Anna Hazare Sir, my leader.
It's back. The thing we suffered from so long. We were disgusted of. We dreaded. Two months back we saw a flicker and a small silhouette. In no time, the flicker became bigger and brighter, to reveal itself before you and me. It was a Fire never seen before -- a fire, that was burning all this time ins you and me, it's just that we didn't know. The Fire, so eager to devour the darkness inside us, burst out of the darkness that ruled our hearts and heads, united us in a brotherhood -- that which had silently suffered. That day we dreamed. The small silhouette was now a life size shadow of a
septuagenarian who was carrying the torch with the flame. We saw you. You inspired us leading from the front, and inspired us to raise our voices and ask questions. The entire country came out into the streets and rejoiced, celebrating the fact that all of us had suffered from the same, and dreamed a common dream.
Formally speaking it was a Bill that could control and prevent Corruption. We, the common Indians, never looked upon it as weapon available to the common man to destroy whatever he disliked. We didn't dream about being all-powerful fascists to misuse it arbitrarily.
It would be the voice of every Indian that would reach the top-most echelons of power, quickly and convey strong and direct messages from us. If 'they' refuse to listen, it made sure it would reach those who would. And everything would be done democratically, as laws and provisions that would be effective.
We believed in our leader as you promised you would represent our voices, griefs, and protests.
Fast-forward events to the moment right here, and right now. It's a mess right now. Nonsense protest by a shady spiritual leader, joined by the saffron brigade, and a mysteriously ineffective governance that danced and battled in the same time. The very people who ran for cover two months back in panic, are all over the place now like before. Disgraced jokers are back to their jesting best.
Sir, Where are We? Who is voicing Us? Who is asking how We feel and what we Want? We have never minced words in our protests, believing in each other's faith. We supported whom we saw caring for us, promising to fight for us.
And We will not mince words now too. What are our heroes doing? Are you in touch with us? Are you listening to us like before? In spite of this Ramdev disaster of an incident where everybody messed things up, what happened to the Bill?
In his bid to condemn the govt's action, you and your team boycotted the panel meeting today. Who or what is the Priority? Solidarity with Ramdev, or The Bill. Ramdev created a mess himself, and he suffered. We have condemned that, our sympathies remain with him on humanitarian grounds. For you, Anna Hazare Sir, is he bigger than us? Did you ask us the extent to which we, the Indian people who put their faith in you, want or can compromise our own demands to show sympathy, on humanitarian grounds, for Ramdev? Do you still know about who and what we care and how much?
I still have my faith on you, Anna Hazare Sir. I don't do that to show my sympathy and solidarity (the tone has a suspiciously political overtone that wasn't there) with Ramdev. I hope you haven't taken me for granted or losing touch with reality, with Us.
You say today you showed protest against the govt being not serious. Yesterday you said you'll boycott 6th June meeting in protest against the way the govt has dealt with Ramdev. Can you feel my insecurity, the question and the ambiguity that's started to plague my mind which, at the moment, is not feeling very hopeful?
Questions are blowing in the wind. I hope you are hearing them
--- the faceless Indian
Sent from my BlackBerry®Smartphone
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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
Consultant Physician (special interest in
Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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"It is important to just listen for a while instead of speaking." -- My teacher
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