"Now you know why was I silent for 10 years"

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“Ladies and gentlemen, you all are welcome for the first ever cabinet meeting of our government. I welcome you open-heartedly for giving me the opportunity to run this country. The way I am looking at this, we are for sure going to change the system of our nation. We would burn midnight oil and let ourselves to be immersed into public welfare and governance. Let’s formulate policies which are in the benefit of the people.”

Interrupting the speaker said a gentleman who was self-proclaimed messiah of ‘minorities’, “No, this is incorrect, wrong, unparlimentary, unconstitutional and anti-minority. What you are talking about is rubbish. I want you to give me social welfare schemes for minorities. You must give them free houses, free ration, free cycles, free laptops, free jobs, free wife and free children.”

“Sir, free wife and children? Ehh, you are inhuman!! You bloody douche. I am human rights activist. Look at your filthy language. How dare you use it? You have no respect for women and children. Gone are the days when people like you used to thrive on patriarchal doctrine to encroach basic human rights, especially women. People like you have made women to dance on your tunes; you have used them to clean up all your mess by giving you sexual pleasures. You look at your child as a tool who will satisfy your monetary needs in future” Said a gentleman crushing his fist against the table; he floated a political party which was formerly an NGO fighting for human rights. He somehow had won 5 seats in Lok Sabha elections and had agreed to party coalition government.

The speaker finally got a chance to continue from where he had left. Being indifferent to all this mess, he continued to speak, “I am extremely sadden by the fact that the previous government has left no money in the treasury to run this country and with mounting fiscal deficit, I think it’s now time for all of us to unanimously come to a decision of taking bold reforms: increasing LPG, reducing subsidies on fertilizers and food grains. We have to make some disinvestments in PSUs”

“What is this rubbish?” groaned a woman in her fifties who resembled like a disgruntled Bengali leader.

“I supported your government because you are pro- aam admi!! Now what are you doing!! This is unacceptable. I live for aam-admi, eat aam-admi’s food, wear aam-admi’s clothes and moreover cry like the same aam-admi. You will make his life hell. I don’t care if you don’t have money to run this country. You have no moral right to take it from my aam-admi. You should be ashamed of yourself for taking this money from the poor gut itself”

“But Didi, try to understand! We are desperately in need of money without which we can improve the current pathetic condition. If we don’t improve then we can never achieve stability and equality in society”

A woman passionate about being erecting self-obsessed IDOLS in an entire park woke up from deep sleep and trying to pretend that she was keenly into the discussion happening around, she spoke in hoarse voice, “ I heard you” pointing her figure towards the speaker she said, “ I heard you said something about equality. Thanks for raising it up. I am not going to accept your anti-Dalit policies. You better back off or else you will face the ire of my caste. I want more reservations!! Err… I mean my people want more reservations in whatever you want to do. My people have been deprived of opportunities. I want reservations in water-supply, food-grains, bus, train and even in jobs, though I have, but now I demand more; make it 50% exclusively for my people.”

And then silence filled the room. Everybody was looking at the speaker cautiously hoping he would speak something but, they were surprised to see him not doing so. They wanted him to speak more because people from various fraternities were still waiting to interrupt him with their new stereotypic arguments. He still didn’t speak; instead he stared at the turban man sitting in one of the corners of the room. That man didn’t seem to be too socializing. Others too followed the speaker and stared at him.

Being now the centre of attention, the man in turban and white beard broke out; his laughter broke the silence and all dignitaries present in the room laughed with him. Reason was still unknown, but the speaker was brilliant enough to catch the cynical smile on the face of white beard-turbaned man which succinctly said, “Now you know why was I silent for 10 years”