Power is heady, addictive and corrupt. Once you taste power you will cling to be there come hell or high water. Look at the old Netas.... what is the collection of antiques at the helm of affairs doing there? creating a geriatrics ward?
If common people are eased out at 60 because they are no more the agile, alert humans they once were, the thirst for power keeps politicians at 70-80 still young and capable of governing a big Democracy like India!
No? Then why are they pursuing netagiri with single-minded devotion, immune to kosi's wrath, mahanadi's mayhem and Bajrang Dal's brutality against Christians, closeted in their ivory towers, dreaming of winning the general elections just round the corner, to grab power once again?
Power gives the right to donate someone's land to your friend, legalise a structure in the middle of the road, create a slum where ther was none, hold back a planeload of aam janta for your late arrival and go globe trotting with your extended clan spending the tax payers' money!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
This is me
This is me. I live my life thinking about me. What am I going to do today? Call up a few friends, arrange to hang out, grab a bite, take in a movie basically do everything that I want to do to make me happy. This is me. What are the other things I love to do? Lets squeeze those in. Its great to be living life king-size as the ad goes. Have tons of stuff going on so maybe go onto facebook and let the world know - man, life's a ride, a long weekend, I am living it up. This is me.
And in the background of this hectic, happening, awesome life there's stuff happening that sticks like little yellow post-it notes way back on the noticeboard. Take down the salsa classes and the shoe-shopping and whoaa whats that? Some one else, another person, another someone like me? Naaah they're not having such a great time. Hell no, they're being beaten up, and Oh my god! burnt alive Good Lord! Why? Why? What? there's a truckload of reasons why and not a single one makes sense!! Because would it make sense? to thrash the living daylights out of someone, another someone (like me?) Oh man. Tough. Wrong place wrong time. Shit happens. Next.
But hang on a minute, what if I'm next?
BIG FAT WAKE UP CALL. Now's the time to make some noise. Now's the time to ask those questions. Now's the time to snap out it. Because I've a dirty feeling I know who's next!
And in the background of this hectic, happening, awesome life there's stuff happening that sticks like little yellow post-it notes way back on the noticeboard. Take down the salsa classes and the shoe-shopping and whoaa whats that? Some one else, another person, another someone like me? Naaah they're not having such a great time. Hell no, they're being beaten up, and Oh my god! burnt alive Good Lord! Why? Why? What? there's a truckload of reasons why and not a single one makes sense!! Because would it make sense? to thrash the living daylights out of someone, another someone (like me?) Oh man. Tough. Wrong place wrong time. Shit happens. Next.
But hang on a minute, what if I'm next?
BIG FAT WAKE UP CALL. Now's the time to make some noise. Now's the time to ask those questions. Now's the time to snap out it. Because I've a dirty feeling I know who's next!
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