03 Jun


The Collector of **** was an exceptional officer. He had vision, drive, and unusually high IQ for a bureaucrat. Moreover, he was extremely hard working and absolutely upright. Such a rare combination of qualities left a positive impact wherever he was posted, as officialdom in our country have huge power, a legacy of our colonial past, and the rare Babu who chooses to exercise this for the job that he is supposed to do, that is delivering good governance, really makes a difference.

But the gentleman in question had one eccentricity. On the occasional Sunday when he was free from the onerous duties of governing ****, he liked to go trekking in the wilder parts of his domain, instead of relaxing with a beer and enjoying a well deserved siesta. This in itself would merely be smirked at, but he invited his team to join him, on a purely voluntary basis of course. But the bosses invite becomes a command in the realms of babudom. So, cursing their luck, the sundry representatives of the state in ****wake up at five am and donning hiking shoes, gather at some godforsaken place, preparing to visit parts of the territory they are supposed to govern, that they had hoped never to have to actually see.

Is this what I slogged for two years for? They grumble. All the Rao’s coaching, the years in JNU, is for the privilege of travelling in luxury cars with a flashing red light on top, not marching through jungles like coolies! Such places should be seen on ordinance maps, not actually through your eyes! If I wanted to do this, I would have joined the army! But nevertheless, they gamely trudge on, and smile and scrape and compliment the boss on such a great idea for the weekend.

But the marginalized villagers in the remote parts of this area bless the eccentricity of the big boss. And herein lays a story.

On one such trek, the boss man noticed an old tribal lady digging the mud in a ditch and pushing a utensil in the hole. Intrigued, he wanted to know the motive behind this curious action. It was explained to him that water from the wet mud at the bottom of the ditch will seep into her utensil, and she will carry this dirty water back to her home, this being the only source of water for the scattered tiny hamlets in the area. These scattered forest dwellers were off the map, thus falling in the gaps of the benevolence of the welfare state. Nor were their numbers sufficient to be a vote block. Thus they were forgotten people.

Appalled that within a few hours trek from a highway, such basic lack of amenities should exist, the big boss decreed – There shall be water in this village before the week is out, and wells shall be dug at other key places. And this shall happen before **** days have passed. Lo and behold, HIS will was done, and the villagers had clean water at their doorstep for the first time in their lives. There were hand pumps sprouting in this wilderness. Other clusters of people also received similar benefits. And it all happened not because of a concerned government took care of its marginalized citizens, but because this eccentric administrator had gone where no bureaucrat had gone before.

As I explained to my idealistic daughter and her young activist friends, no amount of agitation, street theater, or NGOs can accomplish what one Civil Servant who is Civil and believes in Service can. So the time and energy spent in deciding how to change the world, like we did in our misspent youth, would be better used mugging up thick tomes and Manorama Yearbooks, or whatever it is you do to enter the rarified realms of the administrators.

Our hero has since set up a school in that forgotten corner, dug ponds for irrigation, created kutcha roads, in fact, generally meddled around doing someone some good each time he trekked on some new route. It has become a sort of new addiction for him, this generally been going around being a benevolent despot, till such time as he moves on to handle foreign exchange fluctuations next, or may be animal welfare. A versatile lot, our babus, aren’t they?

In the meanwhile, here’s hoping that the water continues to reach our forgotten people, even when there aren’t any eccentric administrators to go trekking in that terrain.




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  1. Priyank

    June 3, 2014 at 9:05 am

    Inspiring story! Very well narrated….


  2. spunkybong

    June 3, 2014 at 9:10 am

    Truly well said, Soumya. I have had the pleasure of meeting a few such babus too and have come away greatly enriched. 🙂


  3. Beloo Mehra

    June 3, 2014 at 9:22 am

    This was a wonderful and inspiring read. You said well, “no amount of agitation, street theater, or NGOs can accomplish what one Civil Servant who is Civil and believes in Service can.” Really, if only people start doing their jobs the best way and in the most sincere way, so much more can be accomplished and without all the drama of a street theater. Though the latter too serves its purpose, I suppose.
    I believe this is my first visit to your blog, and I am glad I chose to visit today to read this inspiring post. Thank you 🙂


    • wiseguy from the east

      June 3, 2014 at 11:30 am

      thank you Beloo, & welcome to my blog. please try the other 50 odd posts, im sure there will be others you will like too 🙂


  4. mahabore

    June 3, 2014 at 9:52 am

    Quite an inspiring read about a leader who leads from the front


    • wiseguy from the east

      June 3, 2014 at 11:32 am

      yes. there are quite a few of them and thats what make systems run


      • Avnee Gupta

        June 3, 2014 at 1:47 pm

        Very well narrated – the best part – no amount of agitation, street theater, or NGOs can accomplish what one Civil Servant who is Civil and believes in Service can.

        One of the better pieces you have written : )


      • wiseguy from the east

        June 3, 2014 at 2:03 pm

        Thanx :D. Try Wild Encounters
        Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone


  5. vishalbheeroo

    June 4, 2014 at 5:26 am

    Sometimes, we need eccentric babus so that the job is done rather than blowing one’s own trumpet. A versatile story:)


    • wiseguy from the east

      June 4, 2014 at 7:45 am

      thanx Vishal. yes we do. I was on a trek with the protagonist, hence the story


      • vishalbheeroo

        June 4, 2014 at 7:49 am

        Oh!! You’ve captured the emotion so well and he done such inspiring work:)


  6. A K Chanda

    June 4, 2014 at 8:56 am

    A noble job indeed.The same babu, i feel should find some time now to tune the system to reach to the downtrodden regularly.


    • wiseguy from the east

      June 4, 2014 at 9:08 am

      Depends on posting :). I think you have met this guy
      Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone


  7. Anonymous

    June 5, 2014 at 1:32 pm

    Your writing skills are improving with each article. Enjoyed the narration as much as the story. (y)


    • wiseguy from the east

      June 5, 2014 at 3:30 pm

      Thank you kind sir. Your anonymous message inspires me. It means you have been reading me earlier as well. 🙂
      Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone



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