More to come: projects that will bear no fruit

What’s this latest gimmick of the Modi Government!  Reservations and  quotas when its time to bid  goodbye from the  masses, who are  sitting  conned by the bunch of promises held out to them over four summers back!  Where are the promised jobs, rations, housing, survival necessities? Nah, just about nothing!  

All that I can see around are signs of upheavals and civil disorder. People’s anger accelerating to such an extent  that there has come up that dangerous phenomenon where rebellious citizens  have started  pelting stones at any of the  government functionaries;  writ large in the recent  Uttar  Pradesh incident where a mob of angry men pelted stones at a cop…killing  him  on the  spot.  You could label that incident stone pelting.  I would prefer to describe it as anger–pelting. So disgusted and disgruntled and dissatisfied are the masses that they have resorted to pelting stones at just about anyone who represents the sarkar of the day!  Chief minister of Uttar Pradesh, Yogi Adityanath, didn’t dare to say that those killer-stones had been sent or got or couriered all the way from China or Pakistan.  Writ large it was, stones clutched in the hands of those angry villagers were picked up from the local village terrain, to unleash their growing anger and mounting frustrations.

The junior level government representatives are getting targeted.  As the big functionaries sit well-protected by the layers and layers of security,  so cannot be reached, nor touched.  Can only be heard giving speech after speech,  riddled with hollow words and bogus promises.  In fact, to be honest,  each one of the words uttered by the ruling lot hits and injures the very psyche, because those words are sans sincerity.

Mind you, if there was even an iota of genuine earnestness to reach out to the masses then by now, in these near-five  years of the  Modi government rule,  job vacancies would have  been filled up , ration shops would been well equipped,  free- flowing grains and  adequate water supplies.  Above all, we wouldn’t been provoked to kill each other.  Look what’s been happening around.  Mind you, the latest quota and citizenship baits are  sure to drag along more twists and turns;  we are sure to witness many  more divisions and  rounds  of anarchy and bloodshed.

The ground realities are such that instead of milk, children are drinking pesticides!  The  latest reported  incident from  Madhya Pradesh, when a child   tried to  quench his  hunger and  thirst by drinking poison,  more than relays that even those disadvantaged  and marginalized - who ought to  have  been reached out to, - are left to  die!  I fail to understand the complexities involved. On one hand, the much flaunted and hyped declarations that we are the fastest growing economy, but what good is this for us, when our semi-starved and near-dying children languish. No, I don’t see signs of any economical growth. Tell me, where are the telltale signs of it?

Let us not get conned into believing that upwards we are going,  simply because the filthy rich of this country insist on holding gaudy weddings, followed by hosting gaudier receptions. In the last few months it was nauseating to see tamasha weddings of the rich. What if Anushka Sharma  or Deepika Padukone  or Priyanka  Chopra or Kapil  Sharma or any of  the Ambanis had decided to  host their wedding receptions  along  a rural stretch or in the midst of a village of our country, then, perhaps, an entire village or a  cluster of villages could  have  benefited to a  certain extent.  But, nah, they opted to flaunt their money power and whatever comes along with it.

In fact, each time a celebrity couple announced their marriage plans it got simply disgusting to read those details of their marriage.  All possible gimmicks involved to extract as much publicity as possible. Those typical hide and seek tactics to lure the masses to  read of  their  wedding plans complete  with those  gaudy  frills – who designed  their dresses, who did  the  catering, the who’s who wishing  them.  Seemingly so very bizarre! Provoking one to quip:   what happens to all the tinkers, tailors, soldiers and sailors who plan to marry!  Wouldn’t their dreams get dented?  Wouldn’t it leave imprints on the very psyche of the middle class? What happens when the party gets over?  What happens after the honeymoon slides? What happens when the realities begin to hit? What happens when the lights begin to dim and fade out? What happens when the limelight shrinks?

I sit wondering what happens as we near the spring of 2019, when elections and  electioneering  pick  up in that  frenzied way. How many more baits and fake promises will do the rounds? How many more divisive plans will get hatched? How many more encounters and killings will take off? How many more will be killed in the name of caste and community, in the name of region and religion?

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Perhaps, the rulers manning the State machinery, haven’t heard this verse of Baba Farid Shakarganj (1173-1265 AD)

"Farid, the earth questioned the sky, Where are the mighty captains gone?

In their grave they rot, was the reply

And rebuked for tasks
not done."

Perhaps, those fighting over the masjid – mandir disputed structure, haven’t read these lines of Baba Bulleh Shah …

Masjid dhaa de, Mandir dhaa de, Dhaa de jo kuch dhenda,

Par kissi da dil na dha vee, Rab dilla wich rehnda hae

(Destroy a mosque, destroy a temple, destroy everything in sight.

But don't break a human heart, for that is where God resides)

Perhaps, those hell bent on dividing us along  caste and creed lines  have  not   heard this verse of  the  patron saint of the Kashmir Valley, Shaikh Nuruddin (popularly known as Shaikh Ul Alam Nund Rishi)

"Why are you harping on the caste

His is the only caste

His essence is beyond the bounds of knowledge

The doers of noble deeds all have the same caste

If O! brother you surrender to Him, then alone will you become pure"