Showing posts with label Sonia Gandhi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sonia Gandhi. Show all posts

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Indian elections and quantum mysteries

The first time one hears about the famous double-slit experiment in physics, one returns perplexed, mystified. Indeed, that is the effect desired by the raconteur. The student must be introduced to the weirdness of quantum physics at the most basic level just so she would be able to take additional perplexities in her stride.
It almost feels like I am going through what that student would have experienced from the second telling of the experiment. I am talking about a candidate in Indian elections being able to contest from more than one constituency. The first time I thought about this situation was when Sonia Gandhi contested from two places, from Amethi in UP and Bellary in Karnataka, in 1999. The situation is being reprised at that level in the upcoming elections for the Lok Sabha.
The attention grabbing character this time round is none other than the putative prime minster, Narendra Modi, NaMo. He will be contesting from the high profile constituency Varanasi and another one from Gujarat (the name escapes me, if indeed it has been announced).
I draw a parallel with the double-slit experiment in more ways than one. The easier is the straight forward one, the first thought that comes to one’s mind – which constituency would he discard if he won from both? This is precisely like asking which of the two slits did that photon not go through! In case he wins both, during the campaign he must have been, just as Sonia Gandhi, lying to people of one of the two places, of his willingness to represent them in the parliament. Would a Gujarati have been lying to the masses of that state? Perish the thought. But, Varanasi, the stairway to Heaven, particularly for the RSS man, beckons.
As an aside, should anyone be aware of the debates in the Constituent Assembly that endorsed our Constitution, please do let me know why it did not stipulate that a candidate can contest from only one constituency in any particular election.
Back to the main discussion, to ratchet up the complexity. Just assume, and here I will be stepping on the toes of the NaMo faithful, that he lost the high-profile Varanasi contest (not unthinkable, but with longer odds than Jayalalithaa appearing in a court in Bengaluru). What happens to NaMo’s street cred to lead the country? I believe this is the thinking behind our street fighter Arvind Kejriwal choosing a direct fight against the BJP supremo.
It is not as though should NaMo win Varanasi, Kejriwal retires unhurt. Kejriwal has something to lose, without a doubt. If he had chosen a “safer” constituency to contest, he could have claimed that being in the parliament and serving the people came first for him, whichever constituency, never mind it being “safe”. Now, he has painted himself in a corner. If he lost Varanasi, the AAP parliamentary party (with strength of how many ever seats) will be without its acknowledged leader. Or, will Kejriwal pull a fast one and do a NaMo and contest from an additional seat? It gets curioser and curioser.
This is what happens with more complex versions of the double-slit experiment. It now appears that even if the experimental set up is changed after the light particle left its source, it still figures out how to adjust itself and pass through the “right” slit (it is far too complicated for me to explain, but this is the crux)!
So, Indian elections are quantum experiments!
Raghuram Ekambaram


Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Man in a hurry

President Pranab Mukherjee must be a man in a hurry. He called up Prime Minister Manmohan Singh to his residence, aka the Rastrapati Bhawan, pronto. The urgency in the president’s voice unsettled the prime minister. He hot footed it to the presidential abode, not an adobe house.
When the two met, the prime minister found that it was a matter of life and death, not of either of them, though one is on his political death bed, but of the people on the death row.
“Hey MMS, have you read about the Supreme Court judgment commuting the death sentence of 15 death-row inmates to life imprisonment? The Chauhan verdict.”
“Yes PM, and my first reaction is these judges do not know how busy the executive branch is.”
“That is precisely right. Why would I, or you for that matter, take on fast rack the mercy petitions of criminals? Let the murderers stew in their own juice for a while – 5, 10 or 15 years, who cares – and we will pull the lever suddenly. That is what they deserve, surprise hanging.”
“Yes again. You have gained a good reputation as the hanging president [1] – not unjustified. Your legacy would have been further enhanced without this unnecessary overreaching by the Supreme Court.”
Pranab was beaming when the legacy issue was mentioned with his name attached to it.
“Yes, it is not only the first family of the country who can showcase its legacy … I can too. Indeed, if only our laws had allowed I would have had the skeletons of the hanged hanging in my glass door trophy case. It will obviously be tall, but will be broader too than those of my predecessors. Skeletons take space, you know. I will show it to all the visiting dignitaries!”
“Don’t be so fast PM. You would have had to pick and choose who you will invite to see this. No European head of state. The European human rights softies will not take to one of them visiting your skeleton cupboard all too kindly. Only Xi, Li or your good friend, Barack.”
“Thanks MMS for warning me. I must have been a little too absorbed with my legacy to overlook this simple fact.”
“But PM, discussing about your legacy must not have been the matter for which you called me urgently.”
“Oh, yes, of course not. I got sidetracked. You see, my legacy is in danger of being foreshortened. I am ready to reject the mercy application of every one on death-row but the current judgment – by the way, are you doing something about asking for a review of this judgment? I think you should …”
“No, not as of now. Let whoever follows us in the hot seat, we will leave it up to them. That is my legacy, isn’t it?”
“Ha, ha, ha! A fine sense of humour! But, getting to the point, how I wish you would have brought the files of all whose mercy petitions are pending. I would have rejected them all en masse.”
“Oops, I failed to read you right this time. I was wondering what could have been the matter that I had to cancel my appointment with Soniaji and come here. Now I understand.”
“Good for you. Now go back to the Home Minister – do it before you are forced to give him the boot on some count or the other – get all the files and FedEx them.”
“Yes, yes, you don’t wish your legacy portfolio to be further thinned down; losing 15 skeletons is bad in itself. I understand. How many ever years you may have in this house, every skeleton that is lost, is a loss of face for you. We would not want that to happen, would we? Even if I have to kick Shinde out of the cabinet, I will make sure you get your files.”
“No, no, not my files, if you get my drift.”
“I do, I do, I have my own legacy as a drifter to be worried about. Hmm …”
With sirens blaring, Manmohan Singh was on his way to meet Madam Soniaji and as he was being driven down he was on the phone with Shinde, the man of quick action that Manmohan is.
Raghuram Ekambaram
References
1.    The Hanging President, Raghuram Ekambaram (http://nonexpert.blogspot.in/2013/02/the-hanging-president.html)