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Nehru Under Arrest

 


Nehru was arrested on the Prime Minister's order.

"Why the hell do you continue to haunt people's hearts?"

The Prime Minister fulminated. 

We removed you from textbooks and history,

We painted you black in posters,

We removed your names from roads and institutions.

Why the hell don't you vanish yet?


Nehru smiled and said nothing. 

Why do you kick me up from my resting place again and again, 

He wanted to ask.

But he was wise.


The silence exasperated the Prime Minister

More than the smile. 

Silence is treason when you are asked questions,

The Prime Minister thundered. 

It was time for him to groom himself for

Mann ki Baat. 


Arrest him under UAPA,

The Prime Minister ordered

Before going to address children on their day.

One child was fidgety in the audience

In spite of being selected after detailed screening.

The Prime Minister stared at the child

And a black cat commando picked up the child

By the scruff...


Nehru and the child played gilli danda in the prison

While the TV aired the PM's Mann ki Baat.  



Comments

  1. Satire at its best! But then banishing the chacha, a freedom fighter and the first PM from the hearts of Indians,especially on Children's day is next to impossible.

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    1. They'd love to banish Nehru altogether. But the efforts are counterproductive.

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  2. Great satire indeed. Very well written. Our pseudo-nationalist PM and his Bhakts (or henchmen) are trying their level best to erase Nehru from people's memory (or at least tarnish his image alongwith that of Mahatma Gandhi's). Now one of their (Padmashree honored) warriors has asserted that the freedom in 1947 had been given by the British as a charity in Gandhi's begging bowl. Well, their task is difficult but their perseverance towards that deserves some (satirical) admiration. Nehru was himself was a loving person, just like a trusting innocent child. That's why he wanted his birthday to be commemorated as the Children's Day.

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    1. It's a villainous India that BJP has created.. Nehru's mistakes were far more desirable. And you put it so beautifully.

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  3. As usual, well penned. The sanskari and newage enlightened social media went 'happy children's day' which prompted my post. http://parwatisingari.com/2021/11/14/remembering-chacha-nehru/

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