One of the more surprising responses to my writing came after an article I did about slum-dwellers in Baroda. I visited them during the year I held a media fellowship to write about India's denotified, or ex-"criminal", tribes. Living in this Baroda slum are a hundred families from one such tribe, the Bajanias. (In fact, the slum is called Mani Nagar Bajaniavas).

Farzana Cooper That day, these Bajanias spoke to me about their problems with the Municipality. In particular, about two ongoing struggles: one, to get water; two, to stop the demolition of their huts to erect flats for Baroda's middle- and upper-classes. To explain all this, they gave me various papers they had saved for years.

There were dozens of water bills, dating back 25 years. From them, I learned that over that quarter of a century, the price they paid for water had risen by a factor of 120. (That's right, 120). This, for the single municipal tap that served the entire slum, about 600 people.

Also among the papers was a judgement from the Ahmedabad High Court in a case the Bajanias filed to halt Municipal destruction of their homes. They had explained to the Court how, some 80 years before, the then ruler of Baroda had granted this land to their tribe in thanks for the entertainment they provided at a royal wedding. Dismissing their petition, the Court observed:

    "[The appellants] submitted that they are in possession [of the land] pursuant to some grant in their favour by some ruler of Baroda State. In support [of this] submission no evidence was produced before [the Court]. ... The appellants therefore do not have any claim on the land and therefore they cannot be permitted to [occupy it]."

So much for royal decrees. When I returned from Baroda, I wrote an article about these people ( And The Tap Tells A Tale), based on their papers. I tried to explain the uncertain state they lived in today, and the reasons for it: in short, the story their papers spelled out to me.

That article brought the surprising response I mentioned. "A good piece of investigative journalism", someone wrote to me.

Oh, I was grateful for the praise. But also somewhat startled. Not because it was a poor effort -- I thought it was a good piece. But in my mind, the phrase "investigative journalism" refers to sustained campaigns by intrepid reporters, doggedly pursuing leads and Deep Throats over months, then revealing to an astonished world findings that might bring down entire administrations. Of course Watergate remains the classic instance, but there have been others as well. That this person labelled my article that way was flattering. But could one report based on a few hours spent with some slum residents, together with ordinary inferences drawn from their papers, really qualify as "investigative"?

Maybe I'm making too much of this incident. But I wonder if there isn't a lesson somewhere in here about journalism: that standards and public expectations have sunk so low that even the most trivially analytical article is held up as "investigative."

It's not that investigative journalism -- the real thing -- is dead. Not at all. The 1992 expose of the infamous Bombay stock scam by Sucheta Dalal was a triumph of just such journalism. Meticulous checking and cross-checking of figures, steady followup reports, and a damning conclusion: the villains involved had no escape from the noose that Dalal and others drew. (That they escaped nevertheless -- in the sense that nobody was ever punished for that swindle -- is a commentary on our society and law and order mechanisms, not on the investigation itself; I will return to that theme).

Similarly, there was the investigation of Enron's doings, practically from the moment the US company came to India in the early '90s to build a power plant in coastal Maharashtra. Various groups, activists and journalists diligently analysed every aspect of the Enron project: from the way clearances were sought and given to financial agreements to human rights issues. All through, these people were laughed at, or simply ignored. Yet when Enron's house of cards came crashing down in India, and not long after in the USA too, their analyses proved to have been spot on.

Take just one Enron feature, the price of power. When the plant began supplying power, there were wails of outrage at the price it was charging Maharashtra's consumers. From between Rs 3 and Rs 4.25 a unit in mid-1999 (reported in the Hindustan Times, July 8 1999) -- an already high figure -- it rose to Rs 7.80 a unit by the end of 2000 (Sucheta Dalal, Indian Express, December 3 2000).

More egregious: through all this time, Tata Electric had power available for Rs 2.20 a unit. Enron, though, had an absurd contract which forced the state to buy its more expensive product instead. (Absurd, that is, from the point of view of power consumers. From where Enron stood, it was a brilliant agreement).

But this contract had been examined, and Enron's high prices had been foreseen, if futilely. In September 1996, the Pune-based NGO Prayas did a detailed analysis of the project and concluded in its report that the most "likely" scenario was that

    the tariff [for Enron power would be] Rs 3.45 at the [plant]. According to the Chief Minister [then Manohar Joshi of the Shiv Sena party], the end user has to pay about double the [plant] tariff.

By my calculations, double Rs 3.45 is Rs 6.90. Enron power was actually selling at nearly a whole rupee more by the end of 2000. But who paid any attention to Prayas's 1996 warnings?

The stock scam, Enron, and let's not forget the doings of that feisty little web journal, investigative journalism is certainly alive. So with stories like these that inspire journalists like me, why the note of pessimism I began this article with?

One, stories like these remain few, the exceptions rather than the rule. Naturally I don't mean that investigative stories should be all that fills our newspapers. But if I can think of just three prominent examples through a decade (we can, I think, safely ignore my article on Baroda water bills), that is a trickle. It's not just that, in a country as filled with corruption as India is, there are plenty of scams that could stand to see the light of day. It's also that corruption and crime flourish because the media pays too little attention, digs too infrequently and rarely deep enough.

Two, stories are hardly followed beyond initial reports. In fact, I don't believe enough of us journalists understand the power and necessity of following a story up, down and everywhere. We think glamour lies in the expose, that our job ends there. So we have daily tales of crimes in various quarters, but rarely news about what happens to perpetrators. This is probably why so many of us complain about widespread corruption, but have a poor idea of the true extent of it, or of specifics of individual scandals. This is probably also why the corrupt flourish and steadily increase the scale of their corruption.

Three, crimes and scandals come at us at a fearful rate. Off the top of my head, in no particular order, here are 15 Indian outrages -- in that each commanded its moments of public outrage at one time or another -- over the last two decades: Bofors gun scandal. Urea scam. Fodder scam. St Kitt's forgery case. Delhi Sikh massacre, 1984. Jain diary case. Stock scam. Gujarat violence, 2002. JJ Hospital glycerine adulteration deaths, 1986. Bombay riots, 1992-93. Bombay bomb blasts, 1993. Sukh Ram's telecom scam. LPG allotment scam. Babri Masjid demolition case. Pickle baron bribe case.

Quite a list? But think of this: even as I write these words I remember others that I have not listed. The inevitable fallout of this abundance of crime is that public memory for what seem like momentous scandals is short. Worse, a certain ennui sets in, a fatigue with the treadmill of scams, an inability or unwillingness to recognize and feel outrage at crimes. Every journalist must battle this feeling among readers. What suffers, then, is their capability and keenness to work on investigative stories. What's the use, I've heard journalists say, when our readers don't give a damn? Stick to the fluff story about Miss India!

Four, nobody of any consequence, and I mean nobody, is ever punished for their crimes. Maybe this is a lament heard in other parts of the world; certainly it is heard, and often, in India. I'm looking again at that list of 15 above. In not one of those cases -- not a single cotton-pickin' one -- have we managed to punish a single powerful or semi-powerful figure. In most of them, there isn't even any kind of trial underway; if there is, it waffles along quarter-heartedly.

Take Sukh Ram. Tens of millions of rupees in illegal cash were actually found in his bedding. For weeks in 1995, he frantically resisted efforts to arrest him. Yet today, while his case meanders through some dusty Court, he remains a powerful leader in Himachal Pradesh, the cash stash forgotten. He joins hands to form Governments with the very people who once demanded his arrest. In fact, in Himachal Pradesh he is a hero, revered for bringing telephone service to all. That currency? Who cares?

Some journalists are discouraged by this phenomenon too: not only are the guilty never punished, not only do the politically connected wink at punishment and collude to evade justice, but ordinary people show a remarkable willingness to forgive and forget crimes. What use investigative journalism?

Five, the criminals themselves prosper despite being exposed -- or perhaps because they are exposed. I mentioned Sukh Ram above, and the adulation he commands in his home state. Take Bal Thackeray of the Shiv Sena party, named in innumerable press reports for his role in instigating riots in Bombay in 1992-93. Later, the Srikrishna Commission that inquired into those riots said this about him in its 1998 report:

    "[L]ike a veteran general, [Thackeray] commanded his loyal Shiv Sainiks to retaliate by organised attacks on Muslims. ... The attack on Muslims by Shiv Sainiks were mounted with military precision with lists of establishments and voters' lists in hand."

What could be clearer? But naturally Thackeray remains unpunished. He rode those riots into power in Maharashtra in 1995. Today, he is a revered "Emperor of the Hindu Heart" (an actual title that was "conferred" on him by adoring supporters), a man whom everyone from industrialists to cricketers scrape and bow to.

I don't believe enough of us journalists understand the power and necessity of following a story beyond initial reports. We rarely have news about what happens to perpetrators. This is probably also why the corrupt flourish and steadily increase the scale of their corruption.
Take Harshad Mehta, the prime figure in the stock scam. That this man was never punished was just a footnote in his career after the news of the scam broke. He became a sought after speaker, a columnist in several publications, admired and envied for his "success" at "beating the system": whatever the "system" was, and no matter that his "success" wiped out the savings of any number of far less "successful" people. He had his own heavily trafficked website ( and a Harshad Mehta Fan Club (members were promised that "good markets or bad, you will make money"). Writing in the Telegraph -- itself a paper that carried a Mehta column -- Parthasarathi Swami summed up the "popular refrain" of these fawning fans: "Please send us some tips; email us before you post it" (The Telegraph, July 28 1997). That is, fans didn't want him punished, they only wanted him to share his secrets so they could benefit too.

So not only do ordinary people show a willingness to forgive and forget crimes, but there are enough of us to actually glorify crimes and their perpetrators.

Six, investigators themselves face vicious reprisals. Consider what has happened, two years on, as a result of tehelka exposing the rot in the way we buy arms. The Government set up an inquiry into the scandal. Defence Minister George Fernandes resigned. Not long afterwards, while the inquiry that was going to establish his guilt or otherwise was still underway, he returned to office with a ringing endorsement from his Prime Minister. The inquiry itself came to a shuddering halt when the judge conducting it resigned. In other words, the rot remains, rotting some more.

Meanwhile, the government mounted an inquiry into itself, hounding its investors and driving the site out of business. This is what happens to those who expose our crimes, was the message.

But worse than that backlash was that journalists with their own sympathies for those in government gloated over tehelka's troubles. They carped about its methods and glossed over the chicanery some intrepid reporters uncovered. Example: on hidden camera, Tehelka actually caught the then BJP party president, Bangaru Laxman, accepting a bribe. The clip of him taking the cash was shown widely, over and over again, on television. Yet here is columnist Arvind Lavakare's interpretation of the exchange; his elaborate focus on exclamation marks and question marks sidesteps the basic issue -- that Laxman accepted the bribe! (see

    "Now look at the treacherous 'testimony' against Bangaru Laxman, BJP president. Although it did not, once again, prove any wrongdoing, it cast an incalculable damage on the man's reputation. Consider that one sequence in the publicised Tehelka transcript that ran as follows:

    Tehelka: Rupees or dollars?

    Laxman: Dollars. You can give in dollars.

    The above 'quote' of Laxman was given a eight-column headline in The Asian Age, but with the exclamation mark (!) after 'Dollars.' The observant would have wondered why, if Laxman had reportedly wanted dollars as offered by Tehelka, did he accept payment in rupees? ...

    The mystery lies in that exclamation (!). What Laxman in all probability said was 'Dollars??' with an exclamation of shock in his tone, and 'You can give dollars??' with another exclamatory tone. But Tehelka must have just clipped away the exclamation marks in its transcripts while the audio in its tapes was just too damned garbled to reveal the exclamatory tone."

In a climate like this, with all these obstacles to battle, why would any journalist seek to dig? And in a climate like this, what qualifies as investigative journalism to some readers? Answer: one column based on a few hours spent with slum-dwellers in Baroda. And even so, the remarkable thing is that there are still substantial investigations that happen, still diligent journalists who do them.

In a climate like this, they inspire me.