Monday, 27 June 2011

Politics too does an Alzheimer



To,
The Prime Minister of India
(Whosoever it may concern)
Dated: Any day, since you achieved 273
Get up sir,
I, like the other 120 crore, have something to say about the promises you made to us.
It’s just two years, the in-dependence day marked your announcement ‘no one will go hungry’ and after a year of that claim you disdainfully replied to the SC order of distributing free food grains after it was stunned to know that 50MT had rotted already, that “making food available free would destroy incentives to farmers to produce more”. No economist, you are not anymore, will object to the logic of distributing free food grains to those 20 crore people who sleep hungry every night, when they don’t have means to buy it anyways. Cleverly remained hidden the fact of storage capacity shortage despite the food grain procurement prices being not driven by the market and higher prices being paid using taxpayer’s money. You have lakhs of crores to make the ‘raja’s happy but you don’t have a few hundred to save lakhs of tonnes of food grains that can feed crores.
It’s been ages after your bugged FM talked about achieving food security, and you yourself was twice heard to be committed to it, that the 80 crore living on less than Rs.20 a day are still searching the meaning of ‘recently’. Your confident last year proclaim of bringing down inflation to 5-6 per cent cursed it to the extent thereafter that it never saw the minima of 8, the average remained 10.
And then you feel very sad about all these unfortunate events. So that there is less to forget or lie to, has taken by us as the justification for your few public commitments. Your fellow parliamentarian rightly said once ‘PM’’s modesty is of no use’. While ‘swearing in’ you recited, ‘I have promises to keep’, and you kept them all aside.
Whose country is this is I think you know.
He has no say, though
He can see you playing here
Watching his foods fill up your stow
He is lost, poor and weeps
And you have promises to keep
And miles to go, but you sleep
Many miles to go, but unfortunately you sleep
At Your Mercy,
The Citizen of India

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