A Queen with her coterie at her command and a prince treading rough terrains to improve his understanding and a whole herd of dalals at command capture the state of affairs of this country which heads to celebrations of ceremonies. The occasion is another reminder, though somewhere deep buried, that the nation is a republic.
An old man, who spent most of his productive years abroad, sowed seeds of kingships veiled in the romanticism of democracy, by institutionalising cult of installing foreign bred at high offices. A whole era has passed by now and it is quite in the fitness of the things that one should sit down at a remote corner of India Gate lawn, overseeing the architecture of monarchy, with President's House overseeing centres of power at South and North Block, to reflect on country's state of the affairs and people whizzing past to meet their mundane works.
First look at the person who occupies the palatial building at the President's House, which spreads into acres of land and employs hundreds of people at the expense of tax payers' money for ceremonial work. Can the person inspire even a single man or a woman or rather ask a commoner what made the person to earn a position at the imposing position?
Ask a question here: In Delhi alone there are 1,50,000 homeless people dyings dogs' deaths on city roads, when the institution of ceremonies occuply hundreds of acre here. Why and what for?
Then turn to the man who heads the courtiers' wings. He should have people's mandate to take the seat to shape the destiny of the country but not though he is into his second innings -- a rare feat.
The subject though dulling the mind then has to trun to the place where the seat of real power lies in and who she or he is. The place is not at the usual spot and rather it is at somewhere else. The buck stops there. All those in charge with the task of shaping fortune of the nation and a milling millions chasing big dreams drop down there in absolute homage.
Sixty years of republic and what kind of political sytem people are blessed with. The largest political party is a family owned enterprise. Even a layman investor feels shaky in putting his money into the stocks of family run business ventures.
Move on and look at the ministers in command at the centre. Dalals rule the most in this domain. Sugar prices soard three times and equally short times, bringing in huge fortune to all the mills of this commodity. This man has direct interest in this business and he singulary stoked the prices high -- unchecked and unpunished. Irony is that he inspires the most to the new chief of the single largest Opposition party. The list is long.
In the states, collective loot is taking place and again unchecked and unpunished. The laws are rather to chain the people in place of liberating them. The police appears to be one orgainsed gangster serving the interests of the dalals heading the establishment.
Triple the size of the organised economy happens to be that of the black money. Fortunes are stashed in Swiss banks. The tax base remains minimal. Prices are at sky thanks to the power of the black money --a great gift of about sixty years of this nation being a republic.
Let the mind slip six decades. The nation relied on borrowed leadership. All those who captured the front positions mostly hailed from rich families and were educated by foreigners. Genuine home bred leaders remained among the last man standing -- overawed at the flawless communication skills in the English language of the "leaders", who shared one thing in common that is they were all "theorists". The result was license raj, giving birth to the cult of dalals, faulty economic and foriegn policies, which in the end not only pushed the country much behind but also plagued the nation with cancerous neighbours.
The apologetics safely take recourse to a quote again of a foreigner which stated that "democracy is as good as the electorates", failing conveniently to note that a cancerous system first needs a sustained chemotherapy to again start "living".
A new independence movement must be somewhere taking birth -- from the cult of dalals, family worship, fatalism and perennial inferiority complex. Ceremonies have bored the people enough and now they can step back. Let a new republic be born which can satisfy aspirations of those who have gone into the jungles of naxalism or to other extreme forms of disenchantment.
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