Hai, neta!
Mawaz, Dhaka
The citizens are trapped and cornered by unattractive leaders in Dhaka. We lend our ears, and suffer from political deafness! The sound and the fury are like Kalbaishakis, and does not remind us of oak trees and its benign shade. Floating leaders have no roots. A leader should not shout from the branches. Why he is so fond of climbing? Remain closer to matri bhumi!Their personalities are built on negative virtues, in a world of virtual reality--the ugliness repels. The regime is not as active as on anniversary days (Nazrul, Tagore), when the voluntary mass participation is impressive. Why the people do not feel the same way for our political culture? The mock-seriousness and fiery speeches are volatile displays of Sindbad carrying the old man on his back, and the latter refusing to dismount. We are the carriers, where is the engine to pull the train? The guard is sleeping with his flag and whistle. Too many shuttling of (empty?) wagons in the station yard, and too few express trains to national destinations. We bought tickets for stationary voyages! Hatred, intolerance and impatience have removed all traces of smile from the faces of our leaders. Where is the output of such mock shows? The leaders are supposed to solve the problems at their level; but they complain to the masses who are looking up from the lower levels! Their publicity campaigns are self and party-centred, detaching the people to the gallery stands as spectators (dead mass). They meet us once in five years, during the election campaign. The humility displayed during such begging jars the electorate. There is no peer-level attitude during social intercourse--it is all one-way communication from the Himalayan streams to the sea level. Such aloofness encourages aloofness, if that is what they want. They wish to rule over us, but do not know the ABC of regulating themselves first. We need stress-free leaders, who never look ruffled, angry and worried. Such poise betrays confidence (both ways). There is no inner storage space to reveal a calm and cool stance, under every stress. Ego drags them to the front of the stage, thus forgetting the responsibilities of working quietly in the background most of the time. The redundancy factor in their boring speeches is too high. The gift of the gab suits a stage comedian, not a political leader.
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