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Sunday, December 2, 2012

Letter to the Prime Minister


To,
The Honourable Prime Minister of India,
South Block, Raisina Hill,
New Delhi.
India-110011.

What is it that I shall bring to your notice? What is that one thing to which I can point out and say, yes, India is free, India is safe; India means peace, India means justice; India means business, India means growth; India is well-fed, India is highly-rated; and above all India, my dear mother is great! I may have gone a bit over-board given the opportunity presented to me but I come back to my point. So, what is it? What is that one thing? I keep the questions safely to myself, for I cannot simply hurl them at you sir, for I know the answer is not simple and straight-forward, for I fear they will bounce off your stony face and hit me flush on the forehead.

They say, our Government is a thug! I simply close my eyes and murmur; it is just our bad luck. They ask, why don’t you vote? I explode, for what shall I vote? For whom shall I vote? You chant young India, prosperous India, independent India, incredible India. I simply pray, God help India. My dear sir, I do not know what do you see in India, what do you feel for India, what do you think about India; but for once if you get even the slightest of chance to slip out of your security blanket, you will come across a river called young India; it’s blood piping hot, bubbling with anger, oozing with confidence, gushing forth in full force with a mind of its own. You will see them, marching forward, surging ahead aspiring to change the course of India at every step with their sharp ideas and a mere snap of their fingers. My dear sir, young India today knows no boundaries, young India today lives on a different planet, young India today is raring to gallop at a breathtaking speed but your abrasive, barbed system makes them recede. Your promises are like the wind blows. They come and go leaving behind a trail of perpetual sorrow. Your goal is to land on Mars, ours is to buy a small piece of land on this beautiful earth. You hold rallies, you talk big, you talk long; always shouting the same old song of a better India with a certain future; constantly harping on catapulting India forward but your actions fail to catch-up with your words. My dear sir, your intentions are right, your words fail to excite and your actions, leave a lot to be desired.

I visit any office of yours seeking prompt service and all your men do is play yoyo with me? Am I an object of ridicule or a big-fat joke only meant to cast my precious vote? For how much more long will this age-old problem live in our country? Does it have an expiry? Or is it that bitter pill which I have to swallow every-time I walk-in? Or is it that bickering bill which will never have a seal? I notice the landmark of democracy, I sometimes pause and peep inside the institution of democracy but all I get to see season after season, session after session is people of cattle class howling like stray cats and dogs. My dear sir, I am sorry to say but the institution that you call parliament resembles a mental asylum. My remarks are certain to draw your ire but I don’t care, for its high-time I throw myself into the line of fire.

Who am I? Where do I stand? I am not a politician, no saint; no economist, no scientist, not even a social activist. Not a person of any pedigree but a young Indian with a Bachelor’s degree; hanging on; stranded in the midst of a fierce political storm; whose only prayer at the start of the day is that the day ends in peace and harmony. My dear sir, in simple words I am just another common man being pickled in the daily run, lost in the daily hum-drum.

I hear you are eager on Aadhaar but I would request you not to stop there, as for once I do not want to believe that it is a mere political stunt but a positive step to empower the poor. I wish you do not prove me wrong. I wish my age gets added to your’s and you live for many more years. I wish you all the very best in your future endeavours.

Enough said, enough puffed, enough coughed I will let you have the last laugh.

                                                                      Your’s sincerely,
                                                                       Ranjan Dhar

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