ELECTION FESTIVAL IN THE OFFING
Like death, elections are inevitable in any parliamentary democracy. Only the timing is a matter of suspense. Just like an ordinary mortal with healthy habits & family history of longevity is likely to live for 70-80 years similarly election come every five years (with occasional mid term polls) & are no less colorful than the famous “Kumbh Fair” where sinners & saints gather to better their fortunes by taking a dip in the confluence of holy rivers.
People try their best to get a party ticket to contest elections a stepping stones to riches, fame & power. Those who are left in the race but are influential or stupid or gamblers try their luck as independents.
Months of noise, hustle & bustle is followed by an eerie silence & then the climax is unfolded the victors celebrate like there is no tomorrow & the vanquished vanish like rats just before storm. Graffiti, festoons & placards make the whole country look like a carnival with occasional gun shots & booth rigging.
Money, muscle & mistress are pressed in to service with liquor & sumptuous meal for the foot soldiers depending on the strength of the party. Star campaigners hop across the country like poets in the festival of colors called Holi.
The story does not end after elections there is jockeying for ministerial birth the license to mint money & pay back dividends to the stake holders called supporters. Then follows a game of musical chairs by reshuffling & transfer of civil servants loyal to the person in the seat of power.
The power equation changes over night. The suspense continues in case the ruling party has slim majority & lots of horse trading takes place with sting operation galore duly televised. I feel irritated to see the whole city swimming in a sea of graffiti & traffic jams everywhere.
Frankly, I do not find any one worthy of my vote but dutifully stand in the queue to have the false sense of being god for a moment. Or may be I do not want to be called an idiot.
Would like to know your reaction!
People try their best to get a party ticket to contest elections a stepping stones to riches, fame & power. Those who are left in the race but are influential or stupid or gamblers try their luck as independents.
Months of noise, hustle & bustle is followed by an eerie silence & then the climax is unfolded the victors celebrate like there is no tomorrow & the vanquished vanish like rats just before storm. Graffiti, festoons & placards make the whole country look like a carnival with occasional gun shots & booth rigging.
Money, muscle & mistress are pressed in to service with liquor & sumptuous meal for the foot soldiers depending on the strength of the party. Star campaigners hop across the country like poets in the festival of colors called Holi.
The story does not end after elections there is jockeying for ministerial birth the license to mint money & pay back dividends to the stake holders called supporters. Then follows a game of musical chairs by reshuffling & transfer of civil servants loyal to the person in the seat of power.
The power equation changes over night. The suspense continues in case the ruling party has slim majority & lots of horse trading takes place with sting operation galore duly televised. I feel irritated to see the whole city swimming in a sea of graffiti & traffic jams everywhere.
Frankly, I do not find any one worthy of my vote but dutifully stand in the queue to have the false sense of being god for a moment. Or may be I do not want to be called an idiot.
Would like to know your reaction!
posted by vaneet kundra at
Saturday, March 07, 2009
2 Comments:
Dear Vaneet,
You have beautifully put down what happens a-la elections, before, during and after. Is this the meaning of democracy? Surely, Abraham Lincon would be shivering and suffering in his grave! Why has such a culture come to our country, far far different from what it was since the time we were all shepherds to a few centuries ago? The deadly and periodic invasions by foreigners on Bharat, perhaps, but even their first profession was of shepherds to which I belong even today. So, where have things gone wrong? It is easy to deduce that Bharat was created by God as an ideal Nation started by shepherds, and, polluted time and again by invasions from the not -so blessed shepherds of foreign lands. Bharat has been tortured, bled, looted and victimised over a long period. Even today we are led by the prominent influence of the un-blessed shepherds clan of foreigners in the form of Jihadis, Media controllers, so-called progressed Nations, Sonia and her un-disclosed clout and the Nehru-Gandhi dynastic clan, tainted to the core, but unknown to the majority of population of the country. A very high percentage of fool-hardy shepherds clan of Bharat ignorantly/wilfully for self-agrandisement/forcefully converted in to different religios thoughts, mis-guidedly support the evil designs of the foreign shepherds clan to bring misery and suffering to Akhand Bharat, the devine creation of God! THIS HAS TO BE COUNTERED WITH FULL FORCE, and God shall be with us. Jai Hind, jai jawan, Jai Kisan, Vande mataram
Dear Cdr Khilari,
We are passing thru a dark tunnel for a long time but i am optimistic, that a new dawn is waiting for us in shape of Narendra Modi who is invincible. Though selfish interests are not letting him come to the forefront, but one day he will come. I think. he is our Obama. Many people will not agree with me, i know that.
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