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Sardar Patel and Unity

All pro-PM newspapers carried this ad today, 31 Oct 2025


No one recognised Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel as he stood looking at the 182-m tall statue of himself. The people were waiting anxiously for the Prime Minister whose eloquence would sway them with nationalistic fervour on this 150th birth anniversary of Sardar Patel.

“Is this unity?” Patel wondered looking at the gigantic version of himself. “Or inflation?”

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi chuckled standing beside Patel holding a biodegradable iPhone. “The world has changed, Sardar ji. They’ve built me in wax in London.” He looked amused.

“We have become mere hashtags, I’d say.” That was Jawaharlal Nehru joining in a spirit of camaraderie. “I understand that in the world’s largest democracy now history is optional. Hashtags are mandatory.”

“You know, Sardar ji,” Gandhi said with more amusement, “the PM has released a new coin and a stamp in your honour on your 150th birth anniversary.” 

“Ah, I watched the function too,” Nehru said. “The PM said that ‘some people’ had ignored Sardar Patel’s legacy for 70 years. I wonder why that man hates me so much.”

“He wanted you as independent India’s first PM,” Gandhi said to Patel. “Instead ‘some people’ made their own ‘copyright’ PMs. Haha… Copyright PMs. The man has a sense of humour indeed.”

“He thinks Patel and I were enemies of each other,” Nehru put in.

“Oh, yes, he thinks if Patel was the first Prime Minister, India would have been a Hindu Rashtra long ago.”

“Patel, do you remember the heart attack you had just five weeks after the Mahatma’s assassination? Indira and I rushed to see you. And you said you should have gone with Bapu.” Nehru voice cracked.

“They never understood us, Nehru,” Patel said. “They’re making convenient narratives now to villainise certain people. They are projecting me as a hero now not because they love me. They know that I was the one who got the RSS banned. They’re making me a hero now just to belittle you, Nehru, and your successors.”

“You banned the RSS,” Nehru had overcome his emotions. “And now everywhere RSS men are sitting, right from the PM’s chair to the academic seats in universities.”

Bhaiyo aur behno,” a stentorian voice boomed in the air. The PM’s address to the nation in honour of Sardar Patel had started.

“We’d better leave,” Patel said. “Why to take the snake on the fence and put around our necks?”

“Happy Birthday, Sardar ji,” Gandhi said rather mischievously as they hurried out of the Unity Park in Kevadia, Gujarat, where unity would be assassinated again and again in a stentorian voice that will be telecast all over the nation and even abroad.

PS. This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025  

Comments

  1. In literature, from Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels to R.K. Narayan’s subtle humor in Indian settings, satire has served as a social conscience disguised in jest. It thrives on contradiction—making readers smile while stirring discomfort. As a medium, satire bridges intellect and emotion, inviting audiences to laugh first and reflect later.

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    1. I hope some 'particular' people do reflect a bit seriously.

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  2. Hari OM
    ...oh, I love Auradha's comment... and add my applause. A wonderful vignette capturing the terror of error. In no way would I wish to be the sister to that brother... YAM xx

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  3. The satire is sharp but sad. It’s hard to laugh when it feels so true.

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  4. I'm sure they would be irritated with how they're currently portrayed. Funny how that happens.

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  5. Camaraderie between Gandhi, Neru and Patel is, entirely different from the hollow and bogus bonhomie betwen Modi and Putin, Trump and Netanyahu or any other World Leader... Mechanical. Modi Welds the nation, with his hate speech and historical renarration, tearing into the Organic Mosaic of Civilizations, that is, India, that is, Bharath... Welding can grow cracks... And cannot hold itself together.. Then Mystical breath of Pluralism, distilled from the National Struggle can breathe the Mantra of Pluralsim, to hold and grow India.

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    1. Interestingly even yesterday he spewed venom on Nehru.

      Thanks for drawing attention to the glaring difference between the old camaraderie and the new shifty compromises.

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    2. Spewing venom on anybody is explained by elementary psychology - Projection, indicating high level of iinsecurity, in this case, political and historical

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  6. I have always read your posts, which either told your story or brought out some social issue. The taste of this post is different. I have not seen you narrate your cause this beautifully through the conversation. I loved the way the three invisibles dined on a round table discussion about what is happening in their names, which they are not at all appreciating. The concept of unity is lost. So well you have presented, sir.

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    1. Thanks for being here often.

      I'm actually worried about how our leaders distort history and thus pervert young minds. As a Teacher, I'm aware of the dangers of that. That's why I persist with this theme.

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  7. I salute your imagination because it is pumped with reality, satire & a message that I do not know how many understand . Sometimes future seems scary.

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