Friday, August 07, 2009

All Delhi's men

It's increasingly becoming self evident.

The Chief Minister acted on the instructions given to him by the ruling class of Delhi while he was in New Delhi itself.

The intructions:

1. Pay lip service to judicial inquiry and buy time.

2. Suspend some Manipur police commando pesonnel.

3. After some days(when there is no agitations in the streets) say there would be judicial inquiry only after the completion of the magisterial inquiry,now underway.

If the ruling class of Delhi stoops so low,it's our legitimate right to put intoplay this conjecture:

They quitely kept in touch with the Opposition leader in Parliament and then, with all other leaders of the smaller smaller political parties.

Their main thrust: Let the Tehelka photos of the murder of an arrested man by Manipur police comandos be kept off limit from the floor of the Parliament,in session right at the moment.

Their premises: INDIA'S NATIONAL INTEREST.

The above can only explain why the Tehelka photos do not(so far)come up for discussions on the floor of the Parliament.

In case, the ruling class of Delhi dares to stoop so low, it's the sad day for India's democracy.

And here, in a box called Manipur, we are increasingly becoming the sacrificial lambs for the INDIAN NATIONAL SECURITY matters.

But what about history?

That Rome, the infallible Rome, declined and fell flat on the ground because of the moral depravity of its ruling class.

Delh's ruling class is despearately in need of some quick lessons in history.


AN ANECDOTE
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I was hurrying back home. I was in a state that can be best described as half walking-half running!

It was nearing 9 am when the curfew re-starts.

I was just past Friend Talkies,when I saw kids skittering into several gullys, with fear writ large on their faces.

Just then the drama began.

It must be 7-8 motorbikes. Those riding pillions had their AK rifles hung carelessly from their left shoulders while their right hands hold longist and menacing sticks.

The motor bikes rode in tandem covering the whole breadth of the street, all the while their riders hollering and swinging their sticks.

That's Manipur police commnados ways of announcing that the curfew relaxation time was over. And,it was not even 9 am when the curfew re-starts.

They swept past by me, coming from the opposite side of my walking direction.

When I reached the Paona International Market,they were coming back riding in the same fashion.

I was walking furiously on the footpath,as farthest as psooible from the edge of the street.

From behind me, someone was calling:

"Oh, dear! one of those pineapples have fallen away".

Yes! I was carrying some pineapples!! Remembering this, I turned back suddenly to pick up the fallen one.

But instead of seeing the (not)fallen pineapple, I saw the fuzzy faces of the Manipur police commandos, speeding up.

These are the voices I heard from the motor bike riding nearest to me:

"Ha, ha"

"Hee. hee".

They were making fun of me.


MORAL OF THE STORY
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Moral depravity zips down from the top to the bottom of the pyramid with a terrifying speed.

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