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 [color-box color=blue]A summary of collective thoughts – here,there,everywhere ..on a D-day evening by Pamarty  Venkataramana[/color-box]

All India voted. In principle , yes. On paper, not all. By press of a button, most. Yet, not all were listed. And, those listed were not all native citizens. Such was the scenario in a by and large, stretched out, peaceful exercise of general elections. All heaved a sigh of relief. Yes, it is all over. Even the exit polls gave a calming message to assuage the wrought up nerves of non-voters, voters as well as all those eligible to vote but turned away because their names were missing from the list prepared by the Election Commission personnel.

On the eve of official counting and actual declaration if results, the air of expectation is punctuated by a pregnant silence exhibited by all those who have skeletons stored in their hidden cupboards . A top contender in fact is reported to have fled to a foreign haven , an island nation where the sirens will soothe his burning blood and drugged state of arrogance.

The brat of a widowed brigand no longer holds a promise for the country that was kind to his immediate ancestors . He,more than the self-anointed advisers of the clan ,knows best that there is a horde of demons branded as the third front awaiting the fall of the popular government to be sworn in as successors to his dynasty’s throne. Quislings they all were and on payroll of endemically disposed regimes. Yet, they all ganged up to point out his half-desi, half-videsi genes to dub him a freak.

Evil was their common middle name. One,in fact had a son and daughter in law ready to succeed the mantle. Another had a huge following of reservationists who would flock around her in hope of doing a Marie Antoinette . Three other womenfolk had their reserve armies to entice,buy or seduce the commanders of other garrison like parties from smaller regions .

All of them held just one aim – to usurp the throne carved out of illiteracy,poverty,hunger,exploitation and division of race by his great grandfather,grandmother ,father and mother . Certainly, with a little support from coterie serfs,savants and hand maids of governance – all of who remained such loyal family retainers , generation after generation.

The glorious era was of course the last two terms when a peon-like character who suited the background settings of post-1984 period episodes knelt on all his fours and allowed dancing of the dunces to plough clear all the treasury chests and air,water,land,census data,national pride were sold at a premium to crafty overseas masters and mistresses . All those huge hoardings erected to show his patronising dumb ,dimpled smile were presumed to befool a new class of gullible , parasite like voter class who are the most vulnerable section of the nation.

Exit polls singing a different tune . Old family retainers hastily got into re-marriages . Band of courtiers vanished into hiding : none of their mobile phones were reachable. Intelligence input stopped coming in. He suddenly feared his shadow. For the first time in his lifetime of forty-plus donkey’s years , the junior brigand heeded the advice of his mother ,and he took a flight to safety and pleasurable security of his secret harem of choicest nautch-girls, crystal like cubes of succour and heavenly surf-boards .

As he sipped the taquilla drink , he felt the stream of hiccups . And, he smiled knowingly- yes, all those billion odd Indians must be forgetting their own concerns and be busy discussing my whereabouts ! Such is their hospitable nature. Good for us ,he thought as he poured himself three larger portions of the jug of elixir and shouted a few expletives .

Back home ,in India there was the man of the hour . He had risen from anonymity to seats of power and now being jettisoned to highest position in politics of the land . As he noticed that governing a whole nation was a totally different cup of tea, he shut his eyes, took a deep breath, invoked the name of his favourite goddess and began to draw up a list of people who will man the Government . These anonymous patriots deserved all credit. Not,the old war horses and mares who would give him a nightmare every living day ,if they were let into the inner circle of power .

So much to do. No time to waste. No room for time wasters. Peace must prevail. Terrorists be terrorised . Let them seek easier prey and fresh pastures,elsewhere . All men are born equal. Abolish differentiation . Usher in an uniform civil code . Secularism has to mean exit of interplay and interference in guise of religion or caste in matters pertaining to education,housing,employment,etc.

Criminals must turn leaf , be jailed or flee the country . No citizen must go hungry or be roofless or unemployed. Compulsory service under the military is an imminent need to inculcate personal values of discipline , patriotism and orderliness. Healthcare must be affordable and even free to hapless citizens. Only surplus agricultural produce be exported out of India .

As he made a mental note of all these items on his agenda as Prime Minister , all his aides could see were doodle after doodle on the scribbling pad before him!

A midsummer afternoon is ending . Tomorrow is another day . A new era – of hope, confidence, action, strength, results and fortitude shall but unfold .

Jai Hind !

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Pamarty Venkataramana

Pamarty Venkataramana (PVR) is a distinguished and eminent international Jurist, Poet, Author, Speaker and Thinker based in India. His many books are published.

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