Nemesis always catches up. It’s nature’s law. You cannot deviate from it. Or negate it.
Despite the education he was privileged to accrue, Gurbir Singh, the quintessential Indian journalist who finds solace in pelf, power and profanity, has had failed to realise that Truth.
He has been running (that’s what he thinks, though others beg to differ) The Press Club, Mumbai, as his fiefdom. He had done everything unimaginable to convert it into a harem, so to say. He made money using that august institution into a whoredom, treated its members like proverbial shit, and transformed it into a place where he could rule till kingdom come.
Discerning readers of Bombay media will remember that there where at least three blogs that had directly attacked him, and others, exposing him (and others’) nefarious activities in the name of journalism. Long live journalism!
And what did our hero do? He filed a complaint against all these three media blogs in the Bombay High Court, challenging Google India, which apparently runs blogspot.com.
The case, it seems, is still on. Sub judice. The three blogs are shut now. Amen.
Now, the funniest twist. Mr Singh (apparently one of the blogs gave him a nick name: Pilfer Singh), who was sacked from The Economic Times for fixing stories, has just been, again, sacked from Hindustan Times, where he had joined after his tryst with the Jains, for taking money from real estate builders for planting and supporting news stories. This was waiting to happen. Any person with minimum intelligence would have observed that when the realty market was on the downfall only the HT carried, mostly as lead stories on the front page, the “resurgence” and “rosy” state of the real estate industry in the country, especially in Mumbai.
Mr Singh was on this for a long, long time. Starting from the Nivara Hakk Suraksha Samiti, an NGO presumably supporting the slum-dwellers of the city with the blessings of an actress called Shabhana Azmi, he and his cronies were under the scanner for misappropriation and embezzlement of funds. Later, as he was donning the robe of a journalist (ahem!), he could further his ambitions by achieving his goals by making more money by writing for them, not against them. We mean, the builders, a happy lot, as the papers he had worked were national ones and they, the builders, tended to get the most advantage of it — in the international market.
So, you have a market study, just recently published, which said that Mumbai is now the third important costly city in the Asia region, after Hong Kong and Tokyo. Thank Gurbir Singh for that; he had something to contribute to that.
That’s not the issue here. The Jains of the Times of India Group and the Birlas of the Hindustan Times Group were taken for a ride — grandiloquently. That’s their problem; they should have verified and vetted the person in question before they employed this conman. The issue is about how the Mumbai journalists, mostly sods, though, were taken for granted and were at the mercy of this fly-by-night operator. (By the way, he never flew, although he is absconding after this HT sacking story was out.) We hope you would like to recall and refurbish the nefarious deeds and details our hero had done to make the Mumbai Press Club a cattle shed.
1) There was this case, exposed by one of the diminished blogs, about purchasing four air-conditioners (and one getting free) for the Club. The fifth ‘free’ AC was missing and apparently it was “cooling” the head of his wife, Neelan Singh, in her office. Now, the funniest thing is that, after the Club has been demolished for the so-called reconstruction, all the four ACs also have been downed dumped into the go-down. Whether they will resurface is anyone’s guess
2) The gruesome aspect. The Club was demolished, presumably for reconstruction (though the truth is that no member asked for it or sought for it). This idea, about demolition, was his sole idea, though no committee member was in favour of it. Gurbir was confident that he could raise money from the banks, though it turned out to be a damp squib. In the minutes of the meeting about the reconstruction, there were no details shown for raising money to raise the club up, which is already in a shambles now. He could have done all the work using sponsorships from corporates, but he decided to garner funds from the banks, and that has become a fiasco now. Now, why does he need bank funding? Sceptics say that he has an unholy nexus with the bankers and the builders where he will get a handsome cut. Any kid would know that taking a loan from a bank or a financial institution would invite trouble as in case of accrued interests. The idea behind the whole thing is that the Singh has had planned to run this as a family property where he could mortgage it when the Club is not in a position to pay off the loans; and now, interestingly, the banks are not interested in allotting loans to the Club because of the Club’s dubious nature, thank primarily Gurbir the Singh. Some more interesting aspects: May 2007 was the time the Club was to be in the shape that was envisaged to be functional for the members to be gay. That did not happen. Gurbir the Singh still is taking all the members for a ride — still. If you are a member of the Mumbai Press Club you would remember an email which said that the Club is sitting on a land which was ocean once. Surprised? Now, the Gurbir and Co have come up with anthropological and geographical facts that will put shame to all the anthropologists and geographers who have had done massive research about this archipelago, which means the VT Station was under water till recently.
3) Comrades (sorry for the euphemism) Gurbir Singh has this pompous plan. To make the members imbibe pegs under a roof with four pillars, no walls, just a singe roof, and enjoy the music of the rains — the Bombay rains. As anyone would have visited the place recently they would be heart-burned to realise that how this place has become a victim to one egoistic and snake-like personality’s whims and fancies.
4) Have you heard about this story about Lord Krishna? He was in a habit of stealing and licking up cheese and curds. The more he got the taste of it, the more he wanted. Ditto Gurbir Singh. Now his plan is to make more money, in connivance with the corrupt Maharashtra government officials in allocating flats to hapless Mumbai journalists in Sion-Koliwada (Pratiksha Nagar). Every Tom, Dick and Harry knows that the place is hardly unliveable and nobody with any self-respect would shift to that place. But there are suckers, the blind followers who think Gurbir is a “Greek God” — balls. And in case you did not know, the Singh, the Pilfer, gets a cut from all the deals done from both the builders as well as the parties involved. Are we exaggerating? Take a risk. Hey, one more thing. There are more than 1,100 members in the Press Club of Mumbai, and only 300 are allotted to journalists for reasons and norms that are fanciful and known to him.
5) A caution to the journos. If you are a member of the Mumbai Press Club, be warned (though most of them know) to be friends with this fiend: Gurbir Singh. He has no permanent enemies; he has no permanent friends. Good Sign. May be in wartime. But it is not wartime. Be careful. This is the time he is weeding out people who oppose him, who question his integrity, his existence, his prudence. Thus you have people like Renni Abraham, Prabhat Sharan, Dev Dutt Joshi, Roy Varghese and Sunil Poolani extradited from the Club. He orchestrated all the things, he got all the so-called witnesses and “judges” to manage it for flimsy reasons. He creates the so-called enquiry committees to look into these people’s “nefarious activities” and the committee members, who can’t write a line in English, are being monitored by this genius. He is their law, he dictates law, he is the law. What do you say? And in case anyone objects to his decisions, he has the guts to go the court in the land to file complaint against the members, though it has been unsuccessful so far. A case in question is this: when the Renni Abraham-Gurbir Singh fisticuffs happened in the Club, a Suresh Nandi was appointed an enquiry committee guy. When Nandi realised that Gurbir is at fault, Gurbir diverted the whole thing in a metropolitan court. Then Nandi shot off a letter to Devendra Mohan (chairman) and Pradeep Vijaykar (president) that Gurbir is not allowing to do honest enquiries. Then Devendra Mohan had a discussion with Gurbir, but the latter tried to coax wax the former, Devendra Mohan, who himself is a fixer in his own rights.
6) Gurbir is a fixer. The whole world knows it. Not Rajesh Mascarenhas or Ajit Joshi, Gurbir’s sidekicks now, not permanently, as history will tell so. Mr Joshi, who was supposedly working with Gujarati Mid-Day, is now a bangarwallaw. He sells the stuff what Gurbir gives it to him; he sells them, Gurbir gets a cut. And about Mascarenhas, he doesn’t believe in this demonic figure, the Gurbir, in signing cheques, but he is forced into it, rather he is a victim.
The story does not end here. We will be back.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Gurbir Singh ki Amar Kahani`
Nemesis always catches up. It’s nature’s law. You cannot deviate from it. Or negate it.
Despite the education he was privileged to accrue, Gurbir Singh, the quintessential Indian journalist who finds solace in pelf, power and profanity, has had failed to realise that Truth.
He has been running (that’s what he thinks, though others beg to differ) The Press Club, Mumbai, as his fiefdom. He had done everything unimaginable to convert it into a harem, so to say. He made money using that august institution into a whoredom, treated its members like proverbial shit, and transformed it into a place where he could rule till kingdom come.
Discerning readers of Bombay media will remember that there where at least three blogs that had directly attacked him, and others, exposing him (and others’) nefarious activities in the name of journalism. Long live journalism!
And what did our hero do? He filed a complaint against all these three media blogs in the Bombay High Court, challenging Google India, which apparently runs blogspot.com.
The case, it seems, is still on. Sub judice. The three blogs are shut now. Amen.
Now, the funniest twist. Mr Singh (apparently one of the blogs gave him a nick name: Pilfer Singh), who was sacked from The Economic Times for fixing stories, has just been, again, sacked from Hindustan Times, where he had joined after his tryst with the Jains, for taking money from real estate builders for planting and supporting news stories. This was waiting to happen. Any person with minimum intelligence would have observed that when the realty market was on the downfall only the HT carried, mostly as lead stories on the front page, the “resurgence” and “rosy” state of the real estate industry in the country, especially in Mumbai.
Mr Singh was on this for a long, long time. Starting from the Nivara Hakk Suraksha Samiti, an NGO presumably supporting the slum-dwellers of the city with the blessings of an actress called Shabhana Azmi, he and his cronies were under the scanner for misappropriation and embezzlement of funds. Later, as he was donning the robe of a journalist (ahem!), he could further his ambitions by achieving his goals by making more money by writing for them, not against them. We mean, the builders, a happy lot, as the papers he had worked were national ones and they, the builders, tended to get the most advantage of it — in the international market.
So, you have a market study, just recently published, which said that Mumbai is now the third important costly city in the Asia region, after Hong Kong and Tokyo. Thank Gurbir Singh for that; he had something to contribute to that.
That’s not the issue here. The Jains of the Times of India Group and the Birlas of the Hindustan Times Group were taken for a ride — grandiloquently. That’s their problem; they should have verified and vetted the person in question before they employed this conman. The issue is about how the Mumbai journalists, mostly sods, though, were taken for granted and were at the mercy of this fly-by-night operator. (By the way, he never flew, although he is absconding after this HT sacking story was out.) We hope you would like to recall and refurbish the nefarious deeds and details our hero had done to make the Mumbai Press Club a cattle shed.
1) There was this case, exposed by one of the diminished blogs, about purchasing four air-conditioners (and one getting free) for the Club. The fifth ‘free’ AC was missing and apparently it was “cooling” the head of his wife, Neelan Singh, in her office. Now, the funniest thing is that, after the Club has been demolished for the so-called reconstruction, all the four ACs also have been downed dumped into the go-down. Whether they will resurface is anyone’s guess
2) The gruesome aspect. The Club was demolished, presumably for reconstruction (though the truth is that no member asked for it or sought for it). This idea, about demolition, was his sole idea, though no committee member was in favour of it. Gurbir was confident that he could raise money from the banks, though it turned out to be a damp squib. In the minutes of the meeting about the reconstruction, there were no details shown for raising money to raise the club up, which is already in a shambles now. He could have done all the work using sponsorships from corporates, but he decided to garner funds from the banks, and that has become a fiasco now. Now, why does he need bank funding? Sceptics say that he has an unholy nexus with the bankers and the builders where he will get a handsome cut. Any kid would know that taking a loan from a bank or a financial institution would invite trouble as in case of accrued interests. The idea behind the whole thing is that the Singh has had planned to run this as a family property where he could mortgage it when the Club is not in a position to pay off the loans; and now, interestingly, the banks are not interested in allotting loans to the Club because of the Club’s dubious nature, thank primarily Gurbir the Singh. Some more interesting aspects: May 2007 was the time the Club was to be in the shape that was envisaged to be functional for the members to be gay. That did not happen. Gurbir the Singh still is taking all the members for a ride — still. If you are a member of the Mumbai Press Club you would remember an email which said that the Club is sitting on a land which was ocean once. Surprised? Now, the Gurbir and Co have come up with anthropological and geographical facts that will put shame to all the anthropologists and geographers who have had done massive research about this archipelago, which means the VT Station was under water till recently.
3) Comrades (sorry for the euphemism) Gurbir Singh has this pompous plan. To make the members imbibe pegs under a roof with four pillars, no walls, just a singe roof, and enjoy the music of the rains — the Bombay rains. As anyone would have visited the place recently they would be heart-burned to realise that how this place has become a victim to one egoistic and snake-like personality’s whims and fancies.
4) Have you heard about this story about Lord Krishna? He was in a habit of stealing and licking up cheese and curds. The more he got the taste of it, the more he wanted. Ditto Gurbir Singh. Now his plan is to make more money, in connivance with the corrupt Maharashtra government officials in allocating flats to hapless Mumbai journalists in Sion-Koliwada (Pratiksha Nagar). Every Tom, Dick and Harry knows that the place is hardly unliveable and nobody with any self-respect would shift to that place. But there are suckers, the blind followers who think Gurbir is a “Greek God” — balls. And in case you did not know, the Singh, the Pilfer, gets a cut from all the deals done from both the builders as well as the parties involved. Are we exaggerating? Take a risk. Hey, one more thing. There are more than 1,100 members in the Press Club of Mumbai, and only 300 are allotted to journalists for reasons and norms that are fanciful and known to him.
5) A caution to the journos. If you are a member of the Mumbai Press Club, be warned (though most of them know) to be friends with this fiend: Gurbir Singh. He has no permanent enemies; he has no permanent friends. Good Sign. May be in wartime. But it is not wartime. Be careful. This is the time he is weeding out people who oppose him, who question his integrity, his existence, his prudence. Thus you have people like Renni Abraham, Prabhat Sharan, Dev Dutt Joshi, Roy Varghese and Sunil Poolani extradited from the Club. He orchestrated all the things, he got all the so-called witnesses and “judges” to manage it for flimsy reasons. He creates the so-called enquiry committees to look into these people’s “nefarious activities” and the committee members, who can’t write a line in English, are being monitored by this genius. He is their law, he dictates law, he is the law. What do you say? And in case anyone objects to his decisions, he has the guts to go the court in the land to file complaint against the members, though it has been unsuccessful so far. A case in question is this: when the Renni Abraham-Gurbir Singh fisticuffs happened in the Club, a Suresh Nandi was appointed an enquiry committee guy. When Nandi realised that Gurbir is at fault, Gurbir diverted the whole thing in a metropolitan court. Then Nandi shot off a letter to Devendra Mohan (chairman) and Pradeep Vijaykar (president) that Gurbir is not allowing to do honest enquiries. Then Devendra Mohan had a discussion with Gurbir, but the latter tried to coax wax the former, Devendra Mohan, who himself is a fixer in his own rights.
6) Gurbir is a fixer. The whole world knows it. Not Rajesh Mascarenhas or Ajit Joshi, Gurbir’s sidekicks now, not permanently, as history will tell so. Mr Joshi, who was supposedly working with Gujarati Mid-Day, is now a bangarwallaw. He sells the stuff what Gurbir gives it to him; he sells them, Gurbir gets a cut. And about Mascarenhas, he doesn’t believe in this demonic figure, the Gurbir, in signing cheques, but he is forced into it, rather he is a victim.
The story does not end here. We will be back.
Despite the education he was privileged to accrue, Gurbir Singh, the quintessential Indian journalist who finds solace in pelf, power and profanity, has had failed to realise that Truth.
He has been running (that’s what he thinks, though others beg to differ) The Press Club, Mumbai, as his fiefdom. He had done everything unimaginable to convert it into a harem, so to say. He made money using that august institution into a whoredom, treated its members like proverbial shit, and transformed it into a place where he could rule till kingdom come.
Discerning readers of Bombay media will remember that there where at least three blogs that had directly attacked him, and others, exposing him (and others’) nefarious activities in the name of journalism. Long live journalism!
And what did our hero do? He filed a complaint against all these three media blogs in the Bombay High Court, challenging Google India, which apparently runs blogspot.com.
The case, it seems, is still on. Sub judice. The three blogs are shut now. Amen.
Now, the funniest twist. Mr Singh (apparently one of the blogs gave him a nick name: Pilfer Singh), who was sacked from The Economic Times for fixing stories, has just been, again, sacked from Hindustan Times, where he had joined after his tryst with the Jains, for taking money from real estate builders for planting and supporting news stories. This was waiting to happen. Any person with minimum intelligence would have observed that when the realty market was on the downfall only the HT carried, mostly as lead stories on the front page, the “resurgence” and “rosy” state of the real estate industry in the country, especially in Mumbai.
Mr Singh was on this for a long, long time. Starting from the Nivara Hakk Suraksha Samiti, an NGO presumably supporting the slum-dwellers of the city with the blessings of an actress called Shabhana Azmi, he and his cronies were under the scanner for misappropriation and embezzlement of funds. Later, as he was donning the robe of a journalist (ahem!), he could further his ambitions by achieving his goals by making more money by writing for them, not against them. We mean, the builders, a happy lot, as the papers he had worked were national ones and they, the builders, tended to get the most advantage of it — in the international market.
So, you have a market study, just recently published, which said that Mumbai is now the third important costly city in the Asia region, after Hong Kong and Tokyo. Thank Gurbir Singh for that; he had something to contribute to that.
That’s not the issue here. The Jains of the Times of India Group and the Birlas of the Hindustan Times Group were taken for a ride — grandiloquently. That’s their problem; they should have verified and vetted the person in question before they employed this conman. The issue is about how the Mumbai journalists, mostly sods, though, were taken for granted and were at the mercy of this fly-by-night operator. (By the way, he never flew, although he is absconding after this HT sacking story was out.) We hope you would like to recall and refurbish the nefarious deeds and details our hero had done to make the Mumbai Press Club a cattle shed.
1) There was this case, exposed by one of the diminished blogs, about purchasing four air-conditioners (and one getting free) for the Club. The fifth ‘free’ AC was missing and apparently it was “cooling” the head of his wife, Neelan Singh, in her office. Now, the funniest thing is that, after the Club has been demolished for the so-called reconstruction, all the four ACs also have been downed dumped into the go-down. Whether they will resurface is anyone’s guess
2) The gruesome aspect. The Club was demolished, presumably for reconstruction (though the truth is that no member asked for it or sought for it). This idea, about demolition, was his sole idea, though no committee member was in favour of it. Gurbir was confident that he could raise money from the banks, though it turned out to be a damp squib. In the minutes of the meeting about the reconstruction, there were no details shown for raising money to raise the club up, which is already in a shambles now. He could have done all the work using sponsorships from corporates, but he decided to garner funds from the banks, and that has become a fiasco now. Now, why does he need bank funding? Sceptics say that he has an unholy nexus with the bankers and the builders where he will get a handsome cut. Any kid would know that taking a loan from a bank or a financial institution would invite trouble as in case of accrued interests. The idea behind the whole thing is that the Singh has had planned to run this as a family property where he could mortgage it when the Club is not in a position to pay off the loans; and now, interestingly, the banks are not interested in allotting loans to the Club because of the Club’s dubious nature, thank primarily Gurbir the Singh. Some more interesting aspects: May 2007 was the time the Club was to be in the shape that was envisaged to be functional for the members to be gay. That did not happen. Gurbir the Singh still is taking all the members for a ride — still. If you are a member of the Mumbai Press Club you would remember an email which said that the Club is sitting on a land which was ocean once. Surprised? Now, the Gurbir and Co have come up with anthropological and geographical facts that will put shame to all the anthropologists and geographers who have had done massive research about this archipelago, which means the VT Station was under water till recently.
3) Comrades (sorry for the euphemism) Gurbir Singh has this pompous plan. To make the members imbibe pegs under a roof with four pillars, no walls, just a singe roof, and enjoy the music of the rains — the Bombay rains. As anyone would have visited the place recently they would be heart-burned to realise that how this place has become a victim to one egoistic and snake-like personality’s whims and fancies.
4) Have you heard about this story about Lord Krishna? He was in a habit of stealing and licking up cheese and curds. The more he got the taste of it, the more he wanted. Ditto Gurbir Singh. Now his plan is to make more money, in connivance with the corrupt Maharashtra government officials in allocating flats to hapless Mumbai journalists in Sion-Koliwada (Pratiksha Nagar). Every Tom, Dick and Harry knows that the place is hardly unliveable and nobody with any self-respect would shift to that place. But there are suckers, the blind followers who think Gurbir is a “Greek God” — balls. And in case you did not know, the Singh, the Pilfer, gets a cut from all the deals done from both the builders as well as the parties involved. Are we exaggerating? Take a risk. Hey, one more thing. There are more than 1,100 members in the Press Club of Mumbai, and only 300 are allotted to journalists for reasons and norms that are fanciful and known to him.
5) A caution to the journos. If you are a member of the Mumbai Press Club, be warned (though most of them know) to be friends with this fiend: Gurbir Singh. He has no permanent enemies; he has no permanent friends. Good Sign. May be in wartime. But it is not wartime. Be careful. This is the time he is weeding out people who oppose him, who question his integrity, his existence, his prudence. Thus you have people like Renni Abraham, Prabhat Sharan, Dev Dutt Joshi, Roy Varghese and Sunil Poolani extradited from the Club. He orchestrated all the things, he got all the so-called witnesses and “judges” to manage it for flimsy reasons. He creates the so-called enquiry committees to look into these people’s “nefarious activities” and the committee members, who can’t write a line in English, are being monitored by this genius. He is their law, he dictates law, he is the law. What do you say? And in case anyone objects to his decisions, he has the guts to go the court in the land to file complaint against the members, though it has been unsuccessful so far. A case in question is this: when the Renni Abraham-Gurbir Singh fisticuffs happened in the Club, a Suresh Nandi was appointed an enquiry committee guy. When Nandi realised that Gurbir is at fault, Gurbir diverted the whole thing in a metropolitan court. Then Nandi shot off a letter to Devendra Mohan (chairman) and Pradeep Vijaykar (president) that Gurbir is not allowing to do honest enquiries. Then Devendra Mohan had a discussion with Gurbir, but the latter tried to coax wax the former, Devendra Mohan, who himself is a fixer in his own rights.
6) Gurbir is a fixer. The whole world knows it. Not Rajesh Mascarenhas or Ajit Joshi, Gurbir’s sidekicks now, not permanently, as history will tell so. Mr Joshi, who was supposedly working with Gujarati Mid-Day, is now a bangarwallaw. He sells the stuff what Gurbir gives it to him; he sells them, Gurbir gets a cut. And about Mascarenhas, he doesn’t believe in this demonic figure, the Gurbir, in signing cheques, but he is forced into it, rather he is a victim.
The story does not end here. We will be back.
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