13th February 2014,
2100 hours, while still clearing my head off the hectic examination week.
Bam! Opens the door. A few mosquitoes rushing in by getting the golden opportunity. I wake up to my friends voice informing me about what happened in the Lok Sabha that very day.
I am pretty sure you noticed it was the eve of Valentine's day. A day to celebrate love. A day to spread as much love as one can but the Members of Parliament of our very own country had different plans of celebrating the eve of valentine's day.
If separating a state into two parts on the basis of regional politics wasn't enough, they still had to fight over the re-organization of the state. The conflict in the house, left the ministers in tears quite literally so. The tears in their eyes weren't because of overwhelming love, but overwhelming hatred. In democracy, the ministers are representatives of the common man and I certainly don't think the common man has this side of his.
Once in power, they forget that not only are they accountable to the people who voted for them but their actions will also be seen by other countries.
Forget other countries, such politicians create a negative image on the minds of the young India who consider politics to be a mess already. Such careless actions just makes their point stronger, that politics indeed is a messy shit. Spraying pepper sprays, destroying the property of the house which comes from the tax payer's money, throwing blows at fellow ministers are no sane way of airing a dispute or disagreement. All this for what? Suspension of few ministers, shutting down the house which could actually sit for making some other good decision. This only brought disgrace to the country and certainly spoiled the spirit of valentine's day.
As ministers, one takes vows to protect and safe guard the country's pride and respect. So the least they can do is at least take care of the motherland's name, to show love for their country if not for anyone else because that is the greatest form of love that exists.
2100 hours, while still clearing my head off the hectic examination week.
Bam! Opens the door. A few mosquitoes rushing in by getting the golden opportunity. I wake up to my friends voice informing me about what happened in the Lok Sabha that very day.
I am pretty sure you noticed it was the eve of Valentine's day. A day to celebrate love. A day to spread as much love as one can but the Members of Parliament of our very own country had different plans of celebrating the eve of valentine's day.
If separating a state into two parts on the basis of regional politics wasn't enough, they still had to fight over the re-organization of the state. The conflict in the house, left the ministers in tears quite literally so. The tears in their eyes weren't because of overwhelming love, but overwhelming hatred. In democracy, the ministers are representatives of the common man and I certainly don't think the common man has this side of his.
Once in power, they forget that not only are they accountable to the people who voted for them but their actions will also be seen by other countries.
Forget other countries, such politicians create a negative image on the minds of the young India who consider politics to be a mess already. Such careless actions just makes their point stronger, that politics indeed is a messy shit. Spraying pepper sprays, destroying the property of the house which comes from the tax payer's money, throwing blows at fellow ministers are no sane way of airing a dispute or disagreement. All this for what? Suspension of few ministers, shutting down the house which could actually sit for making some other good decision. This only brought disgrace to the country and certainly spoiled the spirit of valentine's day.
As ministers, one takes vows to protect and safe guard the country's pride and respect. So the least they can do is at least take care of the motherland's name, to show love for their country if not for anyone else because that is the greatest form of love that exists.
