There are books written by many investigative journalists which unravel the mystery behind the spectacular life of espionage of renowned spies like Kim Philby of MI6, Markus Wolfe of the Stasi, Aldrich Ames of the CIA and so on. But there is little public knowledge of any of the major real-life spy stories associated with India’s external intelligence agency, the RAW (curiously called ‘Research & Analysis Wing‘!). I have read B.Raman, who retired from RAW and wrote newspaper columns on security issues, mention that R.N.Kao, who used to head RAW in the 1970s, being regarded as one of the top six spy masters in the world during his time by the French Intelligence service. However, Raman didn’t give out much information as to why he was regarded so highly and what his achievements were. Given such a history, I was naturally excited when I found that this book was a novel written by an ex-RAW official and that it was based on the true story of Roben Singh, who worked in RAW in the 1990s and spied for the US, just like Aldrich Ames did for the USSR while employed by the CIA. I thought I would get an insight into the way India’s external Intelligence agency worked and the sort of questions that engaged the organization. Unfortunately, the book is such a damp squib, leaving the reader with the impression that RAW is just a bureaucratic and inept organization, hobbled by a whole lot of constraints and lack of security awareness among its own employees!
The book starts by laying the background to the suspicion that Ravi Mohan (proxy for Roben Singh) was copying documents from RAW and taking them home for possible transfer to a foreign agent. This happens inside the first thirty pages and then till page 300, it is a boring narrative of secretly watching him, taping him, recording him and more watching and recording him and so on. Perhaps, real life spy craft is just drab, unexciting and repetitive like this rather than the dashing adventure of blondes, brunettes and redheads that one sees in the Bond movies. But this is purported to be a novel, rather than a memoir. So, the author has the freedom to embellish the novel with a bit of his imagination. Instead he chooses to be a poor story teller as he goes on endlessly spitting out the dull conversations between the RAW officials, looking for concrete evidence to nail Ravi Mohan. It seems as though the author just wanted to write a memoir on this case by just changing the names. The final 30 pages, when Ravi Mohan gives the slip to RAW and escapes to the US and the Epilogue, which contains the author’s views on the case and other related issues, are the only interesting parts of the book. In the end, there is really no indication as to the nature of the sensitivity of the documents that Ravi Mohan had transferred to the foreign agent. So, one is left with the impression that a rather incompetent, two-bit spy in RAW did some treachery by transferring material to foreigners and then escaped easily through Nepal even as he was under watch by RAW all along.
The book has the usual tone of retired and disgruntled govt officials and bureaucrats in painting a dismal picture of the departments they worked for. There are the accounts of internal politics in RAW as well as the inter-organizational politics between RAW and the IB (Intelligence Bureau). In addition, there is the familiar warning that Pakistan’s ‘highly efficient’ ISI (Inter-Services Intelligence) has successfully infiltrated every government department in India whereas India is just blundering along without much of a clue. What is odd is that when one reads Pakistani newspapers, one finds that they write about how the ‘efficient’ RAW has infiltrated deep into Pakistan and has managed to pull off successful sabotages inside Pakistan! I even remember reading Tim Werner’s book on the CIA, “The Legacy of Ashes”, which paints an account of how CIA stumbles from one disaster to another, whereas developing nations have an image of the CIA as something which can pull off regime changes at the drop of a hat because of their efficiency! The only passage in the book where there is some perceptive observation is in the Epilogue when the author writes about investigative journalism. He writes: “…Investigative journalism is akin to running an intelligence operation. In both cases, building an asset is a tortuous process, fraught with prospects of frequent failures. It demands enormous investments and painstaking efforts over a long period of time. But, who has the time and patience to pick the chaff from the grain..?” Perhaps, this explains why we see so little of credible investigative reports in the Indian media.
Overall, a disappointing book.