It is touching. That crorepatis and lakhpatis among others should be so on keen on serving me and you who make up the aam admi. They all smilingly paid a few thousand rupees each just to apply for a ticket; later many willingly coughed up a couple of lakhs to get the ticket. Their sole intention is to help us, the aam admi, live better.
It’s touching again — so many are ready to be at our beck and call. One rough count says for the 224 seats in the Assembly some 2,000 people are out to win our favour. This includes the aspirants from each of the three major outfits and sundry parties and others who are so keen on serving us that they have even rebelled against their own party.
How touching! All these people are taking up mine and your cause for tastier roti, better kapda and a larger makan, if not a smart mobile.
Look at our good fortune. Those who drive around in Ford, Benz, Qualis, Toyota Harrier, Land Cruiser, etc (hope I have got all the spellings right) and whose wives look like mobile jewellery shops and living in palatial mansions are begging for an opportunity to serve you and me. Don’t you feel touched? In fact I feel like crying.
But alas! From these 2,000 eager Samaritans we have to choose only 224 people; the rest will have to wait for another five years to be able to attempt again to serve you and me who make up the aam admi. And in the process some even lose their deposits. Its so unfair. No?
Again of the 224 people, who finally win our favour and end up as legislators, only some 15 per cent can become ministers to serve us better; and of the rest a few will have to make to do with just the status of a minister and serve us. This is again very disappointing because most of our legislators firmly believe that they can serve the oppressed, depressed and suppressed, like you and me, better only as ministers. If they are denied this chance they will also become depressed because all their plans to serve the aam admi will be a non-starter.
Again my heart goes out to those fathers who are sweating it out in the blazing sun canvassing for their sons just to ensure that public service trait in their family goes on uninterrupted. Branding it us dynastic politics is not fair at all.
Our democracy is so strong that we hold election even before the scheduled date; thousands willingly come forward to shoulder the burden of being legislators to do some public good; and so many are so eager to become ministers to strive to fulfil the promises made in the sacred document called manifesto.
By the way we have been promised colour TVs but no one is talking about the cable connection. Of what use is a TV without cable. No? Is it too late to promise us a cable connection?
