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Modiesque anti-climax



We are used to people taking credit for works done by others. Their tribe is larger than what one may normally expect. They generally belong to the rank and file of any social group. One won’t normally expect a leader of any worth to do that. All great leaders give due credit to what their followers do. They are generous with appreciation so that more work will get done without unnecessary hassles.  Credit-seeking is the business of the inefficient people. Those who cannot achieve anything great but want to appear great nevertheless take credit for the achievements of other people.

When a person who is occupying a very eminent position in any society creates a huge suspense and huger hype about his silly credit-taking, it becomes farcically hilarious. Just imagine the Prime Minister of a country like India which has a population equal to that of the entire Europe and North America put together creating a hype and suspense about an announcement he wants to make to the nation.

The social media went berserk with conjectures and predictions about what Narendra Modi’s announcement was going to be about today when he created the hype and suspense much before the announcement was made. People thought he was going to declare an Emergency. Or was it going to be another insane demonetisation (which is often and pithily abbreviated as DeMon – Demon)? Or a war with Pakistan or China? Or a proposal to evict all antinational people from India to various countries of perceived loyalty such as Pakistan and Rome or the Vatican?

Finally when the announcement came, it was a farcical anti-climax. Not because the achievement of the scientists who shot down a live satellite is a mean accomplishment but because the achievement did not deserve anything more than a front page three-column headline in the daily newspapers.

What was the Prime Minister trying to tell the nation anyway? That we have become a nation of satellite shooters? That we have entered the star wars club? That we are advanced warriors or sophisticated savages?

Well, if the announcement was about some way to shoot down poverty from the nation, it would have deserved all that hype. If it was about creation of jobs, implementation of Sbka Saath Sabka Vikas or something like that, the nation would applaud in appreciation. Couldn’t we concentrate more on shooting down mounting hatred, the rising prices, or the spreading corruption?

“In the journey of every nation there are moments that bring utmost pride and have a historic impact on generations to come,” said Modi in his historic announcement. Indeed there are. But he does not know what they are. What a pathetic leader he is! Worse still, how stupid to grab the credit for something that others have been working on for a decade or so?

Ah, we get the anti-climaxes  we deserve!

 P.S. I didn't want to write political posts until the elections were over. But this anticlimax was just irrrresistible. :)


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    1. My silence owes itself to weariness. I began to feel that i was living in the midst of people who refuse to open their eyes and see. Are people really so foolish?

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    2. I appreciate the thoughts expressed in this article. I also feel the same way. People are not foolish Sir but they are being considered as fools by their revered leader.

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    3. I hope people will exercise their voting rights wisely.

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