November 21, 2007

A small drop in an ocean

You know I don’t just complain when I see something wrong with the world. I also point out when I see something good. I had one such experience this week, and it was with the Mumbai Traffic Police.

I got caught by a cop for running a red light at the Churchgate stoplight, where I thought the left turn was free. I was stopped, asked for my driving license and told that there would be a 200 rupee fine. I don’t think it is right for us to bribe, given that we complain about cops asking for bribes all the time. So I told him that I would pay the fine as long as he gives me a receipt. He said with a glint in his eye, that the fine couldn’t be paid there, and that I would have to turn in my license, collect it the next day from the central police station and pay the fine at that time. I said that was fine. His facial expression suggested displeasure at having lost a potential bribe. He said, “Okay, you look like a decent guy. How about you give me a hundred bucks and I let you go with your license?” I replied, “As long as you give me a receipt for the bribe, I am up for it.” With embarrassment etched all over his face, he said, “Fine then, collect your license from the police station tomorrow.”

The next day, I went to the police station. That’s when the party started. I was squinting in the afternoon sun trying to figure out which counter to stand in line at, when I heard the cop at the nearest counter say, in English, “May I help you, Sir?” I fought a nagging desire to pinch myself as I walked up to him. I gave him my fine receipt and paid the fine. While giving me back my license, he gave me a feedback form. He said, “I would greatly appreciate if you could fill this form, sir.” I filled it up, and as I handed it back to him, he asked me if the cop at the intersection had asked for a bribe. I told him that he had. He said, “Please give me his name, so I can file a complaint with the anti-corruption bureau.” I said that I didn’t know his name. He gave me a card with a telephone number on it, and said, “If you ever have trouble with a cop, especially as far as bribes are concerned, just call this number. We have roaming squads of anti-corruption bureau officers who will come and take care of it within 15 minutes.” I didn’t know what to say. I thanked him, to which he grinned broadly and replied, “Mention not!” As I walked back to my car, I could not help but think that the fine had been worth it.

This may seem like a small isolated instance of professionalism and honesty in an ocean of corruption, but it is a turning point. I said just a few days ago that the scary thing about our national attitude is that it isn’t going change anytime soon. Could I be proven wrong? I certainly hope so! I sincerely hope that one by one, these little nuggets of wonder called ‘pleasant experiences with the government’ add up until a day comes when they are the rule rather than the exception. After all, little drops fill up an ocean.

November 19, 2007

September 22, 2007: An open letter...

This letter is addressed to all the people who I have had the pleasure of knowing during my four years at Austin, and who I have had to honor of playing with as part of the Longhorn Cricket Club. It elaborates on my cricket experiences after becoming a UT Alum.

Today, I played my first match outside the Longhorn Cricket Club team, and I am confident I have done the team proud with my performance. It was certainly a difficult day to play cricket, with the late monsoon showers spraying the pitch every now and then. It seems that my reputation as a decent opening bowler has followed me to India, since when we lost the toss and were asked to bowl; I was given the ball to open our campaign. The rain led to the match being a quick affair, with each team having only eight overs.

The rustiness showed immediately as I started off with a wide. It seemed like bowling over arm was not my cup of tea anymore. But I bounced back pretty quickly. The second ball was my trademark short ball to welcome the batsman to the crease. Our team proved to be outstanding and with a concentrated effort we restricted the opposition to a paltry eleven runs all out. My performance was a respectable 2-0-6-2, with three runs and a wickets coming in each over. The best part was that both my wicket taking balls cleaned up the batsman’s middle stump.

Clearly we were not the only team to have a good bowling attack. I got a chance to bat with only four runs on the board. Since we needed eight runs in 5.5 overs, I wasn’t too worried. I just needed to protect my wicket and runs would come. The runs came, with me hitting a six over the long off boundary on my fifth ball. I got flashbacks of batting against the Hawks in my last game as part of the Longhorn Cricket Club team, and of hitting a six on the last ball during my last taped tennis ball tournament. We got two more runs off wides and the game had been won. I was 6* off 11 balls with no fours and a six.

You might say this was a great match to have as a come-back to playing cricket. But I wasn’t pleased with my performance. I bowled a fair number of wides and was not able to swing the ball. I guess that is what happens when you play with a rubber ball. All in all, a great day of gully cricket!!