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Guns n Mysore

With a gun, on a bike, in the streets of Mysore. Then you

enter the Deputy Commissioner’s Office!

Read the entire Star of Mysore report.

Mysore, Dec. 27 (MRS,RK& DM)- With the terror attack on Mumbai a month ago (Nov. 26) still fresh in the minds of the people, Mysore city was witness to security breach, that too in the DC’s Office, yesterday.

Deputy Commissioner P. Manivannan, the top man in the District Administration, was surprised to find a man with a rifle casually enter his chamber and take a seat in front of him.

Luckily for Manivannan the man who entered his chamber was not a terrorist, but Vivek Cariappa, a progressive farmer from H.D. Kote taluk who had come to renew his gun licence. Vivek’s unchecked entry into the DC’s chamber exposes the lapse in the so-called ‘tight’ security. The citizens are now wondering how safe the city is considering the District’s Chief Administrator himself is so vulnerable.

Vivek came on his motorcycle to the city yesterday at 9.30 am carrying his .315 bore rifle for licence renewal.

Vivek did not have a cover for the rifle so he put it in a bag which only partly covered it. Vivek travelled from H.D. Kote to Mysore with a pillion rider who was holding on to this bag with the rifle’s barrel sticking out of the bag. The duo passed the main streets of the city carrying the partly exposed rifle. In fact, the duo drove around Mysore Palace and famed K.R. Circle. Although the Civil Policemen and Traffic Policemen along the route noticed him closely, they did not bother to question him.

Vivek, who had thought that tight security arrangements have been made in the wake of recent terror attacks in Mumbai, was shocked when no one questioned him, let alone stopping him.

Vivek, who began his ‘journey’ along with the rifle went through Sayyaji Rao Road, Irwin Road, Ashoka Road, D. Devaraj Urs Road, JLB Road, Law Courts, ZP Office and Crawford Hall before reaching the Deputy Commissioner’s Office at 1.30 pm.

Although he stood holding his rifle for about 15 minutes at the auto stand of DC’s Office, nobody bothered to question him.

Shocked at this security lapse and lethargy of the Policemen standing on the first floor of the DC’s Office, he intentionally entered the chamber of the DC at 1.45 pm to test how much more irresponsible and negligent the Policemen would be.

A Dafedaar and three Policemen, out of whom one was the DC’s gunman, stood at the entrance of the DC’s chamber like mute spectators.

The Deputy Commissioner on seeing Vivek enter his chamber holding a rifle, was taken aback and asked him as to how he had managed to enter his chamber with a rifle in hand even though there were Policemen at the entrance.

Vivek, after introducing himself, said that it was as easy as walking into any other office and explained to the DC how he had ridden all over the city with the rifle exposed without being questioned by the Police who were ever present.

Manivannan defending the Police said that “The Policemen might not have questioned you as the rifle was kept in a bag” and later warned Vivek saying “there is tight security in the city. If they catch you like this they can cancel your gun licence”.

Vivek Cariappa, who laughed at the warning, replied to the DC: “Sir, if you don’t believe me, then I will leave my bag here itself and go out holding only the rifle and return, just see.”

Saying this Vivek ventured out of the DC’s chamber carrying the rifle in hand. He walked around the DC’s Office and returned to the DC’s chamber after a while, once again without any police man stopping him or questioning him.

The shocked Manivannan was at a loss for words when Vivek returned and sat back in his chair in front of the DC.

Manivannan then summoned the Policemen posted at the entrance of his chamber and took them to task.

The confused Policemen said that they simply allowed the man inside the chamber as they thought he was well-known to him (DC) looking at the speed with which he rushed into the office carrying his rifle.

This explanation stunned the DC who did not know how to react except stare at them in disbelief.

Vivek later asked “If there is no security for the DC’s office itself, then what will be the fate of the common man ?”

Manivannan observed that it is a serious matter and that he would talk to the Police Commissioner, in this regard.

Highlighting, summarizing and even punditing is unnecessary.

A Good day

For America and the world.

Wish I could be here.

Legal Kannada

Star Of Mysore has an editorial today on court judgments being written in Kannada. The editorial questions  P. D. Dinakaran’s (the new Chief Justice of Karnataka High Court) call to lower court judges to write judgments in Kannada. Let me quote two paragraphs in particular.

It has been made out that if judgements are written in Kannada, the petitioners will clearly understand the ruling. That is a bit hard to concede because Kannada in use in the State has distinct variations. Influence of Malayalam and Tulu in Dakshina Kannada district, that of Marathi in Uttara Kannada district, Urdu in Hyderabad-Karnataka region, and lastly, Telugu and Tamil in districts bordering Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu can yield court rulings not 100 per cent intelligible to petitioners.

Higher courts in which judgements of lower courts are questioned will have to wrestle with the aforementioned variants of Kannada even if translated into English for the benefit of Higher Court Judges who do not know Kannada.

Now this line of argument is nonsense. Variations in Kannada aren’t so radical as to prevent a Kannadiga from Bellari understand the judgment given in Kodagu. Kannada has been used for writing for over 1600 years and it has functioned quite well if only because written language is always by and large shared by all Kannada speakers. And then to suggest that English is without variants and perfectly transparent to everybody is idiotic.

Finally, why is this question of translation such a big issue? At any given point of time, there are less than thirty non-Kannada speaking High Court judges. Give each one a personal translator and the problem is solved.

A Job Done Well

The most-written, over-hyped, over-NBCed (rest of the world is lucky that it is not subjected to NBC’s ghastly coverage of Olympics) Olympic hero Michael Phelps (and his coach, Bob Bowman) nevertheless must have this feeling of true satisfaction. Everything they had planned, hoped and aspired for worked out. Beyond all the money and fame, ultimately, that’s the goal and for a coach and athlete, there is no greater feeling than a job done well.

Usain ‘the lightning’ Bolt was just fantastic.

Jacques Rogge, the IOC President, is an idiot.

Bicycle lanes

If, as SOM reported yesterday, Mysore Deputy Commissioner Manivannan comes through on his promise of separate bicycle lanes in city roads, that would be splendid.

It is important to encourage bicycle riding in a city like Mysore, which is still manageable and where people can get around on bicycles. I do not know whether Manivannan’s move will result in anything concrete but I commend any bureaucrat who took a moment to notice the traffic on our roads and especially, the plight of bicycle riders.

Manivannan himself promises to ride a bicycle as from November 1st as long as he is posted in Mysore and use his official car only when necessary. Good for him.

A play called Ghandi

ESPN.com’s Paul Kuharsky reports that Indianapolis Colts run a play called Ghandi.

Tight End Dallas Clark explains:

“Usually, I know the origin or the background of what the code word means for the play. But for Ghandi, I’ve forgotten how that one came about. Six years in this offense, we have everything. Some you question or some are really good because they make sense, maybe they give the direction of left or right.”

So what does Ghandi mean?

“I can’t tell you that,” he said. “All we have to hear is Ghandi and we know what we are doing, so I don’t know the extent we can talk about the words. Because that’s how we get to that play, is by that word. So if someone knows what that word means, then they can pick up on some stuff.”

Clark catches football for a living and doesn’t do Indian history. So not knowing what Ghandi means isn’t such a big deal.

May be I should stop bugging my students for not knowing enough about Gandhi or for spelling his name wrong.