The Day After ……..!
(Divider-in-Chief)
By- Pamarty Venkataramana
He was a novice. He had no clue about the world outside. Like the snail in its shell, his was a cocooned upbringing- no exposure to goodness of the world outside.
Or, of evil which lurked around his surroundings. He was a heir. To his even more naive yet greedy elders. And, the heirloom for a bevy of supporters comprising of little butterflies, cuckoos and the ugly duckling in the household.
Born with a proverbial golden spoon, he wasn’t ever told that his great grandfather was a refugee migrated from the distant mountains of Western Asia or that he had first settled down besides a stinking canal in the formidable old city of the confluence of three sacred rivers. He clerked with another staunch Muslim vakil (pleader) but wedded the widow of his boss who died prematurely. As often happened those days, along with the widow came her vast wealth. And, he grew from strength to strength grabbing properties and wealth of all zamindars(landlords) that knocked on his door for help. Self-aggrandisement began with this founder of the dynasty.
To overcome the inferiority-complexing, superiority-complex became his obsessive disorder. This syndrome led him to commit several sins. The greatest being an evil conspiracy hatched to separate four bosom friends who all stuck together (one a Muslim like him who loved his pork and drinks) till he drove a wedge amongst them piercing through the veil of bosom camaraderie.
He sowed the seed of a partition of this great sub-continent struggling to free itself from tyrannical rule of oppression and loot by the Queen’s men: he funded the division of ranks. He was amply rewarded by frustrated gang of buccaneers who thrust a Lady of the top man into the clasp of this ‘divider-in-chief’s sonny boy’ – to lure this Casanova and tame the much obliged fakir who experimented with many a life in his trust with self-revenge against racism in south of the African continent.
Net result, a lone pondering and piously fierce nationalist was left digesting it all in muted silence and an iron will- to set right matters when opportunity was ripe. He ambled along. The fourth was of course so possessed with the idea of the first ‘isis-pill’ on Earth and he fathered a breakaway land from the motherland. That fatherland is the rogue state of today that harbours all dreaded terrorists.
And, so began the juggernaut of merciless plundering of the ancient civilisation called Bharat. By one nasty old refugee who soon took pride in sponsoring the so called marching across the length and breadth of the country by the sole avenger of the Crown’s tyranny so to speak. The movement of a virus spread far and wide. A rebel was pushed to jungles of Brahmadesh (Burma turned myanmar) and is rumoured to have been treacherously handed over to the enemy by the son of this ‘divider-in-chief’ (and have his pathway paved by the departing army of power-mongers).
Thus had begun the sailing of a ship of the land of diverse differences but one composite civilisation of Hinduism which meant (and still means co existence and tolerance as the mighty ocean herself) amidst turbulence of a half baked, hastily hashed up book of prescriptions which the handyman did not know to interpret nor implement!
The shamelessness of wayward genes displayed its ugliness with all force over the reign of the prince who got installed thanks to a much indebted old man and the firangi Lady-mistress and continued through his widowed daughter’s double era regimes.
Then dawned the times of clown prince numero uno who was more an intern of the ‘mole-madam’ implanted as the internal strength of nation-splitting forces across the seas. He was as vagabond as his granddad and sins committed by this greedy imbecile cost him his life too.
That did not finish the clan of imposters who thrust themselves on an unsuspecting civilisation’s legendary kindness, compassion and hospitality. The lady spider spun her web of lies and cocooned by a band of traitors in the land of her departed hubby, set about her agenda of single-minded loot and atrocities to destabilise the dictates of good conscience as well as Constitution of India.
A Hapless Nation. This is what History would dub the state of the great country which witnessed wanton loot and unbridled dictatorial and authoritarian rule via proxies and a chief puppet. Interests of this nation were sold away and national security compromised.
Till the lame sitting ducks in opposition benches of August Houses were made to let a Father Hen rule roost. He upset the apple-cart in 2014 and began to trot around the globe in a bid to reassert the identity of Indian nation. No longer were the goras who utilised desi human labour to man their society and hog the huge investments of Indians cursing and swearing with that ubiquitous phrase-‘ bloody Indians!’.
Back home, he took the centre-stage and went about assiduously breaking the spinal cord of mafiaso regional satraps with demon of demonetisation and the many other supplemental measures.
His pet peeve was to groom the lad of the corrupt dynasty into an able counter – attacker and political rival. So much so that a dubious record of achievement of Father Hen could be said to be his accomplishment of letting the spoilt, wayward lad – leader be groomed into a parrot of political rhetoric (if only an awkward version )!
Then comes election exercise of 2019. The grand old dame of desi politics is reduced into a hunch backed witch of Delhi Darbaar. Regional political outfits exhibited their respective strengths.Those who sided with the descendants of the ‘divider-in-chief’ lost out. Others who supported a national agenda prospered and one even routed an old local version of the nasty dynasty to become supreme ally of Father Hen in restitching the fabric of One Nation.
A New India.
But here comes the warning!
Desperados stoop to destruction and wickedness. We still have a system infiltrated by moles across every institution which runs this people’s democracy. Role of the voter sadly ends in this land once the poll results are announced by the Election Commission. Participatory democracy is a mere word, long forgotten or at best reduced to apps on smart phones . This ought to change.
Unless the evil scamsters are brought to justice and all the ill-gotten wealth is confiscated by the law of the land with ordinance by the Supreme commander of the Armed Forces- the President of India,to be distributed as Nyay – proceeds to the large class of poor and needy citizens, the advantage re-gained will big become a tale of another list opportunity.
The new Union Cabinet must not comprise of anyone even remotely breaking bread or clinking wine glasses with the descendants of the ‘DIVIDER-IN-CHIEF ‘ of India. If it does, a billion plus souls would turn around to throw the stupendous majority team into the dustbin of History- without any doubt.Or give any further chance.To be fooled, befooled and befuddled – again and again.
Punish corrupt bureaucracy
and beginning from little peons to clerks to traffic cons tables to senior officers and private secretaries of ministers and members of the Houses of Parliament. Prove your feathers. Enact an uniform civil code. Erase divides between citizen and citizen. Rewrite laws and policies. Add years to lives. Restore a Ramarajya. Before you muster courage and bricks to reconstruct the Ayodhya – abode of Lord Shri ShriRamachandraSwamy.
Jai Hind 🇮🇳
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Will real Divider in chief family or their chamcha read it?
They must