Anna Hazare Dharna and the 2 ladies in white top!!

Till about two days back, I had been quite ignorant about what was going around in my city or lets say in broader terms, in my country. The world cup fever was not over yet and that meant turning straight into the sports section of the newspapers. Maybe because I had got it settled in me that in another four years to come, there would be innumerable headlines about the scams. With 2nd generation scams (2G) a story of the past now, we will move onto the new generation of scams (3G maybe), see our "common wealth" going into the hands of the not so 'common' people of the nation and so on and so forth. But the fact that I was still hooked onto the world cup was that in my 23 years of being present on this planet, I felt being the part of a nation's success for the first time.

In the due course, what I missed out completely was, that amongst the last few Gandhians left in our 1.2 billion population country, one man had taken a pledge to fast unto death if the Lokpal Bill was not passed. Add to it my latest addiction with my newfound 'SMART PHONE' (maybe I needed it cause of my inability of being smart) and I got totally unaware about the fire spreading across the nation. In all it took just two days to see me lagging behind the entire nation. That night, my laptop got a bit surprised, pleasantly, when I typed Lokpal Bill instead of Facebook. It took the browser several minutes to come to terms with the reality that tonight the statuses would not be updated, comments would not be made and photos would not be liked. It was altogether a different feeling that night. I was enlightening myself from the most reliable source I know - Wikipedia. After 10 minutes of extensive learning about the bill, the focus shifted again to Facebook. But at the least, I got to know about the background of the issue and felt proud of the fact that a revolution is spreading across the country and our country could still go the Gandhian way to get the flawed system in place. 

Like many other cities across the country, people in Gurgaon too finally woke up to the hustle-bustle across the city as some good souls were busy making arrangements to start a movement here too. With the sole cause of getting the bill passed and extend support to the great man, who has been on fast for the past 4 days. If it was Jantar Mantar in Delhi and Tahrir Square in Egypt, DT City Centre Mall on M.G. Road was made the center of attraction.  The stage was set. The banners were there, the speakers, microphones, the protesters, caps and mineral water, it was all there. With the biggest of the Apparel and Footwear brands at the backdrop, quite easily minimized the presence of the man for whom this song and dance was happening. The commuters were still going to the metro station without getting affected, some were getting disturbed by the patriotic songs being played on loudspeakers, the autowallahs were negotiating with the customers as usual, some of them were peeking from the restaurants while ordering pizzas, while some initially mistook it as a regular Friday flea market. At last the "naarebaazi" started. There is a fair bit of creativity inside each of us to come up with some really outstanding slogans and I was happy that I was witness to some of it. "Abhi to yeh Angdai hai, Aage aur ladai hai" was my favorite. God knows how many times my hand went up while shouting it. "Inquilaab Zindabad" however remains the all time favorite and can hog the limelight at its will. 

While the whole scene was getting into the act finally, a pretty young lady, as I had mentioned in the title, in a white top, was seen by many of us (yes US, includes me as well) as she was entering the premises of the mall. She had hardly paid any attention to the protest, was happy fiddling away with her phone, and kept walking in the another direction. But many a heads turned, and followed her till the last bit of her hand-bag was not visible to the "Protesters". The organizers heaved a sigh of relief that she was finally gone. But the conclusion was drawn too soon. There infront of all, was a HUMONGOUS poster of Katrina Kaif, endorsing a shampoo brand. To my surprise, she was the second lady, wearing a white top, who had already succeeded in  making the protests numb. I was left wondering whether the mere presence of two women was enough to halt the protest for a while. Whatever happened to the slogans that were being shouted since the morning about being "Saath-Saath" with Anna Hazare. And I wasn't surprised to know that many of us were thinking alike. After a bit of realization, it all went ahead, just the way it had started, just the way it needed to go on. I came back after half an hour of showing protests but the show moved on. By the time the day ended, a sensible move by the government made the entire exercise look fruitful and it was the celebration time once again. But for me, I will remember the day as, when two ladies in white top brought the "Gandhian" protest to a halt and gave us a food for thought.

Comments

  1. a gud job again !!!! really lyked the SMART PHONE LINE !!!! the white top ladies concept is a real sarcasm on westernization of Indian culture and shallow thinking of people ....lastly my favorite too ABHI TO YEAH ANGDAI HAI AAGE AUR LADAI HAI ..!!!!

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  2. Good job!
    on ur way to be a writer

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  3. Very well written! i loved the way uve been so satirical, yet so humble- its an art:)

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  4. ahh nice to see the new baby in the world of bloggers! :D :) Since when did you fantasise the pen man..?

    Anyway,nice beginning.. :) I just wish i could get tym to get back to this!! :(

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