Sunday, 17 December 2023

L.I.C of India is in a race with Rip Van Winkle

 Dear friends,

                              I had written to the Prime Minister of India, regarding my lone crusade to get my wage revision arrears and difference in retirement benefits; on wage revision. The Corporation had illegally, arbitrarily and unjustly repudiated it in 2010, though I was in service in 2oo7 from which the arrears were to be paid to me. So from 1st August, 2007 till 2nd July, 2010, my wages' arrears have not been paid. 

                              The same injustice has been going on from 1st August, 1997 till date. The Corporation keeps pasing the buck to the Government which has ratified the Charter of Wage Revision and brought out a Gazette for the same. The management takes this illegal decision, charter after charter and the Government keeps toeing its line by ratifying it, and bringing out a Gazette; without considering the Supreme Court's ruling on this issue. Scores of resigning ex-employees are in the same boat as me and I'm crusading for all of them as well. The Corporation refused to share their particulars as well as the amounts totally repudiated, since 1997; for obvious reasons!

                              In the words of the CPIO, WZO of LIC of India, "LIC will never give you any information as it will open a Pandora's Box. Your Appeal will be closed within a month. You are banging your head against a brick wall. You will surely lose the case even if you go to court."

                              He was flustered as I had asked the CIC to impose a penalty on the concerned officials, (including him) for not giving me the information within the stipulated days' time. He had conveniently forgotten about our similar sinking feeling on the Corporation's repudiation of our hard earned, wage revision's arrears.

                              My RTI appeals and re-appeals have fallen on deaf ears. 

SO TOO, MY APPEALS TO THE PRIME MINISTER AND FINANCE MINISTER OF INDIA!

                              Consider the latest reply by the Corporation, which is the same as given to me in 2010. Kndly note that my crusade has completed 13 years! Do peruse my other blog at uberrimafides.licindia.com which has all the details and scanned images of my RTI appeals and correspondence with the Corporation and the Government. I believe in total transparency, unlike LIC of India which was reprimanded by the CIC in my RTI appeal's hearing through videconferencing; in which she told the Coporation's CPIO in no uncertain terms: "Please be transparent (in your dealings) in future" when I pointed out that he was lying.

                              Well, some things and people don't change ever! Need I repeat the popular Hindi adage?

                              Do peruse this email sent by LIC of India, to me, which was undoubtedly sent on a prod from the PMO's office and the Finance Ministry; who conveniently evaded replying to me or even taking any action against the wrongdoers. Now we know where the problem lies!

(In fact, I had expected them to set things right, not put the ball again in the bad player's court!) So things are back to square one now!

                               For the record, the Government owns LIC of India and the other national non-life insurers. This injustice plagues all these companies. The Government can't just wash its hands off this important issue of a Company listed on the Stock Exchange. Our nation's reputation and credibility is at stake.

(INTERESTINGLY, THE GOVERNMENT HAS NOT YET ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGED ANY OF MY CORRESPONDENCE! SO MUCH FOR DIGITAL INDIA!)

 We can wake up a person who is sleeping but not someone who is pretending to sleep. Especially the Corporation's Managing Board of Directors who will put even the legendary Rip Van Winkle to shame!

                              Only, I repeat, only the Honorable Prime Minister can awaken them. For that, he has to take matters in his own hands, with the help of the Government’s legal advisorsPlease stem the rot, we say!

My suggestions:

                              1. Ask the Management to revise their illegal decision, the records of which are not even there with LIC (as revealed through my RTI appeal) in a Board Meeting's MINUTES. Neither has the reason been revealed. The concerned official, CPAIO, WZO, Ms. Saroj Dikhale had stated that there is no reason on record for the repudiation. Which means that the decision itself is arbitrary!

                              2. Place that revised decision by LIC of India to pay us all our dues with immediate effect with compound interest; in the Parliament, ratify it and bring out a Gazette after due amendments in the requisite clauses of The Insurance Act. This can be done alongwith the current Charter due in 2023.

                              3. Ask the Corporation to pay up.

                    Rest assured, dear friends, my crusade for justice will continue, nevertheless....

                                      There's always light at the end of the tunnel!

                                                                     AND

                        Where there is a will, there is definitely a way! (Out of the tunnel!)

Hoping for some very good and long-awaited news in the coming New Year 2024 for all of us.

                I'm a die-hard optimist who always believes in 'Satyameva Jayate'. Priya

(The next blog contains my latest letter, sent as an email, to the Honorable Prime Minister of India, Do read it and post your comments here. Thanks.)

LIFE INSURANCE CORPORATION OF INDIA

PUNE DIVISIONAL OFFICE 1

"JEEVAN PRAKASH" UNIVERSITY ROAD PUNE-411005

Ref:OS/PUNE-1/23-24                    Date: 13.12.2023

To,

Mrs. Priya.R.Swaminathan

Ref. :Payment of wage revision arrears and difference in terminal benefit(CPRGRAMS complaint)

Respected Madam,

With reference to above we would like to inform you that you had resigned from Corporation on 2nd July 2010 and as per Wage revision Notification 2007 which is applicable to you "Circular no. ZD/1159/ASP/2010 Dt. 11th October, 2010 chapter no, 3(i) Eligibility Class - 1 officer whose resignation had been accepted on or before notification irrespective of whether they are relieved or not during the period between 01.08.2007 to 08.10.2010 shall not be eligible for the arrears on account of this revision". 

Please note as per abover chapter 3(i) you are not eligible for any wage revision arrears payment and difference of retirement benefits and other allied dues.

                                                                     Manager (OS)

My reply to LIC of India                   15.12.2023

To,
The HOD,
Pension Cell
LIC of India,
Pune D.O. 1

Respected Sir/Madam,

It's astonishing that you have sent the same reply to me even after 13 years! 

LIC of India needs a reality check. Kindly walk the talk when it comes to dealing fairly and justly with everyone.
With regards,

Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan



pension.pune1 pension.pune1@licindia.com

AttachmentsFri, Dec 15, 12:31 PM (2 days ago)

Dear Madam,

 

We forward herewith scanned copy of the reply f.Please acknowledge the same.

 

Manager(OS)

Lic of India

Pune D.O.-1

    

Saturday, 9 December 2023

Kindle Countdown Deal - The Unending Nightmare

  Dear friends,


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It's a thrilling and suspenseful book that will keep you guessing till the very end.
 
It will be available for just $2.99 (at a whopping discount of 58%) at www.amazon.com from 10th to 17th December, 2023.

Do post a review online at Amazon to enable me to get more readers and reviewers!
 
Thanks in anticipation. Priya

                                                               FOREWORD

“Forget the past and move on!” How easy it is, for people to thus advise a person, who is struggling with the unpleasant memories of a gory past! As if it is so easy to erase memories, more so, nasty ones!

Often such a troubled person will take such advice and truly try to move on, but his mind will prevent him from doing so. If he ignores the well-meant but impractical advice, he will be plagued by recurring nightmares of his past.

Reena is one such troubled soul, trying hard to put her dark past behind and forge ahead in life. Yet the past catches up with her and pursues her till her very sanity is at stake!

To be one up on it, she devises lots of plans but what will be, will be…

Follow gutsy Reena on her quest for a peaceful life, fighting bravely against all odds, all alone.

Will she succeed in her difficult and challenging mission?

Read on to find out, in this edgy thriller…

                                         

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                                                      AN EXCERPT

          I stared back, unabashed. He was looking drop-dead gorgeous. His thick hair was being ruffled by the strong wind. Though rivulets of perspiration ran down his temples and neck, he appeared fresh and alert. Only the clenching and unclenching of his square jaws gave away his tension. He was evidently waiting for me to speak first. Ladies first!

          Looking intently into his dark eyes, I was trying to fathom his intentions. Discussion indeed! About what?.........

          Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he turned his attention towards the copper bottle that he had in his right hand. “Water?” he inquired.

          “Thanks” I said and took it from his hand. As my hand slightly touched his, a frisson went up my spine. I looked downwards and then raised my head and had a long swig from the bottle, taking care to not touch the bottle’s rim. He was keenly watching my tanned throat as the water went down my gullet and I gulped. Then his gaze fell on my heaving chest.

           His left hand twitched as it gripped the lower part of the bench. Was he nervous? 

                                         END OF THE EXCERPT 

Intrigued? Can't wait to find out what happens next? Instantly purchase the e-book and settle down for a highly entertaining and suspenseful reading session. Don't forget to post your review online! Do spread the good word around!

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Thursday, 7 December 2023

Kindly nominate my books for the JK AutHer Awards

 Dear friends,

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The Long-distance Relationship Kindle Edition


         
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                                            Preview a sample of 'The Long-distance                                              Relationship' by clicking on the link given above!
 
Kindly purchase and peruse "The Long-distance Relationship" - E-book written by me. It's available as a paperback too for die-hard paperback fans!
 
It's an engaging book that will keep you engrossed till the very end.
 
Do post a review online at Amazon to enable me to get more readers and reviewers!

I have just registered for India’s most coveted Women Auther Awards - presented by JK Paper in association with The Times Of India. I have nominated 2 books written and published by me.

1st Nomination: The Long-distance Relationship

Kindly nominate this book for the JK AutHer Award. Category: Popular Choice Awards, Genre: Romance.You may nominate the book here:


Thanks in anticipation. Priya
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                                                                     FOREWORD

It is often said that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Couples these days are a busy lot, working in different time zones, continents or worlds apart! Often, they meet virtually and celebrate important occasions together, online.

Daily communication means snatches of time, peppered with "Getting late." "See you soon." "Love you." "Hugs'n'kisses. Bye." The lack of physical presence soon starts taking a toll on both partners, who may be bored, exhausted, insecure or looking out for greener pastures, all the while pretending to be there for each other.

Soon, the 3 a.m. friend disappears! A casualty of a long-distance relationship!

Patience, perseverance, trust and loyalty go a long way in such cases where partners can't be together for varied reasons.

This novel deals with the complexity of human relationships and a long-distance relationship. Do follow Parikrama and Pranay's eventful journey and see how it goes....

Kindly consider purchase of a copy and peruse it at leisure! Your invaluable feedback is eagerly awaited, dear readers! Nominate it too! Thanks in anticipation. Priya
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When Chikoo Was Very Bitter... Kindle Edition





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2nd Nomination: When Chikoo Was Very Bitter...

                                                               FOREWORD

Childhood days are precious. Filled with days of joy and carefree laughter, innocence and revelry!
Each child lives in his own world, cocooned in love and hope. With dear ones. With longings and dreams… fears and cheers…

What is childhood without friends? Sharing begins in childhood and continues as an adult. Petty squabbles are soon forgotten and forgiven.

In a similar utopic world, live Chikoo and his friends! All are unique individuals. Maddening, yet adorable! They request you to visit their utopia and experience their lives for a day!

Why was Chikoo very bitter? Find out!

Lots of fun awaits you…

Kindly nominate this book for the JK AutHer Award. Category: Popular Choice Awards, Genre: Children's book. You may nominate the book here:


Thanks in anticipation. Priya

The Coveted (Vexed!) Fruits

                                                       

                                    Free image courtesy: Pexels - Dheeraj Devadig

                                                 Thanks a lot for the lovely picture. 

                                                                Pa, pa, papaya!

     A solitary papaya tree stood in our courtyard.  Bearing ten papayas.  Barring two, the others were green. 

     Little did we know that the two ripe papayas, gleaming yellow in the morning sun, would cause a mini furore in our neighborhood. 
     Five years of infertility (broken by a lone papaya appearing, a year back) had now, literally borne fruit.  Ten at a time!
     Needless to say, we were delighted.  But to our amused amazement, our neighbors were elated!
     It was they who had counted the days, (along with us), waiting for the papayas to ripen.
     At first all the fruits were green.  Then after two days of impatient anxiety, the two bigger ones conceded to change into a slight yellow-tinged green.
     “Ooh, the papayas have started turning yellow,” the five year old daughter of my neighbor would remark happily.  “Now I’ll eat the papayas” she’d add, clapping her hands in unmasked glee.
     Her mother would be slightly more diplomatic.  After dropping in at our house, during our siesta time and talking to my sleepy-eyed mother on inane topics, she’d broach the topic.
     “Behenji, your tree is looking wonderful now with all those papayas.  Two of them have already started ripening.  I hope you’ll give me one of them when you’ll pluck them.  My Pinky (referring to her daughter) is dying to taste it.”
     Pinky would not be far behind.  “Aunty, when will the papayas ripen?  When will I eat them?  Why don’t all of them ripen simultaneously?  Then we can pluck all of them at once, isn’t it?  It’ll save you the trouble of having to pluck them time and again”, she’d say innocently, but with the wisdom of a wizened old lady.
     Mother would patiently explain to her that fruits needed some time to ripen and that the ‘older’ fruits ripened earlier than the ‘younger’ or ‘newer’ ones.
     “What will happen if we eat the green ones, Aunty?  Mummy says that we’ll get stomach-ache.  Is it true?”  Pinky would continue her inquisitive questioning.
     “Yes, it's true”, Mummy would reply, trying to curb the fast-slipping hold over her temper.
     “I’ll make it a point to give you a papaya, don’t worry”, so saying, she’d send away Mrs. Bhave and her daughter.
      By the next day, the papayas had turned bright yellow, probably spurred on by the gentle prodding and cheering of all the members of our neighborhood.
     Unwilling to be left behind in the race to ‘win’ the papayas, our ‘bai’ (the maid servant) would tell me, “Madam, please pluck the papayas before they become over-ripe.  Otherwise they’ll fall down due to their own weight and break under the impact.  It’ll then be a case of ‘neither yours nor mine’, it’ll go to the dogs,” she’d quote a Marathi proverb.
     “Of course you’ll give me one, won’t you Madam?” she’d question, laughingly.  Then tucking her, ‘kashta’ (traditional nine-yard sari worn by Maharashtrian ladies) in, she’d set about washing the utensils with renewed vigor; after receiving my assurance.
      Then there was the four-year old kid who came for receiving tuition at our house, to be considered. To enable him to become sharp at remembering numbers, I asked him to count the number of papayas on the tree, daily.  Not that a new papaya cropped up daily.  But I was immensely pleased by my brain- wave.  What a novel way I had invented to din number-sense into that tiny tot’s brain!
     Though his counting petered away after three, he would continue staring at the fruits.  Over-awed by the tall tree with the crown of green leaves and even more impressed by the bunch of fruits sticking out of the trunk; he would mutter “Papai, papai” and click his tongue; “Tut tut,” as if he was tasting the fruit in his imagination.
     When he would become a nuisance, during tuition-time, we would promptly dispatch him to see the papayas.  On his part, he would ‘religiously’ see the papayas while coming, while going and as and when time permitted.
     It was mutually decided by us to reserve the best piece of papaya for this naughty, but lovable kid.  The elders could wait. 
     Superstition is rampant in India.  But we hadn’t even dreamt that it would touch our popular tree!
     It so happened that an old lady, a family friend, happened to visit our house, just when it was bristling with excitement over the ripening of the papayas. 
     “A lone papaya tree in front of your house!  Hey Ram!  It’s not an auspicious sign.  Have it chopped off at once!  Any delay will bring only misfortune upon your house,” she said solemnly. “However I can eat the fruit as I am an old widow. Nothing will happen to me as I have lived my life!” How convenient, we thought and laughed till our sides ached, joking about her superstition, later; after she’d gone. Talking of exaggeration, that lady would have certainly taken the bakery!
     As father was obviously frightened by the grave warning, he at once prepared to chop off the tree the next morning.  But our timely intervention saved the tree.
     “It’s doing us no harm father.  Look how it’s giving us shade and fruits; and shelter to the birds.  Trees are the security guards of our environment.  It’s our duty to protect them”, we chorused.
     Before we could embark on a lecture waxing eloquent about the benefit of trees to mankind, father threw in the towel.
     Brother brought home his friend that afternoon.  The friend, a scholarly type, on seeing the fruits, remarked, “Ah, papayas!  They contain vitamin A.  Good for eyes.  Give it to your sister,” he said cheekily.
     I cursed him inwardly for taunting me.  Because, it was me who wore specs!  “I’ll get even with you, you swine.  If you get even a small piece of papaya, I’ll change my name.” I vowed in my mind.
     That Saturday afternoon, an emergency meeting was called at home.  Behind closed doors, father, mother, my brother, sister and I; put our heads together to find a solution to the problem, which hung like the Sword of Damocles over our heads.  A threat to the hitherto cordial relations with our neighbors, etc.!
     To pluck or not to pluck (the papayas) was the problem!
     Our enthusiasm on seeing the ripe papayas had considerably diminished on thinking about the numerous people who’d reminded us repeatedly about their share in the ‘loot’.  Neighbors, friends, relatives….. It was funny how they had forgotten our ownership ‘rights’ on the fruit.
     I suddenly remembered a story my granny used to narrate in my childhood.  Two dogs fighting over a loaf of bread; ultimately being fooled by the monkey who acted as judge.  The monkey ate the whole loaf.
     I was amused at the thought that while there had been only two dogs in the story, here were several people in the fray for the papayas.
     While we (the panel of judges), were debating over who should be the lucky ones to receive the coveted prize, there was a knock on our door.
     With apprehension, my sister opened the door.  She was scared that we’d have a new contender for the honor.  Her fears were not unfounded.
     The caller was a lady from the small dwellings surrounding our house.  She claimed to be an acquaintance of my late grandmother.
     “My grandson saw the ripe papayas on the tree yesterday. How red they appear,” he said.  It dawned on me that ‘red’ referred to the deep yellow that the papayas had turned into.  May be the papayas were embarrassed by being dragged into the lime-light and had blushed, I thought mischievously.
     Though the lady didn’t ask to be given the fruit, she stayed till my mother had herself agreed to give her a share of the spoils.
     We wondered how on earth were we to ‘equally’ distribute the two ‘vexed’ fruits.
     Just then we heard stones landing with a thud in our courtyard.  Courtesy the street urchins!  One of the missiles had barely missed our window pane.  Another had found its mark.
     One over-ripe fruit had fallen under the onslaught.  To the ground, punctured and wounded.  Orange pulp oozed out.  It seemed to be heaving a sigh of relief!
     We who’d rushed out to spot the culprit were heart-broken on witnessing the papaya’s ‘death’.
     Even in that moment of sorrow, I couldn’t help thinking that our ‘bai’ must be an astrologer.  Her prediction had been accurate.
     Brother cursed her ‘vile’ tongue.  My sister, ever-optimistic, pointed to the other papaya.  The rest of us cheered up a little.
     The next day, all of us cautiously guarded the papaya from sparrows and over-zealous neighbors.
     Our family court had decided to maintain the status-quo.  No one would receive the papaya.  The honor wouldn’t be even ours.
     The court was dismissed till the next batch of papayas would ripen!
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