A Few Black Sheep and a Black Hole

December 16, 2016

Such is Life, Uncorked Angst

j_joaquim_da_rochaIf I was never really proud to be a banker, these are certainly not the times to have a change of heart when the entire species is steeped in disgrace around these tracts of the planet. In the apocalyptic times when Prime Minister Modi has unleashed a panacea to exorcise the land of all things evil by banning premium currency notes, the prosaic fellow in the bank down the street has turned out to be the Judas.

He has been caught pink-handed, this betrayer, trafficking the new currency of that same colour, exchanging the dead notes of the sinners into stacks of crispy purple, ganging up with the corrupt and the mafia and defrauding the common man of the rationed crumbs in the process, and thus foiling the grand plan of a civilisation at the brink of a revolution. There seems to have emerged an Axis of Felony of which he is the brightest star, a congregation of which he is the blackest sheep.

Allow me to present a variant perspective that I am sure was common to a zillion branches of commercial banks. With 86% of the legal tender rendered illegal at the stroke of midnight, banks were closed for public the day after to allow the systems to be tweaked for the hunger games to follow. We waited in silence for what seemed to be a storm in brewing. An explosive vacuum had been created and it was feeding on pervading panic, and we could feel it coming for us. All we could do was wring our hands not knowing what to expect or how to prepare for the enemy that would reveal itself only at arrival. Hectic commandments ensued from every possible corner, clarifications on which would keep coming long after, as usual in hindsight. Myriad tasks were rationalised and pushed back, roles redefined and several counters planned, all geared to deal with cash, dead and living. Some of us ran pillar to post to acquire the new, valid, pink notes that must be served to the masses, come tomorrow.

The zero-hour arrived the morning that followed.  A restive deluge of humans stood facing the entrance. Their eyes were a cocktail of emotions, their lips formed questions that were lost in the cumulative clamour. We did manage to get them in separate queues for exchange, deposit, withdrawal, men and women, the handicapped and the senior citizens. But just before the opening time they all merged into one. There was a flurry of limbs flailing, bodies shoving, feet tap-dancing and trampling, even fisticuffs.  Curses and invectives permeated the air. The conjoined crowd swayed and pushed towards the gate like a river in flood.

Tempers were in stratosphere for the most part of the extended work day. All that people wanted was to get the hell inside and assert their now compromised fundamental right to exchange, deposit and withdraw, with double the required force to compensate for the puny ceiling.  To say we could have lasted for the day without the support of the police would be a falsehood. An alarming number of our visitors were hurting for scuffles, both verbal and physical. Late into the evening, when the last of them were gone, we began the painful process of extracting ourselves out of the mounds of cadaver notes and tallying the figures well past the midnight.

Everything recurred the next day at a more furious pace, with the added catch that a person was entitled to exchange the notes only once in the War Against Black Money. We feared some of our visitors were revisiting us to exchange currencies with alternate photo-id’s. We realised people had turned up from far off locations even though there were scores of bank branches in between. We could swear they had exchanged notes in some other banks with the same photo-id’s. There were women come with toddlers five year old with photo id’s and wanted us to exchange the baby’s notes too along with hers. Septuagenarian and octogenarian parents and uncles and aunts were pressed into service to gain privileged access to the counters. We would have been turned into salads had we tried to question their motives, so we focussed on helping out each and every one of them till the last man standing.

Meanwhile, long lost small depositors turned up with bulging tote bags. Long forgotten firm owners materialised with suitcases closed with extreme force on account of the excessive contents within. All day long, the branch reverberated with the burr of the note counting machines that kept slipping time and again, thanks to the dust-laden, long-stored notes being fed to them. Customers with their home branches in far flung cities kept harassing us for depositing amounts beyond the stipulated ceiling. Not to forget the beeline of the owners of safe deposit lockers who kept demanding priority treatment.

Since the dead notes could only be deposited, and all that was being deposited was dead notes which could not be handed back to the public, a deadly one-way traffic ensued. A similar phenomenon was unfolding with the newly issued notes too, since all that we could pay out was new notes along with a paltry number of smaller denomination that had survived the note ban. Whatever we were receiving was to be returned to the Maker, and whatever the Maker was providing was to be distributed to the Seekers. This double whammy of cash management resulted in a vicious circle of nightmares. There was immense reluctance on part of the chest branches both to receive the dead currency and issue the newly born. To be fair to the chests, they were battling with mammoth loads of counting, sorting and storing the dead ones on the one hand and the wispy supply of new notes from the central bank on the other. Their coffers were filling up fast with the lifeless tenders and they stank. No wonder we were treated like lepers turned up with bags of carrion.

Some of you may want to roast me alive for making petty stuff like exchanging, receiving, issuing and ferrying currencies unduly grandiose and momentous. The truth is, many more diktats were to come on top of the previously existing layers of regulations to complicate the matters further, such as the use of non-existent indelible ink on the fingers of exchangers, monitoring of deposit and withdrawal limits on various types and circumstances of customers, ensuring the authenticity of ID proofs, currencies and authority letters of the depositors: a matter of frequent contention. And to cap it all, we were all supposed to be the sleuths as well as the cavalry rolled into one. We were expected to ensure that everything that was deposited by the milling crowds was legal. Remember, we are doing the same till date.  And although the chaotic crowds have ebbed down to manageable throngs in places, it appears there were those black sheep among us after all.

Although, like many, I have thrown my lot with the government’s mission, not only because I am expected to conform as a banker but I truly believe in what it is doing, I am getting this sinking feeling that we have been scarred for ever by the relentless and patently malicious crusade launched against us by the media. The mannequins of television are sparing no words in the thesaurus to paint the entire community with tar.

The other day, the ex-chairman of State Bank Group cut one such chatterbox to size and asked her to direct her questions at the folks who should be best answering them. A veteran of banking and finance, his observation that the Reserve Bank of India should stop misleading the country about the infusion and destination of new notes should provide much needed food for thought to the rulers as well as the ruled of this nation.

The dust is yet to settle as I write this and I am sure the heads will roll as they must, and the nefarious Axis be bust. However, are the powers that be fair enough to prune their own rotten apples? Have the bankers alone connived and colluded in toto to crash the demonetisation express in an inherently corrupt society? Could it be that the presence of a few black sheep among us is being used as a ruse to make the entire flock a scapegoat on the faltering stairwell of an envisioned utopia? Perhaps the congenitally rabid media on permanent life support of ‘Breaking News’ is missing the darkest black hole in the big picture.

Go, imagine your life without the banks.

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24 Comments on “A Few Black Sheep and a Black Hole”

  1. Abhai Mishra Says:

    Right from the beginning the exercise was doomed to be fruitless, now they are just searching the escape route by presenting the petty black sheep.

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    • umashankar Says:

      Abhai, at least it has managed to stun the fake-note racketeers for a while. But the pressure on black money is being allowed to release with each passing day. Now we hear the political parties depositing old notes have been licensed to go scot-free.

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  2. alkagurha Says:

    A few rotten apples are giving rise to stench. Can’t paint all with the same brush. Perhaps better conceptualization was needed to overcome logistical shortcomings and plugging of loopholes. As you say, those involved in the nefarious Axis must be punished.
    Well written, as always.

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    • umashankar Says:

      You have said it, Alka. It has ranged from being frenetic to whimsical. Punishments should be swift and exemplary regardless of the political or organisational affiliations of the delinquent.

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  3. Bruce Goodman Says:

    Perhaps a “Judas Sheep” is needed – the lamb that leads the sheep to the slaughter house, then returns to lead the next flock to the kill… (And appropriately your accompanying painting is of Judas offering a kiss.)

    The thing about stress is that we see it in others and think “how trivial”, but when we feel it in ourselves we drown… I’ve just survived being drowned by a landlord in lust with loot, and it’s left me haggard, fatigued, and old! I retreat my den of trivial superciliousness in order to survive.

    As always, dear friend, this is wonderfully written and even more wonderful to read.

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    • umashankar Says:

      You have your finger precisely where it should be on the pulse, dear friend. I am not surprised you took note of the Judas connection, and José Joaquim da Rocha’s painting ‘O beijo de Judas’.

      Your remark on stress hit me deep in the guts. You do seem to have an atrocious sociopath and a disturbing Shylock of a landlord. To hell with the Licorice-livered lubberly scum!

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  4. Richa Says:

    I can feel your pain. There is much angst, ire, as well as hope that is now ebbing that is all for the better. The storm continues to brew and who knows when the dust will settle, but atleast some ghosts of terrorism and some black money have been exorcised for now. It is enough for a drop of ink to muddy all the waters and so it has happened in the case of bankers. But maybe we will have to just get used to some murky water always despite all the measures to treat this scourge of corruption! [I ve always appreciated your choice of words , And now after reading your language, I pretty much feel like attempting to writing in the same vein :)]

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    • umashankar Says:

      I much appreciate your priceless support, Richa. I do agree about the ghosts of terrorism and black money being exorcised but the hope is truly ebbing now. Your analogy of the drop of ink in water is spot on. And, hey, thanks for that sparkling compliment. May the Force be with you!

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  5. Purba Ray Says:

    But we know exactly what you’re talking about. The nightmare that was unleashed on you without any warning. While we have stood in queues for hours only to be told the bank had run out of cash, we saw tempers flaring and arguments erupting between bank officers and irate customers..

    I feel the public is with banks. A few rotten apples cannot be used to besmirch an entire sector that has been working tirelessly since demonetisation.

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  6. themoonstone Says:

    Your words echo the sentiments of every hard working banker who is caught in this avalanche. I do hope that things calm down as time progresses and out of the chaos will emerge order. The political parties depositing old notes been made tax free is quite a slap on the cheek of a common man. Hope fairness prevails in all matters.

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    • umashankar Says:

      I am afraid the rot runs too deep in our country. Everyday I sink deeper in my sofa watching horrendous news channels and debates much of which emanates from the politics. Everyone seems to have his own bun to bake, the neta, the babudom, the realtor, the jeweller, the judiciary, the police, and now the bankers and the RBI. The malady is in its terminal stage and soon enough we can say goodbye to civilisation.

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  7. Shubha Athavale Says:

    Sitting so far away, it is easy for someone like me to say Bravo to the Govt’s initiative.As you have said, it is for the better no doubt but I never knew the extent of chaos that has been let loose until I read and re read your blog. It is not fair if the crowds take it out on bank employees who are doing the best they can. After reading a fair bit on this I believe that his own Administration has let Modiji down. And the size of population doesn’t help either. From afar, I send my best wishes and Uma Shankar please continue to write. There is a famous Marathi play “Himalayachi Savli” – in the shadow of the Himalaya one does not see the peak sadly. Thanks for writing with such passion.

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    • umashankar Says:

      How true! One doesn’t see the peak in the shadow of Himalaya! I trust the Government is trying to do its best —it is miraculously easier to be the critic rather than the playwright, is it not? And yet, there is something seriously amiss about some of the pieces of the demonetisation jigsaw puzzle. Has the Govt done anything credible to check the rampant crime in the country? Has anyone taken a step back to assess the rot infesting the legislative, the executive and the judiciary? How deep is the nefarious connection between the corporate world and the seats of power? How come the majority of criminals are either members of political parties or act as their strongmen? Barring a handful of institutions and universities, who is running the education, health, construction sectors if not hard core mafia? Finally, the propensity to fix scapegoats is perturbing.

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      • Shubha Athavale Says:

        When we sit on our sofa and think of our matribhumi; Sanjay and I tell each other ” Aa ab laut chalein….tujhko pukare desh tera….” and then we read about “horrendous” happenings in our land of birth and we ask ourselves if our ancestors say what parents are wont to say when their children don’t act according to how they were raised,” hamare parvarish mein koi kami rah gayee”…..

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        • umashankar Says:

          Can’t say where our fabled ancestors slipped into bringing up the posterity but we are surely playing out the roles envisioned by H. G. Wells in The Time Machine. We are the Morlocks visiting the planet prematurely, fawned and farmed by the Homo Sapiens Politicians. Best stay away till the debris of what began as a nation settles down.

  8. T F Carthick Says:

    Hm… Must have been real stressful for you. No clue where all this demonetization stuff is headed.

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  9. dNambiar Says:

    I swear, I’d been imagining the plight of bank employees. What chaos! I wonder if it’ll all be worth it.
    This post reminds me that we have to follow up on what WE are supposed to do. The last time we checked, we places we were supposed to go to were totally clueless about what had to be done and most of them hadn’t got official orders to take care of things. A follow up is long overdue.

    Try not to let the stress get too into you, USP. I hope 2017 will be better. Take care.

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    • umashankar Says:

      There should be a way out of the spiralling flux. It may just be a beginning of a drawn out process of changes, half-baked in Genesis, half-hearted in execution. Thanks for the comforting touch.

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  10. rajnisinha Says:

    There has been a lot of trouble lately Umashankar ji —lets hope for the best —incidently I have been trying to vote for your blogs for quite some time but am unable to do so –some technical problem I guess ——-Here’s Wishing you a Very Happy New Year — warm regards

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    • umashankar Says:

      Hopefully, things will work out. I am not aware where you have not been able to vote for my blogs —technical glitches are a way of life these days. But, hey, thank you all the same! Wish a Happy New Year to you too, Rajni Ji.

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  11. The Hook Says:

    I’ve never been able to wrap my head around any country’s banking system, but human failing and emotion?
    I understand that more and more each day.
    Of course, that isn’t always a good thing.

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