(Hello, I think, for most us Indians, this is a perfect topic to discuss while we dip chocolate cookies in our tea-cups and enjoy the evening cursing how nothing can be done to help our mother-land, so get ready, brew a cup.)
Premchand, the most iconic Hindi writer ever, in the year 1916 came with his short story 'Panch Parmeshwar'. Back then, India was a colony of the 'Great' Britain and First World War was on. In his story, he talks about how two friends, Jumman and Algu, give up on their materialistic and selfish motives when chosen as the head (panch) of a village-community-court (Panchayat) and speak in the voice of God, giving fair and justified decisions, hence standing up to the 'With great power comes great responsibilty' measure. Of-course, Premchand had seen a dream of a modern India where truth shall prevail and the 'power-ful' shall speak in a responsible tone, unlike the British. Unfortunately, almost a hundred years later, his dream is still a mere dream. The British left, but their spirit of "having a good time while the nation
succumbs to death" didn't.
It was just another boring day in the Parliament (for the MPs') and things were going pretty-bland, like everyday, random men were shooting random blame-bullets on random fellow parliamentarians, until the 'honorable' Minister of State for Social Welfare, Mr. V Narayansamy introduced a bill about giving 'reservation to SCs/STs in job promotions'. What followed was a perfect well-written bollywood like script, a drama full of political yells and yawps polluting the environment of the Temple of Democracy with slogans and farts, as the Samajwadi Party's MP, Mr. Naresh Aggarwal and the Bahujan Samaj Party MP, Mr. Avtar Singh Karampuri, got into a 'brawl' which resulted into a chain reaction of rage. The SP-men were, surprisingly, against the Bill while the BSP-warriors were for it, as expected. Forcefully pushing and cursing each other, they were in the middle of what can be seen as a wrestling match, allegedly in the in-fond memory of Late wrestler Dara Singh. The BJP heros joined the scene by raising a very interesting issue about Joining hands against Corruption with the BSP, which was a seen as an annoying intrusion in the private matters between the two wrestlers. While our dear PM, was as usual seen waiting for a permission from Madam jee to speak or not. Fearing that this might turn into a 'yaaay-lets-destroy-the-furniture-game', the match refree, Kurien adjourned the House till 2 PM.
A few months and sessions ago, same Parliamentarians, in a day-long debate on the Lokpal Bill were expected to perform the role of Premchand's 'Panch Parmeshwars'. But like today, most of them behaved like bullies, doggedly and shamelessly pursued their self-centred acts, justifying their unjust avocations. Another spectacle of low cunning at it's lowest water-mark.
I'm sure Premchand's soul just like the rest of the Aam-Aadmi is not in peace. Whatever happened today and has happened in the past, be it Jan-Lokpal Bill being mocked as Jan-JokePal Bill or Money being thrown here and there (as if it's a dance bar) in the Cash-for-Vote scam, our Leaders have always done their best to slap us in our faces and rape our mother, our country. Dr. Manmohan Singh and his office-men were very quick in asking for an apology from The Washington Post for calling him weak, but who is supposed to write us, fellow Indians, an apologetic note, for the heinous activities going on in the Temple? Or Yes, maybe like our PM has said before, in the account of the rising inflation rates, "I can't help it.".
These are the lyrics to a song I've written about this...
"Leaders"
Here walks in a leader,
wears a collar, shiny white;
stained with the blood,
red red, of the common herd;
he knows how to do it,
he knows how to reap;
cracks the spine, sucks the brain, oh,
he's a fuckin' leech!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I feel so bad, I feel so low,
I know you know, but you don't wanna show,
Cause you're too busy,
You're thin, you're dizzy
Bastards and retards, ruin the cities,
They chain your soul,
They rock, they roll,
Leaders you call them, leaders they are,
They infect your breath
They lead you to black
It's just another day,
I know, I sometimes crib,
But you know, I know you ignore,
our mother being raped.
No more greens
Trees are now weeds,
Money you want,
and money he speaks,
He sells your mom in markets,
People are shit
Votes are garbage...
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I feel so bad, I feel so low,
I know you know, but you don't wanna show,
Cause you're too busy,
You're thin, you're dizzy
Bastards and retards, ruin the cities,
They chain your soul,
They rock, they roll,
Leaders you call them, leaders they are,
They infect your breath
They lead you to black
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