Devils of Democracy

Devils of Democracy

Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t know 

By  Mukesh Sharma

 They are ‘super-humans’. Though they look like human-beings in shape, size and form, they are endowed with phenomenal powers. Their unfounded utterances can be heard all over the world through their mouthpiece media. Their public acts which are mostly charm offensive, can be seen by teeming millions from every nook and corner of the world through TV channel. They manage to get the blind support of seemingly sizable number of Zombie-like supporters who are said to have surrendered their souls to their respective devils in return of certain favours. Of course, they are none other than the Devils of Democracy.

Devils of Democracy

In epics, parables, fables or fairy tales, these devils have been given different names: Satan, vampire, evil spirits, he-wolf. Rakchhas, Asuras, etc. In the age of Kings and Queens, they were known as robbers, dacoits, looters or marauders. But today, in so-called democracy,  devils are recognized and respected as netas, leaders or politicians.

The most of the devils are well-built, and are born with dynastic leanings. They appear as a  common human, but they possess several ‘uncommon’ qualities. Devoid of phobias,  devils  are stage-conquerors; they have gift of gab; with their suave talks and glib tongue, they can convince, confuse or corrupt anybody. Each devil has his own army of so-called ‘party-workers’; these workers  are paid in cash or kind; they are used to create a perception that their respective ‘devil’ is Devta; he is a redeemer; he is a messiah. Though  devils are not God, they are not less than God. With his clouts, a devil can make life of a commoner heaven or hell.

It seems that the most of the devils are blessed sons of goddess  Lakshmi; they have umpteen independent source of income; they roll in money. In rarest of rare case, if any devil doesn’t have money, once in power, he makes his pile just in five years not only for himself but for his seven generations. Devil continues to get richer and richer year after year that too surprisingly, without any material business. Devils  have mind boggling power to digest; they can chew and fart out at the same time. Even the most-scared  IT department is afraid of devils.If by the turn of fate, something goes wrong, a devil’s worst is far better than the best of a common man.

If a cat has nine lives, a devil has eighteen. An ordinary man may die of a  petty malaria,  Devil survives successfully kidney, liver transplants and even multiple heart surgeries. The most of the old foggies are alive and kicking even in their 80s and 90s. The dreaded terrorists  can attack the convoy of soldiers easily, but they seldom dare to touch the cavalcade of a Devil. Undoubtedly, even death thinks ten times before claiming the life of a Devil, maybe,  out of natural reasons.

Common man  believes  Devils  are above the law; even the Supreme Court, predominantly, remains busy in settling the cases  of Devils  only. A Devil can get Supreme Court gates opened even in the dead of night, and  commoners  cases are  dragged  on for years with date after date. A Devil is seldom convicted, for, his accomplices remain ready to take the blame for any crime committed by the Devil. Thousands are incarcerated in jails for petty crimes or as under trials, but a devil manages  to get bail. Devils are not only lawmakers but they are law unto themselves.

A Devil never gets  old or retires  until the bitter end of life. Even with one foot in grave, he can contest the election. If he loses Lok Sabha, he can manage to enter the Parliament through back door, Rajya Sabha. And thus a Devil becomes an institution in himself. By the quirk of fate, if any Devil dies, he is  declared as Martyr.

Devils are just promise peddlers. They never keep up their promises. Jobs can be created, if India like China becomes a manufacturing country. Wealth can be created, if exports are increased; natural resources are harnessed technologically. By promising doles, Devils  want to make people beggars; they don’t want to provide them economic independence.

On the stage, a devil sounds as a  servant of the people but off the stage, he turns into a Satan. Devils fight against one another in public. But in private life,  they all are close buddies. To a Devil, public is like an old woman who can maunder and mumble, can’t do anything. Except on the day of voting, the people are just a trash/scrap. This is how devils  continue to rule the people in the name of so-called democracy. The ‘coalition’ government formed by Devils by holding each other’s  hands is a Government of the Devils  by the Devils for the Devils, not for the Welfare of the People.

No devil is Devta. Some are more devilish than others. So cast your vote judiciously. Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t know.

Little World of Body

Little World of Body

By Mukesh Sharma

What makes the frame,

Pancreas, kidney, lungs & liver.

Heart and mind,

Together give it life-shiver.

A perturbed pancreas,

May reduce body to stick.

Docs call the condition,

As diabetic.

If kidney goes on strike,

Collected garbage stinks

And body's put,

On the blink.

Lungs carrier of Prana,

If dares to default,

All functions,

Come to halt.

The secret of life,

Contend the clever.

How long one lives,

Depends on liver.

Manager of Body is,

Mysterious mind,

Little's known,

Of its kind.

Little World of Body,

A playground of breath,

The day game stops,

Man meets his death.

GOD, CHOWKIDAAR OF UNIVERSE

GOD, CHOWKIDAAR OF UNIVERSE

By Mukesh Sharma

The day baby,

Takes birth.

It's mother is,

Chowkidaar on earth.

Offspring grow up,

In all possible best.

For father is,

Chowkidaar of nest.

All fun and frolic,

Play crank.

As child is,

Chowkidaar of pranks.

All wishes, wants,

And vanity,

A woman guards as,

Chowkidaar of her beauty.

Dreams, desires,

Ego and stand.

A man covers up as,

Chowkidaar of manhood.

Pappu can't,

Grow up in country.

As he is,

Chowkidaar of stupidity.

Born to serve,

With single idea.

Modi a son of soil is,

Chowkidaar of India.

Shine of sun,

Life on earth flourish.

Because God is,

Chowkidaar of universe.

An Ode to Pappu

An Ode to Pappu

Strange law of nature and country,

Some rise by gravity, some fall by levity

By Mukesh Sharma

Chubby fair face,

A dimple on cheek,

Pappu, a quality hybrid,

Of Indo-Italian breed.

Kurta-pyjama clad,

Walks one hand in pocket.

Dada Firoz, Maa Christian,

But he’s Janau-dhari Pandit.

Known in the world,

For doing nothing.

Thinks a little,

Before uttering something.

His Mama's Baby

He recants and raves,

Unmindful of wrong or right,

He’s his mama’s ‘son’,

With flickering light.

He knows nothing,

About rhetoric or ethics,

But has mastered the art,

To lie through teeth.

With little knowledge,

Whatever he says.

Fondly it becomes,

Joke of the day.

Though just an MP,

His pile in crores.

Out on bail himself,

Calls Chowkidar Chor.

His mama’s most,

Pampered baby.

Boasts and bluffs,

Babble s like a crazy.

Battery of tutors,

Teach him ropes,

Still people feel,

He’s little hope.

He topped the exam,

As a single candidate,

Today of a family party,

He’s a preferential president.

Breathing for its chief,

His party sneeze and squeeze,

Above all dissension,

And discussion, he is.

His family members,

Do dribble and drool.

People of India,

Are nothing but fool.

His mama’s dearest wish,

And hearty pray.

May Pappu  become,

PM one day.

Strange laws,

Of nature and country.

Some rise by gravity,

Some fall by levity.

A Portrait of PM

A Portrait of PM

The people don’t want any Lame duck, Accidental PM, ‘Pappu’ PM or any ‘Family’ PM; they want a peerless leader of democracy – a true PM of India who can make both nation and its people happy; he must be spotless like star

By Mukesh Sharma

Democracy begins with the ‘votes’ and ends with the ‘numbers’ in India. Anyone with numbers in his/her favour can be anointed as Prime Minister/ Pradhan Mantri even without contesting or winning a single Lok Sabha election. Not the common wish of the people but the coveted numbers cobbled up by hook or crook make one PM. And that is why India has witnessed with awe and rues many sitting duck PMs -   Indra Kumar Gujral, H.D. Deve Gowda, Chandra Shekhar, Charan Singh, Morarji Desai, Guljarilal Nanda who couldn’t last even their full term. Before the incumbent government, India had a PM who never won any Lok Sabha election and remained allegedly a “PROXY” PM for 10 years. Keeping in view the recent Kolkata jamboree and if media reports are to be believed, India may be foisted with a “pappu” PM in future. It is vain to look for silver and gold in the mine of iron and lead. However, the majority of Indian populace cherishes an ideal portrait of an Indian PM.

Prime Minister 2019

Charismatic personality

With charm and charisma, PM must be blessed with charismatic personality. Standing tallest among the leaders, his gait must exude confidence of a disciplined soldier. With elated chest and head in high-esteem, he must be able to see the world leaders straight in their face and command a respect; grey in experience but with a young heart of gold.

Man of soil

The people ideate a PM who must be the man of soil; he must look at the rivers and mountains of land with the reverence; he must be very well acquainted with all the ‘seasons’ and ‘crops’; he must have the knowledge of all the flora and fauna of the land; he must know how to make the ‘marigold’ bloom and flourish even in the roughest weather, and hold it with all care and caress. To him, Bharat must not just be a piece of land with geographical boundaries but a motherland and her honour dearer than life.

Man of masses

As a man of masses, would-be PM must be able to interact with the people in their simple tongue; he must understand not only their requirement of hours but also the demand of the future; he must know their wants and wishes; he must feel their pain and pleasure.

A good salesman

Under the steermanship of PM, Indian soil must produce more than the people can consume; factories must manufacture more than the people need to enable India to have a sizable share in foreign trade. China has made remarkable progress due to its manufacturing units ever churning out everything from needle to rocket for the world market. It is a fact that all the big and prosperous nations owe their prosperity to small and poor nations. All the heads of rich countries also look after the political and commercial interest of their respective countries while maintaining the relations with developing or underdeveloped nations. To rich nations, the poor nations are just customers. Indian PM must also be a good ‘salesman’; he must be able to generate orders in international market for Indian products. PM must see that national debt must be paid through the prosperity of the people; he must see that the money must be made not by law but by labour. PM’s entire team must be engaged in earning wealth for the country and spend it for the welfare of the people.

A man of courage

The people wish to see their PM as a man of superb moral courage who prefers reformations to radicalism; a man of intelligence; a man of integrity above suspicion; he should not be just a good leader but also a good statesman; he should be a diplomat of par excellence who knows well how to maintain relations of his government with the government of other nations, keeping the interest of own country at top.

A Commander

During war time, God forbids, if war is imposed on India, PM must be able to act like a commander; a silver tongue orator like Demonsthene leading the people and army from the front; must be able to goad the armed forces to achieve even impossibilities, and make the countrymen stand-by the army like bedrock.

The hapless Indian populace has already suffered a lot. The Britisher ravaged and plundered for 200 years. And now the people allege that ‘netas’ have been looting and booting the poor populace since independence. The people are sick of ‘POLITICS’ of crimination, recrimination, name-calling, self-preservation, self-aggrandizement and ‘gang-fight’ in the august House of the Parliament. The people wish to live as a respectable member of public rather than as beggars living off government doles.

Needless to say,the people don’t want any lame duck PM, accidental PM, “Pappu” PM or any “Family” PM; they want a peerless leader of democracy – a true PM of India who can make both nation and its people happy; he must be spotless like star.