How to get rid of a person who gets stuck in your butt like a “freshly-used” chewing gum? Certainly not an easy situation to be in, but still it didn’t quite seem as if the Government’s only core-option to deal with it was a sudden post-midnight use of force. And they did it in that very strange way, inviting criticism from every corner. But one would wonder: at a time when they almost had a grip on the whole situation (thanks to a Technical-Sibal brain backed by some shrewd Prime Ministerial and Party Presidential support), then where was the need of taking such a gutsy-gusty decision?
Earlier, we have seen live on our TV screens, that how this simple looking but over-ambitious middle-aged self-declared messiah – Shri Ramkishan Yadav (yes, in case you don’t know it is still his non-celebrity real name) made a mess of everything. First, he traps himself into an unnecessary documented deal. Second, he tries to script a glamorous victory with a stupid sense of timing. Third, realizing all this self-created blunders, he loses his mind and gives disastrous explanations in front of his media ke bhaaiees. Fourth, he drinks “mineral water” (wonder, was it Kinley or Aquafina?). Fifth, he hides behind the Palloos and later, he himself becomes one. And the best of all, he redefines Satyahrah with the furious idea of creating an army. However, not a long time ago, things were pleasantly conducive for his side. His political ambitions were looking to take a stride with the obvious back-staged Sangh support and thousands of fat-bellied fans across the country, who themselves might have some secret bank accounts in countries famous for picturising impractical Bollywood romantic dreams. But then unfortunately, Politics and Pranayama are as different as Rajnikanth and Amol Palekar in their “reel” lives. So, sadly, the dream of superseding a modern Gandhi in taking on with the national causes has been broken for a while, and along with it, perhaps the motive of becoming a national leader as well. Now, his proposed journey from Shaastra to Shastra will be more interesting to see than a full one hour ride at the Disney World.
So, if it isn’t that good for the Yoga Guru, it is even worst for the troubled power at the centre. Though, the next big election is still some times ahead of its stage, but the crisis they are facing are still far from over. Because, unlike laptops, petroleum is never going to get any cheaper; the “neighbors” are never going to turn “friendly”; and from 2G to CWG, the deep-rooted “G” (for Ghotala) factor is here to stay… isn’t that Sonia “G“? The funny (and perhaps positive) side of it is that when politicians throw mud at each other, we know they make both sides look dirtier and sillier.
The good thing is, for us, all the innocent home-loan seekers, budget basmati-eaters and gossip hungry channel switchers, the Great Indian Tamashas are never going to end. After all, it’s all in our blood. We grew up in a country where rich people hide Tijories under their beds and keys under their pillows. We grew up in a society where a neighbor’s new color TV was a bad news for all the hard-working husbands and used to become the next trigger for silly inter-household competitions. And now we are grown-ups. We wake up late and walk past the white Mercedes running on the unplanned streets of our own miserable cities. We glance at the news paper headlines standing near the traffic points but never bother to buy it from the under-aged hawkers. And at the end of the day, most of us are happy to buy cheap Chinese electric rackets to kill the even poorer mosquitoes in our balconies. We are proud of our nine point GDP, even if it means that there are more cell phone users then toilet users in our country. It’s all a part of our big living – the white clothed politicians, the grey markets and the invisible-like-ghost “black money”. Since clearly, India is a place of contrasts and conflicts and bound to stay like that… Or else, where will we get our natural diet of “entertainment” news?
