Celebrating sixty years of rape

The mothballed flag is out of the closet. There is a small hole near the Ashok Chakra but the early morning sun will make sure that it is not visible. The cassettes containing “sar kata sakte hain lekinsar jhuka sakte nahin” and “Ae mere watan ke logon” have also been tested, played and replayed. Rafi Sa’ab’s voice is barely audible and Lataji’s voice is quivering. The tapes have taken up a lot of moisture since the last time they were played on the 15th of August last year. Thankfully Mahendra Kapoor is still booming with his “bharat ka rahne wala hoon”. Hell, why don’t they make movies on India’s democracy? As to how India became a democracy. We could have had a different set of songs then. And as for me, I am enjoying a holiday right in the middle of the week. And along with my country men, celebrating rape. The rape of the country in the hands of the democratically elected representatives. It is sixty years since we have thrown the country into the hands of a few gentle men who are supposed to take us forward. Since we are far too busy with fending for ourselves. And just look at what they have done.
“Peoples’ representatives”. The term in itself seems to be a big farce. 25% of the population electing 500 of them who will decide what is good and what is bad for over one billion people. 25% of the eligible voters who are bought off with sarees, toddy and other freebies. You wake up early in the morning on election day, walk to the election booth and see that you vote has already been cast. And by the way….does anybody cast his vote? I knew most vote their caste here. Supporters of political parties intimidate voters. In fact supporters of a particular political party go to the extent of snatching the voters’ identity cards of any one they think might vote for the other party.
The “peoples’ representatives” fan the religious and regional feelings and make hell break loose. And then revel in the mayhem that follows. Everyone, every damn one right form the gate keeper to the mantri sitting in the comforts of his airconditioned office has a “valid” and “logical” reason to steal and embezzle. While the common man, mind you, the one who brought the “peoples’ representative” to power gets fucked on the streets, the “peoples’ representative” , moves around in air conditioned cars, with the police force forced to lick his ass rather than protect the one getting fucked on the streets.
And in between all this, we celebrate the day our country became a republic. A form of government, “by the people” (Doesn’t matter if its only 25%), for (fucking) the people and of the people (belonging to the same caste as theirs). The only other day when the national flag sees the light of the day. A day when we can make love in the afternoon (it’s a national holiday, goddamnit, all of us are at home), while the country gets raped.