Our Parliamentary election is ahead. Let us think about the Dairy Farm of our well-established democracy. What a great sagacity we have had! After independence when Pakistan succumbs to tremendous pressure under Military rule, India, the twin brother, enjoys to its heat’s content all the dairy products of our ever-lasting democracy. Again, our hard earned independence is always rewarding to the great leaders in the capitals of States as well as in the Centre; even to some extent to the ruling party supporters in the villages of our motherland.

Well, in the third week of ensuing May a few days will be required just to form the teams of either side of Congress and BJP. Then either the scenario will be little changed denouncing Pranab Mukherjee to make room for Rahul Gandhi or it would be totally ransacked. There are so many geunipigs around India to ensure our leaders with success in life. Whatever may be the case, we the common people of little intelligence should hope for the best.

By the way, there’s hardly any chance of nurturing the babies of Third front in the ministry at the Center. None of the expected Prime Ministers is God gifted that he or she, all by himself or herself, will be able to turn over a new leaf in his or her favor. Of course, exchanging hot words one and all will help the media to claim themselves enough healthy for quite sometime. However, give up this idea for the time being.

The point of our discussion is highly related today. So let us think twice before passing any remark. Well, how far the calorific values of the products of the dairy farms of provincial democracy in India helped and would be helping us to grow strong? Modi’s Gujarat, Navin’s Orissya and Buddha’s West Bengal are to be observed from different perspective. Whatever may be the outlook, we might have advanced enough to make the most of our democracy? On the whole, Gujarat and West Bengal stand poles apart.

We are all plain and simple (a simple man is mostly a stupid fellow). Often we are innocents. We don’t have any chance in life to change our dress (if possible, the complexion of our body) as the situation demands. Naturally, the villagers live a scanty life without proper food and shelter. In the urban we somehow manage to lead a little improved life. Whereas the MLAs are great landlords and the MPs, kings of their vast territories.

Well, let me tell you a story. An African once came to his Chinese friend whose palatial building was astonishing. He asked his friend, how could you, being a communist, build up such a regal building? The Chinese took him to a window and told him to take a view of the road running by the side of his building. “O my God, what a beautiful road!” exclaimed the African. The Chinese could coolly react, “No problem, I managed to have only ten percent from the road contractor.”

After sometime the Chinese was invited to his friend in Africa. The Chinese struck with wonder and awe. “Well, under military rule how could you manage to have such a castle as your own?” The African friend in the similar way called him to stand by the side of his window.—“Just have a look. Can’t you see a wide eight-lane road?—“Road!” shouted the Chinese. “Here I find nothing.” The African Brigadier remained calm and quiet for sometime. Then he said, “It’s quite natural. Being a Sr. Army Officer I had just cent percent. The rest was not in a mess.”

In India we stand somewhere in between ten to hundred and it varies from the ranking of the ruling party to the leaders among privileged persons throughout the length and breadth of our country. Our well-established democracy is full-fledged with cattle and sheep, fruits and fishes and many more products. So it is to infer that in India we are enjoying not only the dairy products, but much more than what we could expect earlier. After all we the common people are not so fool as the leaders think us to be. Tricks are being exchanged to make the most of the situation.