Audacity of hope!

The title of this blog is inspired by the work penned by President Obama and rightly so.

The reality of Indian “democracy” has been perversely unraveled by the events of the last week. (Please note that I refer to our democracy in quotes )

It started with the ghastly rape of a 23 year old student along with a horrific assault on her friend in a public bus that was impudently plying the dark streets of the national capital, Delhi, while the protectors of the law were largely blissfully unaware of this crime being perpetrated right under their nose. (Please note that I said, largely, because eventually it was some alert police officers who offered first aid to the victims and got her admitted to the hospital)

As the fourth estate brought the ghastly crime into the public domain, the pathetic plight of the victim was immediately (and crassly) used by all politicians, to earn brownie points at the expense of their political rivals, and their ranting in the hallowed parliament (the Indian temple of “democracy”) smacked of opportunism. The crocodile tears shed in the name of justice for the poor victim, their shrill voices raised for “maximum punishment” for the perpetrators were nothing more than hypocritical; any intelligent person would have seen through this travesty that was played in the floor of the parliament, as did I.

In the morning I got to hear on all major channels that the President of the ruling party shed crocodile tears for the poor victim after visiting her in the hospital- photo ops and nothing more.

The reality of our polity and the class of leaders that lead our nation was exposed when a spontaneous crowd of youth started gathering near the seat of power in India, Vijay Chowk, leading to Raisina Hill, which house the Government and the Presidents residence (the rashtrapati bhawan); and this crowd was immediately confronted by a strong posse of para military personnel, a strong contingent of the Delhi Police. This force, that is meant to serve the people , the youth who had gathered for a peaceful demonstration, went about their real task- which is protection of their  POLITICAL masters, the real masters (and not leaders) of India.

As the violence against the youth gathered momentum, the anger that has been simmering underneath for what seems like a millennium, erupted like nothing seen before.

One would have expected that the youth Icon of the party in power, Rahul Gandhi would have taken this opportunity to reach out to his constituency, the youth gathered on Raisina hill, and been among them to calm their anger and assure them that he would see that real changes take place FINALLY after 60 years of independence….but he was no where to be seen…at that time at 2 PM, Rahul Gandhi was apparently oblivious to the violence taking place very close to where he was entertaining his guests at the Sagar Ratna, at the Ashok hotel!!

After having a hearty meal and laughing and joking, as if nothing of consequence was happening in the vicinity, he walked out of the restaurant, all smiles! This is the youth icon of our country.

The youth icon of today’s angry India resides firmly on Vijay Chowk, on Raisina Hill, in the laws of India gate, protesting the apathetic, non nonchalant attitude of our politicians (many of whom have rape charges pending against them, and the “GREATNESS” of our democracy is , that they sit in our temple of democracy, because they are deemed innocent , till proven guilty by our perverted justice system, that takes upto a lifetime to decide rape and murder cases, and this system has been perverted impudently by our “PEOPLE” politicians and their servants, the bureaucrats and the police)

It is time for the youth in India to awaken and lead a real revolution, and let than revolution be bloody if thats what it takes for us to reconstruct our nation and make it truly great, capable of taking its rightful place in the league of nations.

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