My Dear Modi Ji I am not a very big fan of yours. And yet I have to give it to you. For singlehandedly garnering a majority that none ever imagined you were capable of. Numbers are numbers and they are not subject to any interpretation. Even if in a world of closed doors where the man with the key is the King, immediately after the results, when most were having a WOW moment, I had what one might call the ‘What now?’ moment. As the counting began, first there was denial, followed by minor resentment. Then a slight irritation that led to a bargaining with my mind. Finally there was acceptance. If you care to notice, all these are the five stages of grief. And the grief was for the death of a blind belief in the leaders of our nation. People believe what they want to, if it conforms to what they learned growing up at their mother’s feet. In this case it was my Daddy’s feet where I grew up believing in the Constitution led by a team I thought was capable enough to nurture my motherland. But I think the tragic flaw was the failure of communication. The citizens were talking but the leaders were never listening. And if stupidity were a crime, I think most of them would be serving life sentences. So after sixty six years I think it’s time to wrap the Indian flag around their conduct and give it a decent burial. As writers, we often have to keep going back to the beginning to see the end. If we turn back the pages I guess we started off as helpless citizens. Without a murmur we always gave in- to dynasties and emergencies, to cabbage governments and coalitions, to criminals and repulsive uproars in the parliament. We also gave umpteen chances for the perpetrators of bad behavior to reconsider and start afresh. But nothing happened. Somewhere along the recent roads of change, AAP was born and there was fresh hope for ‘We the People’. But replete with instances of reckless behavior, even the Aam party let us down. I hope they have learnt from you that one can catch more flies with honey than with anarchy. Even if the clinicians go by the book, the artists always go by their metaphorical guts. Initially my guts said that the nation would never accept you. Not with your flair for the dramatic or with your hands mysteriously handcuffed to a tawdry history. But it has! And even though I find it wounding, it is strangely comforting at the same time. Comforting because at last there will be a firm and a stable government. No bargaining. No sleeping with the enemies. No coalitions! And for a citizen that is what matters- that the nation is decisive and secure. And whoever is at its helm is thoroughly committed to its progress. Yes, there are still some wounded pockets in the country that may have forgiven but not forgotten what happened. So it is up to you now to regain their complete trust; by taking ALL of us so much ahead into the future that none has the need to look back into the past. We need the leader of our country to not only put together the lost pieces in the puzzles of history, but also to mend it. We need you to put your finger on the core of the nation and heal it. We, the citizens are not just passing on a title to you. We are assigning you a responsibility. A huge one! And we sincerely hope that what you lack in music you make it up in lyrics. Yours sincerely, An aam aurat with a khaas request :-} P.S. A word for our so called responsible reporters and journalists. As long as you confine your performances to ‘breaking news’ its fine. Please, don’t go about breaking people. You got your headlines. Now go get a conscience!
Posted on: Sun, 18 May 2014 02:47:46 +0000
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