Hi folks, I know I was not supposed to be blogging today. But I am at an airport, with nothing else to do … and sort of sleep deprived. So, I thought … what the heck … let’s get writing! You see how much it has become a habit?
During my journey, I took time out to reflect. Not on the big headlines of the day or the week; just in general. And it kept coming back to me: what should have been the news of the year or even the news of the decade?
The fact that India is the world’s largest democracy that finds itself powerless to hold a real election in one of our most populated provinces.
You can say that democracy is more than just elections; but you cannot deny that the starting point for democracy is elections. Without elections, the body of democracy has no life blood and no heartbeat. We can survive without a limb or two or even four, but can we survive without blood and a heartbeat?
What happened in Bengal during Panchayat polls should have been the single biggest news of the whole year. As many as 34% seats where the terror of ruling party goons was such that nobody dared to put up a candidate. Just think about that and shudder. Think about what the smalltime party cadres are going through in Bengal.
Imagine being in a small village in Bengal. Everyone knows everyone else. There is no anonymity that the big city life affords. Everyone knows who you talk to and what you do. There is practically no way to hide your political party sympathies. Imagine being known in your neighborhood as a dissenter against the TMC regime.
Political parties have literally lakhs of workers. Compare it to the number of elected positions on offer and you have a picture of how hard it is to get a party ticket for anything… even gram sabha head. We rarely appreciate how hard party workers fight for a ticket. Competition is fierce, factionalism is brutal … then your dream comes true and the party offers you a small ticket to fight a small election. But you know that the opposition party ticket is effectively a death sentence … so you throw away your dream and you don’t go to file your nomination. Imagine how that feels.
This is not the story of one village or one candidate in Bengal. This is the story of thousands of villages. One third of the entire state. 34% of seats simply go uncontested.
Should you risk your life and file a nomination, there are armed goons waiting outside the polling booth on election day to chop you to pieces. Remember that everyone in the small village knows who you and your supporters are. If you are seen trying to vote on polling day, you will be sliced into a hundred pieces. So you stay home, terrified.
On the day of counting, the mayhem is no less. At this booth or that, the counting in progress shows that TMC candidate is slipping. Immediately, Mamata’s goons burst into the counting center and start stamping fake votes right in front of everybody. The TV cameras are looking directly at them, the videos and images go viral and the goons know very well that they would go viral.
But they are not the least bit scared, caught live on camera stamping fake votes. Because they know that their magical secular shield will protect them. The police is under their govt and the “opinion making classes” are fully on their side. And moreover, they probably want those videos to go viral and strike terror into the heart of every last remaining dissenter. It will save them some effort the next time elections are held.
And even when the elections are over, the violence does not end. An ISIS style execution of a BJP worker takes place. The BJP makes some noise. Just to emphasize that they don’t give a damn, the ruling party’s goons hang another BJP worker within days.
I am too young to have lived in the times of the great purges in Russia, China and Cambodia and too young to remember much of Laloo’s jungle raj. What is happening in Bengal today is the worst crime against democracy I have seen in my life.
I guess I just kept rambling on. But when I stop and think, for me there is no bigger issue in India today than millions of Bengalis living under dictatorship. I better stop now. I am tired.
PS: No blog tomorrow when I will be *really* tired, I guess 🙂 Back on Sunday.