life and liberties: 2012

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life and liberties

09/29/12 12:03:27 AM GMT

Ever since the year 2000, in every rented house I had stayed, I have faced problems from the locals.

The precipitating factor was a complaint I had filed with the National Human Rights Commission about the “officer” police during that ( 2000-2001 ) period.

All sorts of “enquiries” were carried out then to allow the “officers” to wriggle out of the mess they had created - I came to know of most of these “enquiries” years later.

i had followed up the NHRC petition which ultimately came to naughts with a series of writ petitions.

the result is that the “locals factor” has been made a permanent weapon in the arsenal of the indian gestapo as far as my case is concerned.

The strategy is to recruit labile members of the local “gentry” ( wind them up like you do with a mechanical toy ) and let them loose on me. ( they rush at you beating their breasts )

females are preferred for this job, for as an unattached male I am at a tremendous disadvantage there.

now a days it is a routine preventive measure wherever I stay.

you have not seen any of that;

but
I HAVE SEEN IT ALL;

and

I have years of on the job experience at it.

It is high time something or other happened in this locality as well and I am keeping my fingers crossed.

theCloister - latest on

WWWdata

here are a few snippets from the www about

INDIA'S PRIME SPYING AGENCY

the "intelligence" bureau

" IB was created on 23 December 1887, by the then British Secretary of State as a sub-sect of the Central Special Branch."

"there is no act of the Indian parliament nor executive order relating to the functioning of the IB."

" In 2012, a PIL was filed challenging the legality of IB."

"The IB is rumoured to intercept and open around 6,000 letters daily.

It also has an email spying system similar to FBI's Carnivore system.

The Bureau is also authorized to conduct wiretapping without a warrant.

The Bureau grants the necessary security clearances to Indian diplomats and judges before they take the oath."

"The director of "Intelligence" Bureau (Devanāgarī: खुफिया ब्यूरो के निदेशक, Khufīya Bureau Ke Nīrdeshāk) simply known as DIB is the senior most post in Intelligence Bureau and the only four-star Indian Police Service rank in the country. "

"The current director of Intelligence Bureau is Nehchal Sandhu."

thussi konnue, puthar ? Dy SP !

by the way, the stealth fighter is not seen or heard now a days

- all is not well.

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trespass

Cheriyath Jyothi B.Sc., M.B.,B.S.,

theCloister, near rockPark, Venkode P.O.,

Thiruvananthapuram – 695028.

No.2012/pen/11a May 11, 2012.

PERSONAL PARTICULARS OF PENSIONER

PPO No.xscscscs

1. Please refer PPO No.sgsgsgsg

2. I would appreciate it very much if the accountant general will stick to my personal particulars as provided by the pension sanctioning authority.

3. This is in the context of some of the data supposed to be pertaining to me on your computer system which I find are different from the data in my records. I got a glimpse of the information by sheer chance while I had been to the AG's office some time in january 2012, in connection with the revision of my pension vide GO (P) No.84/2007/Fin. dated 1st march 2007. I feel the sort of manipulations I had seen there is completely unwarranted.

sd.

( C. Jyothi )

the principal accountant general ( A & E ), kerala

thiruvananthapuram. 1

viceman verses

ex_serviceman_welfare_kerala_model

Dr. Cheriyath Jyothi B.Sc., M.B.,B.S.,

theCloister,

nr rockPark, Venkode P.O.,

Thiruvananthapuram – 695028, IN

previous address : vellumadam, aamayida,

ambalapuzha – 688561.

No.2012/sw/05 05/03/12

“SAINIK WELFARE”

issue of ex-service man identity card

released short service commissioned officer, army medical corps

cheriyath jyothi ( number rank)

1. I recently got my registration with the zilla sainik welfare office shifted from alapuzha to thiruvananthapuram. this letter is on my experiences with the zilla sainik welfare office thiruvananthapuram in the above context. this is NOT a complaint – i am just making an effort to put things on record.

2. my application for registration with the sainik welfare office thiruvananthapuram was complete in all respects and had all the required documents like the NOC from alappuzha and the residence certificate from karakulam panchayath and I had produced my release certificate for verification. but there was a snag - the photographs I had produced were not exactly the type one can use on an official document they had a greenish back ground. I readily accepted the fact without any demur.

3. the next week I went back to the zilla sainik welfare office with a proper set of photographs. The formalities were finished on the same day. but when I was handed over the newly created identity card I found that my rank was entered as “xxx XXXXX”. I pointed out to the concerned staff member, of the thiruvananthapuram zilla sainik welfare office ( I will call him mr. P for ease of reference ) that this was not the proper way to write it and he gracefully accepted the fact.

4. mr. P's immediate response was to camouflage the letters xxx with white paint, the present day version of “thuppalum kootti mayikkal” of olden times. when I told the gentleman that it is awkward carrying an identity card which has been tampered with this way, he said he will get the erasure endorsed by the zilla sainik welfare officer who will put his signature again to regularize the correction on the card.

5. back home I telephoned the zilla sainik welfare officer and told him that it will be embarrassing carrying an identity card with a correction in it and being the identity card relating to the defence services it could land me up in trouble and suggested that my ex-service identity card may be made on a fresh card after canceling the one with the correction. the zilla sainik welfare officer replied that he will look into the matter.

6. I went back after the vishu holidays to collect the card and met mr. P again. he said he will get the erasure in the card endorsed by the zilla sainik welfare officer. I told him about my telephonic conversation with the ZSWO about cancelling the card with the erasure and making a new one. mr. P went upstairs to meet the ZSW officer

7. mr. P. then came up with a story that he cannot trace either the identity card or the papers I had filled in any where and suggested that I go back; he will look for the papers and the I card and once he finds them will inform me and then I could come back to him again and collect the I card.

8. i did not wait for the invitation from mr. P and was back in the sainik welfare office thiruvananthapuram the next day itself. mr. P and co. claimed that the papers and the card were still missing. when just before 1300 hrs i left the zilla sainik welfare office to return after the lunch interval, mr P and Co., were still looking for the missing documents.

9. when I came back after lunch earlier than I had planned I found that all was well in the zilla sainik welfare office front – the papers have been “found”, the card with the correction was canceled and I was handed over a freshly made identity card this time without any corrections.

10. I am afraid it was not just like that that the papers came back.
before leaving the zilla sainik welfare office for lunch I had pointed out to mr. P that they have endorsed on my release papers that the identity card has been issued to me and if they cannot find it they will have to give it in writing that the I-card has gone missing from their office and the same can only be handed over to me once the “search operation” succeeds.
( and after that they can keep on looking for the card in the two almirahs in the room for as long as they please. - as they were supposed to be doing for almost two days now.)

11. I think that was the magic wand which caused the icard and the papers to come out of their hiding place – it would have been a bit awkward giving in writing that the card and the files had gone missing from their office and could not be traced.

by the way I was on the rolls of the indian army for slightly more than ten years. I was in field service for seven out of those ten years; and of those seven years in field I was in HAA for more than one year. my peace posting was in a remote central indian village where I was in charge of a 15 bed section hospital as the sole officer, medical or otherwise, for three years.

what I am trying to impress on you is that, that I have earned my ex-service man credentials the hard way. By issuing me an identity card it is not exactly a favour that the Zilla sainik welfare office is doing me.

I am going to keep my ex-service man identity card as one of my prized possessions - that is until some one manages to take it away from me in a proper manner and not by pretending that the file has gone missing.

in the above context all I can do is assure you that I will never ever come to your set up for any of the so called “welfare” that your department is supposed to be doling out. I dont need it, for, as I have proved time and again while in the army service as well as in civilian life, I am quite capable of looking after myself.

thank you very much.

( C. Jyothi )

the director of sainik welfare, kerala.

thiruvananthapuram

addendum

some time ( a couple of weeks ) back I had been to a csd canteen in thiruvananthapuram.

the soldier at the gate who checked my identity was extremely nice to me, busrug. he produced a shopping basket from no where, in fact he managed to repair a damaged one and made it usable, and gave it to me - others were running round in circles for there was a big crowd and all the baskets were in use.

I had chosen just four articles ( some tea 2 x 250gms, some soft drink concentrate kissan squash x 2, a bottle of shampoo, ponds talc) for purchase and I stood at a special counter which I am allowed access to as per rules to get the articles billed and make payment.

immediately I joined the Queue the civilian commander of the canteen, who was standing by, said they were closing that particular counter for lunch.

the woman at the head of the queue asked him when they were going to come back.

the commander said they cannot say anything about it – “you go and join the other Q”.

she decided to wait till they came back after lunch and started spreading out her purchases on the table,  while I left the things i had picked up to purchase there itself and walked out empty handed.
    with my profound knowledge of the way in which things function in this sort of situations, I could have assured you one thing - after “going for lunch” nobody will come back and the counter is not going to be manned - that is till I leave the place.
  so by staying back and waiting, I would have been jeopardizing the chances of the other eligible people as well.  i am a veteran of this sort of experiences and when i decided to quit i knew what i was doing.

the perspective

as I entered the csd canteen that day, I had noticed at least two plain clothes thugs inside the store.
and in fact one of them got away immediately he thought I was going to give him an interesting time. no chance, not at all; I do every thing to avoid a scuffle in some one else's territory and there is no question of my initiating it on my own.

when I came in, that was while I was picking up the things to be purchased from the racks and the plain clothes goons were around, the civilian commander was inside the canteen, where the goods are kept. He must have positioned himself at the counter later on.

I know for certain that the civilian commander was not at this counter initially for as I was picking up my things inside, he was making some loud comments to his staff about the heat. yes, he was sweating profusely; but the sweating could also be in anticipation of the task ahead which he has been entrusted with.

and in deed, before giving it up and leaving I had been to the canteen officer. He gave the matter some serious thought, scratching his forehead with his left hand, and then gave the decision - I can go to one of the other counters.

my rough estimate is that the average number of items purchased per person on such days, that is when things are available, will come to around 20 to 30 and with the large crowd present that means to get my four items cleared I would have been made to wait for ages.

thank you very much officer; but NO, thanks!

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CLOUD NINE

in_a_nutShell_20120320

MY PRESENT SITUATION

IN A NUTSHELL

10:31:21 AM gmt 03/12/12

the fact of the matter is that the powers that be over here, a highly influential criminal racket operating from within the establishment, have realised that I am a threat to their very existence and decided that I have to be neutralized one way or other.

But there is nothing that anybody can do to harm me that is legally and/or morally correct as per the law of the land.

The way out in such cases is to let loose the members of the peppatti branch, on you. I have got a battalion of them trailing me 24 x 7. i feel this would be the set up that is entrusted with the job of carrying out extra-judicial executions where the powers that be feels it is warranted. The peppatti branch is running amok in my personal domain :- LIFE IS MISERABLE.

this is supposed to be a civilized society – but that is on paper only.

I had tried to move the highest judiciary of this country on the matter - in vain.
that was in the year 2009; the details are available on the net – at least I have put them in the public domain but whether it is accessible to outsiders is a moot question which I am not in any position to answer in my present situation.
The crowning glory of it was that at the time I was trying to present my case before the supreme court of india, I had a hefty Delhi police man breathing down my neck ready to manhandle me at a moment's notice.
Mark you - i) i was not the accused in the case - i do not have any criminal record whatsoever; ii) i was a class I gazetted officer of the government of india for more than ten years, iii) i was a faculty member of a professional college run by the government for the next eleven years and iv) i retired from government service on superannuation and am a service pensioner of the kerala government.
incidentally, the then chief justice of the supreme court of india and pride of the keralites, on whose specific orders the above policeman was posted inside the court to "take care" of me, presently is facing allegations of corruption which according to news paper reports are currently being investigated.
Lately, eminent personalities of this country, including legal luminaries, had been crying for the blood of this former chief justice of india.
whoever had heard of locking the stable door after something had already happened ?

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vohSubahKabhiToAayegi

LIFE AND LIBERTIES

08:58:46 PM gmt 01/26/12

voh subaha kabhi to aayegi

What you see in the picture above is an old brief case of mine; I purchased it some time in the early noughties. Though the wear and tear over the years are very much obvious it is still in active service.

At a very critical juncture in the year 2004 this fellow did a disappearing trick; that was minutes before I was to present a case in the kerala high court which I had decided to plead myself. And I had my case files in the brief case.

Interestingly, during the hearing the judge asked me whether I had the case files with me ! why ? whether the files were with me or not was going to affect the presentation any way for the whole petition was my own handiwork and i could recollect every point i had to elaborate on. But that was not "the point". Incidentally, unlike every one of my many other personal possessions that went missing in those days, this one was returned to me - nothing else ever came out of the blackhole. There is a reason; can you make a guess ?

As is evident from the picture above the brief case is still with me even after more than ten years. And I had been carrying it along with me over all these years; but except for that one instance it never did go missing. how come ?

because there was no need to repeat the performance – the aim has already been "achieved" ! my dear gestapi, that is just another of your illusions - you managed to get a temporary lease of life that is all.

Below you see the photographs of the my still older brief cases, all three of them, which i have purchased over a life time.

None of them ever went missing. obviously what happened in the ernakulam railway station was an aberration.

No more in active service, I put them to mundane uses - in one I have my electrical and mechanical tools, in the second are the users manuals of the equipments I purchased and in the third I have the writing materials.

the crowning glory of it all:

the bloody bed-sheet of the year 2003.

The above again is an aberration - an isolated instance of a “bleeding diathesis” I had ever suffered!

This sort of things should never have happened in a civilized society.

If the culprits are still at large even after tremendous efforts on my part the full credit should go to the highly “intelligent” and "co-operative" members of the higher judiciary of this country – nauseating I would say.

All the same I have not given up; and that is why I am still preserving the bedsheet as it is. As long as there is life there is hope;

“ voh subaha kabhi tho aayegi”
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P.S. thondi in malayalam means
material evidence, usually stolen property, produced in a court of law to prove a crime

for details of the above incidents
please refer para 15.d and para 18 of wp (c) no. 187 of 2009 of the SCI

VICEMAN

embargo

EMBARGO

12/26/11 11:44:20 AM GMT

LIVING ACCOMMODATION

that is me in front of my shack, a one room (outer diamensions 4mtr x 3mtr ) “apartment” with a single brick wall 4'' thick and one door and a small window. I have spent around 100,000 INR on this structure - that is a huge sum by my standards.

this is where I have been living for the lasts six months; life is miserable with no space even to turn around. the floor is earthen and the walls bare brick with the joints not even pointed and spilling cement on you; but beggars cannot be choosers. of course, things have improved since I moved in in june 2011. a varandah was added later on and the additional space made available that way is a real boon under the circumstances - I got the verandah cemented recently - that is a couple of weeks back.

The basic idea of building the shack was to tide over the period till the construction of the cloister was finished. After that it is not going to be of any use to me. however I do not intent to dismantle it for the amount that I can recover that way will be only a fraction of what has been spent - so rather let it be.

I would have loved to live in a proper house with at least minimum comforts, in a civilised way. and my experience is that one can easily manage a house on rental in thiruvananthapuram for 3000 INR per month. with the amount spent on the shack i could have stayed in a rented house with all facilities for more than two years and if at all the cloister was being constructed it would not by any standard taken that long.

so where was the need for this extremely expensive and rather wasteful construction ? by the way one of the strategies of my admirers over here is to exhaust all my money by hook or crook and make me a beggar - more about it in an ensuing blog.

I have accumulated a few things over a life time and all were, and still are, lying helter skelter in the open – they used to occupy a rather big house mostly two bed room types and obviously cannot be contained in the one room I have where I have to find sleeping space as well. The elements have done their share of damage and many of my things have been irreparably damaged or destroyed. this loss could also have not happened if I had got a house to stay.

then why the shack ?

and not a proper rented house !

well; It is not because there are no houses for rental available in thiruvananthpuram any more

The real reason is

the embargo

put in effect by the indian secret police;

the plain clothes thugs put “on duty” by the government

to force me to change my ways!

no one would dare hire out their house to me

even if i pay them five thousand per month.

the Shack however, has its own positive points,
i must say

first and foremost i got out of that "killing ground" i have been taken to in aluva, alive!
and for another thing, i am saving a few thousands on monthly rent (the four thousand i was paying for the "net" in kzh was the highest i have ever paid and in trivandrum it was mostly around 3000 per month) - a big relief for a fellow of my financial status
and together they make putting up with all the physical discomforts of my stay in the shack worth the while.

EKING OUT A LIVING

my sole source of income now a days is my pension which comes to 6500 INR per month - that is exactly half of what an unskilled labourer can earn as wages in a month. I matriculated in the first class ( I was the best out going student of my school that year ), I have a first class degree in life sciences ( there again I stood first in my class ); and in deed, I do have a degree in medicine. still I have been without a regular income for the last six years.

the reason ? ditto !

again, it is not that I am particular that I will take up only a particular type of job or

any such thing.

and here as well, the reason is

the embargo

being enforced by the indian gestapo ( it is a plainclothes policeman who calls himself cbi “officer” and his stooges from other spy networks of the government like the so called “special” (? pakkichi ) branch of the local police. motto “you show me the man; we will find the crime” ).

an interesting anomaly is that every one of the dozens of plain clothes thugs put on duty of “looking after” me, is drawing a monthly salary at least four times my income for the “duty” they are performing. of course when “national security” is involved money spent cannot be allowed to cramp the style of the “officer” police.

And for that matter the “nunna sekharans” are doing an excellent job effectively preventing me from eking out a living, ensuring that my communications lines are intercepted and tampered with 24 x 7 and that I am denied all human company.

the local "gentry" , the self-styled "intelligentsia" are enjoying the spectacle and joining in, jeering, gesturing, commenting – the indignation of the "righteous" !

MY ULTERIOR MOTIVES

I, for one, am not exactly enjoying the drama. I have ulterior motives - I am a “disorderly” person.

I am convinced there are enough rules in the law books to take care of this sort of situation – the party will be over in a jiffy, just like that and that wont be in the interests of the “eeeMans” ( eeeMan meaning “master” is the term ordinary mortals are supposed to use to address the “gentlemen”; for example “esSsai eeeMan” ). the eeeMans are acutely aware of the fact – that is why they never come out into the open and strictly restrict themselves to covert operations.

the job is entrusted to the secret police and not the regular police. these characters operate through proxy. my information is that every spy can appoint three locals as his kundans. the amount to be paid to the catamites is another source of income for the pakkichi police – their funds are not audited. the long and short of it is that once you get into the pakkichi police you can have a rollicking time; no risks involved.

all that is visible outside is the pBirds which announces to habitual offenders ( pullikall) like me by its frequent shrieks that the gestapo is in the near vicinity - the locals are told these are migratory birds.

that way the gestapo ensures that hse does not leave any trails and one has a problem there – a court will need evidence. well; thanks to the re-assurances of the intellectual giants of thiruvananthapuram, the spies have taken me for granted and in turn this has resulted in tell tale evidence landing up in my hands.

obviously there are records for these activities whether you call it "protection" duty or harassment duty is immaterial even the indian gestapo cannot afford to deny what is going on on ground in an affidavit filed before a court of law. and that way the very admission of my petition in a court of law will sound the death knell of this indian edition of the gestapo. ( it is a plainclothes policeman who calls himself cbi “officer” and his stooges from other spy networks of the government like the so called “special” (? pakkichi ) branch of the local police. motto “you show me the man; we will find the crime” )

The result is that decisions in my case are being forced to be made in the privacy of the chamber without hearing me - that is injustice and not justice.

all the same, I have not given up hope; the final word has not yet been said and rest assured I am going to try again. all that i require is a hearing in an open court - that is not too much of an ask. and yes, I have to hurry

could be this time I might find some one bold enough to take on the might of the indian secret police !

– be on the look out for epoch making events.

see Yaaa . . . ….

and rest assured mr. spy ,