I. One or the Other
Most Korean cop dramas built around complicated mysteries, intrigue, and political conspiracies follow certain overall patterns in their characterisation. While strong writing and direction keep them from feeling repetitive, the plot usually relies on a familiar set of elements: a principled character, often tormented by a past that fuels their justice-driven mindset, who is thrust into a situation surrounded by corrupt officials with only a single partner in crime, or an antihero who is pulled into moral obligation after finding themselves among a ragtag group of principled people. It’s always one or the other. However, while we can readily root for these characters on screen, it’s far harder to extend the same trust and understanding to officials in real life, where the reputation of government organisations, from the police to the legal system, is one that severely lacks respect, empathy, and any real sense of duty towards the common individual. So how, then, does one discern the good officers from the bad? In a sea of self-serving, power-tripping government employees, how does the common man figure out who to trust? As dystopian as it feels, it’s probably the person who seems to cause the dominant power structures the most “trouble” who appears to be the only one worth trusting.
A similar scenario plays out in the reputation that IAS officer Tukaram Mundhe has built, a tenure marked by a tenacity to challenge the corruption-driven status quo, which is only paid with continuous and challenging transfers issued in the name of administrative necessity. Mundhe has been transferred twenty-five times in twenty-one years of service, going from one increasingly convoluted department to another. In cities like Nagpur, Pune, and Mumbai, he targeted builder lobbies by dismantling illegal constructions and corrupt contracts that disrupted the income streams of local mafia-turned politicians and decimated their consolidated power. He also streamlined the public transport system in Pune by turning an inefficient and unsafe system into one that actually worked by enforcing strict discipline and cracking down on incompetence and absenteeism. He also ruthlessly cut inflated project costs he encountered as head of municipal corporations and actively worked to redirect public funds toward actual civic welfare.
But in a government run by inflated egos, connections, and money constantly exchanging hands, an officer of uncompromising ethics is usually an eyesore to most. Mundhe’s unflinching principles were therefore always met with political pressure and enforced bureaucratic submission through repeated transfers, to prevent an honest official from getting comfortable and familiar enough with a territory to root out biases and corruption at the base. This forces us to consider whether it is really honest officers that the system lacks, or rather an inability of the system to sustain them. However, Mundhe is more than just an officer. He is a case study for a broken system that hides behind administrative smoke and mirrors to mask the friction and ineptitude that cracks the foundation of our government.
Therefore, officers like Mundhe who implement financial discipline in a system run by informal arrangements and contractor networks and demand administrative accountability from staff who run on procrastination and are marred by their inability to show up on time become difficult to understand. Unlike dramas, corrupt governments rarely hide world-shattering secrets protected by a slew of murders. The sad reality is that it’s much more routine, almost instinctual, to take shortcuts. However, while Mundhe is at the forefront because of his large reputation, he is by no means the only one, and there is a reason why transfers are used as the ultimate democratic way to break the spirit of an honest official. It’s almost equivalent to psychological warfare since the government can rarely be openly hostile and unfair to its own, so it finds quieter, more devastating yet untraceable ways to achieve the same. An officer focused on improvement and deploying development policies, unfortunately, cannot do so unilaterally or in a vacuum. While IAS officers cannot be casually dismissed under the protection offered by Article 311 of the Indian Constitution, the bureaucracy rarely needs to say anything outwardly when it disagrees. It can merely stop responding. Like delaying approvals, or isolating individuals within departments and transferring them before they get a chance to form any sort of meaningful connection, is easy enough to do on repeat, and there’s only so long one can fight against stagnation before the building pressure breaks the camel’s back.
Such treatment of IAS officers specifically is therefore a direct sign. It’s a blaring smoke alarm that can’t just be shut off without addressing the cause. However, what’s worse is that such mistreatment doesn’t just impact the individual officers but has ripple effects that ultimately come to haunt the common man and disrupt the livelihood of all the people the bureaucracy was supposed to protect. Construction projects are delayed or poorly executed, and public controversies and financial irregularities are swept under the rug since a system obsessed with optics and making empty statements can’t be bothered to be meticulous and methodical. Therefore, Mundhe is not an exception. He is just one of the remaining who have either not yet adapted or left a system that refuses to improve. After all, how long can anyone be expected to keep uprooting their life, and their family’s, across state lines before the choice between principle and peace stops feeling like a choice at all?
This is finally where the drama and the reality part ways. On screen, the principled officer survives the isolation and the reshuffling because the story owes him a reckoning, a last episode in which the corruption is named and the audience is granted its catharsis. Mundhe owes no such episode. There is no finale at the end of twenty-five transfers, no swelling score, no handcuffs for the men who signed the orders, only the next posting and the one after that. We began by asking how the common man is meant to tell the honest officer from the rest, and the answer turns out to be unbearable in its plainness: you watch to see whom the system cannot tolerate. That we have learned to recognise integrity by tracking its punishment says nothing about Tukaram Mundhe. It says everything about the machine that keeps him moving, and about how little we have been taught to expect of it.
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