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Military And Democracy


A regime it could be

military in a way

autocracy in sway

dictatorship all the way

far away from glee.

 

A governance it could be

democratic in form

by the people in calm

for the people in norm

without a fear of flee.

 

Autocracy and democracy

found side by side

would take one by a ride

one commands a hide

the other extends a free slide

one or the other leadsMilitary rule  to an insurgency.

 

 

 

 

 

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Democracy.


Democracy is not only in the country

be it in home too anyway

the equality seen in the external

be imposed in the internal

democracy be it for the people

would be also be by the people

same could be held in sway at home

be it for the children all the same

be it by the children not in name

being the most challenging form

could  lead to a life of calm

both in the region outward

and  in the area inward

a diligence would create peace

an indulgence would lead to pieces

being a straight set of practice all the more

we have to work it to the core

a slight slide would result in a disaster

a slip would bring in a danger

could be said not of the nation

be that in the home with a reason

the ego be overwhelmed  between the siblings

would come to a stand of rivalry and misunderstanding

similar could be that of in the country

where differences rise up and cause an awry

the house makes a nation all the while

so that animosity be seen in style

well this  could be said of democracy on the whole

being that power to the people of great value in the roll.

 

 

 

 

 

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Democracy.


People cast their votes.
Leaders get a thumping win.
The country inordinately suffers.democracy

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Indian Sells His Vote.


The  cost  price fixed by Indian politician for a vote is Rs 500, or 10$.The price , he feels is reasonable. Let us work out his expenditure.

He is a nominated candidate of a party  . His constituency has about 1 million voters.

1000000 X 500=5,00,000,000 RS.or 10000000$.This is his expenditure.

In 5 years his worth is  150X expenses.You calculate the working . I leave it to you. I wish  to become an active politician , in my next birth, if at all I have one. As , I have made no money in this birth, perhaps  I am not made of such  wonderful stuff. I am a loose bag of principles, truth and sincerity , all woven  in the most strange manner.

The 500 Rs has been disbursed  meticulously and with great punctuality.If  the candidate  wins , his tenure is for 5 years . He  will not serve   not  the people, but will start  spinning money. His assets, I am told  will multiply 300 times. Amazing , is it not?

The poor Indian sells his valuable franchise for peanuts. His vulnerability is exploited. His despondency  and his ignorance are stretched to the fullest strength. He is taken in a vehicle to cast his vote. He  is closely watched by the party strongholds of his area. After , the ritual is over , he is left  uncared in the polling booth.  The pampering is over. The coaxing and cajoling ends abruptly. Now , our Indian walks barefoot  home in the scorching sun.

The parties , the candidates, the leaders forget  our friend. He  becomes a non entity. The promises , during the election campaign fly in the air. The political big wig , is busy minting money. His constituency becomes his fiefdom. He rules with aides, who are deputed to collect money for approvals, for sanctions, for admission in educational institutions. His auditors work out his balance sheet. The  professionals are clever in manipulation.The proforma speaks volumes. The Member of Parliament , in a year has brought a turn over ,that no industry, however profitable can produce. At  the end of five years , he becomes one among the thousand richest Indian. It is a  feat unsurpassable , an achievement unthinkable, a credit  astounding.

The Indian who sold his rights for Rs 500, remains the same. He lives in the small thatched hut. There is no proper facilities. There is no sanitation, no potable water, and no basic amenities. A percentage of Indians sleep on the pavements. .They eagerly wait for the next election to get a glimpse of the Member of Parliament . The man walks in with folded hands,in a pressed white dhoti and starched white shirt, with gold rings in his ten fingers and big diamond studded bracelts  in his wrists, exposing in detail his accrued wealth. Mesmerised stands our friend , in his tattered clothes , unkempt hair holding out  his hand to receive , perhaps this time a little more , say 1000 Rs , which is 20$.

Where is  democracy? Where is equality? Where is governance.?