The shaky within!

Political leaders quickly don many attires and perform many acts, often strange to regale the masses. Narendra Modi Ji, our PM, keenly watching the drummers in Japan during his visit, shocked the viewers as he got up, grabbed a pair of sticks to show his hidden talent with the drums. Our PM’s appearance in Bear Grylls’s Man Vs Wild show, too, would have satiated the hunger of a class of people who were doubting Toms about his overall powerplay. I leave his appearance with Barack Obama in a signature suit much unlike his party’s avowed simplicity principle. The latest salvo is the Motera stadium which he has named after himself.

Rahul, the Congress party’s scion too, had his contributions, though in milder levels, from sporting a sacred-thread or clumsily wearing a ‘veshti’ to prove his pan-India polling season credentials. His famous hug of Modi in the Parliament and a bloody wink are all pointers towards nudging him to do something different and special. Yesterday, during his visit in a boat with Kerala’s fishermen, he dived into the ocean with his pant, shirt et al.

Closer at home, Mamata di, unlike any of her predecessors, is never short of ideas. She dons many hats. A poet, who can look at eyeball to eyeball with the best poets in the world while writing poems, her committed fans glowing at the State’s growing intellectual standards. She can take any brush, any paint, acrylic, oil or complex polymers to fill the canvasses in merely a few strokes, which would fetch tens of thousands of lacs spontaneously from ‘art’ lovers.

A strong disciple of Gandhian satyagraha, when her party men do not beat up political opponents, she was on a hunger strike for 25 days at a stretch against the left front government’s atrocities. Didi, educated as a lawyer, had even appeared once in the court, with a black robe, neckband, et al., in defence of her party man arrested. Didi recently invaded a large village kitchen and took over the cooking as comfortable as writing poems.

Not to be left behind Modi and his drumming skills, Didi too took to gongs and conches with impromptu songs against the citizenship act, famously known as ‘caa caa chi chi.’ She has appeared on the streets of Rome singing Rabindra Sangeet during the beatification of Mother Teresa. Mamata di plays harmonium or piano, deftly, matching her painting and poetry skills. She sat in the pillion of an e-scooter and drove to her office with her minister and confidante, Firhad Hakim, in the driver seat. Used only to being in the driver’s seat all along, she soon took the controls, but the result was obvious.

In all, every politician periodically suffers from amour propre, a lack of self-esteem, and repeatedly shows their followers that they are able and way better than others.

We minions suffer!

Sampath Kumar
Intrépide Voice