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The
DayAfter formally born on July 17, 1985
enters its 18th year. The survival of an Indian journal, with no
financial backing from commercial interests, political public
relations groups or hereditary newspaper barons, is certainly a story
worth telling. As I look back, I see many famous media ventures which
launched magazines and journals like Sunday, Illustrated
Weekly of India, Sunday Mail, New Delhi, Probe,
and many others, all fallen along the way. They were good publications
started by sound media houses, with editors and journalists who were
considered glamour figures of the Indian media. But they could not
survive and every one of them died its own kind of death for its own
kind of reasons.
It is not my purpose here to tell
why and how great editors and proprietors spend great sums of money to
kill the publications they launch as great dreams. I have been
persuaded to tell The DayAfter story by my colleagues like
Yogendra Bali, who has stood by me from day one when I entered
journalism, goaded by a remark from the late Indira Gandhi, who after
a long conversation suqqested that journalism would give me an
opportunity to acquaint myself with the ground realities of politics.
My ideals at that time, when I was a Yuva Morcha student leader in
Delhi’s Shivaji College, were the champion of the Young Turks,
Chandrashekhar, the champion of liberal and free politics and the
founder of the Swatantra Party, Piloo Mody and finally the youngest
prime minister ever to wear the political crown in Indian history,
Rajiv Gandhi. I have to mention these names because they are all
relevant to the name and the spirit behind The DayAfter.
I have often been asked who named
this journal, The DayAfter, and why? This journal was
informally brought out in May 1985 and formally released on July 17,
1985, by the then Prime Minister, Rajiv Gandhi, at his residence, No.
7, Race Course Road. No, it was not a Congress-funded or
Congress-inspired publication. It was, as Yogendra Bali put it rightly
on day one itself, "a foolhardy venture by a foolhardy young man who
thought that he could launch his own magazine with just Rs. 500, his
guts and wits and the encouragement of his determined band of friends
and supporters, none of whom were very prosperous or experienced in
the complicated profession of journalism."
The name had been haunting me for
more than two years before the journal was actually conceived and
translated into reality. The young and sensitive generation of our
time, specially the student and youth activists, were extremely
affected by the nuclear bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and the
untold pain and suffering it brought to the innocent civilians of
Japan. It brought home the horror of nuclear war which could destroy
humanity totally in a matter of hours if the nuclear button came into
the hands of a mad military dictator or fundamentalist lunatic. Some
very sensitive documentary films and printed literature about the
horrors of the day after such a monstrous human event were brought out
in the Fifties, Sixties and Seventies. I was myself born in 1959, and
as I grew from school to college, the horror of Hiroshima continued to
haunt me. It stayed with me when I edited the Shivaji College journal
and, later, brought out the Hindi student newspaper, Chhatra Jwala,
a the youth activist of the non-Congress and independent youth
group, the Chhatra Jantu .
I remember some of my student
activist colleagues of those days like Amit Mitra, who later became
the dynamic and celebrated secretary of the FICCI, the Federation of
Chambers of Commerce and Industries, who was known for spouting new
ideas and projects to bring society and industry closer. There were
others whom I shall mention during the course of this story.
I discussed with my friends and
mentors again and again about a suitable name for a journal if I
brought it out one day. It was agreed that it should be a journal
different from the run-of-the mill commercial ventures. It should be a
young journal with a young outlook and should go beyond the
superficial and immediate issues of today. At that time a journal
called Today had already made its debut and folded up. I think
there was a Tomorrow, too, which ceased to exist after some
time. Of course India Today was still surviving even though
journals like Probe and New Delhi had shut down. We also
thought that we should look beyond tomorrow. We should bring out a
publication which should always remain concerned with the future. It
was at that time that I saw the documentary about Hiroshima and
Nagasaki’s day after. My mind was made up. I discussed it with
colleagues, they agreed. I discussed it with Piloo Mody, he approved
with a smile. He knew I did not have tons of money and even though I
had asked his opinion about the naming of my journal, I had not asked
him for any kind of support.
When a non-communist, non-Congress
political grouping was formed under the name of the Janata Party,
which caused the ouster of Indira Gandhi, and Morarji Desai became the
Prime Minister and Chandrashekhar the President of the Janata Party, I
was a Yuva Janata activist and often met the famous star journalists
of the time at the Janata Party press conferences. Some of them liked
me very much, perhaps because I used to smile too much those days.
They were later to give me some useful tips, guidance and actual
professional help when I did launch The DayAfter.
Of the politicians of that time, I
have great respect for Piloo Mody and he was very fond of me. I learnt
many useful lessons of politics and life from him. For example, he
taught us that though honesty does not actually pay in modern times,
we should never give it up. He also showed us that to be an active
politician one did not have to be corrupt. And the most valuable thing
he taught us was that the country was above the individual and freedom
was the most valuable asset of a society which we must guard with all
the power at our command. He was a unique person who was equally
respected and trusted by his followers and rivals and had the courage
to walk about with a badge on his lapel announcing "I am a CIA Agent"
to scoff at the stupid witch-hunt which some vendors of intolerance
tried unsuccessfully to initiate. It was Piloo Mody who sent me to
Rajiv Gandhi to see if I could work in some of his projects. Of
course, Indian politics did fascinate me at that time. It still
fascinates me. It was then that I was told to see Indira Gandhi.
In 1984, Indira Gandhi was killed,
throwing the entire nation into a state of turmoil and tension because
she had been killed by assassins who happened to belong to a minority
community. Nobody cared to take note of the fact that she, too, by
marriage, belonged to a minority community. It showed clearly how
people never saw into the day after when they were caught in the
madness and frenzy of today. I became closer and closer to Rajiv
Gandhi, because like all of us, he was young, straightforward and not
used to the crooked and complicated ways of traditional politics,
popularly called experience. I shared many of my fascinations and
weaknesses with him. I had a weakness for photography. He, too, had a
weakness for photography. I had a weakness for computers and
information technology. Rajiv Gandhi also had a weakness for computers
and information technology. I had considerable intolerance for crooked
and complicated communal and caste politics.
He too had distaste for such
politics and the petty-minded things that went with it. I had firm
faith and hope in the young people of India. Rajiv Gandhi, too, had
great faith in young India and young Indians. He was a tolerant
Congress leader, something unknown in the Congress after Nehru and
Gandhi. I, too, had considerable faith in the principle of tolerance
as an essential factor for a healthy democracy. I believe that all
conflicts and wars which brought disastrous day afters, began with
intolerance, impatience and prejudice, highly illogical and irrational
traits among individuals and societies. I broached my very private
ambition of bringing out The DayAfter to Rajiv Gandhi. He
smiled, approved the name and asked: "Who gave you that name? I told
him what I have written above.
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