When time comes, you dont show up!!

‘You don’t have any right to complain about it. No one else, but It’s you who is responsible for all this because when time comes, you don’t show up’ I heard a news reporter shouting on a very fast news channel. I changed the channel to the one which keeps you ahead. A famous Marathi politician saying, ‘These so called educated people will be the first to hold a candle and walk on the street, but when it comes to vote, they are busy sleeping and enjoying the holiday’

Every north east west south channel was telecasting the same issue, ‘Educated India not voting’. I switched off the tv. No, I was not bored of the news but I switched it off because I was also one of the culprits. Well, I can say I am far away from the place where I am authorized to vote, but who cares of that?

So now the topic diverts to how people vote in India? There you go…

I read somewhere that literacy rate in India is 74.04%. So we got two categories of voters, Literate and illiterate. But literacy means just ability to read and write. So this again divides in two categories, literate and properly educated. We can add an extra column which says celebrity Voter (I believe every voting area has some celebrities)

Mr. Illiterate

Mindset: They will make lord Rama’s temple, Lord Rama will hail us all. Dr. Ambedekar is God and this party is his messenger, no one else cares for us. They destroyed our holy mosque, we will never ever vote them, just check any of other party is having contestant from our caste? I am Marathi, I am Gujarati, I am Bengali. My father loved Gandhi, somebody said, ‘but they are not from his family’, so what? They are Gandhi.

Result: All of them cast their Vote.

Mr. Literate

Mindset: Hopefully this time again they will distribute money when my daughter clears HSC. The other party will bring a stay on all policies of the current party, so maybe my shop will be saved from demolition. He is my friend’s uncle; he can help my son for getting admission in so and so college. All politicians are corrupt; there is no one whom we can vote.

Result: 80% Mr. Literates Vote in favor of their greed.

Mr. Educated

Mindset: We need a local public school, which can provide poor children some education. There is a huge problem with the electricity and water supply. Roads are getting worst day by day. Corruption all over, over system is worse, what is government doing for us? We have to find someone who is well educated, can understand these issues and also can work on these lines.

Result: 90% people just think, and enjoy the sleep, Vote? What’s that? We have more important work to do.

Mr. Celebrity

Mindset: Am I groomed properly? Is this shirt will look good on me? Hopefully media will be present when I get there.

Result: They vote, come out and show their middle finger in front of the camera so that all should know Oh! Mr. Celebrity had casted his Vote.

The most important group, which knows the real issue and which is above all the castes and above all personal greed and can think about the society and its welfare, does not vote.

Moral of the story?

Well, it is the first line of this article, ‘You don’t have any right to complain about it. No one else, but It’s you who is responsible for all this because when time comes, you don’t show up’

but the point is..!!

She was my long time crush, long as tongue of lizard. I don’t know if its tongue is too long to be given as a compliment, but the point is she was my long time crush. As soon as I came to know she was in the city I wanted to meet her, alone, alone as in like a ghost in a cremation ground. I don’t know if the ghost lives alone over there. But the point is I wanted to meet her alone. Before I can think of my next step I figured that there was a small problem, small like a tadpole in the gutter which is flowing next to her house. I don’t know if that tadpole is still that small or it got converted to a frog which is big enough to carry dissections on it, but the point is that there was a small problem.

I had heard that her brother was bit aggressive and possessive, aggressive to others like a monkey as if they will snatch the banana from him and possessive for her like the same monkey for that banana. I don’t know if any such monkey exists to resemble her brother, but the point is her brother was like a monkey, I mean aggressive and possessive.  I didn’t want him to be present at home when I meet her, so I took an off, saying I got a serious headache, maybe I got a tumor in my brain. I don’t know if that tumor will be cured in a single day but the point is I took an off to meet her.

She was in front of me, smiling, smiling as if it will start raining, lightning, snowing and what not. I don’t know if these entire natural phenomenons happen by just a smile of someone’s but the point is that her smiling makes me feel like thunder. Her eyes were having so much depth that if you keep them on the ground you can travel 9 miles down to the hell. I don’t know if there is really hell 9 miles down below the earth but the point is her eyes where deep like the deep blue sea.  Her face so fresh and so pure it felt like due in the first day of winter. I doubt if those droplets are still so pure, thanks to the increasing pollution in the city, but the point is her face was so pure that it felt like besleri, at least they say it’s the purest form.  

I was sitting on the table, she was preparing breakfast for me, I don’t know why I felt nervous, nervous as if I am sitting for interview and my stomach is preparing some mixture of gases to blow it out from the wrong direction. I don’t know if the nervousness of farting in a small closed cabin in front of an interview panel is comparable with this nervousness, but the point is I was nervous.  She came holding the plate and kept in front of me, still smiling, she took a small bit from the plate and put it in my mouth, before I can see what it was, before I can run the plate away or run towards the bathroom, all my yesterdays dinner was on the plate, I converted the omelet into a pizza, with all the toppings having rice, potatoes and lot of other liquid stuffs, all which I had in dinner came out from my stomach. I don’t know if at all the thing which I made to that omelet was comparable to a pizza or not but the point is I just vomited on the omelet.  I can eat its mother, its father, a goat, a sheep, a buffalo, a wolf, a lion, an elephant, a dinosaur, the whole pack of animals but the point is I just hate egg…

Now, I don’t know if I will meet her again, I don’t know if she will still smile seeing me, I don’t know if she will ever offer an omelet to the guests but the point is however beautiful the girl is don’t just eat without knowing what she is putting in your mouth it might be something you are allergic…