Abe maar saale ko…..kaha se aya ye?..bieng one of the spectators I had no idea who this wild and lost looking mad man was, running amongst us…….His icecream stick arms and legs and his back cum stomach was a perfect dislpay of a famished country and his outfit , a pale cloth covering his vitals down his waist and another piece of cloth draped round his shoulders slipping from shoulders was giving all the reasons to crowd to pelt more stones on him…..if only this outfit was sported by a model in fashion channels lingerie section it would have won many critic awards…but this was not the case here…who would like to see a ragged old man runnin around in shorts….
Suddenly a surge of energy went through the masses and the crowd diverted its mind from the old man to a lady on stage….clad in salwar suit…smiling and enjoying all the attention she was getting..I think hers was the most cheerful face I saw in ages and most complacent too…..people were flocking around her. She was getting praise for her beauty, her doings, her virtues. Everything of hers and around her was wonderful in such a twisted way it seemed like all monkeys were sparing their consciousness to take out leeches from the queen monkey..and then came the real blow or the exquisite praise it seemed that prosperity was doing a crude striptease on the stage as other monkeys around her took out a big python. At least thirteen people were holding that python of rs.1000 notes..now look at the craft of that person who created this python…his will power, and his creative domain was not in building that garland of notes but to devise ways to be untouched by the greed of the green so close, to be aware of this material cliché so near to his nose, His eyes ,all his sensory organs registering in his conscious that this is the way to live a king sized life and still what he only did with those rs1000 notes is built a large python to be put around the shoulders of a fat ,stout, black(does that sound racist)sweating figure who is never exhausted of showoffs....
People on stage were presenting that python to their so called beautiful lady and I saw that old mad man standing in the crowd looking at the spectacle ,on the verge of tears..i took out a thousand rupee note from my pocket and saw a bald figure on the note then I looked at the old man again…man!!! What uncanny resemblance….holy crap!! Its him the man on hundred rupee note.. he looked at me and then threw his head down in some unexplainable grief his facial expressions distorted beyond repair..and then he tried to jostle his way out of the crowd where people were pushing him.. “abe budhe chal be dikhta nhi kya…chal bhag yaha se”…and then he was out of the crowd finally out of sight…and I thought ‘So, this is the end of Gandhi.’ While on stage a ‘harijan’ lady displaying a crude pole dance of lust with money……….yeah yeah money …..thank u miss MAYAWATI for the spectacle...
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