Much ado is being made yet again about the Gandhi parivaar (family) and its dynastic politics, by none other than our super hero the Prime Minister of India who is using it perhaps for the umpteenth time as a war cry to rally support in lieu of his un-kept promises and those that weren’t kept by his local chieftains.
But, of course, much and more is being made of the #DeepVeer wedding as well, and that Abram wants Amitabh to stay at Mannat. Not to forget Sapna Chowdhari, who is all the rage these days among Hindi seekers, or “Thugs of Hindustan”, which achieved the dubious distinction of being a movie about thugs, releasing on the anniversary celebration of the biggest thuggery to have happened to this country—which isn’t demonetisation as you would believe, but perhaps something more sinister, which I’m sure I’ll be able to identify after having counted all hairs on my head. Nevertheless, it shall be sooner than Urijit Patel took to count the exchanged notes.
He didn’t show courage, and, despite being the Home Minister, removed the ban on his ideological mentor in the RSS, after its link to Mahatma Gandhi’s murder was established. And now, the institution he is entrusted with, the Reserve Bank of India, is being run down by the whims of an imbecilic megalomaniac.
Under the circumstances, when the media is ready to submit to the Prime Minister’s insinuation, it leaves people with no chance to lap up every drop of honey-sweet wisdom dripping from his mouth, and spinning around stories to contextualize his every gibberish hypothesis. Besides shooting at celebrities (in public interest) who are spotted leaving a pub, restaurant, airport, stadium, zoo, kitchen, bathroom, garden, portico, or hospital, one could easily argue without being sincere (rather, half in jest) that one might pursue with a certain style of politics, business, reporting, or acting, only if it accrues such enormous dividends, even for the opposition, or to totally unrelated people without making a dent on one’s own interest.
Magnanimity, after all, is also a trait.
Gandhi sells. And Patel knows.
Didn’t get that? Well, it wasn’t meant to make sense either. We are long past times when making sense made sense.
Check this out. For every Congress Party there is a BHAJAPA. For every Times Now, a Mirror Now, for every Zee News, a Zee Salam, for every Dainik Jagran, an Inqalab, for every failed promise a Nehru, for every tragedy a meme. What a shame.
Coming back to the Congress and its brand of politics, it is to their credit that (regardless of their competitive communalism that called for a certain Modi not to be incarcerated a Lalu way) they still had the appetite to contend with a Mamata Banerjee and Sharad Pawar, not sized a Shankar Singh Vaghela way or a defiant Amarinder Singh, not trivialized as a Keshubhai Patel. Of course not, it never displayed any hunger for power that would commit it to exterminate one of its own, the Haren Pandya way.
It is to their credit the way they pass on their chair without much fuss whether it be related to the office of prime minister, or office of party president. They seem to be unfazed with a leadership role even when their rivals have been found running down Delhi and Lucknow, playing one upmanship, in 2013, prior to Modi’s announcement as the Prime Ministerial candidate, and in Lucknow on the eve of UP assembly results in 2017.