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Thursday, September 2, 2010

Silly Polly..


Politicking: a mindless jambooree ,a circus with only jokers.




The ringmaster is womanhandled.The queen bee is there to do a flip.The acrobats are the people`s representatives who very gracefully shift their loyalties from one pole to other.The fillers are the no confidence and other motions(except loose!) wherein the fun part is seeing a new face pasted on the countenance of some of the most pro people of the faronade.The main act tough is the balance act of the ballot.Audience in gasps,waiting eagerly for the star performer to reveal its hidden visage ,they are the ones who have overpaid for this.The trickery in the stunts well hidden almost pales in comparison to the inordinate wealth ammassed.The elephant`s grass being consumed in a scam,it refuses to do a samba.The lion`s share of the meat already being served on the plate of a circus beaureaucrat,is restless in its cage of rules and diktats and just grinding its teeth for the oppurtune time.
                       
The lawlessness rife,the insensitiveness a part of it,the circus is a mocking grave for those pitiful animals who do bidding for their masters with honesty and almost a painful reluctance.But they dont have the claws to fight their grass/meat/bread givers(or eaters!!).But a time will come.
The fight over water stream between the trainers leads to a chaotic situation in the assembly where the prima donna makes peace by having a cake being handed out to both,water completely absent from the discourse.
   The freedom of speech of the performers gagged,they pay for their opinions(tweets or otherwise).The circus being officially hailed as a saving grace for these jungleless beasts,they are pinned down for not being human(read leaders).
                        The weapons to have the audience enthralled are brought on a premium,the deals clandestine,the paychecks exchanged under the furniture,corruption is the one thing that dosent have a fixed tenure for a career in this carnival.Sixty years old but still reeling from unprofessionalism ,this circus pains the exchequer where it hurts him the most.
                   When the acts get old,the acrobatism and athletism no longer a favourite among the ever demanding crowd,the new acts are brought in a jiffy.The rodeos start flapping their red towels,the bulls with shining horns and venom exhaling flared nostrils on a  rampage.The only problem is,in quest to save the show,the risk taken exceeds with every move.The audience`s life on the line,with the bull mistaking the arena for the close lanes of spain,things start to get nasty.The blood that was being shed of the animals now takes the  bluish tinge of the blue blood of the blue collared gentry who pay their way to the grand stands.
            What is the role of the jokers in the entire farce?They make us cry.Facade of the humour inducing paints and grotesquely done features does little to hide their snide little faces eating away into our psyche and thought process.They lead the herds.They carry out the pogroms.And the worse part is,they cant be identified,they are part of the crowd, all jokers! Their jokes joke the bonding between the amiably living animals,they with their humour dril through the lawfulness of the jungle.They come when the animals are united and are readying for an upheaval,for a rebellion.They reduce the unity to shambles by having blood and gore smeared all over the paper of the joint pact.Life miserable,future uncertain,responsibilities bricks on the shoulder,they succumb to the ruse.Again they find themselves entwined in system.Again doing the rolls on the slight whiplash of their masters,again displaying their fake ferocity,again dancing to the tunes of the horror overtures.
                           with the rerun of the age old cynicism in the nearby theatre,the innocent flock to distaste the ongoing charade.The emotions of being led and being fed in furnace arent too distinct.Everyone wants to be the captain of their soul.And thats where this circus draws its power from.It promises freedom.Freedom from our mundane lives,freedom from the incoming mondays,freedom from the ineviable distress.But it does a hoop-a-la instead.It borrows your peace of mind to make sure that you are tethered even more.It binds you in the process of promising freedom,the only catch is :it itself can never be free or for that matter of fact,fair!
                     Many promise,several giveaways.The show boasts of its power to usher a change.Its consistency in beguiling the gullible deserves a devils snare for a tiara.The audience vote.Every applause is a vote,every jeer a rejection.But the mirage survives.The head of the snake may mutate and metamorphosize itself to different faces,the venom is always lethal and the grip always suffocating.The venom tastes like a heavenly drink save for the internal thorns emanating from its passage down the oesophagus.
                 To make the entire circus machine running it requires the oil of innocent animals aka unsuspecting participants,as well as blood of those performers who inadvertantly shell out their crimson fluid in line for their masters.The winners are only those who are perched at the top,observing and savouring the commotion of the commonplace.The bouquets often in the form of garlands worth several crores are honoured upon the neck of those who throw bricks in return.Such is the state of apathy,such is the circus of politicking.

I wait for that leviathan.I wait for that gigantic bird which will soar away with its pinions into the uninhibited skies.I wait for that revolution.I wait for that day when the circus will be remembered in the annuls of the legends and when the shackeled freedom will be just a misnomer.
           

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