Manmohan's Caesar-ian moment. Or was it the Roman ear?

The “Caesar’s wife” argument by Prime Minister Manmohan Singh seemed flawed on two counts – that of semantics and culture.

Let’s take semantics first.

The story is of the year when Caesar was elected head of the Roman government around 62 BC. Clodius, an alleged lover of Caesar’s second wife Pompeia, was accused of a sacrilege, with her having played a suspect role in it. Despite no clarity, Caesar nevertheless divorced Pompeia before the trial of Clodius by a jury. Appearing as a witness, Caesar testified before a surprised court, that he did not know anything about the charges against Clodius. His explanation being that though he was not clear about Clodius’s crime, his wife could not even be a suspect, he being the head of the state.

In effect, what is meant is that actual guilt or innocence was immaterial for Caesar. For him, resemblance of an action of his wife, that might have otherwise been amoral, to an immoral action, was reason enough to distance himself from her. A dilemma faced by lord Ram, and handled very similarly by banishing Sita.

But more of it later. Cut to the present. Prime Minister is Caesar or Pompeia?

If one goes by his statement, it would come out that he is Caesar’s wife as “he wants to be above suspicion”. If that is the case than it is his head that should have been scalped and not A Raja’s as has happened. A better juxtaposition would be that PM is Caesar, Raja Pompeia, and if we have to complete the cast – Radia could take the place of Clodius and the Parliament that of the court.

That brings us to the second flaw – that of culture.

As mentioned earlier, lord Ram took a call similar to Caesar’s when faced with a comparable situation. If Manmohan Singh had to err any way, could he have given a more culturally rooted analogy of Sita’s guilt?

In the mid-1990’s, Singh’s mentor and then PM Pamulaparti Venkata Narsimha Rao found himself in a similar – or much worse – position toward the end of his tenure. Accused by UK NRI Lakhubhai Pathak of taking a paltry Rs one lakh bribe from him, Rao, the polyglot fended off the media by saying he would clear the fire test like “Sita maiya.”

Singh could have addressed a wider audience across the country perhaps in just following his then mentor who incidentally is no more a pariah in the Congress pantheon after last week’s resurrection by his present mentor! Or as it the Rome connection working?

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Ni(i)ra badnam hui...

TRUTH be told (of course, with all its biases) – Ni(i)ra Radia floors.

The other day, I sat in front of a bureaucrat friend with the new old ethic of journalism – do not proffer anything even to a friend. Sipping his service tea he wondered loud, “Where is this country heading.” I too sipped from my cup and wondered equally loud, “Well. Even Radia is wondering about that in the tapes.” Laughter.

I had almost decided let me not get into it…it’s about the life and times of names big enough to be almost beyond normal aspirations …well almost… but the worm of print (print-ka-kida?) and the ironies that keep hitting at one listening to the tapes at the speed of Shatabdi’s clatter just nudged me into this… So here it is.

All that comes out of the tapes is that when journalists are busy being go-betweens…editors discussing best wordings for an apology…corporate honchos busy making cabinets… politicians busy making money…bureaucrats ghost writing columns for honchos…judges letting mothers decide India’s gas distribution…she is the only one busy doing her job…!!!

Source. Boss. People’s Rentier. Entrepreneur. Businesswoman. Philanthropist. Lobbyist. Nationalist. Newswoman. News-planter. News-trader. Economist. Airline industry expert. Protector of India’s natural resources. Refuser of kickbacks. Caste politician. Corporate diplomat. Legal brain. Mother. Power-broker.

Now count it backwards. Twenty-one roles for a woman on phone, on phone, on phone, morning, evening, night. She is the constant. Even when she has seven stitches in her mouth. Rest is the grudging world. Or happily in submission.

Here is one person who knows her job. And the job of everyone else in the world. Almost (You know, High court judges do not understand Economics).

She knows about the unfolding Air India story better than the reporter who calls up to inform her of the development (Ya, ya, I have dossier on last 5 years of Praful Patel). She understands technology (in 5 MHz 3G can be started but it wont be efficient). Manages to advise a minister on how not to blush when taking the name of his crush. Understands the difference between a respondent and an intervener in legalese.

To my fraternity. She has her hand on the falling standards of journalism. And is positively concerned: “…I have 10 stories on my table and eight of them are incorrect. Somebody is having you on. It’s absolutely incorrect. Who’s spreading this? Which lobbyist?” is how an Editor is hectored. And is on top of even tickers and news flashes (congratulates an editor on one!) even as her junior warriors find reporters leeches.

Ratan is Ratannnnnnn…Sunil is Suuuuuunil….Manoj is Mannnnnoj.

Goddess. Coaxes and cajoles. Persuades and flatters. Sweet-talks and wheedles, entices and inveigles. And knows when to push the envelope (either page one lead or I go to the rival newspaper).

And for having nation’s biggest pants-down scam in her hands what does she get in return? Here’s Raja’s verdict for the Rani: “To show my performance I have to get the 500 million mark in subscriber base. If it’s coming from Anil’s fudged accounts and not Tata, its fine with me Ni(i)ra!!!” Can something be more saintly?

And finally. Two counts for wanting Radia like boss (only because asking her to be the boss is so too risky now!): in between the hectic conversations she asks a subordinate, “Khana Khaya?...” and on an assignment, tells another to stay at the Taj (of Mumbai) and not the company guest house.

Now who would not want a boss like that, boss?