Three different candidates. Three equally corrupt and morally bankrupt candidates. Three different parties. Three equally ridiculous parties that are anathemas to progression. 1.2 billion people, 850 million eligible voters and we have a Hindu nationalist, a man who can’t phrase an original sentence and a man whose only response is to defer to the ordinary man. If you think Yuvraj Singh screwed us in the final, you have no idea how badly we’re about to screw ourselves.
Can Modi deal with the Americans, the Pakistanis, the Chinese?
Can Kejriwal?
Can Gandhi?
Can either of them usher in the light of a boom in our economy, a sustainable boom?
Can either of them plug the brain drain in our nation?
Can either of them remind us what it really means to be Indian?
Rebuilding a temple, feeding nationalism, starving the poor.
Feed the poor, starve the economy.
Antagonize the rich, run the country from the pavement.
All of these men want to divide and rule, none want to unite and lead.
You choose India; who is your devil of choice? Our grandparents fought to be independent of criminals, now we’re fighting to be dependent on them.
Political language… is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
George Orwell
re-inking life... 