Lack of good judgement is what would get us eventually. Our inability to read between the lines, and look beyond distracting visuals has crippled us considerably. The ailment has only festered—blocking our third eyes and Rushdie noses—fast and steadfast. So when you hear an odd bloke accusing a Seemandhra MP of being unruly, in light of the Pepper Spray in Parliament incident, you know what’s gotten into him.
What is being construed as wild behaviour on part of the minister was actually a sincere attempt to contribute to the most noble of causes—women empowerment—women empowerment through role-play, one should say, where the honourable member took it upon himself to demonstrate how a woman could protect herself when surrounded by hungry, greedy dogs brandishing knives, or possibly, microphones. Unlike the Rahul-Arnab interview, where the use of the catchphrase was overt to the extent of becoming a conversation filler, our innovative minister chose a rather subtle way to spread the sermon. And his motives were the truest human nature has ever known, since he barely feared the repercussions—the case now having been referred to Committee on Security in Parliament Complex to review arrangements to prevent members from bringing dangerous or life-threatening material into the chamber of the house. Even our contemplative Speaker missed the message, and called the act as defilement of the dignity of the temple of democracy. This coming from a woman is a setback to India’s peppering-up revolution against women harassment.
In addition, the event signified if need be, men should not shy away from using pepper spray as openly as women, thus denouncing male chauvinism, and simultaneously promoting gender equality at the highest of levels. The fact that the occurrence was a deal with the devil, costing the MP his respectability, and accountability, made it even more altruistic an act. But there were no regrets in his mind on being tagged as an anarchist.
Oh well, some adjective in the last sentence just switched my focus to the Delhi Government. Oh wait; there is no government in Delhi! How ignorant of me. The 49-day government resigned recently as Jan Lokpal hit the House wall. But Kejriwal, being the IITian that he is, should not be taken to be that unwound and less complicated. When he banned the red and blue beacons on official cars, he was cleverly working to restore the depleting good health of the citizenry, shrewdly opposing a soft-drink brand. The anti-graft helpline was actually an attempt to set up a genuinely Indian, Alok Nath-like BPO, which would provide employment to the Delhi youth, and also help get rid of the pervading American accent. But the biggest numbers game was saved till the end—not of corruption, but of the AAP rule. 49 working days—the digits smartly add up to 13, which being considered unlucky worldwide, had to catch the attention of the tradition-challenging former Chief Minister. He had reserved the day to make an undisputedly pure sacrifice of the self, and gave up the chair accordingly, vindicating the number 13 of the unfounded hate it faces all round the globe. A Bajrang Dal supporter was of the view that Kejriwal was indirectly protesting against the alleged meeting of Modi and Powell on Hug Day, which happened to fall on the 13th as well. Whoa! Now that seems like a commendable interpretation, doesn’t it? Thank you, Marathi Manoos, for the enlightenment!
So you see how our politicos are modern-day Moriarty’s, leaving clues here, there, and everywhere? Now the point is, are we Sherlock enough to decipher them?