Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Fantasies of Politics



It doesn’t really matter that millions in this land with a golden history presently subsist on a diet of boiled sawdust.  The important  part is  that  their  ancestors  living  at a time  when the rivers  of the  country  flowed with ghee had  eaten  enough for all of them, so  there should really  be no cause  for complaint  over present  distress

It doesn’t really matter that women are presently raped and humiliated consigned to kitchens and occasionally kitchen fires.  The  important part   is that  their  great –great-great  grandmothers were treated like  goddess, so  any complaints they now  have may please remain  unstated  for the  greater honor  of the  family and society.

It doesn’t really matter, if people happen to be dying in the thousands of malaria, tuberculosis and gastro-enteritis thanks to nonexistent public health care system.  The important  part is  that long ago in the times of great  epics, people  knew all about  how  to save  lives  through miracle  herbs that  grew in mountains.

It doesn’t matter if atomic warfare is now a distinct possibility given the fact the region how has two nuclear powers locked on impeachable hostility.  The important part is  that thanks  to ancient  wisdom, we  knew that  houses  coated with  cow dung  can  withstand  radiations  and that ghee  made from   cow’s  milk  when poured  over fire  during a yagna preserves the   environmental  from atomic radiation.

The most popular political fantasy ever peddled in the land was without doubt sacred earth campaign.  By a rare combination  of  spiritual    and political  clairvoyance it was  discovered  that an ancient  temple  stood  at one  particular spot in a country that measures  3.28 million  square  kilometer and that  spot  turns  out  to be the  praise one where  a 450 year  old three domed  mosque    was located  like  those  trucks  of two dimensional  post cards  if you  held the image  one way  you saw a masjid if you held it the other way you saw a temple.   

Politics has been always  the systematic  organizations  of hatreds and therefore  the veins of the  enemies   had to  be  necked  so that venom  could  flow forth freely.  But for  this to  happen assorted  man and woman  are needed  to be  let loose on the country’s multitude  located  in every  corner of this topography.  These malign messages were chosen  for their  strong  lungs  capacity  for high  decibel  delivery  and  ability  to use  words like  whiplash.  They were  chosen for stomachs  lined with  adamantine which  did not  churn  even  when  subjected  to  incessant  never  ending  journeys  across  the  land  in make  believed  chariots  and the  bile of  their  own  rhetoric.  Above all    they  were  chosen  for their  strong  spines  that could  withstand  the jolts  and jerks  driving  over the pitted pathways  of the hinterland  entailed  and the  crookedness of their  cause.

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