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Christmas Gift

Courtesy: Joshi Daniel



More than a century and a half ago, Charles Dickens converted selfish Scrooge into a compassionate human being on the Christmas Day.  Today’s Indian Scrooges have awarded themselves a gargantuan pay hike on the occasion of Christmas which has already been converted into Good Governance Day. 

Our MPs have decided to double their salary.  If the proposal is approved (it will be), each MP will take home Rs 280,000 every month as their salary.  Plus all the freebies whose cost will run into lakhs of rupees.  Plus a doubled pension.  When the vast majority of Indians who slog their entire life for pittances will retire in their old age with no benefits such as pensions, an MP who may serve a term of a few months or 5 years at the most will enjoy a monthly pension that is higher than the annual income of many families in the country.

Democracy has been strengthened, mocks a cartoon in today’s Malayala Manorama referring to the MPs’ pay hike. 

Are these the achche din promised by the Modi government?

According to the India Rural Development Report 2013-14, poverty among marginalized groups in is pathetically high. About 45 per cent of Scheduled Tribes and 31 per cent of Scheduled Castes in rural areas are struggling to make both ends meet.  More than half the SCs in the rural Bihar are still fighting poverty — the highest among states at 51.67 per cent. In Chhattisgarh, 48.19 per cent of SCs were poor, while in Madhya Pradesh, Odisha and Uttar Pradesh, the figure was around 41 per cent. The all-India figure was 31.52 per cent, according to that report.

Courtesy: The Telegraph
We don’t need such reports to understand poverty.  Take a walk in the countryside and anyone will realise that all the promises about development and achche din were hollow dreams.   Except for the privileged sections whose benefits are looked after by the MPs along with their own.  And who will pay for their privileges?  The answer is the Christmas gift for the majority of Indians!






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  1. This is just another heartbreaking development in a string of measures letting down the people these politicians have pledged to serve. Don't they have a conscience?

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  2. If politicians need to pay their bills 90% of them stop contesting elections, any ways Merry Christmas

    My Christmas Day poem : Christmas Day

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    1. Merry Christmas to you too.

      Politicians are a rare breed.
      They are fattening themselves with the blood of the common man.

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  3. Indeed a rare breed having traits of shamelessness, savagery, cruelty and gluttony . Now ,what else to expect ?

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    1. The real tragedy is that we have come to accept that as normal politics. Otherwise how can this sort of a thing happen in a democracy?

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  4. 'Good Governance' indeed!

    A very apt comparison to Mr Scrooge. Compared to these miserable characters, that arch miser seems a saint. Politics isn't a service anymore. It's just a profession now. Sad!

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    1. Sad indeed especially since there is no sign of even a single leader who has some vision for the country.

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  5. I am not sure if to say something more.Everybody knows why he is where he is today,because of the corporate world.Their mutual love for each other is not a very hard thing to figure out,either."Achchhe din" are coming closer,indeed...

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    1. https://www.oxfam.org/en/pressroom/pressreleases/2015-01-19/richest-1-will-own-more-all-rest-2016

      The old 20:80 ratio - 20% owning 80% wealth - is all set to become 1:99, thanks to the nexus between the corporate world and politics (+ godmen, in India).
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  6. Sir indeed this situation bound us to think that our leaders are selfish and they are least bothered about needs of a common man.but there are few ones who are dedicated to national interest. What is the remedy sir. Any way merry Christmas sir.

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    1. Merry Christmas to you too, sir.

      The only remedy is people becoming aware of the real situation. We allow ourselves to be duped by the politicians who make use of religious sentiments to conceal their ulterior motives. They are selling our lands, water, and even the air we breathe, to traders and keeping us blind with red herrings like culture, gods, and so on. We should see through their games.

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  7. Janta ka sewak... as they call themselves... what a joke... and this when most of the bills are pending for months due to stalling of proceedings in Parliament

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    1. Our Jan sewaks have always been very quick in ensuring their own welfare and benefits.

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  8. You have related chalk with cheese. For a more informed debate and legislations in future our MPs should get more salaries. Donot paint everyone with the same brush please. It is the unaccounted wealth that is increasing and measures need to be taken reign that in not arch your eyebrows in surprise. Poverty and salary are things which need more in depth articles. Please try visiting PRS website for more information. Raise the debate from pedestrian levels to an informed one. go through the bills that became acts this year. the debates and the changes that came in the functioning of parliament. you will definitely change your views fur sure !!

    Change your perspective. try to be optimistic. I look at things from a glass is half full perspective.

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  9. Please go through the following post. Find some time and read atleast the "Mukkal Bhagam" of the post. You will get an idea about whats happening in our country now : https://gangsofedathua.wordpress.com/2014/01/02/the-buck-stops-here/

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