Switching on an Indian news channels
is like watching daily soaps on Star Plus.
The only difference is that the
mud-slinging, the telling taunts and the vicious jibes are for real. The froth
of deception is so deceitful; you might lose all appetite for dinner.
Then there is the weekly trailer
when Mr. Kejriwal comes on with his fresh dossiers of whodunnits. The complex
plots and sub-plots unfold as he and Bhushanji go about unveiling the latest
Ravanas in our midst and their “Kaala Kartuts” supported ably nowadays with some real-life
disshum-disshum.
This is followed by the Anirban Roy,
the bespectacled media Robinhood who holds his well coordinated durbar
spectacularly every night at 9 pm. On his panel, the daily stars of Congress and
the BJP who only make sense to each other. They collude and accuse the media,
the Kejriwals and rest of 1.2 billion people that they have no right to be
poking their noses in the workings of the parliament.
We the complying idiots soak this
all in day after day, to the point that we start believing their lies. It is
true; we the people have no say in whatever happens in the Parliament.
But then every five years we are
called upon to vote. Why?
In the end, the black ink mark on
the voting finger is nothing but a metaphor for burning our fingers. Voting for
Congress or BJP is as good as jumping from fire into the frying pan.
So what now Mr. Kejriwal?
So what now Mr. Kejriwal?
