Loksabha election is ahead. Come on, dear friends, let’s 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 Center; even to some extent to the ruling party supporters of 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 UPA and NDA. Then either the scenario will be little changed denouncing Pranab Mukherjee (Oh! What an unfortunate!) to make room for Rahul Gandhi or it would be totally ransacked. There are so many gunfights around India to ensure our leaders with success in life. Friends, 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 favour. 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 MLA are great landlords and the MP, kings of their vast territories.

Honestly, it is very difficult to earn even through writing. I have two web sites stuffed with valuable documents of Great Ma-Mahajnan. Struggling hard I find no Ads (possibly, traffic jammed) are there till today. My blogs are duly noticed and I am inspired. In spite of that from some authorities I am mildly threatened—“Why do you think about earning money? Just go on writing all the while; money will come in its own way.”

Friends, I am at sea thinking about that ‘way’ after so many years in this profession. Our democracy has endowed us with freedom of speech, writing and what not. Unfortunately, even the writers often are to listen to what the Editors and Publishers rebuke.—“Let the fruits be ripened. You will taste it in time.” No escape! Sadly indeed, empty stomach is under serious obligation.

Excuse me; I might have gone little astray. 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 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?” 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.

Dear friends, in India we stand somewhere in between ten to hundred and it varies from the ranking to the leader 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. It is likely that the member-countries of SARRC should adore India.