Please Don’t Die…
I came across a real smart blog post here: Talpita’s Why politicians don’t commit suicide?
And I call this post smart because it got me thinking. It is indeed a thought provoking ‘thought’ that raises many questions [so many that it makes me want to write about it immediately!].
Now politicians are a unique breed. Something like the mushrooms which grow from within the earth that has bodies buried. And literally, politicians seem to thrive on dead bodies. So a politician, my dear readers, is unique because however much the world around them deteriorates, they continue to thrive. They are like CEOs of sinking companies who end up making tonnes of money. How? Simply by sucking the blood of the people who are forced into voting for them and to these same people, politicians promise ‘promises’ year after year which of course are in vain. Do you now know where the phrase, “Promises are meant to be broken” come from?
Well, it doesn’t end at broken promises but it definitely begins at the huge amounts of money they dream of making while they are at it. Take for example, Miss Mayawati, the way in which she has accumulated wealth, built statues and aspires to be the prime minister of our country, makes her the most eligible spinster, doesn’t it?
And to get to such a position, one requires huge aspirations at the cost of anything and when I say anything, it does mean anything and everything. In short, she doesn’t care two hoots about the same villagers who vote for her. It doesn’t matter to her if the poor are paid peanuts for the piece of land she wishes to acquire for her personal regard. And if she weren’t Mayawati she would have paid through her nose to buy it.
And coming westward, our very own lion or tiger [I am not sure which animal, as both might be extinct in the near future] is not very far behind. There are no statues yet [Or I have missed them!] but there is a fortress nevertheless. So if the tiger or lion asks you to growl, growl you shall. If he mewls, mewl you will! Not other dialect please! Else you will be imposing on him which he of course cannot tolerate.
So I guess, our very diverse India has many such breeds of politicians who in turn are unique in their own respective lairs, who continue to live their lives king-size while the common voting man who hopes [the ever hopeful man!] for some respite. But, man will continue to carry the burden of the lavish lifestyles of the so-called politicos or better called, ‘netas’ who continue to bury the common man further into the ground!
Being alive and kicking they cause us so much grievance, imagine them being dead? Whoa…dreadful thought! No, not because we love them but because of the collateral damage that will ensue. States will be shut down and in order to bring it to an immediate halt; shops, cars, homes and the same voting banks will be looted, beaten up and burnt. More drama. Truckloads of flowers will be wasted. Streets would be flooded with people, who apparently have come to pay their last respects. The police force, the Para-military and God knows who would be involved to keep the devotees at bay. Death anniversaries will be declared holidays. News channels will waste precious public time to screen the tributes and perfectly practiced speeches.
But it definitely makes or huge amounts of fodder for the print and TV. But let’s not let this happen please! Why? Because they are politicians? Hell no! Because we are the ones who end up paying for all of this tamasha; flowers and statues, and blah!
So please don’t die, Mr/Ms. Politician!!! Spare us some money…troubled times ahead!