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THE LOK(NATYA) SABHA STORY...



 So we witnessed a very dramatic session of the highest law making ‘democratic firm’ of our nation on 27th and 30th December, which happened to be a part of the extended session. The ironic thing in the debate for LOKPAL being, the parliament remained ‘sine die’ for the most part of its working schedule and suddenly when the Team ANNA pressurized, the government decided to have a prolonged profound discussion on the topic to get the bill passed!!!

The media, which thrived upon the TEAM ANNA for surviving in the midst of tumbling viewership suddenly, started showering sharp flaks on the same team since their sole purpose of mongering with the minds of people was served. Yes!! They fidgeted in August, circa 24hrs around the Team ANNA to create an aura of the India Against Corruption to be ‘the most sensational’ movement after the JP movement and now after 5 months, in December, they calculatingly and intentionally turned the tables by denouncing the renouncement  of this very same movement…

Well there is something else I would like to write about: LOK SABHA. if you are thinking that I may enunciate the technicalities of the LOWER HOSUE, then I am happy to disappoint you, for all I would be doing is surge the risible side of the eloquent ‘debate’  and the act of chicanery, wisely veiled with perfect immaculateness by the Government.

The very famous and overheard song since 1976 composed by THE SURVIVOR which was featured in ROCKY; ‘Eye of the tiger’, has a wonderful line inscribed in it which says, “so many times, it happens too fast, you change your passion for glory...”                                                               After watching the double portfolio master (minister!)  Mr. Kapil Sibal, who kicked off the diatribe with Sushmaji, made me reminiscent of the above line.  From what we all know about him, he is a CRIMINAL lawyer but he was acting so nicely, with perfect ‘theatrical’ dialect. He swung his hands suavely, bent down and with his senile, white eye-brows made beautiful gestures enough for Karan Johar to cast him for next stupid-cum-cupid-cum-family drama. Look, it was his passion to be a CRIMINAL lawyer instead he chose to be a politician for GLORY.. but as they say, no matter how much you try to change your destiny, it only changes the form of being represented…. This was quite evident from the way Kapilji was defending the criminality of his government and now comes the hilarious line tantamount to the next line of the same song, “ don’t lose the grip on the dreams of the past, you must fight just to keep ‘em alive”…..

I missed the most beguiling speech made by Shahsi Tharoor. What I heard from all was he ‘spoke’ splendidly and I know the reason for the ‘splendidness’ which was his half American, half Brit accent, which many would have found to be too great to concentrate on the topic he was shedding light on. Given the faces and voices of Lalu, Kharge, Sushil Kumar Shinde, Vilasrao Deshmukh and Narayan Swamy; nonetheless Shashi Tharoor was the best orator of the day.

The favorite speech of the media was our finance minister’s: Pranabda.. he made some great one-liners which stole some wicked smiles from all otherwise bugged ministers. “don’t be hurry in coming to power [to Yashwant Sinha], wait till 2014 elections”, “ in the conquest of getting the best, we are not ready to lose the good” , thankfully it was pertinent to Lokpal bill…he gave some great examples during the regime of the Indira Gandhi in 1971 but couldn’t stage a perfect flag for their agenda.

In middle of all this, the only super-woman (yeah, I have to use the prefix since she tried a lot, using her chirping voice like a teacher-in-distress to control the professional beast-like-humans) who fought tooth and nail to pose an unprejudiced image, albeit in vain, was Ms Meera Kumar-the trying-to-be-veteran speaker of the house. Indubitably, she had the weakest nutshell prevent from cracking. “baith jayie, baith jayie aap.. kahde mat rahiye” was the SLOGAN of the evening ... it was like every MP was trying to get attention of the prettiest voiced lady in the house….


The astounding scene was the way in which laws are made and is, indeed very saddening, because it relies on a very flimsy base called the numbers!!  A VOICE vote is so inappropriate…We elect our representatives to make laws in the parliament, the supreme house, which will not only do good for the nation but also for the generations to be coming henceforth. The LS is clearly a place manipulated by numbers!! The party which has got a simple majority has the right to pass any bill, in the form they want to, expunging some or all amendments, which are useful in making the law more powerful and rational. The strength of 247 AYES is too dominating for the provision of including a healthy discussion!!! The merely trivial, meek NOs form the very same part of this democracy, where the voices are curbed because they are not in umpteen. It’s shameful and deceptive on whose side? The government or the constitution that has adopted democracy without addressing this disdainful scene or the people of this country for electing such diplomatic ‘policy-makers’… the night saw the weak bill being passed but the blame game started because it was thwarted from giving a constitutional status.


Amongst all the chaos, no single party was the neither a sinner nor loser but a common man like me and you are the ultimate bearers of the horrendous CORRUPTION… it’s not the MPs who will have to deal with this every morning, since they are easily eluded from facing the ground realities and we have to continue being a DARTBOARD and the every single throw of the honed arrow in form corruption is going to obliterate our living gradually.

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