The
Mayan civilization, it seems had long predicted the doom of the world. Later,
when nothing happened and life moved about, with its usual turbulence and
tranquility, it was said that by Mayan civilization what they probably meant was
Mayawati Government.
The
intellectuals are at it, all over again with gusto and busy discussing as to
when and where, this end set in at first place.
As always, the wise people differed immensely on every statement, every
opinion and disputed every hypothesis.
The chain of events in India
in recent past, however, has made these T.V. generated and Genetically Modified
intellectuals paused from their filibuster and take notice.
Long
long ago, once upon a time there existed an enchanting land of gold err of gold
buyers in the mysterious East. This land
was called by different names by different segments of society- Bharat, India,
Indraprastha, Aryavrata. From invaders to
plunderers to politicians, the land was repeatedly invaded so many many times
that in times to come they named it 'Invaded' and later it came to called India. The attraction of gold and land was so
dazzling that Kings after Kings made Delhi
their Capital. The Capital city had all the trappings of a world class city and
patriots added to its splendor from one game to another be it Asiad or
Commonwealth. The roads were so very
broad that the motorcade of limousines could effortlessly negotiate the curves
and crossings so as to take them -The people’s representatives to another world
of infinite joy, opulence and Swiss banks.
The palace was always abuzz with intrigues of courtiers who were
countless in number and would always be seen in immaculate White, as white as
the bloodless, food less and waterless faces and eyes of the subjects who were
waiting to be eaten by human vultures in other parts of this land of Gods. Real vultures by then were extinct thanks to
multinational Pharma companies and our Babu-Neta nexus (read greed). The ruling class was, indeed a class
apart. In heart of hearts they looked down
upon the people so much that it was a kind of M.H.S. (Mutual Hate Society)
while the ruling class had all the resources be it coal, 3G, Diesel, Cooking Gas,
Land and Foreign jaunts, the people were relegated to live from one increment
to another which was once in a year and from one Pay Commission to another
which was once in 10 years.
The
opulence and sheer luxuries were so commonplace among the ‘Haves’ that it was
difficult to know whether they are intoxicated half asleep or walking in sleep
due to dark glasses they donned. Though
the politicians, mafia kings hated the poor in general but their favorite hobby
was to bring newer and newer novel ways to mesmerize and lead the voters to polling
booth to vote in their favor every 5 years. The deepest excavation has revealed
hundred thousands of inauguration plates and foundation stones without any
structure or even foundations.
A
group of thinkers opine that this was the twilight zone ultimately setting in the
Dark Age in India. Neta–Babu–Corporate formed a Trinity which
was more omnipresent, more omniscient and more omnipotent than the Almighty Brahma
Vishnu, Mahesh - the Trinity, hitherto, loved, feared and worshiped in India.
The
political parties were always on the look out as to how to seduce electorate
what will wean them away from rival camp and enchant them to theirs. Money became a password for all the domains.
So much confidence was reposed in money that it was freely used to win
no-confidence motion in Parliament – the parlor where the politicians mingled
and worst of foes became friends. Seeing
this, electorate too had matured. They
would take wine from one, wealth from another and vote for the third candidate
belonging to their sub-caste.
The
political commentators and analysts were dime a dozen. They were always busy running from one TV
channel to another. They had a view
point every day on every thing under the Sun, whether in their view or
not. They were a locust swarm and
thought they are awakening the masses and thereby helping in building that
hunger-free and misery-free El Dorado.
The
Society had a ‘society’ within, which was most powerful and had no qualms of liberally
exhibiting it as much as law will permit.
Thus, all the newspapers carried page 3 where all the cream de la
cream (or so they thought) converged over cocktail/fashion show charity
ball to lament at the poor India
and poorer Indians. Beside Godmen Babas
on every morning channel, cinema was opium of masses. Movies in its nascent stage were Black and White
but later acquired different colors/hues leading to wider sale and usage of
commodities as varied as Fevicol, Zandu Balm,Fire brigade and above all commoditization of
women folk. The Trinity of
Babu-Neta-Corporate was all powerful and formed the Mandarin class of that
era. Close second was another Trinity-
Police-Doctor-Lawyer. So the widely accepted general belief was that even if
you save yourself from the wrath of first trinity, the second trinity will
catch up with you and punish or protect you depending on what you are and who
you are (where you are became superfluous) as this trinity too was omnipresent
from PoK to PoK (Pak occupied Kashmir to People Occupied Kerala).
While
this down slide was the steepest to meet its nadir, the subjects were crying and wailing
at different spots in the Capital, prominent being 3 G (India) Gate, (Ramlila) Ground and (Raj)
Ghat. Courtiers were doing overtime and were
in cut-throat competition to prove before the powers that be that they were the
principal sycophants several notches above their nearest rival. They and they alone could feel the pulse of
public. Politicians were busy innovating newer and more and more novel methods
how to be-fool public. Their main
concerned being precious vote in their favor.
Caste consideration, nepotism, favoritism, regionalism and religious
fanaticism were the order of the day.
Nobody raised eyebrows, as all were having downcast eyes for one reason
or the other. How to become rich and
rich overnight was the preoccupation of one and all, ruler and ruled alike. Sky
was the limit, nay, sky was not the limit.
Lofty schemes such as ‘Double your money’ to ‘A to Z massage centers’ and
‘Escort services’ were leaving nobody un-massaged and un -fleeced.
Circa
2012, 16th December, is the Black Day when the Dark Age completely
overtook and blackened the face of Bharat i.e. India and ‘We The People of
India’ had put to shame the mankind in
general and Indians in particular.
