Monday, July 27, 2009

To Be Or Not To Be A Farmer?

What is common between Santosh Khope, Kishan Jadhav, Shirirang Dolarkar, Vinod Vaghare, Nanji Wadhari and many thousand others? Well, they are all dead. They paid a heavy price for being a farmer in India. The reason for their untimely death is not hard to comprehend. They committed suicide. Crop failure, debt burden and penury forced them to take their own lives.

Agriculture in India is in a bad state of affairs growing at less than 3% per annum over the last decade. Vagaries of weather and bad government policies have only accentuated the trend. While not much can be done with the weather; a lot can be done with the policies of the government. High cost of production, insufficient minimum support prices, lack of sustained access to institutional source of credit, high cost of borrowing from money lenders have only added fuel to the fire.

Banks debar farmers who are unable to repay their loans. On the face of it, this might seem to be a desirable things for the sake of efficiency of banks but this practice is inherently counter cyclical. Farmers who are in desperate need of money borrow from banks to fund their agricultural activities. Now suppose that the farmer has a bad year because of crop failure and is unable to repay the loan. He thus becomes ineligible for another round of loans. But the farmer needs the money to fund next year's agricultural activities. So what does he do? He borrows from private money lenders who charge extremely high interest rates. To repay this huge interest burden the farmer must have atleast a few years of good crops. But the irony is, a farmer can not have a few years of good crops because every year is not a good rainfall year. So the farmer struggles to repay the private loan. Eventually the situation becomes unsustainable and he he commits suicide. Well to stretch the argument further he not only kills himself but indirectly his family also as very often the farmer is the prime bread earner for the family. After his death survival of the family becomes all that more difficult.

The moral of the story is that people who need the money the most are denied money. The way out would be for banks to persist for a longer period of time with the farmer. This will give the farmer a fair chance to repay the loan and it also increases the chances of the bank getting its principal back (because even if the farmer has a decent year he will be able to repay the loan). Besides the banks will be fulfilling their duty of spreading equitable growth. The only institutions that will be able to do this will be banks because they have deep pockets and will be able to stay on the loans longer.

Come to think of it the aforementioned things are not so hard to implement. I only wonder why they have not been implemented yet?

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Batch of 2009

Am I not blessed to have studied at Madras School of Economics? I am, in my opinion, very lucky in that regard. It is not so much the academic foundation at Madras School that causes me to make such a statement. It is more about the company I was in. Come to think of it, at MSE I met the most incredulous set of talented and brilliant people. So much so that on many occasions I felt that destiny had played a very cruel trick on me. I felt so much out of place. The feeling was so intense and over whelming sometimes that I built a cocoon around myself and confined myself to the comfortable limits of the cocoon.

Almost everybody in my batch (the batch of 2009) had some extraordinary quality for twenty something years of age. Some were extraordinaries in whatever they did. Wizards at academics and champs at extra curriculars, everybody had something special in them. I mean everybody.EVERYBODY. Now, where did I fit in this scheme of things? To be honest, nowhere. Perhaps, my only job was to watch in awed admiration the splendid events as and when they unfolded and soak up all the beauty and wisdom thus being released. I did try in earnest to do so.

All of create identities in our lifetimes. Most from my batch will have examplary identities. Some will be great economists, some great managers, some great academicians, some of them will be the big bull on the stock markets, some will be civil servants of the highest cadre, some great thinkers. All this makes me very envious and sometimes sad. Sad because I know no matter how hard I try I am never even going to get close to any one in this regard. However, there is much happiness to be had from the fact that I had a chance to know such brilliant people. I do feel happy and blessed to have been able to do so. Like all others in my batch I will also create some identities ( thought much lesser in stature). No matter where I reach or what identity I create, my greatest identity will be that I knew these wonderful people. My epitaph (if I get one) shall read-He lived in the age of the batch of 2009.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

On Why Cricket is a Religion

If you think that cricket is just a game in India you are probably from Mars or Venus (the choice of planet depending upon your gender). Well, technically it is a game. Generically, it is a faith, a sort of religion, a cult or say it is a passion catalyst. Illustrative examples follow:

Example 1 : It so happened India and Pakistan were locking horns in the 2003 world cup (the match in which Tendulkar derailed the Rawalpindi Express). My grandpa and I were watching the match. Halfway through the match he developed a heart pain and had to be rushed to the hospital and was in the ICU, unconscious. After a couple of hours when he gained consciousness the first thing he said was - "India match jeet gayi kya?"

Example 2: Svetha's grandma loves watching Sun TV, KTV and their ilk. But when ever a cricket match is happening all other TVs take a back seat and she religiously watches the match. No one is allowed to touch the remote even if WW-III is breaking out.

Example 3: Madan uncle works for a private firm. He takes a leave every time India has a match. EVERY TIME.

Example 4: My mother watches test cricket, five days full. Papa calls to find out the score every hour.

Example 5: I broke my collarbone while playing cricket and returned to play cricket after exact one month only.

Example 6: Rahul, Shishir and I buried our mobile phones in an unknown jungle to gain entry for an IPL match. We were not allowed to take our phones inside and since there was no place where we could keep our phones we buried them in a jungle behind a temple. Of course we retrieved it after the match.

The list is endless. Cricket unites and divides like no other thing or sport.