The national ruling party, a prideful bunch of “honourable” men (as honourable as the noble Brutus) have been enjoying the spoils at the centre for the second consecutive time. They have been doing, what they profoundly acclaim as “Bharat Nirman”.
To these good-men of India – the lot of most “honourable” people in the country, the ones who roam around with red beacons and lead the en masse (crazy crowds ratting out their names), I question.
I question not their authority, not their attitude, but their motif. I question. I question, not as a voter, not as a citizen, but as a human. I question.
Most high! Most mighty! O Dear Minister of mine! Why doth thou lie so low?
I voted for thou, and I am no more a happy man. I showed trust in thou, and I am no more a happy man. I hath faith in thy governance, and I am no more a happy man. But of course, I shall vote for thou again, for thou is an honourable man.
Thou proclaimed, “Give me a second chance, and I’ll do wonders. Show me the crown again, and I’ll not be greedy.”
And so doth thou proclaim again.
And so will my fellow citizens show thou the chair again, for thou isn’t a bandit, but a man of honour.
The poor hath cried, but not a single tear shed from thy eyes. The Commonwealth molested, raped and savaged, but not a single tear shed from thy eyes. But, I shall vote for thou, for thou is an honourable man.
Thou hath always been ambitious, ambitious to bring thy family members into the ruling coalition, ambitious to overlook thy own mistakes. Ambitious!
Ambitious to show arrogance to thy member parties. Ambitious to overlook the national good over thy petty profits. But, don’t thou worry, for thou is a man of honour.
And I’ll vote for thou. For I fear, if I wrong the honourable man, the heavens will blaze forth this incredible country of mine.
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