Nidhu Bhusan Das
The Empoyees’ Association agitating against the Vice- Chancellor of North Bengal
University (NBU) appears to have a privileged relationship with the Chairman of West Bengal State Council of Higher Education Prof. Sugata Marjit.They evidently share ideas and strategy against the VC who opened the Pandora’s Box of alleged corruptions in the university,lodged FIR against Registrar Dilip Sarkar and suspended him for reported financial irregularities involving crores of rupees.
The pro-active Chairman Prof. Marjit is in private correspondence with the General Secretary of the association sharing the intentions and roadmap of the government regarding the installation of the next vice- chancellor of the university.He appears to be apologetic to the General Secretary Debi Prasad Boot in his e-mail of 18 December last in quick reply to Mr. Boot’s .
Mr. Boot writes to Prof Marjit on 17 December : ‘ The CPM nominated VC and his coterie spreading the extension of his tenure after 31st December 2011.Kindly stop this venture immediately to save our university.’
While Mr. Boot simply sought his intervention to prevent the extension of the tenure of the VC,Prof. Marjit is elaborate enough and shares other pieces of information .He informs Mr Boot that the VC has sent him the copy of the office order regarding the salary/pension affair and the recovery of the extra payment.
He also shares the information that the Higher Education office ‘has advised the VC regarding the Acting Registrar appointment problem,and it is being looked into by the government.’
Prof. Marjit candidly assures Mr. Boot he is ‘not in the business of making false promises’ leaving scope to construe that he might have made genuine promises to Mr. Boot.
The Chairman says, ‘all of us here prefer an immediate change ( of VC)’ and urges Mr.
Boot to realize their constraints and also to appreciate the fact that in spite of repeated
lobbying from different quarters inside and outside the government for no change at
least for a year,they are initiating a process of change definitely by early next year,by the
beginning of April. ‘The extension for 3 months (of VC’s tenure),if that’s the case,is in
the view of the Hon’ble Chancellor,NOT MINE,’says Prof.Marjit apologetically who
concuded the letter saying ‘I have done all I could.’ The tone, tenor and content of the
e-mail suggests Prof.Marjit and Mr.Boot are on the same wavelength vis-à-vis the
incumbent VC.The Alimuddin Street and their comrades in Kolkata University were
hand- in- glove against late Prof Santosh Bhattacharyya during his tenure as VC, recall
independent people in the NBU campus.
DESIRE
DESIRE
( A Story )
She is 25, and a mother of two.She conceived first when she was 13.It was a girl,and not
a love-child, though a fruit of marital sex.She was ambitious adolescent of a decayed
feudal family of Chapramari in Alipurduar. She was married against her will at 13 to a man aged 27, and she was made to conceive within a week. She could not like the man for he was lazy and beastly.
She told she was attacked by political goondas.They burnt down the shanty ashram she built with administrative help . A journalist friend told me her story. One summer forenoon, she came to his office, face bruised and swollen; she came with her children Joya(12) & Bapi(10). She told political goondas have burnt to ashes her shanty ashram for destitute women around midnight a couple of days ago.
‘Ashram! Why? ’
‘I am left alone.’
‘Your husband? ’
‘He has another woman.’
‘Then?’
‘I chose my own way. Sought help from SDO Saheb.’ He told me of government projects for women like
me.”
‘How could you make your own project?’
‘SDO saheb advised me, helped me. I collected 9 more women from around to launch the project.’
‘9 more women!’
‘There are many women like me in our area & around. Women are wretched.’
Why goondas attack the ashram?
They exploit destitute women when they are alone. They sexually abuse them and sell them to brothels.
There are several cases.Last month two girls were rescuced from a Pune brothel and brought back to
Shalmari, not far away from Chapramari.The girls named three political goondas who have since been
arrested.
‘So you tried to protect yourself against destitution and sexual exploitation?’
And they would not like it. They felt, they had lost their scope to plough as many as ten fertile, saleable,
enjoyable women. They would not allow that to continue.
Did not you go to your Panchayet Pradhan?
‘I did. He grinned. Told his henchman to give me Rs.50 and said, ‘I will see.’
Did he do anything?
How can you think so? Do you think the goondas can exist without support from such people? We cannot
believe.
Well, we shall file a report on the attack on your ashram, promised my friend and offered her a hundred
rupee note.
She thanked for the promise with two drops of tears rolling off her vacant eyes down the bruised cheeks.
With folded hands she turned down the offer of the financial help. She left with a request to
secure for her a job at Siliguri saying she knew sewing.
My friend had asked her where she would stay.
‘At the Rail station,’ replied she, indifferently.
He told her to come after a couple of days.
My friend pondered over what the women related about her plight and that of nine others. Her courage and strength against odds astonished him. He decided he should do something for the destitute mother, bright with
the strength of an amazing personality. She is not a feminist but does have the sense of independence and self-confidence. These aspects of her inspired my friend to help her out.
He checked as far as possible and reasonable the information she left. Alipurduar police confirmed the destruction caused to the ashram and said no arrest was made. The SDO confirmed the ashram was set up on vest land allotted for the purpose with the central fund granted for the project. The report appeared in his paper the next day. She was excited. At the Siliguri Junction Railway Platform while Joya & Bapi were still asleep, she felt like running to my friend as she had read the story on the front page. She did not. She remembered she had been told to meet him after two days. So, she should see him only the next day.
Joya & Bapi find their mother in a happy mood. They are hungry yet happy to share the mother’s momentary jovial mood writ large in her oval face, marked with injuries.
Abandoned by husband, burdened with two children, she struggles against hunger and lust of scoundrels. She is beautiful in her struggle and her jest for life. Her eyes and body language tell something of her desire to have a man of her choice.
The next day at noon she revisited my friend. He had already procured a job for her at a tailor’s shop. He gave her a letter & advised her to join forthwith. She smiled and went away. After an hour the tailor master over telephone confirmed my friend that she had joined. The tailor master arranged for her accommodation, too. Report on her work and behaviour at the place of work was satisfactory. She would visit my friend once a week. After about a month & a half one day she told she would go to her aunt at Moinaguri for a week and the tailor master allowed her leave. She did not visit him for several weeks. The tailor master reported her absence after the leave period. My friend felt let down.On enquiry he came to know from the tailor master that she had not stolen anything and had paid the rent of the room whereshe lived in. My friend was relieved. Days went by and she was forgotten.
One morning at 11 when my friend was at work the telephone on the table rang . He picked up the receiver as usual and said ‘Hello!’
The caller said, Jyotsna speaking, Dada
‘Which Jyotsna?’
‘The one you helped.’
‘I am busy, don’t disturb.’
‘Please Dada, I have something to say.’
‘Hell with it.’
He dropped the receiver, perturbed.
But she would not leave at that. In a week one Monday morning she arrived at the office, alone, fresh and tidy in dress. The bearer told my friend a lady would like to see him. After sometime he went downstairs to the visitors’ corner to see the lady. It was that Jyotsna again. She prostrated and touched his feet. He reluctantly sat down face to face with her and ordered a cup of tea.
‘So, why have you come?’
‘Joya has been put to the orphanage at Cooch-Behar.’
‘It is good.’
‘And Bapi is admitted at Moinaguri Junior High School in class five. He is with my aunt.’
‘Now you are free to move about.’
‘Dada, I love you.’
‘Try to love your children.’
‘I also fear you.’
‘So, you have come to tell all these nonsense.’
‘Nonsense!’
‘Go and tell these to scoundrels. That will pay.’
‘How can I make you understand I hate scoundrels?’
What prompted you to leave the job? To show the scoundrels we can fight back.
‘Where do you get money for traveling and maintaining yourself?
‘I have a fat fund left by my father in a bank.’ She showed him the pass book and said ‘I would like to keep it with you.’
‘Why?’
‘I would be able to meet you every month.’
‘I don’t like to see you. You are not a good woman.’
‘But I love you, believe me!’
‘Leave me, let me go.’
He returned to his table and she went away.
My friend was taken aback. He could not at once decide whether the woman really loved him as a benefactor or he had become the object of her lust.
The next week she again came to his office but he did not meet her. She went off and made a call from a PCO booth. He picked up and answered. She requested an appointment. This time he could not turn down the request. He told her to come one Sunday. He knew he would be off that day. He thought if she came and she would understand she was unwanted. She did not fail to turn up in time. The reception told her he was off on Sunday. With head down and face gloomy she went away. The next morning at to 11 she was in the office, requested the receptionist to tell him. Informed he came down to meet her. Of course, he was annoyed. At the same time he could not but appreciate her tenacity.
She was desperate. She was determined to tell him what she had not been able to tell.
How are you?
You are cruel.
Why?
You dodged me yesterday.
Why do you come?
Out of love.
Love your children.
That I do. But I need your love.
Okay, I love you.
Would you give me a seed?
He was taken aback. The suggestion is loud and clear. He could not ever think she could aspire to such a thing as seed. Seductive girl, he said to himself., what do you mean? he asked.
Would you plant a seed in me?
You naughty girl?
She understood she could strike a chord.
You have two children. Why do you need more? Is it possible for you to bring up three?
I need a child fathered by a bright and good man like you.
But it would be unwanted!
Vis-à-vis the potential truth she bowed. She had her cup of tea in quick sips. With head down she left the office with the truth ringing in her mind- it would be a bastard. The next day she telephoned my friend to share the wisdom that dawned on her: Every desire does not get fulfilled.Yet you can fight the scoundrels,
She asserted, confident
( A Story )
She is 25, and a mother of two.She conceived first when she was 13.It was a girl,and not
a love-child, though a fruit of marital sex.She was ambitious adolescent of a decayed
feudal family of Chapramari in Alipurduar. She was married against her will at 13 to a man aged 27, and she was made to conceive within a week. She could not like the man for he was lazy and beastly.
She told she was attacked by political goondas.They burnt down the shanty ashram she built with administrative help . A journalist friend told me her story. One summer forenoon, she came to his office, face bruised and swollen; she came with her children Joya(12) & Bapi(10). She told political goondas have burnt to ashes her shanty ashram for destitute women around midnight a couple of days ago.
‘Ashram! Why? ’
‘I am left alone.’
‘Your husband? ’
‘He has another woman.’
‘Then?’
‘I chose my own way. Sought help from SDO Saheb.’ He told me of government projects for women like
me.”
‘How could you make your own project?’
‘SDO saheb advised me, helped me. I collected 9 more women from around to launch the project.’
‘9 more women!’
‘There are many women like me in our area & around. Women are wretched.’
Why goondas attack the ashram?
They exploit destitute women when they are alone. They sexually abuse them and sell them to brothels.
There are several cases.Last month two girls were rescuced from a Pune brothel and brought back to
Shalmari, not far away from Chapramari.The girls named three political goondas who have since been
arrested.
‘So you tried to protect yourself against destitution and sexual exploitation?’
And they would not like it. They felt, they had lost their scope to plough as many as ten fertile, saleable,
enjoyable women. They would not allow that to continue.
Did not you go to your Panchayet Pradhan?
‘I did. He grinned. Told his henchman to give me Rs.50 and said, ‘I will see.’
Did he do anything?
How can you think so? Do you think the goondas can exist without support from such people? We cannot
believe.
Well, we shall file a report on the attack on your ashram, promised my friend and offered her a hundred
rupee note.
She thanked for the promise with two drops of tears rolling off her vacant eyes down the bruised cheeks.
With folded hands she turned down the offer of the financial help. She left with a request to
secure for her a job at Siliguri saying she knew sewing.
My friend had asked her where she would stay.
‘At the Rail station,’ replied she, indifferently.
He told her to come after a couple of days.
My friend pondered over what the women related about her plight and that of nine others. Her courage and strength against odds astonished him. He decided he should do something for the destitute mother, bright with
the strength of an amazing personality. She is not a feminist but does have the sense of independence and self-confidence. These aspects of her inspired my friend to help her out.
He checked as far as possible and reasonable the information she left. Alipurduar police confirmed the destruction caused to the ashram and said no arrest was made. The SDO confirmed the ashram was set up on vest land allotted for the purpose with the central fund granted for the project. The report appeared in his paper the next day. She was excited. At the Siliguri Junction Railway Platform while Joya & Bapi were still asleep, she felt like running to my friend as she had read the story on the front page. She did not. She remembered she had been told to meet him after two days. So, she should see him only the next day.
Joya & Bapi find their mother in a happy mood. They are hungry yet happy to share the mother’s momentary jovial mood writ large in her oval face, marked with injuries.
Abandoned by husband, burdened with two children, she struggles against hunger and lust of scoundrels. She is beautiful in her struggle and her jest for life. Her eyes and body language tell something of her desire to have a man of her choice.
The next day at noon she revisited my friend. He had already procured a job for her at a tailor’s shop. He gave her a letter & advised her to join forthwith. She smiled and went away. After an hour the tailor master over telephone confirmed my friend that she had joined. The tailor master arranged for her accommodation, too. Report on her work and behaviour at the place of work was satisfactory. She would visit my friend once a week. After about a month & a half one day she told she would go to her aunt at Moinaguri for a week and the tailor master allowed her leave. She did not visit him for several weeks. The tailor master reported her absence after the leave period. My friend felt let down.On enquiry he came to know from the tailor master that she had not stolen anything and had paid the rent of the room whereshe lived in. My friend was relieved. Days went by and she was forgotten.
One morning at 11 when my friend was at work the telephone on the table rang . He picked up the receiver as usual and said ‘Hello!’
The caller said, Jyotsna speaking, Dada
‘Which Jyotsna?’
‘The one you helped.’
‘I am busy, don’t disturb.’
‘Please Dada, I have something to say.’
‘Hell with it.’
He dropped the receiver, perturbed.
But she would not leave at that. In a week one Monday morning she arrived at the office, alone, fresh and tidy in dress. The bearer told my friend a lady would like to see him. After sometime he went downstairs to the visitors’ corner to see the lady. It was that Jyotsna again. She prostrated and touched his feet. He reluctantly sat down face to face with her and ordered a cup of tea.
‘So, why have you come?’
‘Joya has been put to the orphanage at Cooch-Behar.’
‘It is good.’
‘And Bapi is admitted at Moinaguri Junior High School in class five. He is with my aunt.’
‘Now you are free to move about.’
‘Dada, I love you.’
‘Try to love your children.’
‘I also fear you.’
‘So, you have come to tell all these nonsense.’
‘Nonsense!’
‘Go and tell these to scoundrels. That will pay.’
‘How can I make you understand I hate scoundrels?’
What prompted you to leave the job? To show the scoundrels we can fight back.
‘Where do you get money for traveling and maintaining yourself?
‘I have a fat fund left by my father in a bank.’ She showed him the pass book and said ‘I would like to keep it with you.’
‘Why?’
‘I would be able to meet you every month.’
‘I don’t like to see you. You are not a good woman.’
‘But I love you, believe me!’
‘Leave me, let me go.’
He returned to his table and she went away.
My friend was taken aback. He could not at once decide whether the woman really loved him as a benefactor or he had become the object of her lust.
The next week she again came to his office but he did not meet her. She went off and made a call from a PCO booth. He picked up and answered. She requested an appointment. This time he could not turn down the request. He told her to come one Sunday. He knew he would be off that day. He thought if she came and she would understand she was unwanted. She did not fail to turn up in time. The reception told her he was off on Sunday. With head down and face gloomy she went away. The next morning at to 11 she was in the office, requested the receptionist to tell him. Informed he came down to meet her. Of course, he was annoyed. At the same time he could not but appreciate her tenacity.
She was desperate. She was determined to tell him what she had not been able to tell.
How are you?
You are cruel.
Why?
You dodged me yesterday.
Why do you come?
Out of love.
Love your children.
That I do. But I need your love.
Okay, I love you.
Would you give me a seed?
He was taken aback. The suggestion is loud and clear. He could not ever think she could aspire to such a thing as seed. Seductive girl, he said to himself., what do you mean? he asked.
Would you plant a seed in me?
You naughty girl?
She understood she could strike a chord.
You have two children. Why do you need more? Is it possible for you to bring up three?
I need a child fathered by a bright and good man like you.
But it would be unwanted!
Vis-à-vis the potential truth she bowed. She had her cup of tea in quick sips. With head down she left the office with the truth ringing in her mind- it would be a bastard. The next day she telephoned my friend to share the wisdom that dawned on her: Every desire does not get fulfilled.Yet you can fight the scoundrels,
She asserted, confident
ALL IS NOT WELL IN TRINAMOOL CONGRESS
Nidhu Bhusan Das
The floodgate of Trinamool Congress remains wide open for unwanted elements to rush into the new ruling party at different places of West Bengal despite the word of caution from its supremo Mamata Banerjee. As Chief Minister she has vowed to replace partycracy of the unseated Left Front by democracy, and told the police to function ignoring interference from political parties including hers. The top leadership of the party has dictated policy for its functionaries and workers against coercion, intimidation extortion and interference in the administration.
It appears the diktat does not work everywhere. In many places of rural North Bengal, it is reported, thugs who migrated from the major partner of the Left Front to the party are active in the business of coercion and extortion as before. This is ominous. This happened to the CPI (M) after they came to power in 1977.The discovery of human skeletons, fire arms and armory from and near the CPI (M) offices and residences of party leaders and workers tells loud and clear what went wrong with the party which once inspired popular imagination and dream of a better socio-economic order. The dream deflated when lumpen elements began to wield influence and unleashed terror on common people. The repeat is evident with trinamool on saddle of power.
The party supremo has the blessing and trust of the people. Her role as Chief Minister is seen as positive. However, if the thugs and lumpens can continue to disturb peace of the people, their dream of a terror-free life will be shattered to the disadvantage of the government for change and democracy. Entry of unwanted elements into the party cannot be possible without the nod of the local leaders. It is important that the top leadership identify those leaders in no time and stem the rot to retain the goodwill and trust of the people. It is the duty of the government and the party to establish meaningful democracy where people will be free and fearless to speak their mind to respect and maintain constitutional sanctity. Even development will not be possible if the lumpens have the hey day. West Bengal is in dire straits, and without massive development Ms Banerjee will not be able to fulfill her dream and meet the aspirations of the people she has enkindled.
The floodgate of Trinamool Congress remains wide open for unwanted elements to rush into the new ruling party at different places of West Bengal despite the word of caution from its supremo Mamata Banerjee. As Chief Minister she has vowed to replace partycracy of the unseated Left Front by democracy, and told the police to function ignoring interference from political parties including hers. The top leadership of the party has dictated policy for its functionaries and workers against coercion, intimidation extortion and interference in the administration.
It appears the diktat does not work everywhere. In many places of rural North Bengal, it is reported, thugs who migrated from the major partner of the Left Front to the party are active in the business of coercion and extortion as before. This is ominous. This happened to the CPI (M) after they came to power in 1977.The discovery of human skeletons, fire arms and armory from and near the CPI (M) offices and residences of party leaders and workers tells loud and clear what went wrong with the party which once inspired popular imagination and dream of a better socio-economic order. The dream deflated when lumpen elements began to wield influence and unleashed terror on common people. The repeat is evident with trinamool on saddle of power.
The party supremo has the blessing and trust of the people. Her role as Chief Minister is seen as positive. However, if the thugs and lumpens can continue to disturb peace of the people, their dream of a terror-free life will be shattered to the disadvantage of the government for change and democracy. Entry of unwanted elements into the party cannot be possible without the nod of the local leaders. It is important that the top leadership identify those leaders in no time and stem the rot to retain the goodwill and trust of the people. It is the duty of the government and the party to establish meaningful democracy where people will be free and fearless to speak their mind to respect and maintain constitutional sanctity. Even development will not be possible if the lumpens have the hey day. West Bengal is in dire straits, and without massive development Ms Banerjee will not be able to fulfill her dream and meet the aspirations of the people she has enkindled.
Marxist Sans Marxism
Nidhu Bhusan Das
West Bengal Chief Minister Buddhadev Bhattacharyya has the recent refrain: Either leftism or death. Noble declamation. They swear by leftism but never again pays lip service to Marxism after the fall of the socialist regimes in East Europe and dismantling of the Soviet Union in the wake of Perestroika and Glasnost laid out by Mikhail Gorbachev.The Left Front led by CPI (M) rules the eastern Indian state since 1977.During their long rule the proletariat has not emerged as a distinct class with ability to govern. Instead, a red bourgeoisie has come into being, and a coalition between the left rulers and the capitalists is quite evident. This is, no doubt, a compromise.
Lenin, by way of discussing compromises in class struggle with the bourgeoisie, emphasized that they can be and, in the case of the opportunists, are a means of preserving and protecting the capitalist system, in the final analysis representing acts of treachery against the revolutionary proletariat. Way back in 1984, Alexander Titarenko, Head of the Chair of Ethics and the History of Philosophy at Moscow State University, in his essay ‘Lenin on the Relationship Between Politics and Morality’ wrote: ‘Principles and ideals cannot be changed at will, proceeding from considerations of success here and now.They are not subject to fashion like shoes or clothes. Principles and ideals form the humanist core of the communist world outlook, and it is precisely on their basis that man cognizes changes of reality and, at the same time, witnesses their further mutual enrichment and development.’ Lenin demanded that a Marxist politician should have high moral qualities such as depth of convictions, integrity, a keen conscience, a sense of class justice and loyalty to communist moral ideals.
The ruling Marxists in West Bengal appear to be miles away from the communist moral ideals. They have surrendered the ideals at the altar of electoral politics and forces of market economy which has phenomenal expansion across the globe under the process of globalization in the unipolar world. The forcible eviction of peasants from their land acquired for Tata Motors at Singur, the atrocities on the people of Nandigram who were unwilling to part with their fertile land for the chemical hub of the Salim Group of Indonesia demonstrate the abject surrender of the communist moral ideals.
A basic postulate of Marxism is that the superstructure of the society reflects the nature and interest of the class which dominates the basic structure i.e., the economy. Law represents the superstructure. The left government has invoked the law made by the British colonial rulers in 1894 to acquire land at Singur, and that too not in public interest but in the interest of a corporate house. The bonhomie of the Bengal Marxists with the corporate entities at home and abroad smacks of aberration.
West Bengal Chief Minister Buddhadev Bhattacharyya has the recent refrain: Either leftism or death. Noble declamation. They swear by leftism but never again pays lip service to Marxism after the fall of the socialist regimes in East Europe and dismantling of the Soviet Union in the wake of Perestroika and Glasnost laid out by Mikhail Gorbachev.The Left Front led by CPI (M) rules the eastern Indian state since 1977.During their long rule the proletariat has not emerged as a distinct class with ability to govern. Instead, a red bourgeoisie has come into being, and a coalition between the left rulers and the capitalists is quite evident. This is, no doubt, a compromise.
Lenin, by way of discussing compromises in class struggle with the bourgeoisie, emphasized that they can be and, in the case of the opportunists, are a means of preserving and protecting the capitalist system, in the final analysis representing acts of treachery against the revolutionary proletariat. Way back in 1984, Alexander Titarenko, Head of the Chair of Ethics and the History of Philosophy at Moscow State University, in his essay ‘Lenin on the Relationship Between Politics and Morality’ wrote: ‘Principles and ideals cannot be changed at will, proceeding from considerations of success here and now.They are not subject to fashion like shoes or clothes. Principles and ideals form the humanist core of the communist world outlook, and it is precisely on their basis that man cognizes changes of reality and, at the same time, witnesses their further mutual enrichment and development.’ Lenin demanded that a Marxist politician should have high moral qualities such as depth of convictions, integrity, a keen conscience, a sense of class justice and loyalty to communist moral ideals.
The ruling Marxists in West Bengal appear to be miles away from the communist moral ideals. They have surrendered the ideals at the altar of electoral politics and forces of market economy which has phenomenal expansion across the globe under the process of globalization in the unipolar world. The forcible eviction of peasants from their land acquired for Tata Motors at Singur, the atrocities on the people of Nandigram who were unwilling to part with their fertile land for the chemical hub of the Salim Group of Indonesia demonstrate the abject surrender of the communist moral ideals.
A basic postulate of Marxism is that the superstructure of the society reflects the nature and interest of the class which dominates the basic structure i.e., the economy. Law represents the superstructure. The left government has invoked the law made by the British colonial rulers in 1894 to acquire land at Singur, and that too not in public interest but in the interest of a corporate house. The bonhomie of the Bengal Marxists with the corporate entities at home and abroad smacks of aberration.
HARMAD
Nidhu Bhusan Das
What’s Harmad, mom?
Don’t know? What our beloved Boss believes should not be used to refer to the armed cadres and hired goons of his party.
Why he believes so?
He is conscious more about the dress than thought and substance.
What’s the substance of his thought?
He calls the main opposition party uneducated by innuendo but won’t brook any reference to his party using armed cadres and hired goons to control areas and silence opposition.
Is it?
Haven’t you seen the armed people with slippers and in police uniform in operation along with police at Nandigram against the innocent villagers who were against land acquisition for chemical hub, and people with staves and bombs in the procession led by a senior colleague of the Boss?
Yes, in the TV?
What would you call them?
Criminals, outlaws!
Hush! Don’t be loud, my son. They may be around.
So what!
They will make our life a hell as they said they would and did in Nandigram.
Cowards die many times before their death, mom.
But they are powered by the state, you know.
They swear by democracy, mom.
This is only lip service to the government by the people, for the people and of the people.
What is, then, actually true.
Theirs is the government by terrorized and misinformed people, for the party and of the party.
So the Boss said, ‘we are 235 to their 30.’?
Exactly, if Britain and the USA are democracies.
What’s Harmad, mom?
Don’t know? What our beloved Boss believes should not be used to refer to the armed cadres and hired goons of his party.
Why he believes so?
He is conscious more about the dress than thought and substance.
What’s the substance of his thought?
He calls the main opposition party uneducated by innuendo but won’t brook any reference to his party using armed cadres and hired goons to control areas and silence opposition.
Is it?
Haven’t you seen the armed people with slippers and in police uniform in operation along with police at Nandigram against the innocent villagers who were against land acquisition for chemical hub, and people with staves and bombs in the procession led by a senior colleague of the Boss?
Yes, in the TV?
What would you call them?
Criminals, outlaws!
Hush! Don’t be loud, my son. They may be around.
So what!
They will make our life a hell as they said they would and did in Nandigram.
Cowards die many times before their death, mom.
But they are powered by the state, you know.
They swear by democracy, mom.
This is only lip service to the government by the people, for the people and of the people.
What is, then, actually true.
Theirs is the government by terrorized and misinformed people, for the party and of the party.
So the Boss said, ‘we are 235 to their 30.’?
Exactly, if Britain and the USA are democracies.
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