‘Anna Vs Government’ drama has given us a new hope

Average Indians prefer to live like Zombies. They slumber when Anna fasts; they do nothing more than watching news channels when swami Ramdev is humiliated. They prefer to turn their faces indifferently away from all sorts of mass movements because they are deeply convinced that all such demonstrations are futile. 

The dismal degradation of our national character has bred a generation of selfish and corrupt politicians who lack the earnestness to fathom the sorry plights of the common mass. They frame such laws and use such manipulations that nation’s wealth is pocketed by a coterie of businessmen and politicians (CWG and 2G spectrum scams are the fresh examples) ,which in turn causes inflation and a decline in the common men’s  standards of living.  

Corruption has many forms and its various, known and still unknown, forms evolve with changing times and changing Government laws. It is adaptive and heavily branched. And on the tip of each branch many greedy monkeys sit and grin together. They sit at such a great height that they always remain beyond the reach of common mass and grin slyly at our stupidity. 

Anna would have reaped the same bitter treatment from the Government, which the Government had earlier applied on Sri Ramdev-the ruthless use of force to suppress the voices against the cheaters of nation’s wealth. But this time Government could not garner enough strength because the wind of public support foiled all of their political gimmicks and tricks.    

    

In Indian politics the ideals of true statesmanship is a missing element. Now People have learnt not to expect any sense of loyalty from our MPs or MLAs. However, the colossal leadership vacuum in our political arena persistently threatens us with both political and economic insecurities. 

The ‘Anna Vs Government’ drama has given us a new hope not because the protesting public could bend the elected representatives but because the elected representatives thought about the betterment of the nation rising above individual party lines. However, chances cannot be ruled out that the new-born astuteness of our politicians is a temporary disguise to avert public wrath.

A drunkard, an umbrella and me.

All of a sudden it rained so heavily that I could not bike further. I was undone in the middle of a naxal infested jungle where robbery was a common incident. I could not move ahead so I turned the bike’s engine off. I went to a road-side mango tree and sheltered myself under it. I found that I was not alone there.  A heavily drunk man was fallen at a little distance from me. Perhaps my presence now activated him and he rose from the ground. He had a cycle which had fallen on the ground with him. Very staggeringly, now the man and his bicycle stood on the rain. The man was unable to decide what to do. With his head downward he had clasped his bicycle and the raindrops were hitting him hard. I was amazed to see that the drunken man had an umbrella tugged in the rear part of his bicycle but he was completely drenched and hard hit by the bucketing rain. His senses were unable to respond the situation.

I saw the pitiable situation of the alcoholic. By that time I was also half wet as the tree was no way a good shelter against the heavy downpour. No one was there. And the rainfall prompted me to go to the drunkard. I dragged him to the tree where I had previously taken shelter. I pulled his umbrella and opened it over my head and the drunk sat at my feet in a half sleepy state. The good thing was that both of us were now well protected from the rain. We continued shivering for more than an hour in the humid windy afternoon although the umbrella proved to be a good protection.

The rain was still continuing and the drunk slowly regained his consciousness. He stood up and told me that he would go now. I said nothing and was holding his umbrella. He walked away from the umbrella and tried to ride the bicycle. His cycle started to roll on the road. I called him with a shout and told him to take his umbrella but he did not look back. Perhaps he was happy that he was able to ride the cycle even though he was drunk.

He would feel that he was most fortunate.

A man married a lady. They lived together and loved each other very much. Every night the wife would sleep peacefully hugging her husband. The husband would feel on cloud nine to see his loving wife sleeping in his arms. He would feel that he was most fortunate.

Time went on. One and a half years latter a cute baby was born to them. The couple loved the baby very much. Whole day long they would be busy in rearing the child. Now the husband and wife did not find time for each other.

Now every night the wife used to turn her back to the husband and put her arms gently round the sleeping baby. The mother and child would forget the world in a strange togetherness. And the husband would sleep alone peacefully; fully convinced that he was the most fortunate man on earth.

Transformation

He was a clerk in a Government office and he had to take bribe because his medical expenses were beyond his fair means.

One day he was caught red-handed.

He was suspended from his job. During his suspension period he went to an ashram. He spent his life in spiritual practice and understood that life is transitory but soul is eternal. He slowly understood the secrets of a spiritual life.

Two-month latter he was re-instated in his job. This time he did not take bribe. He placed a donation box on his working table and fixed a printed notice on it that said, “Donate whole-heartedly for construction of Temple.”

13th Aug, Gangadhar Jayanti at College

friendship and ego

They were two friends but that day something happened and they shouted at each other at the top of their voices. They pointed each other’s errors and the flower of friendship existing between them was torn apart. Their egos clashed and the pristine beauty of souls diminished. Mutual love disintegrated and feelings of rancor took its place. The two friends now behaved as strangers to one another. And the tragedy was that a beautiful relationship died when they were still alive…………… (Now the story is completed in two ways)

First option

The next day was Friendship day. The celebration of friendship and togetherness had filled the air. Many young boys and girls tied friendship bands to their beloved friends. In the company of friends, everyone enjoyed life. That day the evening was most splendid. The sun happily set in the west and night approached the earth with dancing and partying of many friend-groups. A lot of stars twinkled in the sky together in heavenly blue sparkles.

But the two friends still preferred to remain in the narrow folds of their individual egos. They remained strangers to each other and continued……..They became like boats tied to the shore, unmoved and lifeless. They were strongly tied to their egos and missed expansion and human evolution.

Second option

The next day was Friendship day. The celebration of friendship and togetherness had filled the air. Many young boys and girls tied friendship bands to their beloved friends. In the company of friends, everyone enjoyed life. That day the evening was most splendid. The sun happily set in the west and night approached the earth with dancing and partying of many friend-groups. A lot of stars twinkled in the sky together in heavenly blue sparkles.

But the two friends still preferred to remain in the narrow folds of their individual egos. They remained strangers to each other and continued. The clock ticked off. It was 11pm. At this late hour the mobile of one friend beeped and an SMS flashed, “Rascal! Hw long shall I wait? Com immediately wid sum Chiken Tikka and take my friendship rope (Not Friendship Band) & hang urself. I hav prepared ROTI.”

N.B. chose the second option because A boat tied to the shore cannot move and a man tied to ego cannot improve.