Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Control Freaks - Repeat Telecast

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...For instance, a curry point owner, who operates out of a 10 ft X 10 ft room in Musheerabad police station limits, was asked to submit an NOC from the fire services, a valid trade license from the Greater Hyderabad Municipal Corporation (GHMC), an NOC from the chief medical officer of health, GHMC, valid food license from GHMC, sanctioned plan of the building issued by the town planning wing, ownership documents like title deed, rental deed and parking lease, valid excise license, if applicable, and parking declaration on Rs 10 non-judicial stamp paper, to get a license from the police department...The sources said that generally police clearance (license) is mandatory for running amusement and entertainment businesses like theatres, big hotels, but some 'overenthusiastic' police officers have started slapping notices on even petty traders and have even ordered them to get license within a week.

....ToI, Monday February 11, 2013



'Control' was a good word during our school days. A good teacher was one who could control his class whether he taught well or not.  A good HM was one who could control his teachers. A good Class Monitor was one who could report (in scribbling) the names of naughty boys during the teacher's absence (for paan-chewing). A good husband was one who could control his wife. A good minister was one who could control his babus. A good yogi was one who could control his senses:


Yuktaahaara vihaarasya, yukta chestasya karmasu,
Yukta swapnaavabodhasya, yogo bhavati duhkhaha

Bhagavad Gita 6-17


Sometime during the 1960s a sort of literary awakening took place and 'control' started getting bad nuances.  

Birth Control turned into Family Welfare. Feedback Control Systems became Servomechanisms. All sorts of Controllers got promoted to Comptrollers (my Webster says Comptroller is the same as Controller, with some top spin). Some became Regulators (like Market Regulators). Others turned into Governors (like the centrifugal one). 

Teachers no longer controlled students...they whipped them. HMs stopped controlling teachers...they spoiled their CRs. Husbands stopped controlling their wives...they started beating them...

Only Police and Army still relish 'Control'...like the Police Control Room Van (much in the news of late for neither policing, nor controlling, nor much of vanning)...and the Army's Command and Control, much suspect in the neighboring nuclear weapons state. 

Control is of course very much needed. Most of our physiology is governed by automatic control systems. If they fail, we wouldn't even be able to find the path from hand to mouth and be subject to St Vitus Dance and Parkinson's Disease. 

Pest Control is built in Nature...it is now Ecology. When the population of pests (or pets) increases alarmingly, Nature has her own way to control it and restore the ecosystem.

When we were in school, there were three stages in which teachers used to control students:

1. "Stand up on the bench" (teacher doesn't have to do any exercise for this)

2. "Come on up, hold your ears and do 10 situps" (ditto)

3. Teacher walks to the student and gives him a thappad:

a la Didi's "Ek thappar debo" to her photojournalists.

When we went up to our moffusil college, we suddenly turned into gentlemen, like larvae turning into pupae.

We were no longer subject to the above 3 grades of punishment. When the teacher is angry with a student, he would shout:

"Get Out!"

But we were NOT supposed to get out...that would enrage him. We were supposed to pick up our satchel and walk up to the exit door and turn around and stand there till he shouts:

"Come in and take your seat!"

Aniket tells me that nowadays teachers are prohibited from shouting "Get Out!" since the student concerned and his friends would stage a walkout and have a good time outside.

O Tempora O Mores!





...Posted by Ishani

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