He is a master politician; he has no conscience. He can do without this terrible burden. He goes to sleep at night and snores like a baby, and much louder. Some people think it is the sound of the train or helicopters.
And, in the morning, he wakes up looking fresher than a glass of early morning toddy; that is, the nature of the beast.
It is election time and there is a lot of entertainment, more than Christmas, Diwali and all other festivals together. It is party time and every politician will challenge every other.
People who have household reputations for corruption and a history of rags-to-riches will speak against it, proving they have skins harder than an elephant. Politicians everywhere make promises.
And these promises are not to be taken seriously by anyone, including voters. After all, politicians themselves don’t take the promises they make to the voters seriously.
So, why do you, Mr Voter?
In Goa the voter is suffering from a serious case of mayo, and needs to see a doctor to prescribe some miracle medicine to cure his or her illusions and delusions.
It is a joke, a sad joke on the voter who unfortunately has no sense of humour. Forget about it. Go have a drink or go see a soccer match or ….Anything to cure you of your false expectations and belief in the promises made by our politicians prior to State or national elections.
Luckily for Mr Voter our state is full of attractions and there is something for everyone, no shortage, so you need not worry. Your cure is guaranteed!
Most of the voters and politicians in Goa are church-temple-mosque going people who believe but apparently do not fear God or the wrath of God or even cause-effect karma.
And, as a result we get a bad government going on worse. Can it get even worse? You bet!
Do we Goans walk the talk? Are our roots deep enough? Or are we banana trees and not coconut trees as in the past?
The coconut tree is no longer a tree. Is this a good metaphor for the new Goan with a serious identity problem?
Who are we Goans and Indians, really?
Americans are proud of Abe Lincoln who made it all the way from a log cabin to the White House or Barrack Obama, the first United States President of colour.
We are greater as our Prime Minister’s father was the owner of a chai shop and he is known the world over as the chai boy who went to the top of the political ladder. In India, our country, a chai boy can become the Prime Minister. Which country can outdo this?
As we all know, our great, old and complex country is held together by a unique spiritual power, and so we Indians have the right to use the phrase – unity in diversity.
Some people are Hindus, others Christians, Muslims, Jains and so on – diversity – as you will not see anywhere else on our planet!
And – unity? We are all corrupt. It is what binds us and unites us all, forever.
