Sunday, November 6, 2011

of the people... by the people.....YAWWWWN

Somebody pleeeeease put her to sleep. Give her a little sedative, will you? Or if you can roll up some hashish for her… even better! She needs something strong… something that would lead:

· Her brain to hallucinate that center has been nudged sufficiently to accede to her ever rising demand of extra goodies (as in fund)

· Her to lose the track of time, news and routine that would eventually help her to stop shedding more tears at the loss of one or more celebrity every other day (and may even live under the false conviction that Bhupen Hazarika is still very much alive).

· Her to visualize, she being woken up by the morning bell of the BigBen and then being driven to the Writers replaced Buckingham palace by her personal, old hand driver B.Basu and then is served a piping hot tea over the yet-to-be-outspread The Times (that hid the picture of her unveiling the London Kolkata Bridge for public use, with the chappals still on, within its fold)

· Her to believe that the coming years are also for her.

Maybe that day she might sit contented and let us to rest in peace.

“The Union Government has taken such a decision keeping the UPA partners in the dark”--- we, now, can see this coming whenever there is an inflation or an oil price hike, much much before she and her friends re-run them. Look at her face! Even after being the 2nd largest ally, even after ruling the roost here in West Bengal….or Bangla….or Paschim/Poschim Bangla/Bongo…. No participant of the bigger game is yet ready to acknowledge her “I want that Lollypop” whimsies. Come on, she is a woman after all. Listen to what she has to say (or yell) before anything. It is, after all, the woman reservations you’ve taught us all about… remember Mrs. UPA?

Why is she so worried about the latest hikes or at least is seen so? O… does it have anything to do with the coming Panchayat Poll or am I just being cynical of her integrity? Whatever, she is there again… shouting, clamouring, coming out with new polished good-to-listen intimidation of leaving her partner if no roll back of the latest hike is guaranteed and all such kindda stuffs she has excelled in.

(Take a break and take a minute to see how parties are being made within your party, how the municipalities are getting divided into lobbies and how are your people busy in extracting money from the common people in the name of muscle power. Even the local boys have turned thugs at the behest of your green netas. Audit and dig out the pelf from under the pillow of every local Counselor, municipality authorities, Pradhan, Sabhapati, Sabhadhipati, every Chairman and every such person vested with your ma-mati-manush interest. Your blame game will not save you. It is rotting and eventually it will stink making it more harder for you then to call down your refractory rebels ….. then the decomposing flower, stem and grasses are not far from the worms residing under the top-soil).

She, the dissenter of her own policies, is as much confused with every promise she had made as perplexed is our state with her name, our railway with her credit crunch, Communist with the choice of their path to reinstate their sovereignty in the state.

Please don’t pressurize her… it is only her few days in power. Strolling on the kachcha Sadak of the state and howling at the drop of the hat is way toooo better than handling those expectations, am I not right? Or am I right?

3 comments:

  1. This is why you can criticise a Political Leader today...dont forget that.. It may hav some inconvinience... Bt u can't expect perfect remedy anywhere...

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  2. perfect!!! who's even asking for perfection? We in West Bengal have learned to settle with 'adjustments' and a bit more "compromises", no matter how harshly/badly that may lead us to more inconvenience. we are overwhelmed to get things on hand which are as basic as "roti, kapda, makan".
    a few mavericks have managed to slip into politics under colourful banners and now tinkling with our soft, peace-loving hearts that in turn always refrain the lips from crying out foul.
    we are afraid to speak out at forums, grovel before America for favours, frightened even for asking leave from our Bosses and then hammer our head in solitude....PITY

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  3. Tatha, I must admire the satire... A bit of the dark side. Loved this post. Twisted, strange, bitter-sweet.

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