Words matter, not only
what you say but also the way you say them. You have to own them if you want
people to believe you. And if you don’t agree with that, just ask
yourself how many people paid attention to the meek-voiced mumbling of Dr
Manmohan Singh even in the most important of public moments. He always sounded
as if he would rather not say the words he was reading out or even be there for
that matter. He refused to look you in the eye, preferring to focus rather
desperately on the draft of his speech. He always gave the impression that he
was communing with the paper or something that none of us could see in that
Furthermore, I’m not sure he was even aware of the existence of Indians as people. His work always seemed directed at an abstract principle or his principals, the Former First Family. So while you were aware he’s a brilliant man, you felt that he was ill at ease with the man on the street. He came across as a non-human entity, not someone who would sit down with you over a glass of tea in a street corner stall. No wonder he’s so wary of elections. Strangely enough, he closely resembles the type of person our ancients (and, by extension, all nationalists) might hold up as the ideal of a wise man. He is modest and abstemious, economical of speech, austere, vegetarian and personally honest, but really, whom does he inspire? His students, possibly, but what about the rest of us?
On the other hand, his successor can make the most ordinary word speak so eloquently that it makes you tingle from the top of your head to the toes. Take note of three words with which he often opens his conversations, “Mere pyaare desvaasiyon”. He always says them loud and clear, with affection and familiarity, as if he can see every person he’s addressing, even on radio. They can feel the love, just look at their reaction. Every beloved citizen, equally cherished as an individual, hears him and waits for him to go on. That’s half the battle for any public figure because he’s got people listening and when they do that they are going to respond.
No one would claim that what Narendrabhai says is particularly brilliant or even original and some things are a restatement of the obvious. But he seems to feel my pain and he’s a real human being with all their defects and virtues. We’ve seen worse. At least, whatever he does, he sounds like he means it. He’s an enthusiast by instinct and training, a compulsive glad-hander and greeter who seems to like nothing better to lock eyes, shake hands and hug everything in sight. He even had the time in his busy schedule for a twitter message to Jhulan Goswami for her bowling in the World Cup final. Of course, we know there’s a bit of horseshit as well, but hey, that’s what makes the world go round.
But just look at the contrast with the other side which is so… absent. The outstanding characteristic of these people is the presence of absence, emptiness. Not just no eye contact, no contact of any kind, period. What kind of signal are you sending when you do that?
Maybe that’s what the 73 per cent approval figure is about; it’s a prize for wearing your heart on your sleeve and being there, even if the big picture is hazy and only vaguely outlined. At least it tells you we’ll be all right and it’s miles ahead of the snark without substance that Pappuji and his acolytes keep offering up. In any case they’re all like “crooked Hillary”. No one hears them even when they talk sense. So our great leader can say whatever he wishes. No, that’s not right, I’m not saying he’s better only by default. He is, in fact, way ahead.
Look at the surgical strikes. Has anyone done anything like it since 1971? We gave those Nagas a small taste of what we are capable of doing and they swallowed their pride and resumed the dialogue. Whatever happens there is another matter, but that bit of steel was enough to make them show the white feather and retreat to the table. As for the Pakistanis they’ve learnt the hard way that we’ve got muscle and are ready to use it. What happened after 26/11? We heard some weepy, whiny stuff about justice and rule of law, but nothing came of it. We’re still waiting for justice while the masterminds of that carnage are running around under Islamabad’s protection.
Narendrabhai by contrast tried to reason with the Pakistanis after Pathankot 2016. He showed a lot of patience with their attitude. And what did they do? They killed 18 of our boys in Uri sector. That was the final straw. Enough is enough, he thundered, and then they felt the thunder when we raided their camps across the border and killed dozens of their jihadis. The Pakistanis were gobsmacked, rendered speechless; they even refused to admit that an attack had taken place. As if anyone believed them. We showed them, and everyone else, that nothing beats the mailed fist for a message.
On a happier note, the other side of the story is entirely positive. Bovine emissions are about to become an exact science, thanks to the encouragement for a proper investigation of their curative properties. We now have a National Steering Committee (NSC) for the “Scientific Validation and Research on Panchgavya (SVAROP)”.
Of course, there’s a price to pay for hanging tough, and the border isn’t so quiet nowadays. We’ve lost a few more of our boys but we’ve also taken out many of theirs and shown them that they can deny but they can’t hide from us any longer. We’ll go across and get them whenever we feel like it. That’s worth a few martyrdoms, surely. And it makes you feel at least six inches taller. But there’ll always be some pinko progressive to tell you that six inches higher also means six inches closer to losing your head. What they forget is that those guys won’t be strutting around so boldly either. Bloody libtards will have us all sitting meekly in bunkers waiting to be shot or bombed out instead of looking for the manly solution.
Talking of the manly
thing, someone is finally trying to do the right thing by the cow. All these
years every neta and every swami spoke piously and at nauseating length about
the cow as our mother but no one lifted a finger to stop the slaughter.
Appeasement and secular balance were always more important. Not for
Narendrabhai and his band of brothers who have made cow protection law and then
organised posses of protectors to make sure no one could ill treat our holy
mother. It’s working finally because we have the support of the government. We
have to understand, however, that he can’t be directly involved in any of this.
He’s provided the set-up, the rest is up to us. And it’s simply unfair to blame
him for the law and order problems that arise from the efforts to stop the
illegal traffic in cows. That is the business of the states. So while the good
work goes on, he’s bound to distance himself from the excesses like lynching.
After all, he’s sworn to defend the Constitution and uphold the traditions of
his office. But we do know where his sympathies lie. On a personal note, lynch
mobs are definitely not to be encouraged. But, as a very wise leader from UP
said, young men in the heat of passion sometimes things they regret afterwards.
And sometimes they do some good that was never intended. Enough said, a hint is
enough for the sensible man.
On a happier note, the other side of the story is entirely positive. Bovine emissions are about to become an exact science, thanks to the encouragement for a proper investigation of their curative properties. We now have a National Steering Committee (NSC) for the “Scientific Validation and Research on Panchgavya (SVAROP)”. The committee has representatives from the Department of Science and Technology, the Department of Biotechnology (DBT) and the Council of Scientific & Industrial Research (CSIR), in collaboration with IIT-Delhi. Other ministries will enter the picture as and when necessary.
Truly, this is a great project to revive the real temples of our Bharat. We are about to rescue our traditional knowledge systems from the dung heap in which the so-called progressive type had buried them. And this is just the beginning; we’re not only creating the new discipline of “Bostaurology” but we will continue to leverage the wisdom of our ancients under the benign stewardship of our new leaders to complete the transformation to economic and moral superpower. Proud to be Indian, as they say.
Moreover, we have an inbuilt advantage that we don’t realise. Millions of people already know about the good things that result from following our lived heritage because they faithfully observe it. But they don’t advertise the fact for fear of the scorn they would attract from scientific-liberal types. And that is a real shame, that people who have so little real power or relevance should still have so much influence over others. But that is finally coming to an end. More ordinary Indians are embracing their culture openly and with pride. We’re standing up to be counted and people look at us with new respect. For that we can thank our beloved leader, for his courage and frank acknowledgement of his roots.
By now, I’m sure all
of us are familiar with, and some of us are heartily sick of, one refrain from
the left-leaning wonders of India, “this is the beginning of fascism, our
democracy will soon be buried under a regressive, authoritarian agenda”. In the
first place, it reeks of hypocrisy. Exactly how democratic is a party that
never bothers to hold an election for its leadership? Their last premier never
fought an election in his life and he couldn’t take a step unless Pappuji or
mummyji allowed it. Right now they have one chief minister in a major state. He
fought and won the last election on his own steam but he still has to humble
himself before the witless wonders that make up the court of the Great Failed
Hope in Delhi.
Their sense of entitlement is nothing short of breathtaking, especially as some of them chickened out of the last Lok Sabha election. One of them even developed an illness just before it and thereby escaped the ignominy of going down without a whimper. No one elected them, no one knows them but they keep saying they represent the people. You pinch yourself and ask if you’re dreaming when you hear them talk. No wonder Narendrabhai and Amitji are so confident about the future. They know very well that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men can’t put Numpty together again.
And have you seen the people they consider friends and allies? Which one to choose first? Let’s take Nitish Babu’s Bihar, that great bastion of resistance to Modiji’s government and crucible of an experiment with prohibition so pure that you will be arrested if you had a drink in UP or Jharkhand, wandered into the state by mistake and were unlucky enough to be breathalysed. Police have the right to raid your house if they hear a report that you have a bottle of alcohol stashed away somewhere. You’ll go to jail if they find that bottle. Apparently the chief minister is so worried about your health that he’s ready to send you to jail if he thinks that will make you better. Not because he wants to, you understand, but you leave him with no choice.
We should all be grateful for his concern but need to question his judgment because his remedy to ensure his state’s health is actually making it much worse. The reason for that is the pact with his predecessor, Lalu Prasad Yadav, convicted on charges of corruption, at large on perpetual bail, and the father of Nitish’s two most powerful deputies. One of Lalu’s best friends is the don of Siwan, Mohammad Shahabuddin, serving life in jail for kidnap leading to murder. In the Hussain Ganj police station at Siwan, he is listed as a “history-sheeter type A”, which is taken to indicate criminals who are beyond reform. He’s accused of at least half a dozen murders, the trials for which are at various stages. He’s also a four-term MP from Lalu’s own party. And this alliance is expected to be one of the key points of resistance to Modiji’s party in the next election. How having a convict on bail at the centre of things will make life better for the ordinary man is anyone’s guess. Perhaps all will be revealed later.
This is not the only example. Take Telangana, where one family rules all, chokes off the opposition by forcing its MLAs to join it and dominates the media. The chief minister is too clever to choose sides so far ahead of the general election but the opposition would be happy to have him on its side. So who’s the fascist here? And we haven’t even mentioned the lunatic in rubber slippers who’s singlehandedly leading Bengal into an abyss deeper than even the communists could find.
It’s worth mentioning that none of the three has any time for opposition to their agenda, an independent media, or citizens protesting against the hopelessly corrupt environment they’re creating, or even privately circulated caricatures of the leaders. These are the people who are supposed to restore the open society and its freedoms which are allegedly being taken away by our Modiji. Do we need to go any further down this road?
In other words, can the worst case scenario in the honest effort to restore governance be worse than what these people are doing to their states? It’s true that they don’t have the jackbooted thugs of Mussolini’s facisti or Hitler’s brown shirts but there’s no doubt that they control the lives of people as arbitrarily and tightly as any communist state.
Oh, yes, one more thing, nepotism; can anyone point to that where a single government minister is concerned? Much is made of the home minister’s UP MLA son but that’s because it is such a contrast with the norm. On the other side, Pappuji is only the latest (and hopefully last) in a dynasty that goes back four generations. The coterie around him is, almost without exception, comprised of generational family retainers, either personal or political. Then there’s Telangana, a one-family (e)state, Bihar, playground of the Lalu family, or Bengal, where the chief minister’s nephew is one of the power brokers. Why would any voter in their senses choose these dubious individuals over a leader who works only for his constituents every day, every hour of the day?
It can’t be denied
that, hard as he works, Narendrabhai has had one stupendous stroke of fortune.
That is the mental bankruptcy of Pappuji and his cronies who don’t seem to have
noticed that they’re sitting in a ruined mansion. Eternal moonshine of the
vacant kind doesn’t start to describe their collective foolishness. But the
best of us need a bit of luck so why begrudge him this small bonus? He’s used
it to make a whole lot of luck for the rest of us.
Just consider the facts. Inflation is at a 20-year low. Petrol and other fuel prices have fallen steeply and more than 2 crore poor people have got gas connections and clean fuel through Modiji’s persuasion. More people than ever are buying personal transport. Foreign investment is now being counted in the tens of billions of dollars. Black money transactions have got more and more difficult, so the system is being cleaned up slowly but surely. Not a single central minister is under suspicion of corruption.
We’re generating more clean power than ever and on track to exceed our promises to the world. Direct cash transfers to poor people have become much more efficient with Aadhar. They’re also the biggest beneficiaries of demonetisation. The stock market keeps zooming to new heights every day. Agricultural production has remained constant despite two years of poor rain. So why aren’t we counting our blessings and bursting crackers in celebration? What more are we waiting for, aren’t these already acche din? So what if it took a few lynchings to get there?