Wednesday, September 2, 2015

OROP for “Dummies - “One Rank One Pension” Made Simple

OROP FOR DUMMIES” 
One Rank One Pension Made Simple
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE 

Let me explain the essence of OROP in a rather simplistic manner - by giving you an illustrative example.

Consider Two Twin Brothers both Matric Pass.


One joins the Army as a Soldier.

Other joins Govt Service as a Peon.

Both get same starting pay.

Soldier retires at 35 years of age.

Peon retires at 60 years of age.

At the age of 35 - salaries of Peon and Soldier will be similar.

Pension is 50% of salary.

So - when the Soldier retires  at 35 - the Soldier will get 50% of what the Peon is getting.

Soldiers do not get employment easily - so most likely - the Soldier (and his family) will have to survive his entire life on meagre pension.

Meanwhile - Peon can serve 25 years more till 60 years - during which he will get promotions (due to ACP), a total of 25 of increments each year and benefit of at least 3 Pay Commissions during which his salary will be nearly doubled/trebled each time.

Owing to Assured Career Progression (ACP) - the Peon would have also got promotion to higher ranks of Assistant/Office Superintendent etc with higher salary and NFU (Non-Functional Upgradation).

So - when the Peon retires at 60 - his salary will be at least 10 times the salary he got when he was 35.

So - the Peon will get 10 times the Pension as his Twin Brother Soldier (since Pension is 50% of last pay drawn and his pay has increased 10 times from the age of 35 to 60).

The aim of OROP is to partially compensate this huge disadvantage in pension to the soldier due to forced early retirement as compared to his civilian counterpart.

The other option is to increase the retirement age of all soldiers to 60 years and bring soldiers on par with their civilian counterparts.

The third option is to ensure employment in civilian life for a soldier once he retires at 35 - which the government has miserably failed to do.

What do you feel is the best option:

1. Give OROP to soldiers
or
2. Increase the retirement age of all soldiers to 60 years?

Remember - when there is a war - it is soldiers who will come to your rescue - not Civilian "Babus".

The Army is a fighting force requiring high standards - unlike civilian jobs where fitness and age may not matter too much.

For example - persons with disabilities cannot join or continue serving in the Army - whereas they can continue in civilian jobs till retirement.

Citizens must remember that the Armed Forces are like an "Insurance Policy".

Don't you pay premium for your insurance policy?

Think about it.

After reading this - I hope you feel that soldiers should get OROP.

NB: The above example is hypothetical and just for illustrative purposes to bring out the essence of OROP (One Rank One Pension)

OROP for DUMMIES

OROP FOR DUMMIES
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE

Let me explain the essence of OROP in a rather simplistic manner - by giving you an illustrative example.

Consider Two Twin Brothers both Matric Pass.

One joins the Army as a Soldier.

Other joins Govt Service as a Peon.

Both get same starting pay.

Soldier retires at 35 years of age.

Peon retires at 60 years of age.

At the age of 35 - salaries of Peon and Soldier will be similar.

Pension is 50% of salary.

So - when the Soldier retires  at 35 - the Soldier will get 50% of what the Peon is getting.
Soldiers do not get employment easily - so most likely - the Soldier (and his family) will have to survive his entire life on meagre pension.

Meanwhile - Peon can serve 25 years more till 60 years - during which he will get promotions (due to ACP), a total of 25 of increments each year and benefit of at least 3 Pay Commissions during which his salary will be nearly doubled/trebled each time.

Owing to Assured Career Progression (ACP) - the Peon would have also got promotion to higher ranks of Assistant/Office Superintendent etc with higher salary and NFU (Non-Functional Upgradation).

So - when the Peon retires at 60 - his salary will be at least 10 times the salary he got when he was 35.

So - the Peon will get 10 times the Pension as his Twin Brother Soldier (since Pension is 50% of last pay drawn and his pay has increased 10 times from the age of 35 to 60).

The aim of OROP is to partially compensate this huge disadvantage in pension to the soldier due to forced early retirement as compared to his civilian counterpart.

The other option is to increase the retirement age of all soldiers to 60 years and bring soldiers on par with their civilian counterparts.

The third option is to ensure employment in civilian life for a soldier once he retires at 35 - which the government has miserably failed to do.

What do you feel is the best option:

1. Give OROP to soldiers
or
2. Increase the retirement age of all soldiers to 60 years?

Remember - when there is a war - it is soldiers who will come to your rescue - not Civilian "Babus".

The Army is a fighting force requiring high standards - unlike civilian jobs where fitness and age may not matter too much.

For example - persons with disabilities cannot join or continue serving in the Army - whereas they can continue in civilian jobs till retirement.

Citizens must remember that the Armed Forces are like an "Insurance Policy".

Don't you pay premium for your insurance policy?

Think about it.

After reading this - I hope you feel that soldiers should get OROP.

NB: The above example is hypothetical and just for illustrative purposes to bring out the essence of OROP (One Rank One Pension)

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

DO YOU STEAL CONTENT – BLOG PLAGIARISM

BLOG PLAGIARISM 

Plagiarism means representing my work as your own – stealing my writing from my blog and posting it on your blog under your name without giving due author credit to me.

COPYCATS IMITATORS and PLAGIARISTS  THE BANE OF BLOGOSPHERE
Musings
By
VIKRAM KARVE

BLOG PLAGIARISM

A few years ago – short stories from my creative writing blog were being regularly stolen by some unscrupulous person who shamelessly my stories on his blog under his name.

Yes  believe it or not – my entire Blog was Plagiarized.

I was informed of this by one of my readers.

When confronted and exposed – the content-thief (plagiariser) shut down his blog.

In another case – a student copied my management article from my blog and submitted it to an Ezine which duly published the article under his name.

The biggest joke was that the owner of the Ezine Website saw my original article on my blog – and without checking the date of posting – he accused me of plagiarism.

Once I pointed out to him that I had posted the article 3 years before it was published on his website – he became apologetic and said he will debar the particular plagiariser student from his website.

I also sent an email to the Director of the Business School where the plagiariser student was studying – and soon enough – received an apology from the student.

Just like there are burglars, robbers and thieves in the real world – there are thieves in the blogosphere who steal content and plagiarise the work of others.

Of course – I am a blogger who is not interested in making money from my blog – nor am I bothered about Search Engine Rankings – but for those who do – Blog Plagiarism can be a serious matter.

Some people create their own merit.

Others plagiarize.

Plagiarism means representing my work as your own.

Inspiration is the new euphemism for Plagiarism. 

You plagiarize someone else’s work.

And  when you are caught  you say that you were Inspired” by the work – so you shamelessly copied the blog post – and tried to pass off as your own.

Plagiarism happens everywhere - this happens with all creative and artistic works  even in the academic, scientific, research and industrial world. 

There are copycats and imitators everywhere.

Information Technology has made plagiarism very easy.

You can surf the internet  and find what you want to plagiarize.

Then  you just have to copy and paste  that is all.

Plagiarism is rampant in the blogging world too. 

As I told you earlier – my Blogs were Plagiarized too.

I feel very sad when some unscrupulous persons plagiarize my writings  especially when they copy-paste my blog posts onto their blogs  and try to pass off my creative writing as their own.

To such persons I can only say: Please create your own original writing, especially fiction, and please do not plagiarize the creative works of others.

You must create your own merit and not piggyback on others.

Copying and Plagiarizing is sacrilege – yes  this unethical act is the scourge of the blogosphere and a big nuisance to genuine bloggers.

I earnestly appeal to all fellow bloggers and creative writers to please be original.

Please do not copy  do not imitate  or do not plagiarize under any circumstances.

Have some self respect. 

Please be creative. 

Create your own merit.

Don’t be a copycat.

Nowadays – you can use the Social Media (Facebook and Twitter) to expose such unscrupulous plagiarists and thieves who steal your content.

Many of these plagiarists are cowards and hide behind masks of anonymity.

They Blog under fictitious identities using fancy nom de plumes or fake “handles”. 

You will find such cowards on the Social Media (Twitter Facebook) as well.

These masqueraders are afraid of revealing their true identity on Twitter and Facebook and use fake anonymous handles and pictures.

In order to drive home the point regarding the dangers of imitation and plagiarism  I would like to tell all copycats this story – a favourite teaching story of mine: GUTEIS FINGER 

A Story for COPYCATS IMITATORS and PLAGIARISTS

GUTEI’S FINGER

Whenever anyone asked him about Zen  the great master Gutei would quietly raise one finger into the air.

A naughty boy in the village began to imitate this behaviour.

Whenever he heard people talking about Gutei’s teachings  the naughty boy would interrupt the discussion and raise his finger.

Gutei heard about the boy’s mischief.

One day Gutei he saw the mischievous boy in the street.

Gutei apprehended the boy and caught hold of him. 

Then  Gutei pulled out a knife and he cut off the boy’s finger.

Yes – the Zen Master Gutei cut off the boy’s finger.

The stunned and terrified boy cried in agony.

Then the boy got so frightened that he began to run off  horrified by the sight of his profusely bleeding finger  petrified with fear  and trembling with unimaginable pain and unbearable distress.

As the boy was running away  Gutei shouted the boy’s name and called out to him.

When the boy turned to look  Gutei raised his finger into the air.

The naughty boy, whose finger had been cut off by Gutei, looked at Gutei’s Finger.

At that moment  the boy became enlightened.


So – Dear Blog Plagiarists – before you steal my content – remember this story of Gutei’s Finger” – I may metaphorically do to you what Gutei actually did to the naughty boy.

Happy “Original” Blogging.

VIKRAM KARVE
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Revised Version of my blog post GUTEI’S FINGER written by me Vikram Karve more than 10 years ago in the year 2005 and posted online earlier in my blogs at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2010/09/teaching-story-guteis-finger.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/06/copycats-imitators-and-plagiarists-bane.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/02/blog-plagiarism.html etc

PICNIC PARTY

PICNIC PARTY
Fiction Short Story
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE


Many years ago – I got a phone call on in office on a Saturday morning inviting us for a party in the evening.

I did not want to go.

I was in no mood for a party after a tiring week at work (those days we worked 6 days a week).

In fact  I was planning to have a quiet Saturday evening – a long evening walk, early dinner, and then do some reading in bed before sleeping.

There was one more reason I did not want to attend the party.

The party was being given by one of my wife’s relatives – and I really did not fit in their crowd.

So – I politely declined the invitation.

My wife’s folks managed to speak to my wife on the neighbour’s phone.

Believe it or not – those days – more than 30 years ago – only senior officers got residential landline phones – and – of course – mobile phones did not exist.

My wife was furious that I had declined the invitation – and she said angrily, “What is wrong with you? Don’t you have any social graces? Everyone will be there – and it will look so bad if we do not attend the party.

So – much against my wishes – I did not listen to my inner voice – and – for the sake of marital harmony  I agreed to go for the party.

Since I was not in the mood for partying – I had a miserable time.

I cannot fake my emotions – so my inner feelings must have been visible on my face.

S– it was evident to all that I was not enjoying myself.

The party went on till late – I was regretting coming to the party – as I did not gel with the crowd – so I felt like the odd man out”.

In fact – I was imagining myself at home in my warm bed with that book I had planned to read.

As I said – I cannot fake my emotions – so everyone knew I was not enjoying the party.

The hosts felt bad – some others thought that I was an “eccentric” – my wife was furious at my anti-social behaviour – and – I was feeling miserable.

I wished I had listened to my inner voice.

I learnt my lesson from the episode.

Nowadays – that is what I do – I try to follow my inner voice rather than worry about social graces. 

If I do not feel like attending an event – I try my best to avoid going there – rather than put in an appearance for the sake of forced courtesy.

I have stopped bothering about “Log Kya Kahenga” (What will people say?)

I told you about the party to which I had been invited.

A few years later – I was faced with an exactly opposite situation.

I was organizing a picnic party – and I did not want to invite a certain person to that picnic – so I did not invite him for the picnic.

This decision of mine – not to invite an individual and his family for the office picnic party – shocked my boss – who thought I had gone crazy.

Read on – what happened...


PICNIC PARTY – A Story by Vikram Karve

I once knew an officer who used to get very nasty and quarrelsome after a few drinks.

Of course  I am not going to tell you his real name.

So let’s call him “John”.

Our newly arrived Boss wanted to have a picnic with all officers and families.

So – we decided to have a beach picnic on a Sunday  and I was told to organize the picnic.

I intentionally saw to it that John was not invited to the picnic.

A day before the picnic I briefed the boss regarding the arrangements – transportation, recreation, music, dance, party games, tombola, watersports, fun for children, restrooms and shacks for ladies and gents, bar and food arrangements, seaside barbeque, gifts and presents, everything...

It was going to be a very enjoyable picnic  and we all were going to have a fabulous time.

The boss seemed quite happy.

Then he saw the guest list.

“I don’t see John’s name here,” the boss remarked, “I want all officers and families to attend the picnic – why is John and his family not coming?”

“He has not been invited,” I said.

“John has not been invited? Why? Who took this decision?” my boss asked me.

“I took the decision not to invite John for the picnic, Sir. I feel it is best not to call John for the picnic,” I said.

“You took a decision not to call John for the picnic? Are you crazy? I can’t believe that you could do such a stupid thing. Who the hell do you think you are? What’s wrong with you?” the boss said, looking annoyed.

“I feel it would be best if John did not come for the picnic,” I said.

For a moment – my boss looked at me in disbelief.

Then he asked me, “May I know the reason why you don’t want John and his family to come for the picnic?”

“He cannot hold his drinks, Sir.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sir  there is going to be a lot of beer and alcoholic punches and drinks at the picnic. John invariably gets drunk on such occasions  and when he is drunk he gets very nasty and belligerent. He is sure to misbehave and pick up a fight with someone. Things will become very unpleasant – John will spoil the whole atmosphere  and the picnic will get ruined...” I said.

My boss was furious and he admonished me, “Stop giving me bullshit. I have specially planned this picnic. All officers and their families are attending. How can you exclude John just because of your whims and fancies? Do you have any bloody social graces or not?”

“Sir  please listen …” I tried to plead.

“You – shut up and listen to me. You will make sure that John and his family are present for the picnic. You will personally give him the invitation right now. Is that clear? Do you understand?” my boss commanded me.

“Aye Aye, Sir,” I said, sheepishly.

The beach picnic started on a bright note. 

Everyone – the men, the women, the children, were thoroughly enjoying themselves – dancing, singing, playing, romping on the sands, frolicking on the beach, swimming the blue waters of the sea.

Then  things began to happen exactly as I had anticipated.

Around 11 in the morning – we opened the bar – and started enjoying our drinks – and I could see that John was drinking away and enjoying himself.

Just after noon  around 12:30 in the afternoon – John got drunk and nasty.

First – he picked up a fight with an officer over some trivial issue. 

Then  he got abusive over not being served snacks properly. 

John was staggering unsteadily on his feet  and shouting incoherently.

Seeing that John was visibly drunk and that he was making a fool of himself  his embarrassed wife tried to restrain him from drinking more beer.

She pleaded with him to stop drinking.

She told him that he had drunk too much alcohol already  and he was misbehaving

But this enraged John even further  and he abused and slapped his wife in full public view.

Our Boss tried to reason with John and calm him down. 

But John got belligerent and abusive with the Boss too  and threatened to hit him  and we had to rescue our Boss before John thrashed him.   

The ladies and children were terrified.

John’s wife and children were in tears.

We were all disgusted  and there was an air of unpleasantness.

Then John picked up a bottle of Rum  and he walked to a secluded place on the beach.

John kept drinking  till he drank himself into a stupor.

In the evening  we had to carry a dead-drunk John into the boat. 

John was in a terribly intoxicated state  in a semi-conscious inebriated condition  and beads of sweat formed over his face as he lay sprawled in the boat.

As the boat started sailing over the sea  rolling and pitching  John got violently sick  and he vomited all over the boat.

The disgusting stench of his vomit  and the sight of his vile hideous puke  made everyone sickeningly nauseous.

Everyone was disgusted.

The picnic was a disaster.

Next morning  I went to my boss to show him the picnic accounts.

For some time  we looked at each other in silence.

Then  my boss said to me, “You were right about John. It would have been better if we had avoided calling him for the picnic. He ruined everything by his disgusting behaviour. I feel sorry for his wife and kids  they must be feeling so embarrassed.”

“Sir  I was going to tell you something more that day  but you asked me to shut up…” I said.

“What? You were going to tell me something more that day? What was it? Speak up. Tell me now,” my boss said.

“Sir  it was John’s wife who told me not to invite them for the picnic,” I said.

“What nonsense are you talking? Why should John’s wife not want to come for the picnic?” my boss said.

I looked at my boss and I said:

John’s wife told me that she did not want to come for the picnic  especially with John  as she knew  that after a few drinks  John would misbehave, get nasty, indulge in outrageous antics and spoil the atmosphere  and this would be embarrassing for everyone – and very painful for her and her daughter.”

VIKRAM KARVE
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1. This story is a spoof, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.
2.  All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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