The dance of democracy

The world’s largest democratic battle is being fought, the battle lines are drawn, stances taken, positions made and the contingents are ready. Anyone, who is an outsider, would see muck, drama everywhere. We, as Indians have sadly stooped so low that we have used all kinds of mudslinging grenades on each other. Nothing is sacred all can be used. We don’t stop short of anything. As, a citizen of this country, and as a woman do I feel pride in this elections? No. The length and breadth of this country is sacred, she is meant to be safeguarded but what are we fighting on … we are dividing on lines of caste, community, religion so deeply and so definitely that all the scars get green again. No one lets them heal, it’s like a scab that one picks and picks again, so that fresh blood erupts. In my own state of Punjab, what happens is that we bring the old ghost of ’84 again to haunt us? Why do you dupe the voters time and time again? Why don’t you address the issue of drugs, rampant use of chitta powder, bhukki? Where is the clean water? One scion of the ruling party who has jumped so many parties, made so many bed fellows that it is difficult to trust his ideology keeps on claiming he was the forerunner of RO water in Bhatinda, well Sir, where is the love for Punjab ? Aren’t we a part of it? Or did Bullae divide his love and was selective? Why are we all selective in developing our own havens? Did we do something wrong? Doab, the most progressive basin of Punjabis, has no leader to stand for it; I think I need to stand for elections! The newest entry into the scenario AAP has more jokes in its platter than the inevitable Santa Banta. A party, that is forming, which will be a force to be reckoned with in a few years time. The time for change is inevitable , such is the law of nature. Congress, an albatross is a spent force in the state and keeps on putting its foot in the mouth with irresponsible statements, and the ruling Akali -BJP combine is facing problems with the Punjabis asking about the lack of infrastructure the despair of roads and the menace of drugs. However, the edge is there, where the charisma of Badal will sway the rural voter to vote for a utopian mirage of a better future. Don’t we always live for hope? I always do, I always feel the leaves will change the flowers will blossom, and fall again. The problem with all our respected politicians and the bureaucrats is that we think we have time , but it is not so . A slightly abridged line by Buddha . However, I don’t want be slandered, maligned like the newest gaffe done by one of our tallest leader who in his zeal to promote a BJP leader changed the shabad of the Guru. Sir, be a sycophant, but to stoop so low to change the scriptures … well well they didn’t teach you so well ! We, still yearn for the things that matter the most , we still want roti ,kapda makaan and the ones who read this all have these basics but we are a bitter lot , we still don’t choose a better future but carry on embittered with a thorn. Sir, Madam , worry about Punjab , worry about India , she cradles us . The change my forefathers saw was not for this debt ridden, cancer struck , youth intoxicated in the dream land of drugs, a country where women are not safe to walk on , my state where girls are killed aborted ruthlessly because you never gave her the right Y chromosome to be a boy /man who would drink drive the fortune away but would have the right organ to light the pyre. I fear for the rise of right wing politics that would again put me in a minority … can I be a part of the saffron hindutava even if I am a Indian and a sikh and that too a woman? Would the RSS accept this ? I wonder , so much just like Alice in Wonderland …. About the Red Queen.