Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Revolution - The Islamist challenge to secular Bangladesh

Gmail - Boston Review - On Bangladesh May/June 2007 Issue

Nicholas Schmidle
Boston Review
May/June 2007
http://bostonreview.net/BR32.3/schmidle.html

The headquarters of Al-Markazul Islami, an Islamic organization in Bangladesh, is a single tower whose frosted green windows rise several stories above the coconut trees and rooftops of Muhammadpur, a neighborhood in central Dhaka. Below, in the streets of this capital city of seven million, bicycle rickshaws with handlebar tassels, tin wheel covers, and carriages painted with faces of Bengali film stars ding-ding-ding along. Car, dump-truck, and bus horns blast four- and five-note jingles, and ambulance sirens wail. But none of the commotion reaches Mufti Shahidul Islam, the founder and director of Al-Markazul Islami, through the thick windows of his fifth-story office.

Al-Markazul Islami provides free healthcare and ambulance services. Many Bangladeshi journalists, analysts, and politicians think it is just a cover, and that Shahidul’s real business is jihad. “Mufti Shahidul is a very dangerous man,” the owner of my Dhaka guesthouse cautioned the morning I headed off to meet him. Besides running Al-Markazul Islami, he is a former member of parliament. His party, Khelafat Majlish, wants to transform Bangladesh into an Islamic state. In 1999, Shahidul was charged with involvement in a bomb blast that killed eight Ahmadiyyas, members of a sect of Islam that denies that Mohammad was the final prophet. Islamic fundamentalists consider Ahmadiyyas heretics. When I asked about it, Shahidul denied any involvement, rolling his eyes and letting out a dismissive laugh. He does openly admit that some of the organization’s funds are used to build mosques and madrasas.

Before I left my home in Islamabad, Pakistan, for Bangladesh, I had visited a radical yet friendly cleric there—someone who talks openly about fighting in Afghanistan, his links to international jihadi organizations, and his relationship with Osama bin Laden. When I asked if he knew anyone I could speak with in Dhaka, he scribbled down Shahidul’s name on a business card. Clutching the card, I entered the downstairs reception area of Al-Markazul Islami one recent morning to find barefoot men conversing over cups of tea while custom ring tones and land-lines clattered away in the background. I took the elevator to the fifth floor where Shahidul sat behind a large desk, surrounded by assistants and relatives. His aging father-in-law looked on proudly.

“Assalaamu alaikum,” peace be unto you, he said as I opened the door. Shahidul is in his 40s. His face is framed by a scraggly, henna-died beard, and his forehead boasts a puffy, nickel-sized mehrab, a bruise that pious Muslims acquire from intense and regular prayer. He wore a white dishdasha and a diamond wristwatch. We exchanged greetings and made small talk in Urdu. Shahidul wore a wide, comic-book grin the whole time.

Local newspapers describe Shahidul as a former mujahideen who fought against the Soviet Union in Afghanistan. When I asked him if he knew the cleric in Islamabad from Afghanistan, Shahidul shot back, “No, no, no. I never went to Afghanistan.” He recited his life story, which included a stint at the infamous Binori Town madrasa in Karachi and, later, a short fundraising trip to Saudi Arabia. No stops in Afghanistan. And since he started Al-Markazul Islami in 1988, how could he have the time to wage jihad? “My main business is driving ambulances and carrying dead bodies,” he said later during lunch, as we sat around a blanket covered with plates of french fries, cheeseburgers, and pizza.

Last December, Shahidul sparked a nationwide furor and reinvigorated a long-standing debate in Bangladesh. Four weeks before the parliamentary elections scheduled for January 22 (but later postponed), his party signed a “memorandum of understanding” with the Awami League, one of the nation’s two mainstream parties and traditionally its most secular one. The agreement stipulated that Shahidul’s Khelafat Majlish would team up with the Awami League for the elections. If they won, the Awami League promised to enact a blasphemy law, push legislation to brand the Ahmadiyyas as non-Muslims, and officially recognize the fatwas issued by local clerics. The deal outraged secularists across the country. “Khelafat Majlish is a radical Islamist militant group which is against the spirit of the Liberation War,” said the Anti-Fundamentalism and Anti-Militant Conscious Citizens’ Society in a written statement. “By ascending to power through a deal with a section of fundamentalist militants, the Awami League... will never be able to create a secular Bangladesh.”

The Western media had been predicting similar things for years. In January The New Republic suggested that, “Left unchecked, Bangladesh could become another Afghanistan—a base for regional terrorism.”

But the prospects for Bangladesh, a country roughly the size of Minnesota, with 170 million inhabitants, are not nearly as certain as such reports would suggest. Islamist parties have multiplied over the past decade and public support for them has grown. Yet Bangladeshi society remains overwhelmingly secular, even militantly secular. And while the Islamists have grabbed headlines, the secularists are holding their own in an intense power struggle. Bangladesh has a long history of civil activism, and people are passionate and eager to voice their opinions in the streets. The secularists may not have the finances and weapons that the Islamist groups have access to. But the same leaders who fought against the imposition of Islamic politics in the Liberation War of 1971 are not about to hand the country over to men like Mufti Shahidul Islam. And he knows it.

For the most part, Islamic militancy or anti-American sentiment is not what draws support to politicians like Shahidul. While voters in Pakistan or Afghanistan might be impressed by a politician’s links to the Taliban or his jihadi credentials, in Bangladesh such affiliations are a political liability. This is why Shahidul hurries to change the subject whenever his are brought up. While he mentioned to me that he didn’t believe in secularism, he didn’t care to elaborate. He prefers to discuss other things. Take his constituency of Narail, a city in western Bangladesh, for example. “There is no corruption there,” he said. “And it is a big Hindu area.” Before the partition of India in 1947, more than half of Narail’s population was Hindu. Shahidul boasted that, because of his work, “Hindu people now say, ‘Islam is a nice religion.’ ”

Three days after our meeting, I went to Itna, a village near Narail, where I met a teacher, Rajib Asmad, at a local girls’ school. “Mufti Shahidul Islam has helped a lot of poor people—Muslims and Hindus,” Asmad said. “He’s not only built mosques. He also drilled a lot of tube wells and distributed a lot of money. So everyone will vote for him again.” A local journalist later told me that Shahidul has funded at least 40 mosques, 13 madrasas, and 350 wells. Of course, this phenomenon, where Islamist parties gain support by providing basic services, is not specific to Bangladesh. Hezbollah has done it in Lebanon. Hamas in the West Bank and Gaza. The Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt. Since the October 2005 earthquake in Pakistan, Jamaat-i-Islami and numerous other groups, some actively involved in waging jihad across the border in Indian-held Kashmir, have provided unflagging relief and reconstruction aid. The Islamists in Bangladesh are pursuing a similar strategy. The major difference in Bangladesh is that the public is almost completely uninformed about their political aims.

“Do local people support his vision of an Islamic state?” I asked.

“Most people don’t understand what he really wants,” Asmad said. “They think, ‘Mufti gave us so much money.’ ”

Bangladesh is one of the few post-colonial countries whose demographics almost make sense. Whereas Pakistan is a hodgepodge of nations, where hardly 10 percent of the country speaks the national language, Urdu, in their homes, 98 percent of people in Bangladesh are ethnically Bengali and speak Bengali, an Indo-Aryan language derived from Sanskrit. More than 80 percent are Muslim; the rest are Hindu (15 percent), Christian (less than five percent), or Buddhist. Historically, this religious mix has contributed to the vibrancy of Bengali culture. Rabindranath Tagore, a poet and winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, was a Bengali-speaking Hindu. Poems of his later became the national anthems of both Hindu-majority India and Muslim-majority Bangladesh.

Tagore composed both poems during the first partition of Bengal, which lasted from 1905 to 1912. In “Amar Shonar Bangla,” Bangladesh’s national anthem, he writes: “My Bengal of gold, I love you / Forever your skies, your air set my heart in tune, as if it were a flute.” After seven years of unrest and a flurry of nationalist poetry, the British capitulated and reunited Bengal. In 1947 it was divided again, this time for good. As the British were leaving the Subcontinent that year, they created two new states: India and Pakistan. West Bengal joined India; East Bengal became the East Wing of Pakistan.

From early on, the founders of Pakistan faced huge challenges trying to reconcile the West Wing (present-day Pakistan) and the East Wing (present-day Bangladesh). More than 1000 miles separated them, with their hostile neighbor, India, sandwiched in between. Bengalis accounted for more than half the population, yet the country was led by those from West Pakistan, a mix of Punjabis, Pashtuns, Sindhis, Balochis, and Mohajirs. Meanwhile, Urdu, a language spoken by less than five percent of the population, became the national language. Because the written script was derived from Arabic, and Bangla was derived from Sanskrit, Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the founding father of Pakistan, said Urdu was a more “Muslim” language. “What nonsense,” recalled Kamal Hossain, Bangladesh’s first law minister. “Identifying language and religion? Bangla was our language. We were Muslims. What was the problem?”

Decades of economic and cultural neglect took their toll on the Bengali masses. Between 1965 and 1970, the West Wing of Pakistan was allotted a budget of 52 billion rupees (about $865 million), while the East Wing, despite its larger population, received 21 billion. Then, in the 1970 parliamentary elections, Bengalis voted almost unanimously in support of the Awami League, which, because of the Bengalis’ numerical advantage, gained an overall majority in the national assembly. Sheik Mujibur Rahman, the head of the party, should have been named prime minister, but the leaders in the West Wing delayed the opening session. On March 25, 1971, Bengali leaders declared their independence and the Bangladesh Liberation War began. The Pakistani Army sent soldiers into the streets to crush the Bengali nationalists, an effort code-named Operation Searchlight.

Shahriar Kabir was one of hundreds of thousands of mukhti bahini, Bengali nationalists who took up arms. “It was total guerilla warfare,” he told me. Today, Kabir is a squat man in his late fifties with a comb-over and a hand-broom mustache. On the night I visited him in his Dhaka home, Nag Champa, a type of incense from India, was burning and the room smelled of sandalwood. Between the incense and the hemp tote bag he held on his lap, Kabir didn’t strike me as a freedom fighter.

During the Liberation War the mukhti bahini faced volunteer brigades of Bangladeshi Islamists who were collaborating with the more than 100,000 Pakistani army troops stationed in the East Wing. The brigades, known as razakars, came from Jamaat-i-Islami, a fundamentalist political party formed in 1941. “They were a killing squad, like the Gestapo in Nazi Germany,” Kabir said. The razakars lurked in places where uniformed soldiers could never go. They targeted intellectuals, whom they considered, according to Kabir, “the root of all evil for promoting the ideas of Bengali nationalism and identity.” In December 1971, in the final days of the war, they murdered hundreds of prominent doctors, engineers, journalists, and lawyers.

On December 16, 1971, the Pakistani army surrendered at Dhaka’s Ramna Racecourse, and Bangladesh became an independent state. It emerged from the war as a fiercely secular nation. The 1972 constitution declared “Nationalism, Socialism, Secularism and Democracy” to be the four pillars of Bangladesh. The constitution also banned religious-based politics.

But Bangladesh lasted only five years as an officially secular state. In November 1975, General Ziaur Rahman, a hero of the Liberation War, seized power after a quick succession of military coups and counter-coups following the assassination of Mujib, who had become the first prime minister of Bangladesh, and his family in August 1975. To solidify his rule, Zia felt it necessary to appeal to the Islamists. In 1977 he removed “Secularism” as one of the constitution’s principles and lifted the ban on religious-based politics. Jamaat-i-Islami bounced back and has been steadily gaining power ever since. Its members occupied 17 out of 300 seats in the last national assembly, including the leadership of two ministries—Social Welfare and Agriculture. “With the Ministry of Agriculture, they have access to grassroots and can reach the farmers. The Ministry of Social Welfare can reach the common people by providing funds. From here, they recruit and build their power,” said a journalist with The Daily Star in Dhaka who reports on the Islamists and requested anonymity. According to Shahriar Kabir, Jamaat-i-Islami receives “enormous amounts of money” from the Middle East and “enormous amounts of arms” from Pakistan, part of what he calls their “global jihad network.”

Most of Jamaat-i-Islami’s top leaders, says Kabir, are former razakars and “enemies of Bangladesh.” Fifteen years ago, Kabir formed the Ekattorer Ghatak Dalal Nirmul Committee, which had two demands: to try former razakars as war criminals, and to reinstate the 1972 constitution’s ban on religious-based politics. (The Nirmul Committee is known alternatively as the Voice of Secularism.) He feels that the rise of parties like Jamaat-i-Islami and Khelafat Majlish contradicts everything he fought for in 1971. “We wanted a secular democracy,” he said. “Three million people were killed during the Liberation War. If we now have to accept Islam as the basis of politics to run the country, then what was wrong with Pakistan?”

A few days later, I made an appointment with Muhammad Kamaruzzaman, the assistant secretary general of Jamaat-i-Islami, whom the Nirmul Committee has accused of war crimes. According to the committee, Kamaruzzaman was “the principal organizer” of one of the most ruthless razakar brigades. Their pamphlet alleges that in 1971 Kamaruzzaman dragged a professor naked through the streets of Sherpur, a city in central Bangladesh, beating him with leather whips. It also claims that he ordered numerous killings and supervised torture cells. When I asked Kamaruzzaman about these charges one morning in his Dhaka office, he scowled and replied: “Is there any evidence? Not a single piece! I was only a 16-year-old college boy. How can I lead such a political force?”

Kamaruzzaman wears nice suits and gold-framed glasses, and his mustache and goatee are so finely kempt they look stenciled. Critics sneer at him for being “all suited and booted,” which they say reflects Jamaat-i-Islami’s aims to dupe the masses. We snacked on two plates of potato chips, which he ate with his pinky askance.

Despite Jamaat-i-Islami’s advances in recent elections, Kamaruzzaman admits that there are numerous barriers to its growth. Its role in the 1971 war, he told me, “can be an obstacle. But we are addressing it. We have accepted reality and are now working for Bangladesh. In 1971, the leaders of Jamaat-i-Islami didn’t want to see our Muslim state separated. We wanted the country to be united, but the game is over. The countries are independent. We made a politically wrong calculation,” he said. Another obstacle is poverty. Kamaruzzaman added, “People in the villages don’t want to hear you talk on and on about religion if you can’t provide food to them.”

But what about the “Hindu factor”? If Jamaat-i-Islami ever hopes to enact its Islamic revolution, then it will have to undo centuries of cross-pollination between Hindu and Muslim cultures in Bangladesh. Jamaat-i-Islami’s puritan vision of Islam simply has no foundation in Bangladeshi society. I asked Kamaruzzaman who was winning the culture war in Bangladesh: the Islamists or those promoting a secular, pluralist vision of Bangladesh. “We are neither winning nor losing at this moment,” he said. “But one day people will realize the effects of this so-called openness. Pornography and nudity in these types of Western and Indian films are encouraging violence and terrorist activities. Children shouldn’t be distraught by such things. Society cannot be a boundless sky.

“We don’t want to impose anything. Of course, there should be a law that, in public places, someone should not be ill-dressed or undressed. But sense should prevail.” He paused a moment before reaching in my direction, palm upturned as if to present his next idea on a silver platter: “You know, self-censorship.”

Bangladesh has more than 50 Islamic political parties, militant organizations, and terrorist groups, according to Abul Barkat, an economics professor at Dhaka University. Barkat, a middle-aged man with a penchant for coining technical terms, contends that each of these groups comprise “operational research projects,” ultimately overseen by the most adept of the bunch, Jamaat-i-Islami. “They know they will never capture state power through democracy, so they all work in different ways,” he told me. “Harakat-ul-Jihad-i-Islami is not doing the same thing as JMB”—Jamaatul Mujahideen Bangladesh—“and JMB is not doing the same thing as Khelafat Majlish. They are trying different things to find the best way to get power.”

Jamaatul Mujahideen Bangladesh may not be the biggest of the Islamist groups, but its activities provide a terrifying example of how even the tiniest outfits can shake—or destabilize—a society. On the morning of August 17, 2005, JMB simultaneously detonated 459 bombs in 63 of Bangladesh’s 64 districts. Near each of the blast sites they left leaflets claiming responsibility in Bengali and Arabic. “It is time to implement Islamic law in Bangladesh,” the leaflets read. “There is no future with man-made law.”

The irony of the leaflets was that just a year earlier the government and its man-made law had built up Jamaatul Mujahideen Bangladesh in order to fend off a menace from the left. Bands of Communist rebels known as Sarbaharas had been growing stronger near the northwest city of Rajshahi. The Sarbaharas arose during the Liberation War, when they fought to expel the Pakistani army from Bangladesh. They have been trying to bring an armed, Maoist revolution to Bangladesh ever since. Some prominent secularist leaders may have sympathized with the Sarbaharas in the past. But, as Shahriar Kabir told me, the Sarbaharas are “no longer political agents.” Kabir, who has interviewed Maoist rebels in India and remains a leftist revolutionary at heart, sounded somewhat despondent when he said that these days the Sarbaharas are “just gangsters. They are looting and plundering the common people. Nothing more.”

Meanwhile, just across the border in India, Naxalite rebels were murdering policemen and raiding government offices in several districts. In nearby Nepal, Maoists were threatening to topple King Gyanendra. The government in Dhaka, led by Zia’s Bangladesh Nationalist Party in conjunction with Jamaat-i-Islami and Khelafat Majlish (before it defected to join the Awami League alliance), formulated a strategy to crush the Sarbaharas. They assigned the Jamaatul Mujahideen Bangladesh, a previously unknown militant group, to the task.

The government initially treated JMB with respect. At least eight members of the national assembly bankrolled the group, according to a report in the January 30, 2007, edition of the Bengali daily Prothom Alo. In a phone interview, a member of JMB recalled police officers publicly saluting the JMB operations chief, Siddiqul Islam, or “Bangla Bhai”—Bengali Brother. At the time, Bangla Bhai was torturing and terrorizing anyone who he thought was even remotely sympathetic to the Sarbaharas.

Gradually, as the Sarbaharas were defeated, the government withdrew its support for Jamaatul Mujahideen Bangladesh and had several of its members arrested. Bangla Bhai felt betrayed and used. JMB resolved to send the government a message. “We wanted to frighten everyone about our strength,” the JMB member told me. The organization trained in camps alongside remote riverbanks and in jungle clearings. Maulana Abdur Rahman, the group’s spiritual guide, would stand in front of the blackboard, sketching out tactics and strategy. Both Rahman and Bangla Bhai carried gym bags filled with grenades wherever they went and clutched field-hockey sticks to use in the event of an ambush. In a Daily Star interview, Rahman warned, “We don’t believe in the present political trend,” which is to say in democracy and elections.

The bombings in 2005 stunned the nation. Parents rushed to pull their kids out of school and offices closed early. But for Swapan Bhuiyan, it was a call to action. For years, people like him and Shahriar Kabir had been warning people about the threat militant Islamic groups posed to Bangladesh, though few wanted to listen. The bombings proved that their concerns were credible, but did they have any coherent strategy to respond with?

Bhuiyan, a gentle-seeming middle-aged man with dark skin and a grey beard, represents a growing class of militant secularists. Many of them are former socialists or communists who have refashioned their ideology to oppose everything that the Islamists stand for. Bhuiyan told me, “I know you shouldn’t kill other humans, but these Islamic fundamentalists are like wild dogs. The Islamists have been destroying our values since 1971. They killed our golden sons in the last days before liberation.” I had met Bhuiyan about a year earlier in Karachi at the World Social Forum. On one of my first nights in Dhaka he brought me to the office of his organization, the Revolutionary Unity Front. The electricity was out and a single candle splashed light on a poster of Chairman Mao hanging on one wall and a framed photograph of Lenin on another.

Bhuiyan has fought for a secular Bangladesh twice before. In 1971 he was a freedom fighter. Then, in 1975, while he was serving as a lieutenant in the Bangladeshi army, news broke about Prime Minster Mujib’s assassination. Incensed by the murder of the nation’s founding father, Bhuiyan led a mutiny at the Dhaka airport against those in the army who sympathized with Mujib’s killers. After a couple days, the mutiny was suppressed. Bhuiyan’s seniors sentenced him to die by firing squad. That sentence was commuted to four months of solitary confinement. “No one goes longer than three months,” he said with a slight twitch. “Four is unheard of. They tried to make me crazy.”

When the lights in the Revolutionary Unity Front’s office eventually powered on, I could make out the faces of the other six people in the room. Most of them were in their 30s, born after the 1971 war. “We are all anti-fundamentalists,” Bhuiyan said, gesturing around the room. The others nodded. Although their brothers, sisters, and cousins weren’t killed by razakars, their generation is no less militantly secular. “The secular culture of the common people is strong enough to defeat Islamic fundamentalism here,” Manabendra Dev, the 25-year-old president of the Bangladesh Students Union at Dhaka University, told me later.

I asked Bhuiyan how he viewed the contest of ideologies in modern Bangladesh. “There is only one -ism,” he replied. “That’s Marxism. When it joins with Bengalism—and it will—there will be a great revolution in Bangladesh.” His neck jerked and he ran his hands through his long, silver hair. “But first, if I had the money, I would train a brigade of people in India and return to kill all the Islamic fundamentalists in Bangladesh.”

Bangladesh has a rich, turbulent legacy of civil, political, and cultural activism, starting from 1971, immediately after the war. “There was no government and we had no experience of ruling ourselves,” said Abul Barkat, the economics professor. “We organized to reconstruct bridges and rebuild the country. The rise of NGOs”—Barkat estimates there are more than 70,000 nongovernmental organizations in the country today, compared to 300 30 years ago—“stems from local-level initiatives. These were people’s organizations.”

The boom of NGOs is indicative of Bangladeshis’ inclination to act in the name of some greater calling. Perhaps more than in any other country, protests and strikes are seen as legitimate avenues of political discourse here. Dhaka University is a battleground between the student arms of the two major parties—the Awami League and the Bangladesh Nationalist Party. The campus cafeteria is referred to as “the second parliament” due to the number of student leaders who later became members of the national assembly. “It is a landmark for identity because of its powerful influence in shaping the ethos, the values, and the goals that were pursued by the country’s founders,” said Kamal Hossain. The Language Movement, which initiated Bangladesh’s campaign for independence, began at Dhaka University.

“The history of our country is one of sacrifice and struggle,” Manabendra Dev said to me one afternoon in the “second parliament.” People’s movements have defeated foreign armies, overthrown a military government, and forced concessions from a multinational energy giant. (In August 2006, Asia Energy Corporation abandoned a lucrative open-pit coal-mining project in Fulbari, a city in the northwest, after months of demonstrations against their shady dealings and environmentally damaging work.) With this kind of track record, people are optimistic that society will be able to repel the forces of fundamentalism.

As part of their efforts, Shahriar Kabir’s Nirmul Committee has built 80 private libraries around the country, targeting places where the Islamist parties are strongest. Each library doubles as a museum for the Liberation War; while Jamaat-i-Islami is trying to put 1971 behind them, Kabir’s libraries are keeping the narrative alive. In Chittagong, the second-largest city, there are 13 libraries. At the Double Mooring library there, 105 members—mostly teenage boys—pay an annual fee of five taka, or about 14 cents, for borrowing privileges. The shelves contain some of Kabir’s own work (he has written more than 70 fiction and nonfiction books), classics by Tagore, Bengali translations of The Old Man and the Sea and Harry Potter, and a section about the mukhti bahini. Arif Ahmed, a boy in his early teens with a spiky haircut, had just finished reading a Bengali translation of Hamlet on the day of my visit. His thoughts on Shakespeare? “Not my favorite. It was too much all about kings.”

Later that night, Kamran Hasan Badal, the president of Nirmul’s Chittagong chapter of libraries, explained what he hoped to accomplish. Badal and I sat on a bench in front of a hip bookstore in downtown Chittagong where poets regularly gather to sip tea and converse. He wore a blue plaid shirt and was freshly shaven. “Secular education is often not available outside of the cities. There is only madrasa education,” Badal said. “We want to start a debate through the libraries about what kind of secularism is best for Bangladesh.” While children are allowed to check out books for older siblings and parents, the Nirmul libraries are oriented toward the minds of the next generation—and their thoughts about secularism. Badal added that a top priority of a secular state should be to protect the rights of religious minorities. “When the Hindus and the Ahmadiyyas have been attacked by Islamists in the past, the government doesn’t do anything. It has to ensure the safety of minorities.”

The longer we spoke, the more I sensed Badal’s animosity toward anyone who wore a headscarf or beard. I asked how he differentiated between symbols of religious revivalism and so-called “Talibanization.” There seemed little room for compromise in his mind. “We are against anyone who capitalizes on religion for political gains,” he said.

After our conversation I left the quiet alley where the bookstore was located and stepped into the frenetic streets of Chittagong. A slight chill made the February night air refreshing. I thought about Badal’s ideas and compared them to things I had heard from Swapan Bhuiyan, Abul Barkat, and Shahriar Kabir. Besides being staunch secularists, all four men’s world views were rooted in intellectual traditions springing from the left. They romanticized the downtrodden. But in trying to protect the rights of tens of thousands of downtrodden Hindus from the aggressive Islamists, were they neglecting the plight of tens of millions of downtrodden Muslims?

On the night of January 11, 2007, after three months of violent protests, President Iajuddin Ahmed declared a state of emergency. The move dashed the hopes of the Bangladesh Nationalist Party and Jamaat-i-Islami, whose alliance was heading for a landslide victory in the January 22 elections; in early January, the Awami League–led opposition bloc had announced its intention to boycott the polls. The decision to boycott convinced the international community that January elections could be neither free nor fair. By the time I arrived in Dhaka on the morning of January 13, the army had postponed the election.

In the following weeks, army and police units launched an aggressive anticorruption drive. Scheduling an interview in Dhaka became difficult. Many politicians turned off their mobile phones and slept at a different place each night. Dozens of high-ranking politicians from the Bangladesh Nationalist Party were arrested, including the son of Khaleda Zia, the former prime minister. But Jamaat-i-Islami remained unsullied by corruption charges. In fact, they emerged sounding like model democrats. “The constitution has been violated,” Muhammad Kamaruzzaman, the Jamaat-i-Islami leader, said during our meeting in late January. “The election should have been held. Whether a party decides to participate or not, this shouldn’t be a consideration.”

Mustafizur Rahman, the research director at the Center for Policy Dialogue, a think tank in Dhaka, said, “Jamaat-i-Islami has handled things very tactfully. They just aren’t into the business of extortion like the other two parties,” he added, referring to the Bangladesh Nationalist Party and the Awami League. A top army general, who asked not to be identified, said, “Every devil has its pluses and minuses. And at least Jamaat is relatively honest.” Their party workers, the general added, are the only people in the country who show up for anything on time, “pencils sharpened and ready to take notes.”

Even Harry K. Thomas, the former American ambassador to Bangladesh, described Jamaat-i-Islami on several occasions as a “moderate” and “democratic” party. It is the only large party in Bangladesh whose internal affairs and promotions are based on merit and elections. (The mainstream parties are driven by personality cults and family connections.) Most of its members are university educated, English-speaking, and know how to speak to Western journalists. “Our idea is to bring change through a constitutional and democratic process,” Kamaruzzaman said.

Jamaat-i-Islami’s commitment to elections puts voters in an awkward situation. What constitutes democracy? Is it elections? Or liberalism? Should voters back a liberal, one-woman party like the Bangladesh Nationalist Party or the Awami League? Or the democratic but illiberal Jamaat-i-Islami? Who is a liberal, democratic Bangladeshi to support?

In light of the mainstream parties’ autocratic ways and backroom deals with Islamist parties, Abul Barkat is relying on civil-society groups to build and sustain a convincing model of secularism. Though the Islamists are strong, he is confident that they aren’t going to win. “Jamaat-i-Islami can only succeed if we, as civil society, fail,” he said. He rehashed his days as a freedom fighter and nodded slowly, as if impressed by his own strength of character. “The burden is on us.”

After our first meeting at Al-Markazul Islami, Mufti Shahidul Islam and I stayed in frequent contact. I think he liked having an American friend; perhaps he thought our relationship would shield him from allegations of being pro-Taliban. But on the first Friday in February he didn’t show up for a planned meeting at the headquarters of Al-Markazul Islami. When I inquired into his whereabouts, a colleague of his told me that he was in bed. “High blood pressure,” he added. Four days later, Shahidul was arrested for having links to militant Islamist organizations.

The following morning, I visited Kamal Hossain, the former law minister, who wrote the 1972 constitution. Hossain has a deep voice and modest bulges of fat around his cheeks and knuckles. He heads a political party known as the People’s Forum. I met him at his house, where we sat in a room with towering ceilings, Turkmen carpets, and glass coffee tables.

“I see that the army arrested a political ally of yours yesterday.”

“Mine? No, no, no,” Hossain said. His party belonged to the Awami League’s electoral alliance that Khelafat Majlish had joined. He glared at me. “I feel insulted and offended and outraged that I should be called an ally of this man. The signing of the deal with Khelafat Majlish was about rank opportunism and totally unprincipled politics,” he said. Spittle collected on his lips. “Some of us are still guided by principle.”

Hossain describes himself as faithful Muslim, but he is also a militant secularist. He admires the way that the U.S. Constitution framed secularism. The rise of groups like Khelafat Majlish and Jamaat-i-Islami, he believes, is totally anathema to that style of secularism. “I go into the Jamaat areas and tell them, ‘You have completed misinterpreted Islam. The Prophet didn’t summon you as guides. We had Islam in Bengal for 700 years and we didn’t need you then. You did the wrong thing in 1971—and it would be just as well if you stayed out.’ ” From 1998 to 2003, Hossain had similar conversations with the Taliban government of Mullah Omar while he was serving as the UN Special Rapporteur to Afghanistan. “ ‘Who keeps telling you this nonsense that women can’t work?’ I’d ask them. ‘The Prophet’s wife was a business lady and you don’t even let them go to school.’ ”

As the author of the 1972 constitution, Hossain played as pivotal a role as anyone in deciding the nature of secularism in Bangladesh. I asked him if he ever imagined that he would see the day when the Awami League would be signing agreements with Islamist parties. “Absolutely not,” he said. In fact, he says he often asks himself, “What have we done to deserve this?”

Hossain struggles to determine a proper course of action. Immediately after the Awami League signed the memorandum of understanding with Khelafat Majlish, many secular-minded people experienced near paralysis. Hossain cautions that, especially now, society should be vigilant not to be “psychologically blackmailed” into inaction.

But inaction is only one possibility. Overreaction is another.

One evening, near his hometown of Dinajpur, Swapan Bhuiyan and I were sitting on a flat-bed trolley being pulled by a bicycle when we passed a one-room madrasa standing in the middle of a rice patty. Banana and coconut trees leaned over the ramshackle structure. “They are training terrorists there,” Bhuiyan said.

The madrasa sign was written in Bengali and Urdu, and I could see that the seminary was for young women memorizing the Quran. “Swapan, it’s a girl’s madrasa,” I chuckled. “Not all madrasas and mosques are training terrorists.”

He jerked his head side to side. Then he shared a short Bengali parable with me. In it, a cow gets burned by fire. The rest of its life, the cow is too afraid to even look at the sunset.

Bhuiyan paused. “We are thinking like that,” he said. “When we hear about a new madrasa we get frightened.” <

Nicholas Schmidle is a writer and fellow at the Institute of Current World Affairs.

Gmail - The General vs. the Judge By TARIQ ALI

Gmail - The General vs. the Judge By TARIQ ALI

May 17, 2007

General Strike Paralyzes Pakistan

The General vs. the Judge

By TARIQ ALI

COUNTERPUNCH

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Sixty years old this August, Pakistan has been under de facto military rule for exactly half of its life. Military leaders have usually been limited to a ten-year cycle: Ayub Khan (1958-69), Zia-ul-Haq (1977-89). The first was removed by a nation-wide insurrection lasting three months. The second was assassinated. According to this political calendar, Pervaiz Musharraf still has another year and a half to go, but events happen.

On 9 March this year the President suspended the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. Unlike some of his colleagues, the Judge in question, Iftikhar Chowdhry, had not resigned at the time of the coup, but like previous Supreme Courts, had acquiesced to the bogus 'doctrine of necessity' that is always used to judicially justify a military take-over. He was not known for judicial activism and the charges against him are related to a ' corrupt misuse of his office', but its hardly a secret that Chowdhry's recent judgements against the Government on a number of key issues, including the rushed privatisation of the Karachi Steel Mills in Karachi, the demand that 'disappeared' political activists be produced in court and taking rape victims seriously, panicked Islamabad. Might this turbulent judge go so far and declare the military presidency unconstitutional? Paranoia set in.

TV stations engaged in objective reporting were raided by the police, thus destroying the regime's proud boast (hitherto largely true) that it interfered less with the media than all its predecessors.

The decision triggered off a remarkable social movement. Initially confined to the country's 80,000 lawyers and several dozen judges, it soon began to spread.This in itself came as a surprise to a country whose people have become increasingly alienated from elite rule whose roots are rotten. Also worth noting is that this civil society opposition to a crude decision had nothing to do with religion. It was a defence of judicial independence (however nominal) against the executive. The lawyers who marched on the streets did so to insist on a separation of constitutional powers. There is something delightfully outmoded and old-fashioned about this struggle. It involved neither money nor religion, but principle. As respect for the movement grew, bandwagon careerists from the Opposition (some of whom had organised their own thuggish assaults on the Supreme Court when in power) made the cause their own.

As often happens in a crisis, Musharraf and his advisers, instead of acknowledging that a mistake had been made and moving rapidly to correct it, decided on a test of strength. As Iftikhar Choudhry's cavalcades through various became more and more popular, Islamabad plotted its counter-strike. The Judge was due to visit the country's largest city, Karachi. Political power here rests in the hands of the MQM, an unsavoury outfit created during a previous dictatorship, addicted to violence and protection rackets and insensitive to moral and human realities. It consisted largely of poor muhajir families (Muslim refugees who fled to Pakistan at the time of Partition in 1947), who felt abandoned by the State. Musharraf too, hails from a middle-class refugee background. For this reason the MQM adopted him as one of their own (even though Musharraf's mother was a Communist sympathiser and the family as whole was progressive).

On Islamabad's instructions, the MQM leaders now decided to prevent the Judge from addressing any meeting in Karachi. That is what led to armed clashes and nearly fifty deaths in the city a few days ago. Footage of the killings, screened on Aaj (Today) TV led to the station being assaulted by armed MQM volunteers. All this provoked a successful general strike, isolating the regime. Were a Presidential election to be held today there is little doubt that the Judge would defeat the General.

Justice Choudhry's popularity can only be understood in a context where traditional politicians had become thoroughly discredited. First Benazir Bhutto (Pakistan People's Party appointed her husband Asif Zardari as the 'Minister for Investment' and the couple, together with their cronies, began to milk the country dry. The Bhutto/Zardari accounts in safe havens abroad are reputed to be in the region of a billion dollars. Bhutto's failure to do anything substantial for the poor who had voted her into office resulted in mass disillusion. She was removed from office for corruption and in the subsequent elections her old rival Sharif (Pakistan Muslim League) won a large majority on the basis of a very low turn-out (under 30 percent). Bhutto's disgusted supporters stayed at home.

Nawaz Sharif made his brother Shahbaz the Chief Minister of the Punjab. His late father became the unofficial President of Pakistan and was involved in negotiations with a disaffected Army. It was old man Sharif who advised his sons that Generals, not being angels from heaven, could also be bought and sold in the market-place. But not all of them. And not Musharraf. Nawaz Sharif's comic-opera attempt to retire Musharraf backfired disastrously.

9/11 made the Pakistan President a key player in the region. For the native elite this was a godsend. Money began to pour in, nuclear-related sanctions were lifted, and the EU granted trade concessions worth over a billion Euros and simultaneously relaxed tariffs on Pakistani textile exports. As the US became more closely involved the Pakistani military and political elite fell into line. Everyone----venal politicians, grovelling high officials, and harebrained society hostesses---- applauded Pakistan's return to its old status as a frontline state. Not the Islamists, of course, since the new war was against them and their friends in Afghanistan. For a while the only opposition to the regime came from the Islamists, moderates and extremists alike, though the methods were different in each case.

The attempt to browbeat a Judge has released a new fissure in Pakistani society. The violence in Karachi makes compromise difficult for both sides. There is an easy solution. The General should discard his uniform, the Judge should forego his wig and the two men should battle it out on the electoral terrain without hindrance from the MQM or the numerous apparatuses of the State. It may seem like attempting to square a circle, but there are imminent dangers unless the Generals agree to compromise.

Tariq Ali's new book, Pirates of the Caribbean: Axis of Hope, is published by Verso. He can be reached at: tariq.ali3@btinternet.com

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

The Rediff Interview/Keki Gharda, Founder, Chairman & MD, Gharda Chem

How Keki Gharda stunned the MNC giants

May 12, 2007


Keki Gharda, Founder and Chairman & Managing Director, Gharda Chemicals Ltd







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Once upon a time he used to bite pens. Now he fidgets with a knife in a cramped office lined up to the ceiling with books that range from Game Theory to the history of the Roman Empire to polymer science. Whether as a businessman, or as a technologist or as a human being, Dr Keki Gharda is an iconoclast.

Battling the business climate of the '70s and '80s, he has built a business through sheer innovative brilliance. Gharda completed his chemical engineering in 1950 from the Bombay University, Masters from University of Michigan and his PhD from University Of Oklahoma.

In 1965, he started his company in a small rented shed with a drum as a table and a carboy for a chair. Over the next four decades Gharda Chemicals has repeatedly flummoxed multinationals like Sandoz, Bayer and Hoechst by making their products at a fraction of the cost through technological virtuosity.

In the process it has recorded many firsts in dyestuffs, pesticides, veterinary drugs and polymers which have fetched dozens of awards from the government and industry. In 2004 Gharda became not only the first Indian but also the first Asian to win the prestigious Chemical Pioneer Award from the American Institute of Chemists for his extraordinary achievements in the chemical industry.

He is now setting up his dream project, a top-notch technical college a few hours drive from Mumbai. Excerpts from an interview with MoneyLIFE editors Sucheta Dalal and Debashis Basu that was punctuated by many jokes, wisecracks and funny anecdotes from a young man of 77.

Let us begin with your background. We gather you are born and brought up in Mumbai and that you have two older sisters?

Yes, so legally I am a 'Maharashtrian', but can't speak the language. I had two sisters but one of them is already dead. One sister is still alive, she is about five years older than me and she is the mother of the children who, shall I say, don't see eye to eye with me.

Of course, we meet at family functions. Let me tell you about them. From practically nothing, they are both worth about $ 5 million each, but they think it is too little. They hold some shares in the company and I have told them if you settle for that value, I can get you the value. They say they are worth more. So I said, okay, if that is so, wait until you get it (laughs heartily).

Incidentally, they have received more than a hundred times the initial investment of their father by way of dividends. Even at 77, I come to office everyday and work from around 10.30 to 6 pm. Of course, occasionally I get to catch a nap for an hour.

And you find time to read all these books lined up in your office?

Yes, it does look like I run a bookshop as a side business doesn't it? I don't (laughs). I don't read here. But yes, I have a rather catholic taste in books and subjects to read. I have read widely and by the age of 15 or 16 I had read all the English classics and all the German and Russian Classics in English.

I could read a 500-page book in a day, it is a peculiar form of rapid reading that I have evolved myself. I would glance through the page almost line by line and if it is a description of a house or a room, or the protagonist, I would skip through. In around eight hours I could tell you reasonably well the contents of a 500-page book.

Can we go back to your childhood so that we go a little chronologically?

Well okay, my father was a government servant and my mother was a housewife. Not just a housewife. Although she was taken out of school when she was 12, she had a very high degree of curiosity and her father was a practicing medical doctor. He had a superb collection of books and was very widely read. The remarkable thing about him was not only his collection of books - they were all literary books - he could even quote the act and the scene from Shakespeare of a quotation.

Even at that age he had a tremendous memory and I have inherited a significant amount of that. Nobody in my company, or even nobody that I know, remembers as many melting and boiling points that I know. It is not a conscious act, it just registers, once I have read it. On the other hand, don't be annoyed if I don't recognise you after 15 days or a month. Its selective, you know!

Another thing about my grandfather was that although he had a flourishing practice, he did not charge the poor any money. In fact, he would give them money to buy milk or food so that the medicine was more effective. That influenced me in a big way.

Sub-consciously, I believed that if you are clever or gifted, that does not belong to you. I am not modest about my talents. Over a period of time I have realised that I have unusual talents. To put it in another way, if I see a document on any subject, I see something in it that nobody else sees. It is a gift, that's all.

You know the Stradivarius violin? It auctions at over a million dollars today. Somebody asked him, 'Senor, what is the secret of your talent'. He reportedly said, 'all talent comes from God, but even God needs a Stradivarius to make a good violin'. Hence I feel that although I have unusual talents, they don't belong to me. I am just a trustee.

When it came to my teachers too I just knew what they were teaching. For instance, when I studied at the Royal Institute of Science, one of my professors was quite a pompous man who expected us to take notes when he was teaching. But I used to just write the title of the lecture on the page and didn't take notes, since I already knew it.

One day, he noticed I wasn't taking notes and said, 'Mr.Gharda, I assume you know what I am teaching'. I politely replied, 'Yes Sir'. That made him furious. He said, 'In that case, why don't you go to the board and finish what I am doing'. He was writing some theorem or equation. I went to the board and finished it. He was dumbfounded and there was tittering in the classroom. But being a normal human being, he naturally didn't like me.

Were you a topper in college?

I was a topper in school but not always at the top of my class in college.

Was it because you were reading more, or were you more distracted with other things?

I didn't like the way one needed to study to get to be the first in class. So I used to read widely about the same subject and other things. But I was not low down...just second, third or fourth. There is an interesting story about my rank.

The person who stood first in the matriculations in my batch was Madhu Patwardhan (once chairman of NOCIL). I became quite friendly with him later. I stood 48th or something. Madhu Patwardhan was a thorough gentleman, with long sideburns and all that. I am also a gentleman of sorts but not a thorough gentleman (laughs).

We were both in Elphinstone College. He got the top scholarship and I didn't and that was fair. We left inter-science in the same year and both of us joined the Royal Institute of Science. There, oddly enough, we had the same number of marks. There used to be small scholarship of about Rs 100 a month. We both applied for it and he was given the scholarship and I wasn't. So, the same professor I talked about earlier, was the Principal. I went to him and said, 'Sir, you have given the scholarship to him and not to me. Neither of us really needs the scholarship, but it is a matter of prestige. You could have divided it into two". He said, "His performance was better in matriculation. He stood first". I said, "All the more reason you should give it to me. I have come up while he has gone down". Mind you I was 16 at that time, but I didn't take any gaff from anybody.

You have said somewhere that you went abroad because you didn't get along with your Ph.D guide. What is the story behind that?

The guide was Prof. GP Kane. His father was a very famous Sanskrit Scholar (a Bharat Ratna). He was a very clever man, but then I was also a clever man. And while I was usually right in what I said, he was often wrong and I had the gall to point it out.

Naturally, he didn't like it. He once said that a particular problem in an American textbook couldn't be solved because there wasn't enough data. I went home and studied the problem and found it could be solved. He wasn't malicious. In fact, he even acknowledged that I was bright.

You have also mentioned that you used to sell chemical reagents to your college. Tell us about that.

When I was in college, I used to leave home around 8.30 am. My father used to give me some money for snacks - about Rs 5 or Rs 10 per month, I don't remember. At that time the British were at war with Germany. Most of the chemical reagents we were using were suddenly cut off. The British didn't make any reagents. So whenever I asked for a chemical it was not available. So I said, let me start making them at home.

From my pocket money I used to buy chemicals such as caustic soda, sulphuric acid, nitric acid etc, muddled around at home and made reagents and I would sell them back to the college. If the college maintained records from 50 years ago, you can see receipts of Rs. 5 or Rs 7 or Rs. 7.20 made out to me. I used to make around Rs. 50 a month.

After this, I graduated in chemical engineering from Bombay University in 1950 and stood fourth. By the way, the first Dr Keki, Ghardarank holder went broke 15 years later owing me money, which I did not attempt to recover out of sentiment (laughs).

Then you went to Michigan University?

Yes. I will tell you why I went to Michigan University. I had applied to both MIT and Michigan, both of which had top chemical engineering departments. I got admission in both. But MIT said that admissions for that September semester were over and they would admit me only the next year. Michigan gave me admission for the same year and the fees were also much lower. So I went there.

My father paid my expenses in the first year. After that I appeared for a qualifying exam. Very few of the natives used to pass that exam (laughs, and explains that he used to call the Americans, natives), even though they did their under-graduation there. It was a peculiar exam, because they could ask you any random question - physics, chemistry, mathematics or even local politics.

They basically tested you if you had an inquiring mind. Coincidentally, during those exam days an "art" cinema, showed operas and ballets. Since I didn't expect to succeed - nobody usually succeeded the first time - I used to visit the cinema almost every other evening. But I did get through the very first time and got a scholarship.

So my father didn't have to send me money anymore. Interestingly, one year I got a Dow Chemicals Scholarship, one year I got a Monsanto Scholarship and one year the Dupont Scholarship - I don't remember in what order. Gharda Chemicals is competing with all of them. I even tell their officers that you bred a viper.

You came back when your father passed away?

I came back primarily because I had not visited my family for seven years. But when I returned, I discovered that my father was in the hospital. My mother had not informed me, lest I worry. I already had a permanent job as a college teacher at the University of Oklahoma.

My father died soon afterwards, catching an infection after an operation. My mother was all alone and although she was clever in all ways, she just couldn't manage the finances. So she requested me to stay on. My sisters were already married and had left the house. So I stayed. I wrote to the college and told them about the family circumstances. The University offered to hold my job for a year, but I knew I wouldn't be able to go back so soon.

I taught for a while at UDCT (University Department of Chemical Engineering). There too, like in the US, I followed an unorthodox teaching method. I said, 'I won't teach you what is in the textbooks. You are all going to hold responsible positions in the chemical industry, where there will be a huge price to pay for any mistakes that you will make. So I will not give you any special credit for the right answers, but heavy penalties for the wrong ones'.

But you didn't get a permanent job at UDCT.

Yes, I applied a couple of times, but for various reasons I was not given the job. I was never a full time employee. I only gave certain lectures, and I was fiddling around doing some consulting work for the chemical industry. There too, because I loved my work, I used to solve the problem first and then ask for money. That was a foolish thing to do. It is still a foolish thing to do.

So I didn't get paid most of the time. Luckily, since I come from middle class background, I had a home and my mother used to feed me. Soon after, I also got married without an income. My wife was the daughter of a college professor, who oddly enough, didn't consider money as important, so he allowed her to marry me. So we got married and we were both kept by my mother. That was around 1962.

When did you start Gharda Chemicals?

In 1965. For the first two years, we were a partnership company. Around 1967 it was reorganised as a private limited company.

How did the idea come to you to start your own company?

Although the small scale sector didn't pay me, they knew me very well and recognised my talent. So they used to come to me and say, why don't you make this compound, it is not available, or make that compound because it is in short supply. So I thought of making phthalogen brilliant blue, which is a dye pioneered by Bayer.

At the time I made it, the dyestuff department of UDCT was in existence for over 10 years. But I don't think they knew how to do it, because by that time Amar Dyechem and Indian Dyechem Company were already in existence. And as the saying goes, fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

I thought I would be able to make it. I did make it and that was the beginning. But I had to work all hours since I was the only technical person in the company. I often used to work past midnight.

Where did you function from at that stage?

At that time we had a 2000 square feet rented shed at Vakola (near the domestic airport in Mumbai), which was completely illegal, with uncertain electric power and supplies and no sanitation facilities. I used to pay the fellow rent, but the owner was running it illegally - the water connection was illegal, the power connection was illegal and if he didn't bribe the authorities, they would cut off the connection.

Sometimes I had to rush to the police and have it restored. My desk was a drum and my chair was a carboy and we had 10 uneducated workmen to make the product. Hence I had to work 16 hour shifts in a primitive factory. I was the procurement manager, sales manager as well as being the production manager.

Without any experience in dye stuff technology I realized that the product was a physical mixture of an organic moiety di imino isoindoline and chelated copper complex. I was the second in the world to make this product and within two years Bayer's exports to India had become uneconomic and I was competing with them in their other major market in Africa.

Did you face resistance from Indian buyers?

It took two years for our product to get accepted. Initially, there was a lot of phobia about Indian products versus those of multinationals. Everybody used to wonder how this little fellow, not even a mosquito, dare think he can compete with Bayer. But after a while people tried our product and found it was very good. You really need one big customer to accept your product.

At that time it was Century Textiles. If Century Textiles bought something, it automatically meant a seal of approval. After a long time, I persuaded them to test it by giving them the material for a free trial. They found that it was as good as the foreign material and cheaper.

What were the early lessons from the venture?

My first adventure in entrepreneurship taught me several things, mainly that an unknown company manufacturing a high quality product and selling it at cost based prices can compete effectively with a giant multinational company. After their sales in India and Africa had dried up Bayer visited me and photographed our primitive factory and went back shaking their heads in disbelief. Over a period of time we made further modifications of this product. For this technological achievement which appeared outstanding in India of those days, we received our first P C Ray Award in 1970.

That was your first product?

Yes. After about five months, when we were well accepted, along came a broker who offered to underwrite my entire production but wanted a 7 per cent discount. I pretended to be amazed. I said, 'in fact you should give me a premium.

You are buying it, not because you love me, but because you expect to make money and it will give you a monopoly position if you have my entire production'. This was a spontaneous idea but I eventually became a serious student of Game Theory. I have a whole shelf of books on Game Theory and can give a learned lecture to anybody who doesn't understand it (laughs).

Where did you move to from Vakola?

We moved to Dombivli (a Mumbai suburb) and the facility still exists there. Then we went into a joint venture with the Gujarat Government in 1980 called Gujarat Insecticides Ltd., which is now fully owned by us. For about Rs 3 crore (Rs 30 million) of investment they got a return of Rs 19 crore (Rs 190 million) over about 10-12 years and most of the value came from our technology. And since, unlike most businessmen, I don't put my hand in the till and skim money out, the wealth grew.

You then set up a US operation?

No, that was only a marketing operation for our products. We have never really manufactured anything in the US. We export our products to them. The products that are manufactured in the US have a very small market in India and I was capable of making all of them. I am capable of making almost anything. Or, rather I should say we. But then I don't have a large deficiency of conceit! (laughs heartily).

Tell us about your various fights with the multinationals?

They were not really fights. In the mid 1970s, India was just beginning to use more advanced pesticides. The multinationals wanted manufacturing licenses in the control raj. So the government had a public hearing, chaired by a judge.

The MNCs made a big song and dance about how difficult and dangerous it was and how these cannot possibly be manufactured by an Indian company and so they should be given an exclusive license. Somehow, the judge, Justice Rangarajan had heard about me. He called me and gave me some papers to study. The products were Isoproturon and synthetic pyrethroid. I said they were slightly difficult, but not as difficult and dangerous as the MNCs were claiming. Anything is dangerous in the wrong hands. The judge personally invited me to the hearing at Delhi.

For the first day, lawyer after lawyer, representing the MNCs, made presentations. They gilded the lily, so to say. On the second day, the hearing ended and the summing up started. The Judge said, you claim that it is very difficult to make these products in India, but there is a lone voice of dissent. I want Dr.Gharda, who is here at my invitation, to give his side of the issue.

Is that the first time you spoke during the hearing?

Dr Keki GhardaYes, I had kept quiet all that time. I then stood up and said, there is a lot of exaggeration going on here. These are tricky and difficult products, but they are not outside the scope of an Indian company to make. I for one, hereby make a public statement that Gharda Chemicals is capable of doing it, and I offer to deliver it within a years time and at 60 per cent of the price the MNCs claim is necessary for them to make it. There was dead silence.

Justice Rangarajan waited for two minutes and said, 'What Dr.Gharda has said is absolutely contrary to what you have said; why aren't you dissenting'? Again there was a complete silence. I said, they are not dissenting because what I have said is the truth. This happened such a long time ago, but the lawyers who were there still remember it. One of them, I recall, was Anil Diwan.

Who were the MNCs?

Sandoz and Hoechst were there and there were two or three others.

Wasn't there another incident when a MNC copied a part of your process?

No not exactly copied, they just took out a small portion. It was Sandoz. They were using a chemical to do oxidation and I had just used air. It was an almost obvious thing to do, but it required some amount of skill to realise the obvious. Four or five months after I started this process, I head from sources that they had also stopped using Hydrogen Peroxide and saved themselves about Rs 15 to Rs 20 a kilo.

What was the product?

It was 2 hydroxy quionxaline. There is also another interesting incident. At that time Gharda Chemcals was making the same product for them on a contract basis. They made 50 per cent and we made the rest. We had settled on a 97 per cent purity because I was confident of delivering that.

Occasionally, it used to be 96.5 per cent purity and they sent it back saying purify it. We said, it doesn't make a difference even if it is 96 per cent, but they said, 'No, the contract specifies 97 per cent purity'. Then comes the funny part.

Their drier had failed and they sent their production to me for drying. And I discovered that their product was only 93 per cent or 94 per cent purity. I was furious and asked what was going on. But they said, 'a contract is a contract'. I said all right, my time will come and I will show you. Within three to four years after I set up Gujarat Insecticide they had to wind up that business. They couldn't compete.

Didn't you ever want to take Gharda Chemicals public?

No, for a very peculiar reason. I will gamble with my own money, not with public money.

But you have always been profitable, there was no problem about that.

Well, there is a saying, 'call no man rich until he is dead'. Yes, we have been profitable, but somewhere in the late 1970s all the products we were making suddenly became unprofitable because the government imposed a 35 per cent excise duty on dyes and intermediates. Since we were honest, we could not compete; many others just evaded the duty.

That year we made a good solid loss. But in one year, we changed our entire product profile and shifted from dyes and intermediates to agrochemicals. In fact, we have made losses, once every five to 10 years.

In agrochemicals you did pioneering work.

Yes, but we are not doing well. We had to get over the problem of the monsoon affecting the sales. We started exporting. More than 50 per cent of our revenue comes from export. We are selling to Canada, Argentina, Brazil from the US office. We also have another office in London from where we cover Europe and North Africa.

We also export and import from China and our balance of trade is nearly equal. Our overseas foray has been very eventful too. In 1997 we started marketing Chlorpyrifos, an insecticide and Dicamba, a herbicide - monopoly products of Dow and BASF and we paid them about $5 million each as data compensation.

We had a tough time as they tried to convince our customers of the unreliability of an Indian producer and gave them bonuses extending into several seasons. But we have stuck it out and by now we have almost 20% of the US market in both products and our customers have grudgingly admitted our reliability and even our superiority.

You have also moved into polymers...

About six years ago, we started a high performance polymer division, where we make heat resistant polymers, amorphous aromatic sulfones and semi crystalline aromatic ketones. We are number two or three in the world in some of the products Polymers is totally different from chemicals and we had to learn by ourselves a new technology which had taken MNCs several decades to develop.

Hasn't any multinational offered to buy you?

Yes, many years ago Dupont offered to buy us at what I considered a good price. But my relatives didn't allow it. I have only a simple majority (60 per cent), but not the 75 per cent needed for significant management decisions. The dissenting shareholders are around 33 per cent. I believe that Godrej also holds around 7 per cent of the shares - directly or indirectly.

So what happens now? There is talk about you selling to the Tatas; is that going to happen?

Well, we shall see.

What happened to the university that you planned to set up?

It is already there, we will admit students in July. It is on the Bombay-Goa road, near Lote, pretty close to my factory. We Parsis consider the Spring Equinox as important, so we had an inauguration on March 21st. It is not a university at the moment. It will be a college affiliated to the Bombay University, under the All India Council of Technical Education. We are starting with four courses including chemical engineering and computer science.

How is it going to be different?

Well, for starters, it is going to be an honest university - no capitation fees. Actually it is registered as a Parsi University. The permissions were quicker under the minority quota. After all we are a genuine minority and actually a dwindling minority (laughs).

Who will you bequeath your wealth to?

I am the founder of the company and now I am almost 78. So passing it on to children would be the routine thing to do. But I have no children. I have a few relatives who have children. They and I don't get along well. They consider me a fool and I equally consider they are fools.

Why would they think you are a fool?

Well, fool in this way, that I have a lot of other worldly interests and they don't have any of those. So they feel that 'we are rich and still have to live as poor, why do you force it on us?' I say, I am sorry, I am the fellow who creates the wealth, so I am the fellow who decides how that wealth is going to be used.

Do they work with Gharda Chemicals?

No. Even my wife doesn't work with the company. And although she is a director, she doesn't even draw a salary. I am a little Victorian in my ethics, you see - No work no pay (laughs). For a number of years I worked for the company free. I drew just around Rs 500 to 1000 a month to live. After some time we began to be prosperous and I took a salary of Rs 100,000 a year.

My wife has her mysterious ways - she still maintains me on just Rs 5000 a month. She also earns some money by way of dividend from the company which she spends on all kinds of social work, which I don't get involved with. We don't have any servants in the house. So I wash my own clothes. Sometimes she washes some of mine and her own clothes. Three out of four days, she does the sweeping and one out of four days, I do it.

But why?

No particular reason. I don't think I am a masochist nor is she. We are in a poor country and I just feel that the amount of money one spends on minor luxuries can keep someone alive. Right up to last year I used to travel by economy class and I always stayed in a 3-star hotel. As long as there are only two or three bugs in the bed I don't mind. More than that, I have to spend a lot of time throwing them out (laughs).

Long ago, when I was at an impressionable age, my mother said, "it is your duty to make as much money as you can honestly, but you have to die poor. You must give it all away to other people...obviously not my hapless relatives, but more deserving people.

Further, it is my duty to fight evil. Secondly, from the balcony of Elphinston College I had seen Mahatma Gandhi lead a morcha and I must admit I was a coward... I didn't want to be in the morcha and get beaten up by the police, but I had a great deal of admiration for him.

So, the question remains. What about the future?

I am in the final stages of forming a company called Gharda Advanced Technologies Limited. There is the Gharda Foundation, which is running the mobile hospitals, the rural work and the college. As and when I sell my shares, which I do intend to sell, because I do not have any capable successors, I will invest in Gharda Advance Technologies. I have an excellent idea for this company.

Actually, it is more than an idea and we have almost got a patent for it. The global production of iron and steel is around one billion tonnes every year, with an average first stage price of about $300 a tonne. I am certain that I can make a 10-15 per cent difference to cost at the first stage.

This means a savings of about $50 billion. Aluminium industry is worth about $75 billion a year. I feel I can bring savings of about 30 per cent to that industry. That is another $18 billion. Then there is Titanium which should be promoted. It is a much smaller market.

Why only these? Why not copper and other metals?

Well, I am only one person. These are my ideas and the first one is novel but is so apparent. There is an interesting point of patent law. If you combine known facts in a way not done before, each fact itself may be known, but the combination can be patented. As I said, I can see things in the public domain that others can't see.

My English patent lawyer, who is a rather conservative person, is quite confident of us getting a patent on the iron project. We haven't reached the lab scale as yet. An experimental model of what we are planning will itself cost Rs100-Rs150 crores (Rs 1-1.5 billion). We are gathering bits and pieces of the data on a lab scale.

How do you sell the idea? You have to demonstrate it and show that it can work 8000 hours in a year. You don't want it to break down every 100 hours because these are large continuous processes. So you have to demonstrate reliability. This is what we are going to do.

At the moment we are spending around Rs 15 crore (Rs 150 million) on aluminium and titanium processes where around 40 people are working. All this will be put into Gharda Advance Technologies. I am not a fool, you know. Dr.R.A.Mashelkar, former Director General of CSIR has agreed to become the chairman of the company, because I have been able to convince him.

Will this new company be 100 per cent owned by you?

Yes, yes, yes, definitely. What I am planning to do is hold 75 per cent of the equity and the remaining 25 per cent will go to some of my employees - about 2 - 3 per cent to each of the scientists and other managers. If this works, we will easily be able to get $100 million of knowledge income in the first year. I am confident that the ideas will work.

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