14/01/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal
Not long ago there was this crispy news article about madam Mayawati “ji” from the north (my native, btw) that she sent her private jet to Mumbai from Delhi to fetch her preferred brand of sandals. This was reported by Wiki Leaks in September recently. Although I have dire reservations about the sanctity of Wiki Leaks’ so called “Leaks” and I am also not very sure whether to believe this incidence or not. Knowing her she probably did, but judging a priori let it be beneath that gray proverbial cloud where she’s given the benefit of doubt. Though even when left at that, and coupled with our previous experiences drawn from the don’t-give-a-damn attitude of our beloved politicians, we surely know that IF it were true we shouldn’t be alarmed.
Because they can! And, because we let them walk away!
Mayawati (allegedly) spent Rs. 685 Crores on the 33 acre plot! The park is to “honour” those Dalits who cannot visit Lucknow.
This memorial is for so many Dalits who now live in the capital and also for the people of Western UP who can’t visit Lucknow.
While doing the usual politician thing she said that the Congress has failed to pay tribute to Dalit icons like Ambedkar or Kanshi Ram and that “Now we have given them that honour.”
She conveniently forgets to answer the Hows and the Whys of the situation while remaining aloof and ignoring outright the meaningless allocation of 18 Crores for fighting the menace of Japanese Encephalitis. And then she says that she has used only 1% of the UP budget for her “dream” project. I remember what Rohington Mistry had to say about Statistics when he wrote a cracker of an article directed at the Mumbai University’s then Vice Chancellor.
He is, we are told, a PhD in statistics – a useful subject for dealing with permutations, combinations and probabilities but silent on the matter of moral responsibility.
The same can be said about such statistics shoved on to our faces by these politicians. They take us to be a large mass of crap and trash! The sorry part is that we let them crap over us. We crib and crib and crib some more… but that is where we stop. No initiative. Zilch. Nothing. Just empty space. Not to be unfair by singling out ONE politician we can add umpteen to our list. There is Advani who tried very very hard to get to the hot seat by throwing the Hindutva card to the population. He realised (too late) that people are NOT soooo dumb after all. Modi will meet his downfall. His “industrial outlook” and “vision” will fall short. I swear it will. I’d rather NOT have good roads and bridges if they are meant as an eye wash to cover up the blood shed! There is Lalu who thought his idiosyncratic (read lunatic) behaviour will be tolerated for ever. Nitish Kumar, without pomp and band bajaas, is doing a much much better job than him.
Anyways, what makes us such pitiable that we are mentally and intellectually raped every few years? How come we stand up for another gang bang as soon as one of the “rapist” is done with us? Firangis come here and are in awe of the “bounce backiability” of Mumbaikars. Little do they realise that they’re thawing the vengeance that creeps within us! Little do they know that this is not something to be proud of. It is embarrassing to be able to keep a straight face when you know that you’re just about to be screwed. People say it takes a lot of guts to board the local trains after the blasts. Yes, it does. Now really! Do we HAVE another option? Yeah yeah we can talk in our holier than thou monotones and say that we can stage a black armband march or a flash mob. Hello, it does NOT work! It’s a step in the right direction, yes. But beyond that it’s nothing! Very rarely does something constructive come out from just a flash mob.
What we, as the future generation, lack is called “Thairao” in Urdu. I don’t really know how to explain it in plain English but it boils down to patience. We do not have the patience to look, and walk all the way, to the end of any situation. We get bugged. We get tired. We get impatient. We just fake a belief that we did what we could and now we cannot do anything further. And even after that initiative we took things do not go right we blame the victim. They let those people run over themselves, we say. They are never going to learn, we say! They are not bothered, we say!
Till the time you don’t step into the shoes of an employee who has to work 11 hours every day to earn 8 grands a month we are in no position to say that these people don’t do anything. That these people let them walk over them. It is the duty of us privileged folks to do it FOR them! If they come out for the march and andolan their wives will go hungry; their kids will be kicked out of school; their job will no more be a given. Do we expect a man with a hungry kid at home to be bothered more about the immediate hunger of his child or his well being in the long run? Arre yaar agar mar gaya toh kaahe ka well being???
I have decided that from now, this very minute I am going to do a tiny act of selfless service. Everyday! I’ll do something that is small, very small, but i will see to it that I go along with it to the end! A beggar on the street? No money. I will give him/her food! A wrapper in a garden? No swearing. I will pick it up and chuck it in the bin!
Morons making noise? No sleepless night. I will call the nearest police station and make sure they shut up. At least try to. If I have the audacity to ride without my helmet I better be up to paying the fine if I’m caught! Own up to MY faults. I crib about corruption and readily pay a bribe if I’m caught. Bloody hell!
I hope I stick to this. A small act. Everyday! Allah has given me so much. I should learn not to be an asshole! I’ve probably spent the last 24 years cribbing. I hope I stop. If not I’m just as much to blamed for the dirt and squalor around my area than the esteemed corporator!