Before the last parliamentary election in India which brought our current Prime Minister Mr. Narendra Modi into power, newspapers and news media were flooded with all kinds of comments made by very senior politicians and few of them were even ministers holding important portfolios. Few such comments read like this:
He is not worth becoming a prime minister, the best he can do is to sell tea.
Before Mr. Narendra Modi became the prime minister he was the chief minister of his state, which is Gujrat, for many years. The ‘selling tea’ comment was made because during his very young days he used to sell tea in railway platforms to support his very large family of parents, brothers and sisters &c.
Another comment was like this:
He is not worth becoming the prime minister because his complete understanding of Economics could be captured in a piece of paper large to hold a telephone number.
Even though there was a huge communal riot in the Indian state of Gujrat when he was head of the state but he was disliked primarily because he did not have a ‘polished’ foreign education. Even though his English does not torture his listeners’ ears but let us face it – it has no ‘chak-chaka-chak’ foreign accent.
However, since most Indians are not good in English which is still ‘foreign’ to them so they elected him for the top job.
Immediately after the election ended and he became the Prime Minister the second innings of the game started.
Now it was the turn of the newspaper columnists. There were articles from every senior or even ‘not so senior’ columnist. The headlines of those articles read something like these:
“Modi – his task for the next 100 days”
“Prime minister – his immediate tasks”
“State of Indian Economy – dos and don’ts for the Prime Minister”
“Prime Minister Modi and what he should do to heal the communal divide”
And there were so many articles like the above and each carrying a chunk of advice for him.
So what he did? He started a weekly radio program called “Mann ki Baat” (thinking loud – online) in which he talks may be half an hour to one hour and after uttering every single word he will alternately inhale and exhale. Our Prime Minister is an ardent believer of practicing “Yoga and Pranayama” and probably he practices pranayama even while talking.
Few hundred days have passed since he was elected and Indian columnists have stopped giving him advices probably because they ran out of advices. But suddenly these columnists are seen to be busy again.
This time their articles read like these:
“Donald Trump – how he could unite the Disunited States of America”
“Donald Trump – how he could win the Hispanic hearts”
“Donald Trump – how he could win the Muslim hearts”
“Donald Trump – how to talk in a politically correct manner”
And so on and so forth.
I am sure the first thing Donald Trump tells to his wife as soon as he gets up from bed is this:
“Honey, can you please get me the articles written by Mr. Surya, Mr. Ganguly, Mr. Rajghatta, Mr. Das, Mr. Ankelsariya &c. so that I can minutely read them and plan for the day.
And his wife’s reply must be like this:
Sure sweetie. Go and clean yourself in the bathroom. As soon as you come out you will see them on your study table along with your morning coffee. Luv u sweetheart.
Why only the columnists, have you noticed how we advise the cricket players, tennis players, badminton players and football players etc. about how to play better while they play on our TV screens.
It was a Sunday evening in Calcutta. A family is enjoying a sensational tennis match between Maria Sharapova and her opponent. On the wooden cot leaning against the wall the grandmother is sitting with her sixteen something grandson on her right and fourteen year old granddaughter on her left. Right in front of her granddaughter is sitting her middle aged son. Her granddaughter is affectionately rubbing her palm on the bald head of her father while both the daughter and the father were watching the game. Her daughter-in-law is sitting in front of her grandson on her right.
Maria Sharapova is getting ready to receive the serve from her opponent. She looks fully alert like a lioness ready to pounce on a deer cub, she is sprinting a little; her whole body is swinging – up and down as well as clockwise and counter-clockwise. Her short skirt is also oscillating up and down along with her upper body.
Grandma looked at her grandson whose vision was glued on the TV screen like the legendary archer Arjuna staring at the eye of the bird which his master asked him to aim at.
“Ei Sundari maiata khelte khelte eto nachtache ken” (Why this beautiful girl is dancing so much while playing) suddenly the grandma spoke out of exasperation. Through her experienced eyes she realized that her grandson is paying more attention on the TV screen than anybody else in the room.