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Wednesday, October 19, 2022

croakings of a Clumsy Frog -- 4

 

THE LAWS

HAVE

THEIR CLAWS

THAT FURTHER EXPLOIT

THE HUMAN FLAWS.

If those in power could take corruption to the extent of CWG, coal mines and 2G spectrum, thus writing it clearly on the wall at every nook corner that it’s how things are done. Everybody knew that corruption came perilously close to be synonymous with Congress. With the incentive of all this knowledge, the masses again voted these people into power in 2009. It proved that we aren’t just a poor helpless bunch of monkeys. We are in fact street smart guys who know how things get facilitated by creeping into the dusty corridors of governance through covert or overt means.

Manmohan Singh became the third longest serving PM of India after Nehru and Indira. It also proves that we Indians have a lot of digestion for the hereditary rule. If we are to believe in the system of royalty, Nehru the King and his royal family have long-standing prospects in our ruling affairs and rightly so. It’s as per our customs that we are comfortable with royalty and hereditary hold over knowledge, skills and rulership. Well, if it finds favour with the majority of my countrymen then a cribbing commoner like me should shut his mouth very tight. In fact, I’m keenly waiting for the Yuvraj to become the PM of India, which he will surely at least once.

When lacs of your own sons and daughters are taking pot-shots at you, think o mighty Hindustan think! Either you have turned out to be a very bad father or they are the worst of children.

I've an arrowed heart; its insensitive steel a check dam across the smooth flow of the river of my sensitivities. But more painful is the fact that the hands that pulled the string of the merciless bow are the hands of my own people. My Bhisma’s arrowed body with countless holes in it offers the outlets for the outflow of immeasurable sins committed by me and my near and dear ones.

It rains in the hills. Muck, shit, garbage, cow and people stink even more. But Ma Ganga gets a nutritious face pack. Its sediment-laden torrents gain victory over the errant child perennially shitting and pissing in its motherly lap.

While many an Indian PM delivered the costmary Red Fort speech, it has rained during the last leg of the monsoon season. It always appears to me that God pours water to wash some of our collective sins. Thank God, our cute to cumbersome PMs’ khadi appears spotless and clean.

We shouldn’t evaluate our status by analyzing shadows. Just because we have long shadows in the morning and evening doesn’t mean we are giants. If you think so then we are dwarfs at noon. So go for the substance fella. That will confirm the real status. It will puncture the ego, leak out extra air from the balloon of your existence and allow you to fly at a height where you deserve to be.

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