hate relationship’ with a rich and famous, and spoiled Aditya—heir to an enviable business empire and the most eligible bachelor around.
The heroine Nandini howsoever rubbished (and almost ravaged!) by Aditya Sarin, represents the modern progressive and forward-looking woman who despite her secret love for her man would not like to be his ‘dish-on-the-table’ but the ‘main course and the dessert’. She is the one who would like to rub shoulders with men rather than lean on them. She even castigates Aditya, "... my foot, he probably thinks he is God’s gift to women." But at the same time, Nandini seems to be under such a spell of Aditya that the moment she finds herself so close to him, as to smell the fragrance of the deo in his armpits, she starts melting.
Varsha Dixit’s knowledge of the current mores, brands, styles, in-things, hypes, slangs is all-impressive and updated. Not that she takes enough supplemental stakes form Hindi movies only to make her storytelling more engrossing and funny, but she has a penchant for using excellent expressions when she says: "Nandini ate her smile ... she could almost taste bile in her mouth. ... irritating life out of him was as natural to her as salt to a Bloody Mary or kanda to paav bahji; and ... are we, the Queens of Ghantaghar (referring lewdly to a well-known expression in Hindustani)". Care to have a look at this: "Free food is the best—like sex free from any threats of pregnancy, STDs and HIV".
Situations howsoever comical or intense, or even grave (although there isn’t much of it in this book) are all poked here with fun, in clothing and phrasing the outbursts and interactive conversations of characters, into a style which these days comes very naturally to the representatives of Gen X and Y who speak more abbreviations than their elaboration, e.g., DBB (Desi Betty Boop), DDLJ (Dilwale Dhulhaniya Le Jayenge), BTW’s (By the Way), GRBR (Good Riddance to Bad Rubbish), SSS (Sweep, Serve and Smile) for a daughter-in-law, and AAA (Accept, Adapt and Adjust) for a mother-in-law, etc., etc.
The book, abundantly laced with impeccable prose and a kind of lyrical flow, is also fraught with what can be attributed to indignant liberties, and poetic license, on the part of the author, in using as many colloquial and Bollywood-en expressions as could be at her command, making her style and technique a unique and spicy one.
Varsha borrows Hindi films’ famous quotes and uses them appropriately and almost intrusively in her writing medium, i.e., English, sparing impunity for herself. Sample some: Bhagwan ke liye mujhe chhod do; Kutte main tera khoon pee jaaoonga; Hey, Ram! Ye dharti phat kyoon nahin jaati; Do jism ek jaan; Gutter ka kida; Haraamkhor, Kulta, Gadheri, Itna to banta hai; Kameenee Budhiya; Papi pet ka swal hai; Khush keeta; Ladka haath se nikal gya and gayi bhains pani main.
Every chapter here is titled after the name of a Hindi movie which appropriately sums up the contents. The author very frequently flashes back to enhance effect and is successful in maintaining interest to a great extent. The last line of a chapter generally shocks to lead on to the next episode. Varsha’s characters are real and live in a real, modern world. This reviewer would sure recommend the book for the new generation of readers, and not so old, too. But not too old.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

She looks up to me for an answer!


On my evening stroll I have two 5-6 year old boys and a 3-4 years old girl run up to me to touch my feet . I pat the boys on their backs and bless them while I check the bowing girl holding her by her small arms and telling, “Girls don't touch anyone's feet!" and she looks up quizzically with her arms stretched one on the other on to her tummy .I don't know if I am doing the right thing!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Chhapak chhapak chhapak


Chhapak...hey what’s that...chhapk chhapak...look again this time it on my cheek...and its a real one...chhapak...ek boond barish ki,nahin do,nahin teen...sharrraakkhhzzzsshh...lightenning there....gharrraddddd .d .d .d ...tipper tapper—pittar pittar—dhooom—pshhhh---shaarrrakksszz---tip tip tip tip tip tip tiptipppppp...some aroma there...wet earth...giving out its fragrant blessings...blue is the colour of the mountains—blue is the colour of rains chhapak —blue is the colour of monsoons chhapak chhapk...we are waiting for you...O blue rains...chhapak chhapak chhapak...You ve reached God’s own country...pittaer patter...close to Neel Giri Hills...tip tip tip...Shivaliks and the Indo-Ganjetic plains are waiting for you to make me WET, WILD, and above all a CHILD. Will make a paper boat and eat crispy pakoras with tea when you visit us. Chhapak chhapak chhapak,k,,k,k,k,kk..kk.!!!

Monday, May 17, 2010

He is a lover


Manki Point and Kasauli Hills,
There they’re despite the haze.
They too talk abt me sayin
On us someone has fixed his gaze
He is a lover.

Stylising handicaps


Stylising handicaps

by Rajbir Deswal
Watching me shave while standing almost akimbo in front of the washroom mirror, wife said the other day, “Looking great in this style!”
“What style?” I questioned. “The way you are standing, with one hand taken behind you on your back and the other working up lather, with the brush on your face!” she explained smiling.
“And you call it style! I am only trying to give some support to my Lumber-five & S-one diagnosed slip disc, darling!” I elucidated while she took the justification with a pinch of salt.
On another occasion, a teenage daughter of a friend told my wife about me that “Uncle has a unique style of holding his chin always, when he is thoughtful or reflecting.” I had to explain it to her in our next meeting that some kind of neck pain had me hold my chin sometimes. But the young-thing didn’t buy it, grinned and laughed away.
On hindsight, there is nothing wrong if you could make up for your deformities and inadequacies in a way that it appears to be a style. Everybody is not as strong and handsome as Hrithik Roshan, who can afford to show his six-fingers on screen, believing he could be spared his (otherwise perceived as such) handicap.
Legendary Meena Kumari is said to have chopped off her little finger, which she hid in a way while dancing, etc, as would appear to be one of the mudras. Zeenat Amaan in Satyam Shivam Sundaram had her scalded face covered with side-locks and looked cute. Fight the composer and villain of yesteryears; bald Shetty, had a meek voice box. The directors always thought it wise not to put words into his mouth lest the impact was gone.
Those who stammer and have their tongue, too, protrude in an attempt to grab a spoken word, generally cover their mouth to let it appear a style, a la Manoj Kumar. Bharat Kumar though took exception to his caricaturing and lampooning as such, in Om Shanti Om. But he had been doing it, not to cover a handicap, but for style. And here handicap and style come to each other’s rescue.
Those who lose their crowning glory, and go bald in whatever balding pattern, have a tendency to grow as much hair on their faces as they can whether it is the sideburns or a bushy moustache, or even a French-cut beard. Also they would allow a dense growth, on the nape, as also on one side of the scalp, that they could turn the entire bunch of hair the other side to cover every shining spot.
Those men who are hairy on the chest leading to the neck and forearms wear full-sleeves shirts, as the bow-legged always wear losers and not the slim fit. For reasons of decency, I would desist from talking about women, who do what they do and who do not do what they do not do to allow a swap of their handicaps with styles. I can gainsay, but they are the master connoisseurs in the art of stylising the handicaps.
Correcting the handicap in a style is also a wayout. I met an officer who earned two doctorates, and in the process of deep studying his eye lashes lost the voluntary control of blinking and what he had was a look to present, as if he was sleeping, always. Once his superior officer visited him, and I found him wearing the double-triangle fixture, which helped him show by holding up the eyelashes that he was enormously attendant to the celebrations.
Last but the not the least, one must mention those who care two hoots to stylise their handicap. There are people who would allow hair to grow on their ears like the alien in Koi Mil Gaya. They aver-removing them would make them lose their riches. So far, so good! But style is the man himself.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Violent or Regulatory!!!

साइन मारना, फ़ोन मारना, चक्कर मारना, हाथ मारना -- is that all in the true spirit of ' मारना' which is supposed to be a violent activity while the ones I mentioned are purely regulatory.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Freebies


WRITING POSTS ON FB SHOULD FETCH MONEY while no remuneration should be paid for certain jobs like: Watering green hedges with hose pipe during summers; driving people in hills; dish-washing with hot water; feeding and bathing pets; delivering flowers at customers homes; ironing clothes; singing at happy occasions and vending balloons and candies for kids (not charging them but their parents). and baby-sitting I can carry out these chores gratis. But I should have some free time.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Why? Why? Why?

Why I change my pics ?
Why I sing my songs ?
Why I link my writings?
Why I post my stories ?
Why I refer to my past ?
Why I question ?
Why I suggest ?
Why I poke and tease?
Why I educate?
Why I take along on travel?
Why I paint future ?
Why I am me?
Why? Why? Why?
Why I have no answer to all this?
Except that I am a Narcisist who loves others more than MYSELF!
वो जाने क्या तस्सवुर में मेरी तस्वीर रखता है/मुस्सविर रोज़ ही मुझको अधूरा छोड़ देता ?

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Full page view of Rajbir Deswal's article on banned deception detection


माँ मुझे अपने आँचल मैं छुपा ले


माँ मुझे अपने आँचल में छिपा ले गले से लगा ले क़ि और मेरा कोई
फिर न सताऊंगा कभी पास बुला लगले से लगा ले क़ि और मेरा कोई नहीं
माँ मुझे अपने ...
भूल मेरी छोटी सी भूल जाओ माता ऐसे कोई अपनों से रूठ नहीं जाता
रूठ गया हु मैं तू मुझको मन लगले से लगा लेकी और मेरा कोई नहीं
माँ मुझे अपने ...
गोद में तेरी आज तक मैं पला हूँ उंगली पकड़ के तेरी माँ मैं चला हूँ
तेरे बिन मुझको अब कौन संभाले गले से लगा ले क़ि और मेरा कोई नहीं
माँ मुझे अपने

BANNING DECEPTIOIN DETECTION TESTS e.g.Lie Detector,Narco,Brain Mapping



A Tribune SpecialSupreme Court ban on Narco testsThe judgement will restore people’s faith in the system, says

Rajbir Deswal
The Supreme Court has banned the lie-detector, Narco analysis and brain mapping tests. The judgement is viewed as a blow to the investigative agencies which have been restrained from “intruding into an individual’s personal liberty”.
The court has upheld and endorsed the age-old and time-tested dictums, guaranteeing the right of the accused to making a “choice between remaining silent and speaking”; protection against “self-incrimination”; and exercising one’s human right “to refuse a medical test being unwarranted intrusion into personal liberty”.
The court did not find favour with the projection of demands of employing the banned deception detection techniques as averments, even if investigation is imperative in the interest of sovereignty and integrity of India, which the court termed as “hypothetical”. It has also gone to the extent of even interpreting the fact of the acceptance of three techniques of lie detection, Narco analysis and brain mapping as being capable of prejudicing the mind of the trial judge; and also that, such presumptions on the part of the court would stigmatise the accused.
The baggage of truth is always heavy. Hence a few people carry it whereas a guilty human mind prides and survives on lies, which are stashed somewhere to be detected. But as the court intends it to be done, it is not without enough caution and exercising due diligence. The ruling has evoked mixed reactions making it expedient to put things in proper perspective.
“It is fitting that a liar should be a man of good memory”, says Quintilian. Basing their endeavour on this principle, the deception detection experts all over the world seek to know the truth, when it is embalmed or clouded. There can be innumerable theories with regard to the tendency in man to hide the truth as there can be a thousand explanations for this. But here we will deal only with cases involving willful suppression of the truth and try to see how the truth can be exhumed, with the help of the deception detection techniques currently prevalent and as being resorted to by the investigating agencies, initially as an aid to investigation, to be later on padded with corroborative evidence to be led in a court of law.
The polygraph is a graphic description of what biological changes take place in a suspect, regarding his pulse rate, perspiration, EEG, blood pressure, voice modulation etc. This graphic representation indicates what goes on in the subject’s mind at a point of time when he is accused of a certain undesirable behaviour and that when he is being subjected to the test, he is supposed to tell the truth but indulges in hiding it, through conscious effort. The physiological changes that take place in the person’s body are measurable.
The changes are visible on the face too, for example, sunkenness, stretching, twitching, paleness, bulging of eyes, drying of tongue, broken speech, etc. The subject’s actions are such as would not seem normal — tremors, trembling, tapping the ground with the feet and throwing off the limbs in various directions out of anxiety.
The subject’s mind is still not known to the scientist, expert or the investigator. For this, certain medical aids are required and the first generation of polygraph had four types of graphs needed to know the limits of blood pressure, pulse rate, respiration and perspiration. These are involuntary activities and one cannot hide these natural biological responses, unless one is a hardened criminal or has practiced the art of suppression of facts without having to allow these changes to occur or get recorded.
While putting the lie-detection technique into practice on a subject, one gets a normal graph till no “offending and involving questions” are asked. The subject’s blood pressure, respiration, pulse rate and sweat discharge tend to vary with uncomfortable questions that disturb his state of mind which instantaneously and with a biological process manifest themselves into measurable graphic presentations.
“Controlled questions” are queries about which the answer is well in hand, but your subject replies in a very guarded language and mostly contrary to the truth. Here, the polygraph comes to the expert’s rescue for it has already recorded the changes in the graph which appear different from the normal. It goes without saying that there is a certain correlation between the incident and its associated environment, i.e. a crime and its scene.
Suppose a murderer is being polygraphed. You know his probable involvement in the crime. Instead of putting a straight question, “Did you really commit that murder?”, you put a question like this: “Do you live somewhere near Mr X’s house (where the murder was committed)?”
Though you have not directly accused your subject, the graphic biological changes enable you to assume that the subject has become “anxious” and is not “at ease with himself” with the question, and is trying to suppress the truth.
For putting questions to the subject, one has to have standardised questionnaires prepared, in consultation with a psychologist, which he thinks will bring out the desired responses, from the subject, when drafted scientifically and systematically, in a sequential manner. Making assessments and assuming without developing any standard correlations so far as human psychology juxtaposed with criminal behaviour is concerned, it does not help on a polygraph.
Another component added, though lately, to the polygraph is in the form of an electro-encephalogram (EEG). Besides the other four components, the EEG provides a graph on the functional aspect of the brain while the lie-detection test is on. Though EEG is a very sensitive equipment, with the help of the standardised questionnaire, it helps in giving out a pattern of graphs of how the brain reacted to certain queries. But if the subject is suffering from epilepsy or other diseases related to the functional aspect of the brain, the desired results may not be coming forth.
Yet another addition to the polygraph was in the form of the Voice Stress Analyser (VSA). In this scheme, a very sensitive microphone is placed in front of the subject’s mouth to record the vibrations produced while speaking. Audio perceptions beyond the reach of the human ear are graphed meticulously on the VSA and all accents, pitch-variations, voice-modulations, thought-blocks and articulations are noticed which add new meaning to the stress-evaluation technique. In the VSA, two properties of the voice or the sound produced are important. These are pitch and frequency. For one articulation, they differ from man to man.
The salivation-measuring technique could never be added to the polygraph. The Chinese have been known historically to be using an indigenous and unique way of lie detection and that being assessing drying of the mouth, as a result of the stoppage of salivation, due to stressful conditions. In olden times in China, the investigators used to put rice powder in the mouth of the suspect while confronting him with the question of his involvement in a crime. He was then asked to spit it out. If there was dampness because of salivation in the spitten powder, the subject was declared innocent.
All detection deception techniques prescribed by modern-day psychologists are endeavours to make the subject shed his introversion and become an extrovert (to put it in simple words) under relaxed conditions. A three-way formula is generally suggested for stress-evaluation on polygraph, Narco analysis and brain mapping. This comprises a pre-set interview, an interview and a review.
As for the accuracy of polygraph, Dr. V.V. Pillay, a professor in AIMS, Cochin, says that “despite claims of 90 per cent and 95 per cent of reliability, a recent survey estimated the test average accuracy of polygraph at 61per cent, which is a little better than “chance”. In 2003, the National Academy of Sciences, USA, issued a report entitled “Polygraph and Lie Detection” which stated that a majority of the polygraph tests was “unreliable, unscientific and biased”. In most countries, the polygraph test is not admissible in evidence unless supported by other corroborative and conclusive evidence.
Coming to Narco analysis, it is said to be an area which envisages many negatives and positives involved in the technology; ethics and legality of the same again remaining questionable. Brain mapping, which involves analysing graphs generated through electrodes on information having been stored, or not stored in one’s brain, is still voted to be more acceptable.
The popular perception as has lately obtained is that with certain necessary ingredients roped in the process of Narco tests, the technique should have counted with the courts in as much as transparency in executing the test is exercised; the log of activities and process is maintained; videography is done; the subject’s free consent is obtained; and he or she be convinced about the Narco administering experts’ objectivity in neither being a witness of defence nor prosecution, but an expert helping the court to arrive at the obtainment of certain facts — is concerned.Barbiturates (sodium pentothal) or drugs like scopolamine to lessen the subject’s inhibition, shedding his reservations and coming out freely to share information and feelings are administered in the Narco analysis test. This drug was also known as the “truth serum” and was used in 1922 in Texas (US) for the first time by Robert House. Under controlled circumstances of a laboratory, a suspect is injected with hypnotics like sodium pentothal or Amytal, the dose of which to be administered depends on the person’s age, sex and health besides other physical presentations.
Then the subject is not in a position to speak on his own but can answer questions after he is given some suggestions. These tests are generally done by the Forensic Science Laboratories in Bangalore and Ahmedabad. In India, the projections of Narco anaylsis are padded with findings of the polygraph and brain mapping while prosecuting the accused persons.
Of late, the Indian forensic science community has been seen to be swearing by and has even moved on to the refined version of deception detection by Narco analysis called Brain Electrical Oscillation Signature Test (BEOS), popularly known as brain mapping. This technique also called Brain Finger Printing determines, whether specific information is stored in a suspect’s brain or not. It does not give out the details of the crime committed by an accused. But it does give a graphic representation that confirms that the information about the crime is “available” with the suspect.
Now, how come the information is there with the suspect cannot be explained but there is a presumption that the accused knows something about the crime or his misdemeanor. It is done by measuring the electrical brain wave responses to words spoken or picture displayed to the subject.
That the brain processes “known relevant information” differently and “unknown and irrelevant information” differentially, was first invented by Lawrence Farwell in 1990. Such processing of known information like details of crime stored in the brain is revealed by specific pattern in the EEG of that person.
Technically explaining, brain mapping involves confrontation with a stimulus of special significance with electrical signal known as P300, emitted from individual’s brain, beginning approximately 300 million milliseconds after the confrontation. For forensic purposes, P-300 is considered as a response of stimuli related to a crime, for example, a murder weapon or victim’s face etc. Of late, MERMER (memory encoding related multifaceted electro-encephacophic response) is being used which includes P-300 and provides a higher level of accuracy.
Since it is based on EEG signals and graphs, the system does not require the subject to speak at all and he in way continues to exercise his right to keep silent. The suspect wears a special hair band with electronic censor that measure the EEG from several locations on the scalp. He views stimuli consisting of words, phrases, pictures etc. on a computer screen or even directly.
The stimuli are of three types: (i) ‘stimuli’ irrelevant to the investigation and to the subject; (ii) ‘target’ stimuli relevant to the investigation and known to the subject; and (iii) ‘probe’ stimuli relevant to investigation and that the subject denies. These probes contain information that is known to perpetrator and investigators, and not to the general public, or to the innocent suspect. This determination is computed mathematically and does not involve the subjective judgement of the scientist.
Advantages that can be counted of brain finger printing include the fact that they do not depend on the emotions of the subject’s information, nor are they affected by the emotional responses. Also unlike polygraph, it does not attempt to determine whether or not the subject is lying or telling the truth.
It only measures the subject’s brain responses to relevant words or pictures or scenarios to detect whether or not the relevant information is stored in the subject’s brain or otherwise. Probably for this reason over 99 per cent accuracy has been reported in brain mapping in laboratory as also field applications.
With the latest ban on deception detection techniques like polygraph, Narco analysis and brain mapping, the investigating agencies may have suffered a blow in expeditiously reaching out to truth. However, keeping in view the self-incriminating nature of this kind of evidence and consequences of employing these tools on an individual’s liberty, the judgement will not only restore people’s faith in the system but also enhance all right-thinking citizens’ respect for human rights and values.
The writer, a senior IPS officer of Haryana, has specialised in Technology-Driven Policing. He is also a National Police Trainer recognised by the Bureau of Police Research and Development, New Delhi




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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

"Delhi better;Karachi twice dead as Chicago cemetery"



Delhi-cious!


by Rajbir Deswal


The Tribune carries it today/http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100504/edit.htm#5


News has reached us claiming that Delhi is the most popular city among foreign tourists. Contrast this claim with the Economist Intelligence Unit’s survey done some years back which dubbed Delhi as the ‘third worst city’ for foreigners and one is bound to get confused.
The impression given historically may be that “Delhi is the capital of the losing streak. It is the metropolis of the crossed wire, the missed appointment, the puncture, the wrong number...” but when it comes to the aspects of health and safety; culture and environment; and infrastructure, Delhi is the third worst city in the world to live in, for foreigners, after Port Moresby in Papua Guinea and Karachi in Pakistan.
I have no reason to differ with the survey conducted by the Economist Intelligence Unit as also FICCI (Federation of Indian Chambers of Commerce and Industry) but going by the accounts of the travellers and chroniclers, it is a mixed bag of impressions but largely in favour of the Indian capital, and yes a bit, against Karachi.
John Foster Fraser, in his Round the World on a Wheel, (1899) describes Delhi as “the most uncertain minded of cities in the world. It is like a fidgety girl who will first sit here and there, then somewhere else, and 50 square miles of ground and 20,000 ruins tell where it has rested. The modern Delhi is like the capricious girl grown up—charming and imperial. But also, like so many grown up and charming ladies, Delhi is a city with a past.”
Through a letter written to her family on February 18, 1916, Gertrude Bell, having enjoyed the hospitality of the Viceroy conveyed her impressions of Delhi as: “Though I knew the plans and drawings I didn’t realise how gigantic it was till I walked over it. They have blasted away hills and filled up valleys, but the great town itself is as yet little more than foundations. The roads are laid out that lead from it to the four corners of India, and down each vista you see the ruins of some older imperial Delhi. A landscape made up of empires is something to conjure with.”
Our own VS Naipaul, in An Area of Darkness (1964) strikes a satirical note when he says about Delhi that “The streets were wide and grand, the roundabouts endless: a city built for giants, built for its vistas, for its symmetry: a city which remained its plan, unquickened and unhumanised, built for people who would be protected from its openness, from the whiteness of its light, to whom the trees were like the trees on an architect’s drawing, decorations, not intended to give shade: a city built like a monument.”
In 1874, Edward Lear in a letter to Lord Carling Ford exhibited interesting wordplay — “Delhi, where I stayed 10 days making Delhineations of the Delhicate architecture as is all impressed on my mind as in Delhi by as the Delhiterious quality of the water of that city.”
As for Karachi, George Woodcock, in his Asia’s, Gods and Cities exclaimed, “It rises from a barren desert.” Care for the other impression about the city? Well, it goes like this—Karachi, the Americans say, “is half the size of Chicago cemetery and twice as dead.”

Monday, May 3, 2010

Mechanical, Commercial Existence & Us!


Having travelled East and West coasts of the US, and also the South, I found abandoned and outdated engine parts preserved and displayed as souvenirs. Does it not enough indicate they should have bid good bye to a mechanical existence long back, but it sells folks, and that is how you survive and lead (commercially), like the US of A.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Chasm-E-Baddoor!!!


Wearing shades, goggles, glasses, or a chashma, for us is a sinful act involving kinda vanity, style, ostentation, flamboyance and what not. And Haryanvis go a step further. They will call you ‘machya hoya/hoyi’ . It’s diff to say it in Queens Lingo but will give it a try. “He/she is as if electrified!” No, not electrocuted!

My actor Looks sans Luck!

Perhaps I had the LOOKS of an actor but not the LUCK! Would have then loved to act Julius Caesar with all his heroism,haughtiness,pride,aura,and above all a self-consuming weekness for one's own self! And I have a cut-scar too on my forehead which could well without makeup double up as a signature of battles fought!

Saturday, May 1, 2010

My Radio Active Backyard! There was enough evidence!


Scrap of evidence

by:Rajbir Deswal

(I wrote this for The Tribune in 2004)

AT the dead of the night, I tiptoed surreptitiously into the courtyard, thinking that none in the house had seen me indulging in that unusual act. Very secretly and making doubly sure of not being “caught in the act”, I took out the matchbox from my pocket and lighted a stick as dexterously as not to make any noise.
I set to fire the collected scrap-stock of mine and sneaked back into the room wading through the darkness around, on to the bed. Cautious enough not to make my better half wake up, I lay with the crackling sound still reaching my ears and a lightened up scene outside the windows as if Sun had risen at the dead of the night. As if the spectre wasn’t eerie enough, there was a bang!
Oh my God! What a blunder have I committed? And what in my scrap pile could have caused the explosion? Why after all should I have invited the trouble myself! On the neighbours’ information, the Intelligence Bureau sleuths should be on the trail and reaching my house any moment. The TV channels would beam a “yet another scandal” and the late night editions of the leading dailies would flash stories like — “Another Scrap Site Located”.
My links would be established with Al Qaida and Iraq. I might well be referred to during the Bush-Kerry debate with Bush telling — “Haven’t I bin tellin the entire wuerld, the Dub-liu-em-dees might have bin thaken out of Erauq, laang laang backh.” In the international scrap market, most likely, I could be branded as a Scrap Mogul by the morning.
I cursed my unusual habit of remaining glued to things I acquired even after they fell into disuse much against the wishes of my wife who suggested umpteen times we had sold the stuff through our driver at the Jama Masjid chor-bazar.
In collusion with my driver, only last night had I cleared in the same clandestine manner, the stuff collected for years in the junkyard called garage which was overflowing with useless axles, tie rods, jump rods, filters, fan belts, exhaust and hose pipes besides used coils, armatures, battery packs, tyres, etc. There remained a lighter consignment of film roll containers, empty gas lighters, dried up ballpoint refills, useless CDs and DVDs, replaced computer parts and lithium batteries which I had just then burnt.
I was still pondering over what exactly could have caused the explosion. “It could be the lithium batteries now sleep darling!” wife whispered in my ears as if she ‘heard’ my thoughts and turned side. But more intriguing was the expression on the driver’s face during the day, when I asked him to find out the nearest well. He might not have then known of my plans to dispose of the cast-offs, fearing a raid on my scrap pile.