THE ARROGANCE OF SAFFRON ON THE SLEEVES

During the five years of UPA II, all groups of the Sangh Parivar, with saffron on their sleeves,  with arrogance seeping out from every pore in their bodies and every syllable of their spoken word, pulled all stops to –

·            ensure that the Parliament became non-functional, force path breaking bills  to gather dust and justify their consistent antinational activities by shamelessly proclaiming that in a democracy, it was a legitimate weapon to be used by an opposition;

·            ensure that while they did everything to murder democracy, the National media played an ambivalent role, in  stark contrast to the shrill voices of every anchor on the National TV Channels and every editor in the print media, castigating the Congress opposition as anti National and playing a petty game of revenge politics;

·            sanctimoniously proclaim to the World that the Govt of the day was a NPA, (Non-Performing Asset) and no FDI should be made;

·            blacken all their opponents with the tar of corruption, demanding resignations at the sniff of an accusation of corruption or wrong deeds, many of them simply manufactured); (resignation of the rly minister, Pawan Bansal);

·            launch personal attacks on every important member of the opposition to destroy their personal credibility; (land scam charge against Robert Wadra);

·            indulge in much chest beating, perfidious drama and perpetuation of Natwarlal-type acts, to sanctimoniously announce that they were lily white  and different, (na khayenge, na khanedenge);

·            usher-in achche-din by bringing-in an estimated one trillion US dollars worth of black money back to the Country, within 100 days of coming to power, (just like Raja Saheb VP Singh, of the Janata days) and deposit Rs 15 lakhs into the  jana-dhan account of every citizen of this Country;

·            bring-in ache din through accelerated development, (sab ka saath, sab ka vikas), ala Gujrat model;

·            bring down the prices of the essential commodities like onions; potatoes, tomatoes and pulses.

·            make the majority community believe that their entitlements, given away to the minority communities by the Govt of the day, would be restored and simultaneously tell the minorities that they would be given an equitable share.

As against all that they said and did in the last five years of the previous regime and still continue to behave in the same puerile manner, what they have achieved is –

·            mad cow disease all over the Country; riots, murders, arson and bad mouthing in the name of the cow;

·            an all-out effort to saffronise the Country, by tampering with every National Institution, be it historical, educational, media, social or legal, bowing to every diktat of the Sangh Parivar (registered social organisations), even invite them to the restricted and hallowed precincts of the seat of the Govt and have senior ministers and bureaucrats give them briefing on the goings on; the Official Secrets Act be damned;

·            an all pervading air of intolerance; dictating what everyone, be he/she be from  any community, should wear, say, see, do, eat and drink, even in the privacy of their own homes; egging brothers, sisters, friends and neighbours, to be at each-others’ throats;

·            scare in the air, with universal wonderment, ‘who is the next target’;

·            utter debasement of the political discourse, when the highest executive of the Govt goes around the Country and the World, badmouthing his opponents in public speeches to huge paid audiences;

·            no signs of achche-din; despite putting out cooked-up figures, the common man has started to sing, ‘laota do hamen, hamaare bure din’, evident from the drubbing the saffron combine received in Delhi, Bihar and lately at Ratlam, in their stronghold state of Madhya Pradesh, despite pouring-in billions of Rs to the election effort;

·            no visible development and no sign of ‘sab ka saath, sab ka vikas’;

·            sky rocketing, never before reached, prices of all basic essential commodities of the poor; onion, potato, tomato, the pulses;

·            acquiring a picture of being ‘suit-boot ki sarkar’;

·            branding any one criticising the Govt or its head as anti National, being one who was bringing down the image of the Country in the eyes of the World;

·            breaking almost every promise made during the last Lok Sabha elections, even the solemn ones, made to the retired soldiers, (Veterans); later declaring the promises to be  ‘chunavi jumla’;

·            debasing, dishonouring and defrauding the pride of the Nation, its defenders, it soldiers, by taking away their legitimate rights and letting the Veteran Soldiers rot on the streets of the Country for the last nearly six months; Chappan Chaati had enough time to roam the Worls, country hopping, but not enough to cross the street to Jantar Mantar to talk to the retired soldiers, the erstwhile defenders of the Nation, many of whom gave their lives defending the integrity of the Nation, through five wars;

·            practising the intricate British art of divide and rule, which they learn well during the freedom struggle, when they often acted as the lackeys of the former rulers;

·            talking in split tongues, spin-doctoring the wide gap between their ‘kathni’ and ‘karni’. 

It is disgusting to see the arrogance and the sanctimonious manner of the Saffronites, justifying every wrong word or deed of their leaders and their minions, be it branding every Muslim opponent of their policies as a Pakistani, asking Muslims to go to Pakistan, commiting sacrilege on an entire community by proclaiming to the erstwhile first citizen of the Country, late Abdul Kalam to be  a good man despite being a Muslim, branding any one criticising the Govt’s policies as being pathologically opposed to its leader and therefore, anti National. 

My research has yet to determine when and how the cow became a holy being. Do any of our Vedas, Upanishads, the Vedanta, the Gita say so. Whom was Vajasravasa giving away his old and infirm cows to ? To the Rishis and Munis he used to invite annually, as some would have us believe. In any case, what would a sanyasi do with worldly goods? Was he, then, donating his cows to a ‘Gaushala’? 

My research has also failed to determine lineage, (who, when and where), of the phrase, ‘Hindu Rashtra’. Does the word ‘Hindu’, find mention in any of the above referred sashtras? In our almost 10,000 years of our known history, we did not even know the word, till a Muslim Persia coined it and suddenly ‘Bharat’ became a ‘Hindu Rashtra’. Why do we have to be ‘Hindus’? Why not ‘Bharatiyas’ or in English ‘Indians’. 

I can only  laugh at the desperately comical effort of the Parivar to establish that Sanatani Aryans belonged to this sub-continent and were not invaders from outsiders, when no one has ever said that they were invaders. History says that hey were settlers, who once settled, drowned the then culture and heritage with their brand of rituals. The Sangh terms all such work the works as foreign inspired to glorify the Arian race. I have always invited their attention to the magnum opus of our very own Bal Gngadhar Tilak, ‘Arctic Home of the Vedas’, where he has traced the journey of the Arians from the Arctic to the Indian sub-continent. 

It is atrociously comical to hear a loser, who is being allowed to masquerade as the Munshi of the National Govt, calling internationally acclaimed and universally respected scientists, artists, authors, economists and sociologists as communists, unable to bear the massive majority with which the Saffronites were mandated by a the then adoring public, and their ‘reward wapasi’ as a conspired and structured revolt against a democratically elected govt. 

Since the Saffronites do not have universally venerated icons of their own, they have usurped and resurrected a few of the tallest Congress icons from the past, like Sardar Patel and Baba Saheb Ambedakr, while simultaneously leaving no stones unturned to denigrate and dishonour two of the  tallest of all leaders from the Nehru-Gandhi family. A concerted effort is underway to dishonour, defame and abuse the Architest of modern India, Jawahar Lal Nehru and the only man amongst men, Indira Gandhi, the one who was called ‘Durga’ by the tallest of their own, Atal Bihari Vajpayee. 

The extent of the desperation of the Saffronites to pull down Congress icons of the past can be gauged by a perfidious story presently under circulation which claims to have revealed the secret of how Indira Nehru became a Gandhi. The revealed story goes like this : While her father was busy earning his bread in the freedom struggle, a bored Indira, fell in love with a certain ‘Khan’, settled in England and got secretly married to him. On coming to know about it, Nehru asked the Khan to take the name of ‘Feroze Gandhi’ and get publicly married to Indira. The propagators of the story could not bother that Feroze Gandhi’s Parsi family are from Mumbai and the descendants still live there and that during the life time of Rajiv, had a much publicised reunion with him at Mumbai. 

Every incidence of Saffron terror is dismissed by the Saffronites as an isolated minor incident and the blame for that is deflected to the respective State Govts, on the ground that law and order within the State is the responsibility of the State Govt. The incidents that happen in the saffron ruled states, are given quiet burial. 

The last of the previous Govts at the Centre was literally booted out by the ‘Janata’ due to the then pervading sense of an all encompassing corruption. The Saffronites went around the whole World with a band of drummers, calling it ‘Scam Sarkar’. 

While painting the then Govt blue and black, the Saffronites never considered that the Nation was being shamed. All that mattered was their all consuming urge to win the next elections. The nomination of their PM candidate was a classic case of political chicanery, authored by the Head of the Parivar. A benefactor who literally picked him up from the streets to endow him with the thrown of a State, saved him from the ire of the then PM and being sacked, was back stabbed to oblivion in a ruthless manner and turned into a ‘has been’ along with all his supporters The electorate got dead convinced and finally, on the wings of fanciful dreams woven by the Chappan Chaati, with the help of tons of Goebblian lies carried through his Anthonian oratory and superlative acting on public stages, the Nation gave him a massive mandate. It did not matter if the candidate was a lamp post! 

Absolute power corrupts absolutely. 

Today, the Govt with a difference is mired in a number of cases of corruption, in almost every State where the Saffron rules. Even at the hitherto untouched Centre. From the CM and his family in Rajasthan to the CM and his family in MP to the CM and his family in Chattisgargh. The story is the same. Scams, scams and scams. Whereas Chavan in Maharashtra was made to step down by the Congress on mere suspicion, (He still remains uncharged), all the aforementioned are still firmly ensconced in their posts. A diktat is issued from the office of a central minister to certain Corporate Houses to financially support his niece to set up her business and the Govt and its leader do not even miss a beat.   

No sense of shame. ‘na khayenge, na khane deyenge’ has been given the ‘visarjan’ in the mighty Ganga to eventually drown in the Bay of Bangal. 

Look where the Country stands today - on the thresh-hold of a steep slide to the bowels of anarchy. 

A few of my best friends tell me not to write like this, lest I draw the attention and ire of the Saffronites. 

My reply to my well wishers : 

“I have but one life; I do not want to die more than once and that moment is ordained by God Almighty, the Creator and Lord of the Universe. I fear no human, nay, no living being”. 

I will NOT leave my Country, I was born here, I will die here but NO, I will NOT be buried here, nor will my body be burnt here;  it is donated to humanity, for whatever its worth.  In death do I seek immortality, a step behind Nachiketa. 

During the run up to the last Parliamentary elections, in an e-mail circle of Army War Veterans, I was just one of the two dissenting voices, amongst a cacophony of chants for the great man, the Chappan Chaati. One fine day, one of my good friends in that circle told me, “Oh! Shut up you Johnny Dhar”. I did, but not before giving them my parting warning, 

“You all will live to regret”. 

It is part of written record. Many have regretted since then, sooner than expected, but ‘Ab pachtae ka hot hae, jab chidia jug gaee khet”. 

We have to bear this farcically arrogant Govt till the next Lok Sabha elections in 2019. I empathise and sympathise with you my Country. I am one with you.

Jai Bharat