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#31: 70,00,000 crore and still counting on...!

First of all, sorry for not being frequent for your favorite contents. (my posts…! Ok that was (not) a PJ.) As I was busy for whole month of November in shoot of my fourth and upcoming flick Maanas. But I should not (why not?) use my popular blog site for marketing it. So will come directly (being a director) to the Point of Order.

It is true that India is a developing country; we are developing a bigger scam at the end of every week. Looking at the news channels, it seems we need more branches of CBI than of SBI across country. Jokes apart, yes, I’m talking about the 2G deal/ A. Raja/ Nira Radia tapes and lots more beneath it. The sea level information is what you all have from news channels and I’m not a freelance reporter or a hard core media person to give you what others are not aware of. Still, making an analysis to what has been disclosed (which is only the tip of an iceberg), the names which are not highlighted yet (And which are needed to be given importance) are: former Telecom Regulatory Authority of India chairman and former special secretary to the Power Ministry, Pradip Baijal, former finance secretary C. M. Vasudev, former Airports Authority of India chairman S. K. Narula and former Foreign Investment Board head Ajay Dua. Let’s see the unseen acts of past.

It didn’t seem clearly years back when Tata bagged the state-owned Videsh Sanchar Nigam Limited (VSNL) Pradip Baijal was in charge. (Later one of the consultants of Nira Radia.) This leads Nira Radia’s connection to fix Tata Finance in 2001 when she paraded its disgraced boss, Dilip Pendse, to the media; getting the NDA government to allow Tata to sell 26 per cent stake of VSNL. Not only this but also at vanishing the DLF IPO; setting up NGOs to come to a standstill DLFs mall projects; unleashing a media war in the Ambani vs Ambani gas case; and getting media owners in West Bengal to sing praises of its chief minister and industries minister during the Singur embarrassment. I wondered (that time too but hadn’t got that) how both Tata and Reliance were allowed to convert wireless to full mobility (That was birth of CDMA technology which were extensively used for Defense force) when Baijal, again, was TRAI chairman.

Just making a rough estimate to some of the scams till date. (Which are again just a tip of the iceberg…!)

2G Spectrum: 1,78,000 crore
Ketan Parekh:      1500 crore
Telgi Stamps:          200 crore
Satyam:             12,000 crore
UTI:                    4,000 crore

Scams in the terms of money are to be referred on time scale. You can’t compare Hawala scam, Bofors scam or Oil for Food scams to IPL or commonwealth equally. Gradually since Independence, we have worked (very very) hard to top the Swiss accounts. And we did it. Roughly 70,00,000 crore… (Till I’m posting this. As it changes with day and nights in progressive mode) of money is overflowing at Swiss bank. Who says we are poor. We are still “Sone ki Chidiya” just that the “Chidiya” is available to only 0.05% of the population of India. This reminded me a dialogue from my next film Maanas (No offence for publicity): “The honour of the country is at stake. Mark my words. If we won’t be doing anything now, we’ll be facing civil war very soon.” Keep reading Random Strokes. Love – DJ.
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