Your Kingdom come,thy will be done on earth as in heaven...

This article is dedicated to the mutterings of some agitated minds questioning the existence of difference in the way our elected public servants are treated.An attempt to mollify and sort the ripples caused by some pebbles…..


Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.

The world is simply divided into two classes – those who believe the incredible, like the public and those who do the improbable (expected out of the people elected to power).People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy. There has always been this constant need to find a Hero , a knight in shinning armour to rescue the plebeians from distress. What is past is prologue!! Hercules riding Pegasus has been replaced by our beloved ‘pratinidhi’ in a Mercedes. Ya ,so the knight refuses to gallop around rescuing people in the prevailing extreme weather conditions everywhere now. Have some mercy!! With great power comes great responsibilities and greater privileges( if I may dare say so) So the modern knight has been bestowed with these privileges by the people around and he wishes to make use of it. Now can you blame Eve for eating the very tempting apple (a privilege in case she was living on roots and shoots )??The world has been made by fools so that the wise men should live in it. Power has consumed the space and wisdom just about adjusts withering in a corner in this kingdom of humans.But maybe I am being unreasonable.

To exercise power,you need to make your presence felt.Back in the golden days, you had people making way for the chariots of king and showered flowers.Maybe it was their way of expressing gratitude and love for their representative.Now the flowers are gone and have been replaced with annoyance but the comman man still has to make way for their ‘very fairly chosen one in an equally fair, transparent election process’. The difference is in the way the presence is being made felt to recognize and broadcast authority.The king has to sit on the thrown to gain the initial respect( later his execution of work matters) of his follower.He is not “one of them” and hence he has been crowned.It’s the people who want their “hero” to live a particular lifestyle and carry himself in a certain dainty manner so that they can continue living normally.The mark of difference is the mark of normalcy. It’s no longer about being fair or just. The imbalance is the perfect balance.Try explaining people planning to visit Madame Tussauds museum to get themselves clicked with the waxed caricature of their demigods?? Power can only be achieved with the help of others.But maybe I am being unreasonable.

Does the identity of the commoner really matter? Silly question because it has never mattered.Chitrangada Singh was upset and so where the newspapers that her voter’s card had her gender as male inscribed on it.Mine had Mr.Desholeena Chatterjee , 31 years ( I am Miss.Deboleena Chatterjee , 21 yrs in my daily life) . The only exception is my plight never made it to the news.Although sympathies ending with evil maniacal laugh by my beloved ones still continues.This harsh stealing of my identity didn’t cause an impediment to my determination to exercise my vote.As I wanted to flaunt the temporary indelible ink mark , I insisted Dad and Mom to treat me with a yummy Masala Dosa.When we reached the place, my eyes automatically started eyeing the middle fingers of the people around for a similar mark.None had it.I was expected too much.There I go being unreasonable again.


A man who moralizes is usually a hypocrite. To propel a change ,everyone must feel the prick of an imbalance soo prevalent around.We have men wasting their lives, “talking to hear themselves talk”;capable sometimes of fine conceptions and of occasional fine phrases but incapable of the punishing toil of execution;fated in the long run to misery and destitution.I am reminded of a marvelous fine by my newly found old friend Shakespeare which summed up his impeachment of the world and his own justification;the only justification of any of us mortals :

“ A man more sinned against than sinning.”


Not all of us are agitated.Most of us are happy with the present pattern of things or maybe they just have given up hope.A sip of tea won’t wake up people who have labeled tea as a medium of pleasure.But I notice the presence of some birds who cannot be caged because their feathers are just too bright.Hope is supposed to be a good thing and good things never die.I hope these birds multiply with time.But then maybe I am being unreasonable again.