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Month: March, 2015

INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY AND THE SECOND INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION

INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY AND
THE SECOND INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION **
By Engr. K. Vijayachandran F.I.E

 

Developments in computer, communication and satellite technologies have revolutionized processing and transmission of information: These have given birth to Information Technology or IT.

Electronic chip has ushered in a Second Industrial revolution, the first one was triggered by steam engine that led to the extensive use of energy in processing and transportation of materials.

The two revolutions, one after the other, within a span two centuries, are shaping up the destiny of Man, in a big way.

They are preparing Him for a leap forward vis a vis His relationship with the Universe he has come to occupy. There are similarities and parallels in the two revolutions.

The first industrial revolution enhanced the material or physical productivity of Man with machines supplementing His hands.

The second revolution has already enhanced His intellectual productivity several fold, with huge information processing machines or super computers supplementing His brain.

The first one socialized material production on a large scale and led to the forced creation of a global market and a global production system; the second revolution is rapidly socializing and globalizing intellectual production.

Super computers operating as public utilites and providing information power to households and workplaces in every town is a near term possibility.

Computer networks and information highways are shaping up as parallels and a challenge to the energy and transportation systems, built across nations and continents.

Extensive use of machines in material production had offered an unprecedented era of plenty and leisure as well as cultural and spiritual advancement.

But there were constraints and these continue; They are of social origin and emanates from the backwardness of production relations.

IT power is further revolutionizing every sphere of material production
to make it less and less demanding on nature and environment.

Need for processing of energy and materials is coming down rapidly
thanks to enhanced intellectual inputs.

IT’s impact on every creative endeavor art, science or technology is
unprecedented.

Bulk of recent investments made in global economy is thus on IT
and not in steel plants, aluminum smelters or machine building plants.

Profit leverage of IT investments being large, Bill Gates & Co reap
super-profits.

This was the case with the first industrial revolution as well: super profits on machines conquered the world and created empires with no sunsets.

Indebted nations surrendered to the power of cannons as elites
betrayed their own people.

Liberation was a proletarian task and was short-lived.

IT has opened a new era of intellectual sophistry of liberals who draw sustenance from nuclear blackmail: history has ended, consensus has yielded to competition, planning to market, human bondage to cash incentives and
the promises of a brave new world to crass technological pessimism.

Should IT turn humans into robots and automats and debase Man at a turning point of His evolution into Superman?

That is a moral question and not one of economic efficiency. Capital and profits can not, for long, dictate the course of second industrial
revolution.

Man is in pursuit of, not the end of his own history.

He is in pursuit of something dear and near to his inner self, probably
the Paradise Lost?

John Milton to Bernard Shaw?
Karel Capek and Asimov?

**Synopsis of the talk, August 24th 1998
Rotary Club, Thiruvananthapuram: Retyped by Vijayasree, my grand daughter on 31-04-2015

CHETAN BHAGAT AND HIS HALF GIRL FRIEND

BOOK REVIEW
CHETAN BHAGAT AND HIS HALF GIRL FRIEND
By Engr. K Vijayachandran F.I.E
In his fifth novel, Half Girlfriend, Chetan Bhagat tells the love story of Madhav Jha and Riya Somani in three Acts, a prologue and then an epilogue. Story is told in first person singular: Prologue and epilogue are, of course, by the author himself.

Madhav is the chief narrator in the three Acts, staged in Delhi, Bihar and then in New York. However, heart of the story gets narrated by the fuzzy scribbling of the puzzled heroine and the author plays Sherlock Homes. The book reads more like a film script and less like a novel: No wonder, all Chetan novels had found ready takers in the Bollywood.

Stories and characters of Chetan are molded around Indian Institutes of Technology (IITs) and Indian Institutes of Management (IIMs), patronized by the English speaking elite classes of India. Chetan is a Punjabi and a product of Army School Delhi: Later took a degree in mechanical engineering from Delhi IIT and then an MBA from Ahmedabad IIM.

Unlike most others of his class, Chetan did not migrate to the West but joined a new generation bank in India, and got married to his Chennai based Iyer girlfriend from the IIM. His books and films were a roaring success among the newly rich younger generations of India. However, his Half-Girlfriend initiative seems to be giving troubles and attracting resentments.

In the present novel, Chetan has chosen St. Stephens College Delhi instead of IIT or IIM: Act I is enacted in the vast expanses of this good old institution, founded by the British in 1881, soon after British Raj shifted its head quarters from Calcutta and East India Company was taken over by British Crown. St. Stephens was the pride of British India and its elite classes, and had served as a role model of not only for the Benarus Hindu and Aligar Muslim Universities, and also their post-independence secular edition of Jawaharlal Nehru University. Among the 45 Alumnus listed in its webpage is several dignitaries, living and deceased: Fakhrudeen Ali Ahmed, Kushwant Singh, Sitaram Yachury and many others.

Madhav, a Bihari and a member of Dumraon royal family from Buxar district, is simply overwhelmed by the imperial campus of St. Stephan and its decidedly superior culture supported by authority, as he seeks admission to a post-graduate course in Social Sciences, on the strength of his certificates, as a well established state player of basketball. He finds Language as the biggest barrier in communication, as theorized by Hermann Hess, the great German mystic. And, finally he manages the selection on sports quota, with the help of a Bihari compatriot, who happened to be the sports faculty at St. Stephan’s.

Love and commitment for basketball brings Madhav closer to Riya, an under-graduate, who later signs up as his half-girlfriend. Apparently, that was the maximum relationship that could be suffered by the author, considering the acute class contradictions that existed between the two: Riya belonged to an immensely wealthy Banya family settled down in Delhi and engaged in global commerce. And, it does not take much time for global commerce to assert itself and Riya get married to a wealthy NRI in London. Madhav survives the shock, completes his degree and gets back to Bihar, feeling sick of the world of commerce under the hegemony of the absurdly rich.

After a fourteen hour rail journey from Delhi, as he travels in an auto rickshaw from Dumraon station to his royal residence, known as Raja ki haveli in the locality, Madhav critically recalls his history lessons in the local school, on the Great Battle of Buxar in 1764: “Frankly, it should be renamed the Embarrassing Battle of Buxar”, he laments, and then continues with his soliloquy: “The battle was fought between the British East India Company and the combined armies of three Indian States –Mir Qasim, the Nawab of Bengal, Shuja-ud-Doula, the Nawab of Awadh, and the Mughal King, Shah Alam II. The Indian side had 40,000 troops. The British had less than 10,000. Guess what happened? The British clobbered us. How? The three Indian kings ended up fighting with each other: In a day the British had won the battle and taken control of most of India. I don’t think Indians have learnt much since that day. We remain as divided as ever. Everyone still tries to cut a deal for themselves while the nation goes to hell”. That of course, was plain AAP talk and Chetan refuses to prescribe any solution.

Dust clouds created by the bumpy auto ride were very much unlike the Delhi experience and no roads were visible in most places. Class rooms and offices of the Royal School of Dumraon, organized by her mother, had occupied most part of the old palace complex, which looked as expansive as the St, Stephens, in the absence of compound walls and security gates. Madhav’s return from Delhi was celebrated with poojas, feasts and coronation ceremonies with the active participation of local people and political classes, including MP, MLA Sarpanch and others.

Madhav makes earnest efforts to help his mother’s school but finds the social, political and administrative backwardness of Bihar as real obstacles. He was lucky to get Bill Gates to visit the Royal School in trouble and with the help of the language and organizing skills of Riya, managed to get a large dollar grant for upgrading its hardware and software: Riya had by then got a divorce from her filthy-rich husband and was living on the funds provided by her father, who was no more. Sudden disappearance of Riya was a puzzle for Madhav. In the prologue part of the novel, Madhav had sought the help of Chetan, as a renowned author who knows best the pulse of our new generation English speaking intelligentsia.

Chetan deciphers the mystery of Riya’s disappearance and advises the Bihari to look for her in the bars of New York bars, where young and old US citizens flock together in the late night and listen to heartrending songs and music by those who are alienated from society, thanks to merciless global business. It appears the scribbling of Riya had given sufficient indications that her own status as an individual, alienated from her own family and society at large, needed that sort of deliverance; not very different from our Banarus or Haridwar.

I have no idea if Chetan had read or studied as part of his MBA curriculum, the Communist Manifesto, which is a poetic rendition of a serious charge sheet against the modern bourgeoisie classes: “The bourgeoisie, wherever it has got the upper hand, has put an end to all feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations. It has pitilessly torn asunder the motley feudal ties that bound man to his “natural superiors”, and has left no other nexus between people than naked self-interest, than callous “cash payment….

..It has drowned out the most heavenly ecstasies of religious fervor, of chivalrous enthusiasm, of philistine sentimentalism, in the icy water of egotistical calculation. It has resolved personal worth into exchange value, and in place of the numberless indefeasible chartered freedoms, has set up that single, unconscionable freedom — Free Trade. In one word, for exploitation, veiled by religious and political illusions, it has substituted naked, shameless, direct, brutal exploitation…

..The bourgeoisie has stripped of its halo every occupation hitherto honored and looked up to with reverent awe. It has converted the physician, the lawyer, the priest, the poet, the man of science, into its paid wage laborers. The bourgeoisie has torn away from the family its sentimental veil, and has reduced the family relation into a mere money relation.”
Anyway, with or without Marx or his manifesto, Madhav makes a thorough search of the dark gullies and avenues of New York, where sentiments, love and poetic feelings supposedly get translated into soul-searching music. Fifty pages of Madhav’s adventures in New York expose the cultural poverty of Indian Diaspora in USA. Riya get liberated from this mess by Madhav and the couple decide to round off her status as half-girlfriend. They finally settle down in Dumraon and decides to spend three months in US every year and with the Midas touch of Bill Gates, the Royal school turns global.

Chetan has proved his story telling abilities through half a dozen novels in English. He has chiseled a craft that effectively communicates with a narrow band of compatriots with very high purchasing power: the new generation technocrats and bureaucrats of a rapidly changing India. He is yet to prove communication skills, outside of his class and time. Half girlfriend is a feeble attempt in this direction: But he is sure to do much better if he starts writing in Hindi or in Punjabi.

Eod/15-02-2015

EMS: The Malayalee of Twentieth Century

REMEMBERING ELAMKULAM MANAKKAL SANKARAN NAMBOODIRIPPADU
By Engr. K Vijayachandran F.I.E

As a true Marxist, EMS always identified himself with humanity, with its past, present and future, by consciously participating in its day-to-day struggles towards discovering its own destiny. He was a rare phenomenon: Liberating himself from the stranglehold of caste and religion was a small accomplishment, compared to the thorough shake-up of Namboodiri community, that had hegemonised the life and culture of Malayalees, for more than a millennium, by using the magical spells of his name-sake, Aadi Sankara.

We had met for the first time in May 1979. That was while travelling in the Kerala Express: EMS was travelling to Kerala, in his capacity as the General Secretary of CPI(M), which had made rapid strides under his leadership, thanks to the principled fight against semi-fascist terror, under Indira’s emergency regime. I was travelling with my wife, daughter and son as a prelude to our repartition to Kerala, after eighteen years of my employment with BHEL. That was after two years of protracted struggles within BHEL, under the guidance of P Ramamurthy, the then General Secretary of CITU, against an unpatriotic collaboration proposal with the Siemens of West Germany. I was considered then a martyr by most CPI(M) leaders, a role, I had consistently refused to play. EMS was concerned about my professional future, and was sceptical about my plans in Kerala, for selling Engineering and Management consultancy to bourgeois as well as proletarian classes.

And later, while rendering professional services to the trade union movement, the CPI(M) as well as LDF Governments in Kerala, I had several occasions to discuss with EMS, my own experience as well as that of the working class movement in Kerala and the country at large, from the perspective of India’s Peoples’ Democratic Revolution. Like many others of my class, committed to Indian revolution, I too was impatient and critical of the leadership of CPI(M). Nevertheless, he used to give a patient hearing to all our submissions but pleading with us to be patient, and to understand that the party in concrete was different from the party in abstract. And, he had always succeeded in pacifying, us, the class of arm-chair revolutionaries.

I had participated in all the Kerala state conferences of CPI(M) after settling down in Kerala and the Thiruvananthapuram Congress of 1989 and on all such occasions, sharing with EMS my own impressions, through brief written submissions, was a habit with me from the early eighties. At the time of Palghat Conference, I was Adviser to Industries Minister. Soon after that painful and tragic developments, I made a personal call on EMS at his Manacuad apartments. That was in February 1998, just a few weeks before his death. The good old argument on ‘party in concrete vs party in abstract’ could not hold water, any more. Despite his being the sole moral authority within Kerala CPI(M), EMS did not care to offer any sort of defence for the demeanour of the organisation at Palghat, and pleaded old age as the only reason for shying away from an open confrontation with the enemy within. And, I stole his support for revolting in my own way, simply by touching his feet with both hands, as I took leave of him with tears.

EMS was a rare phenomenon. Elite classes of Kerala, with whom he fought relentlessly, had a sort of love-hate relationship with him: they hated the Man, but valued his Image. How else could one interpret Malaylala Manorama choosing EMS as the Malayalee of Twentieth Century?

18th March 2005 .

GETTING INDIA BACK ON TRACK?

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GLOBAL FINANCE CAPITAL AND YOJANA BHAVAN
Review of the book ‘Getting India Back On Track’
Edited by Bibek Debroy, Ashley J. Tellis and Reece Trever,
Published by Vintage Books, Random House India, April 2014

1.Introductory:

Published just before India’s sixteenth Loksabha elections, the 314 page book ‘Getting India Back on Track: An Action Agenda for Reform’ has a forwarding note by Ratan Tata, the icon of Indian capitalism. Such icons have disappeared from USA and most other developed countries, long ago. In India they survive, thanks to its backwardness and the English speaking elite classes with their vast media power.

State monopoly capitalism has taken over the economies of most OECD countries: They jointly try to enforce a new imperial order, with the support of a global financial market, presently regulated by IMF-WB-WTO combine. According to Ratan Tata, Getting India Back on Track was brought together by some of the…

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