Another Open Letter to David Moyes

The Manager,

Manchester United Football Club (MUFC)

Old Trafford,

Sir Matt Busby Way,

Manchester M16 0RA,

United Kingdom

Subject: 2013-14 season

Dear David,

When your legendary predecessor made a teary and emotional appeal to all (true) Manchester United fans - i vowed at that very moment to pledge my support to the new manager, whoever he may have been. It was no surprise when the echelons of Old Trafford staked a lot of confidence in you by offering you an unprecedented 6 year deal. In an era where trophy-winning managers are unceremoniously fired within 2-3 seasons, this vote of confidence was a refreshing change and in consonance with the ethos of Old Trafford.

However passionate we fans are and how much ever habituated we were to trophies, we never expected you to have a fairytale start to your stint here. We are mindful of the fact that Alex Ferguson tool more than two decades to set up a working system and it is not easy for a newcomer to slot in seamlessly as though nothing happened. We also accept that you inherited an ageing squad, where a lot of players are walking into the dusk of their careers. I cannot speak for others, but i surely concede that Ferguson's retirement wasn't the most well-planned event to happen at this illustrious club. I am also willing to give you benefit of doubt for having to put up with Ed Woodward who thinks endorsements, whereas David Gill thought football. 

Given your credentials and performance at Preston and Everton, I had no doubt ever that you had the credentials and caliber to succeed Britain's most successful manager, given time, money and backing. Old Trafford gave all of that to you and you surely cannot complain. Agreed you have to put up with a sulking Robin Van Persie and an underwhelming Tom Cleverly. Agreed that you need to worry about the hospital bills of Rio Ferdinand and a speedily ageing Nemanja Vidic. I also sympathise that you need to put up with the chums of Wayne Rooney. But which manager doesn’t face this? If Ferguson dealt with this with an iron fist, you seem to be made of glass. For all I can see through the façade of a team, you don’t seem to be in charge David. I could be slightly off the mark, but certainly not way off the mark, when I sense a chaotic, disloyal and under-motivated dressing room – something unheard by our generation of Manchester United supporters.

Yes you would be unfairly compared to your illustrious mentor; but you did try to be your own man, didn’t you? However valiant that attempt was, it lacked logic and rationale! Why would you replace your entire backroom staff when you walked into a set up that was tested over many years? Surely Phelan and Meulensteen would’ve been of invaluable help. Once you did that, we did panic a little. Now we are panicking a hell lot.

Honestly, we kept our hopes very grounded when the season started. All we expected was a top 4 finish at most and a spirited fight to get there at least. What pains us is that neither of it seems to be happening, more so the latter. I really don’t care if we lose 5 games at Old Trafford this season – it will count for nothing in the long term. What I cannot watch is the manner in which we are surrendering to opponents, without a fight, without a performance, without a bloody effort. What I cannot accept is that teams run riot against us and seem to be increasingly emboldened by the passing day. What was once an intimidating stadium to walk into is now becoming a theatre of dreams in the most undesirable sense of the name! Teams dream to walk into this theatre, put up a performance and walk out with their heads held high. I have been watching United games regularly since the past 14-15 years and I do not remember a time where 3,000-5,000 travelling fans came to Old Trafford and cranked up the noise to the chagrin of our loyal supporters – not even the famed Juventus fans did it at the peak of their powers and the peak of our rivalry. And now? 4,500 Liverpool supporters shout their lungs out, take of their shirts and mock our faithful with the bravado and audacity befitting a team that dominated Old Trafford. And they actually did. It is not the score line that hurts as much at what transpired in the 90 minutes that does. I will not delve into technical analysis of the game, for that has been done by qualified and unqualified people at large. But one stat stands out and I will repeat it – Liverpool won as many penalties in one match at Old Trafford as Manchester United has won at Anfield in more than eight decades.

This may be just a trivia, but I see this as a ominous sign pointing to a mammoth decay in my team. Tonight, the Greeks will come to Old Trafford with pumped up chests. Can you, David, tell me – when was the last time a Greek team came to Old Trafford, talking of defeating us in our backyard? And this isn’t blabber – they have substance to their claims. Teams no longer fear us. We are becoming pushovers. I always thought the most pathetic football match ever was when we played out a 0-0 draw to Machester City a few seasons ago. Believe me, the defeat at Olympiacos was more pathetic than that. We just did not turn up.

Just as we thought that would be rock bottom, Liverpool came and mauled us. What did we lack in the Liverpool game? We had our full strength team, which was adequately rested. Is that there is no common purpose? Is that they are demotivated? Is it that there exists a communication gap? If any of these exist, you need to get your house in order and quickly. What bemuses me is tactical laxity. You are waiting for things to happen – you do not make them happen. I agree that Ferguson also did take his time to make changes during a match. But those days were different. His players were full of self-belief. They were told that were champions. He could bank on some spark of brilliance or inspiration that put us over the line. Imagine Nani and Carrick being our star performers under him!

I am sure you are reasonably aware, that if we do not make it to the continental showpiece next year, we will not be able to attract any big talent in the summer. In a scenario where we need wholesale changes to be rung in, this paradox will make your life miserable and rightly so. Reflect on the games we’ve lost or drawn from winning positions – it never happened in the past two decades. Closing out games is elementary skill and needs no legendary manager on the touchline.

You need to get the players responding to you David. If RVP is the rotten apple, drop the bloody player. He is not more important than the club. Play Chicharito or push Welbeck higher up the pitch. I don’t care. But one RVP cannot ruin the psyche of 10 other players and that is clearly happening. He doesn’t seem to rue missed chances nor does he seem to be interested in doing anything but strolling in the box. And above all – please stop playing Marouane Fellaini. He is not Manchester United material. Can you please tell me – what is his strength? Passing? Tackling? Holding the midfield? Pace? Ball control? I deserve an answer for you have paid more than his release clause.

We don’t mind if you need 2-3 seasons to rebuild. Brendan Rodgers was allowed that time and the results are here to see. But in these 2-3 seasons, we will not accept humiliation and surrender. We want United to fight for every ball, every tackle, every shot and every save. We need referees to fear giving decisions at Old Trafford. We want you to get the extra 1 minute of added time. We need those stoppage time goals. We need a measly defense and extended clean sheets. We need teams to shudder to come to our stadium. We want a reason to support you David and you are not obliging. Instead of doing something that assuages our fears, you chose to shoot off an open letter to buy sympathy. Sorry, but that has not gone down well with us. We do not want a manager apologizing for something that should have been corrected long time ago.

I still pledge to stand by you and your team if you can make them feel like United players. I subscribe to the words of the great Bill Shankley – “If you cannot support us in times of loss, do not support us in times of victory”. And since I supported Manchester United during times of victory, I will stand by it in times of despair. Let me be honest – since 8 years we have been mocking Arsenal fans in jest, but we never liked their plight. I don’t want us to become another Arsenal. We cannot afford that.

A lot of people are quoting you as an example of Peter’s Principle. Lest you change soon and decisively, I may well be one of them soon.

Your sincerely,

A devoted, passionate, rational and faithful Manchester United Fan

THE SORRY STORY OF A RELUCTANT SCION

Whenever I look up social or anti-social media for some humor, I invariably run into some mockery of our favorite youth icon – Rahul Gandhi. I don’t know it its only me or its only me! In times of a Modi ripple (sorry, tsunami) I honestly see no daftness in believing that maligning Rahul Gandhi is the most glamorous activity to engage in. In addition to the social quotient attached to such wit and comic content, there is a much bigger joy emanating from cracking a “Rahul Gandhi” joke – feeling a sense of inclusion among the mob. Being as dispassionate as I can possibly be about the man, it is evident that most people who enjoy Rahul Gandhi bashing are those who are being indoctrinated about a Modi wave and feel stupid to miss out on it. The ticket to this bandwagon is twisting everything said, unsaid, thought, or even remotely associated with Rahul Gandhi and convert it into a cliché. Be true to yourselves and judge is you believe in half of those jokes you try to laugh at. Agreed there have been bloopers; so what? Even Barack Obama messed up his swearing in ceremony!

The point I am making is that there is no method to the madness. In a free-for-all, every passer-by wants his piece of cake. And why not! Like most people mock Honey Singh to sound cool and appear acceptable but believe in “blue hai paani paani” – the uninformed detractors of Rahul Gandhi engage in a variant of character assassination, whose substance is negligible, laughable and pathetic.

For someone who was born into a dynasty, without this consent, the price he is being made to pay is anything but fairly commensurate. Yes, there is merit in the argument that, he, perhaps, may not have risen to such an elevated stature in public life had he not been born into the ruling dynasty. Now that he, fortunately or unfortunately, willingly or unwillingly, wittingly or unwittingly, did are we going to hang him for that? Let us be honest – Rahul Gandhi has his heart in the right place. Yes, he does. I believe so. And before you accuse of being a Congress sycophant, may I please (no Modi fan ever uses such polite language – like leader, like disciples) state that I write this of my own personal volition, conviction, interpretation and perspective. 

If I were to draw your attention to the Arnab Goswami interview, I am certain that I would face a deluge of views that belittle and slander the interviewee. And it is fair, honestly. Why? Because we are so used to taking things at face value that we do not trouble ourselves to read between the lines. In the times of twitter and the ridiculous “tiny tales”, we are struggling to read the lines; let alone reading in between the lines. Yes, the interview has frequently punctuated by numerous repetitions of non-glamorous issues which weren’t palatable to our taste, which is so accustomed to sensation. What is s wrong if Rahul Gandhi tried to divert the interview back to the core issues of women empowerment, RTI, youth and others? Are these not relevant? Or are we limiting relevance to this apology for the 1984 riots? Where the perpetrator of the 2002 pogrom likens deaths of minorities to puppies being killed by speeding cards, why would Rahul Gandhi apologise or even comment on an incident that happened more than three decades ago, when he was in his teens? Is that sensible, let alone being fair? I fear, it isn’t. If he is under fire for his academic degrees, none of us know for how many minutes has Modi sold tea or whether he can even brew one cup himself for personal consumption? But, casting such aspersions are blasphemous in the times we live in. 

Here is a man who has ideas, who talks issues and doesn’t flaunt the size of his chest, hairy or waxed! Perhaps, in the context of the immediacy of the 2014 polls, these may seem to be irrelevant. I concede, the emphasis on these issues is rather mistimed for our people love rhetoric and self-gloating, slander and mud-slinging. When was the last time did you hear Rahul Gandhi attack anybody personally or use derogatory language? He does not indulge in boyish wordplay like “Harvard and hard work” despite being 20 years younger than a mature seasoned politician. We ought to give credit where due and it is rightfully due here. To be a polite talker in a crescendo of mindless shouting needs a certain character that most of us seem to miss. It is not that he is incapable of cranking up the noise or raise his pitch. We all saw it at the Talkatora stadium. Instead of talking about BJP’s desperate prime ministerial candidate, he prefers to talk about differences in ideology and mindsets. Maybe he understands ideologies better than someone who rewrites history for self-amusement. Maybe for Rahul Gandhi, Narendra Modi is a non-entity who doesn’t exist. He is entitled to his view, isn’t he? There is no compulsion for the man to feel as passionately about tea sellers are you coffee-drinkers turned tea connoisseurs feel, is there?

None of us seem to appreciate his attempt to foster inner party democracy and conduct primaries. Agreed the scale is small to cater to the sensibilities of those afflicted by big-bang theatricals, but no idea is ever (never ever ever ever ….) implemented before testing it in controlled simulated environment? We don’t want to criticize Murli Manohar Joshi being kicked out of his constituency and L K Advani being denied a ticket, but we want to tear into Rahul Gandhi’s attempt to open up his party. It is not easy to introduce democracy in a party that has fired its CMs at airports and locked up its Presidents in bathrooms. Nonetheless, Rahul Gandhi has faced more than necessary flak for not swiftly implementing these ideas. However, we need to understand and appreciate the resistance from the old guard, who are being shaken out of their comfort zones. No change is smooth and seamless.

If he is showing no signs of drooling at the PM’s seat, why are we contrasting it with Modi’s open ambition to latch on to power? I am not saying Modi’s positioning is wrong or sinister or depraved in anyway. It is legitimate. So is Rahul Gandhi’s position on not being in a hurry to take up such a huge responsibility.

He may, presently, not be the best person to lead India. And I am not implying that he has impeccable credentials like other bootleggers in his party do. But I am certainly saying that we cannot jump the gun and write him off. More than his suitability for the post of Prime Minster of this country, it is a sense of mindless libel that is in bad-taste. In defense of his detractors, he has no track record of his own and he has himself to blame for that. Had he developed some tangible record, he could’ve blunted the personal criticism and perhaps his sycophants would speak up the numbers. Now that he hasn’t done that, he will have deal with pungent and bitter tirades of those who will switch sides in 5 years. I distinctly remember a lot of girls, who once gloated over Rahul Gandhi’s earnestness and today gush about Modi’s chest. 5 more years in the gym and we will get there!

THE RISE OF THE FASCISTS

Indian polity is witnessing, perhaps, the most phenomenal rise of the right-wing Hindu fascism it could ever dread. At the forefront of this disturbing rise is its poster boy – a self-confessed disciple of Madhav Gowalkar, who notoriously and obnoxiously stated that the biggest threat to India is Muslims.

For all we know, Narendra Modi is no firm believer in anything and a firm believer in everything. Else, there is no plausible explanation to the man venerating the RSS and admiring Sardar Vallabhai Patel simultaneously. One needs no deep knowledge in Indian history to know that had Patel been allowed his way, there would have been no RSS and no Narendra Modi. The phenomenal rise of the the pracharak is praise-worthy, for his political astuteness is a case study in itself. What is intriguing is Modi’s discomfort with the RSS! As an analogy, it is similar to a kid who has bitten a hot sweet which he can neither swallow nor spit out. Modi realizes that he is nothing without the khaki-shorts of the RSS cadre but also understands that an apparent leaning towards the majoritarian fundamentalists will harm him electorally.

Along the highway (pun intended) of this meteoric rise (again, pun intended) there have been enough casualties – some fatal and other, fortunately, not fatal. Haren Pandya, Sanjay Joshi and the patriarch himself. Modi has been unabashed and unapologetic. He has not shirked from using the state machinery as his personal fiefdom. He has not feared in spreading blood and mocking it too. Even if we were to ignore the 2002 pogrom, it is bemusing to fathom how did the Gujarat intelligence apprehend Ishrat Jahan and decisively kill her (obviously, another dangerous Muslim terrorist in an encounter) and had no clue whatsoever about Akshardham. And there are many more such cases of the Gujarat police’s efficiency in eliminating terrorists. It baffles me to know that the intelligence could trace these individual terrorists but could not sense and trace AK-47 wielding terrorists who physically climbed the walls of the temple and fired indiscriminately. Obviously, the Gujarat government has no role to play. It is the upholder of internal security through intrusive snooping to cater to the platonic interests of a CM who is (un)married.  

How can we not recall the comic Sadbhavana Mission! A man who embarked on a heart-cleansing contrition and an attempt sell his “inclusiveness” comically refused to accept a skull-cap from a Muslim cleric. Wasn’t the whole purpose of this photo-op telling the Muslims that this man was trying to make a lame attempt at pacifying the afflicted minorities? But yes, there is this plush Muslim ghetto in Ahmedabad where 400,000 marginalised Muslims live without basic water and sanitation. This is the contrition that deserves praise. A secular leader who was “rehabilitated” the minorities after decimating their habitation. Anyway, forgiving the Sadbhavana Mission gaffe (one of many), this same man today dons the head-gear of every state in which he polarizes gullible paid audiences by effortlessly distorting history. Be it the Biharis defeating Alexander or Shyam Prasad Mokherjee talking to Swami Vivekananda at the sagacious age of 1 or Chandragupta Maurya belonging to the Gupta dynasty – we have it all. This penchant for conveniently rewriting history was once displayed by certain Mussolinis and Stalins and other like-minded autorcrats. You know what we called Mussolini’s style of governance? FASCISM!! You know what I call Narendra Modi? FASCIST! Just a reference to Chandragupta Maurya gaffe (see, I am being fair) – the Gupta dynasty is famed for its patronage of Brahminism and thereby perpetrating the social divisiveness through the caste system. Intriguingly, the Maurya dynasty propagated Buddhism, which was opposed to the caste system and propagated social inclusiveness. Is there any wonder as to why Modi is fascinated by the Guptas? Just coincidental, I want to think (being fair again).

Modi’s greatest achievement is not that people talk about him, but that people do not talk about him. He is visible but not accessible and that is a huge problem. No biographer has been allowed any access to write a proper account of this man. Nilanjan Mukhopadhaya has possibly come as close, but even he has not been able to capture adequate details. For a leader who cannot digest scrutiny, dissent, criticism and opposing views, Narendra Modi is a classic case of the modern totalitarian fascist. A person who walks out of difficult interviews, avoids unscripted press conferences and basks in an oratorical monologue in staged rallies cannot exude any confidence in a democratic voter. However, for his supporters – Modi seems a God-send. The mindless euphoria of this idolization peaked when a certain Modi bhakt likened the Harppan “priest-king” statue to Narendra Modi only because they both sported a well-trimmed beard! What works brilliantly for the fascists is the self-immolation by the centrists and the decimation of the leftists, leaving a huge vacuum for the right-wing to walk into effortlessly. For every period of weak governance, there is an ensuing rise of a dictatorial personality. Indira Gandhi then, Narendra Modi now! Both revel in personality cults, both sow affinity for sycophancy, both have made the election about their individual persons. Have you ever heard Modi say “we”? That unholy swear word I say!  

For all his development stories, Modi is blatantly and brazenly pro-industrialists. Obviously, I see nothing wrong in that. What worries me is that Modi is going down the same path as Indira Gandhi who once proclaimed – “I will make my own class of industrialists”. Adani? Similar to Ambani? Or is the Modi model holier? The Nazis and Fascists, no doubt, helped raise the likes of the Volkswagens. Also, no doubt, the social inequity also peaked. Referencing this to the fascists, Mussolini said, “fascism should be called corporatism because a merges state and corporate power”. Modi’s Gujarat model of development advertises this. Why else are TATAs, Birlas and others making a beeline to enter Gujarat? But wait there is a catch here. While the beleaguered middle class will help the fascists rise; later it will realize that fascism is a hindrance to capitalistic policy of profit making, and thus exploitation. The fascist state will channelize the industrial production for the nation (read nation of the majority) which will done by using the power of the state. This will breed discontent between the bourgeoisie and the fascists and now the bourgeois class will again prefer the democracy over fascism and bring down fascism. Thus, fascism by itself is never a sustainable project. But by the time, things would have gone too far and fascism would have already killed millions. Modi also has a personal militia at his disposal, ever-willing to unleash savagery on minorities. Those same khahki-shorts! Are you aspiring for an outcome besides this? I hope not! You’ll suffer an irreparable heart-break, if you survive another pogrom.

As a Christian, I fear my life in a fanatical Hindutva state. I personally subscribe to many ideals of Hindutva and Hinduism, especially the teachings of its epics. What I fear it the radicalization of its teachings by the fanatics! I still reminiscence the Graham Staines incident, which happened under a supposed “moderate” Prime Minister. More than the burning, it was the brazenness and complete lack of remorse that is disturbing. Is it any surprising that spate of anti-Christian violence perpetrated by ill-advised Hindu mobs is already on its rise, even before Modi has become Prime Minister? Most of the right-wing leaders cry “religious conversion” as a provocation which justifies burning churches, raping nuns and killing priests? If they were troubled to appreciate the work done by Christian missionaries, they would hang themselves of shame for their uselessness. Really!  Human Rights Watch, in its report said “Attacks against Christians throughout the country have increased significantly since the BJP began its rule at the center in March 1998. They include the killings of priests, the raping of nuns, and the physical destruction of Christian institutions, schools, churches, colleges, and cemeteries.” And I legitimately fear a rise in this. In fact, I fear a dedicated machinery to carry this out. A state sponsored ethnic cleansing! But we will rise. And fight. And bring down the fascists.
 

PS: The only reason why I am even able to write this “far from eulogy” piece is only because the fascists are not in power yet. They are only campaigning. There is still hope, however dim, of a centrist party or, at worst, a centrist-leftist combine salvaging this country.