I am not doing justice to this bog since I became a fan of television debates. Watching political lunatics and clowns somersault between two sides of the same argument on daily basis is like I am on a joyride in Disneyland. Sheer amusement.
Public speaking is a skill. For many Indian politicians, politics is the ground to master that skill. I strongly urge anyone who is interested in mastering this art to tune yourself into one of the political debates that happen everyday on two television channels. I learnt how not to speak in public.
It is the fate of our nation to choose one among the following three in May. I have made up nicknames for these three lunatics - especially for those readers who are tired of hearing their names day-in and day-out.
- Mr Kills-a-lot
- Mr Coughs-a-lot
- Mr Cries-a-lot
I am sure it is straightforward from the nicknames who is who. I don't have to explain further. Should I?
Mr Kills-a-lot, a radical lunatic. Undoubtedly killed two thousand people about ten years ago. As the saying goes, "If one kills, it is murder. If a mob kills, it is revolution". He created a revolution against people by not acting against crime. Only because they belong to a different religion. A perfect example of action in inaction. An efficient administrator, as loyalists claim. A tea vendor, as he claims. A 'ruthless' idiot, as I claim.
Mr Coughs-a-lot, an immature clown. Surfed on a wave of anti corruption. Overthrown a fifteen-year old government in the capital. Only to give subsidies. Creates more poor in the streets of Delhi. Has no knowledge of economics. Absolute lack of intelligence on how things work. Stages protests against the centre. Self-proclaimed Gandhi'an - only in outfit. The day will come when he sits in front of his own office to protest against his own government. Surprise surprise. An 'uncorrupted' anarchistic fool on deck. A disgrace to common man. Premature death is around the corner.
Mr Cries-a-lot, a mama's boy. Riding on a surname that has nothing to do with his family. Scores brownie points from time to time by going against his own party men. Men? Sorry, men-of-straw. Nothing else to talk about except that he can climb on to roof of any vehicle. The climbing clown.
The fate of a nation lies with one of these jokers. Tragic, isn't it?
Choosing one among a 'dictatorial' tea vendor, a severely 'sick' anarchist, and a 'thumb-sucking' kid is trivial for common man. Bad among worse on the polling day. What happens next is the cause of concern.
Whatever happens would unmistakably translate into common man's blunder.
