The crisp white kurta

The winter season sets in, and we all get busy in the regular rounds of marriages, bhog and akhand paths. I must warn you, I am not writing about the fairer sex nor am I writing about why the women of Punjab get possessed with the latest clothes, outsized bee shades or enough bling to blind anyone. They also get possessed with the words that didn’t exist before, base and primer. For the uninitiated I am not talking about the white washing and prep done for painting the house but just painting the face. Enough of this, we’d come to this another day. Today I wanted to write about the new breed of the politician that graces the occasion of these functions.

He belongs either to the ruling party or the opposite there are only two parties’ that exist in Punjab.  But, interestingly they both wear the whiter than white kurta pajama, made from the humble linen with a thread count that would put my Egyptian sheets to shame. The tailor who stitches is always a Muslim in some town of Malwa who has a long list of clients and stitches for the A- list politicians. This Tailor has a knack of making the clothes so tight that these men look as if something is keeping their spine straight. And then the young guy completes his ensemble with pointy leather shoes, which happen to be razor sharp; I wish that would have helped in razor sharp wit and cool in making Punjab a better place. The look is complete with the handle bar moustache and a pointy to the end and the de reguier designer watch and the Kara on the other wrist. He also carries two snazzy smart phones which have everyone’s number fed on them. This new breed sees politics as an answer to being busy. They all are dependent upon their fathers and some connection somewhere in the hierarchy and the ability to collect and mobilize youth to be a part of the crowd. The young strutting peacock that wears his plumage in shades of the rainbow and the whitest white that is always the envy. I mean, itni safedi, how and what do they use to vanish the dirt?

Pun intended.

If wearing white and crisp linen would help in solving Punjab and its boiling situation where we are being rocked by conspiracy every day I would gladly make everyone wear white every day . It is simple to hold protests, make a huge crowd and demonstrate and then even simpler to destroy public property. To actually find a solution peacefully, is what is a testament to a balanced politician who uses his brains and acumen wisely rather than rabble rousing to garner votes. The culture of attracting votes and to translate them into a victory over the other party remains the only aim now, and the heights or the lows which ever way one can take it is seen everyday where we bring relationships , any dirt we can dig out , finding past history’s or ones affairs. Why does that even begin to influence his or hers tackling the law order or the progress of the constituency?

Oh, I forgot , the whiter and more crisper the kurta the higher the standing. I have tried and failed miserably to convince Mianji that he might stitch me a white linen kurta so at least my posture might become straight but he says, sooha kurta is better for me and I think maybe the time has come for resurrection of the power of women.

I had to have the last word, you see.

We might save the unborn female and change the path of the land of five rivers where a sixth river has cropped up.