Failsafe tripping gear against overload, overheat and dehydration in a billion-strong democracy (give or take a crore-and-a-quarter) in perpetual election motion has rarely ever been a multi-national corporate responsibility, overtly at least, chiefly because of abundantly-available entrepreneurial skills fostered locally by the import-substitution mantra – a concept with roots on an industrious scale to bring the billions of India Inc dollars not spent on Research and Development to international attention. Overlooked in the breathless pace of the democratic calendar, which, to give the devil its due, has had to be punctuated into ample phases for its meaning to be lost in transaction, are repeated pyrometric indicators where the needles say ‘cool’ after every trial-run of the lynch-mob model of government by the people. Explanations by experts have varied from abnormally asymmetric doping in the central prototype to unaccountable surge phenomena – lately also suspected to have been active in areas of highly contentious and speculative operations – tentatively attributed to sanctuaries of constantly shifting bases.
It was never considered a sunrise field, much less one constrained by permanent or impermanent wicket-fences, but explorations in systems boasting of historic continuity have inexplicably fought shy of vivid, descriptive flourishes boldly adopted in contiguous proximity with only a periodical acquaintance with hustings. The contender, after all, could not have been so dense as to inherit nothing of its founder’s brutal honesty. And ‘non-state actors’ does carry the stamp of authority required for recognition as a factor in determining what courses to take in the discipline of reading the past. New Delhi’s capitalization on this account has sadly been too squeamish to match the directness and candour of its counterpart to accord its own, and far deadlier, Biped Tridents the same oblique legitimacy, and comes across, therefore, as a poor destination for parking funds as well as futures.
Consequently, gear could be increasingly out of syncro-mesh with the collective conscience of a nation driven by xeroxed motor-shows, and re-enter public vocabulary once again with reference to equipments of defence and offence as admissible on the floor of the parliament and other legislatures, particularly if comprised of a can of gasoline and a box of matches. Details of subsidiary accessories in the Human Torch experiment (or policy!) could be available by just a short high-profile dash to the Safdarjung Hospital, but who in his right mind would contemplate the one-way trip to kingdom-come to list the apparatus and procedure for Murder by Mob? Because Kashmir’s Engineer Rasheed lived to tell the tale, he knows only half the story, and the learned Sudhendra Kulkarni of the Kasuri fame can only utter two words: India Ink.