There is a soldier in every kid..

There is a selfish part in every person. In me, you and everyone. I think it is this part which makes us hesitates from behaving like humans. You may be hearing this for the first time, because, this is my experience. Hope you remember the  election chapter. I was on a non co-operation basis towards my mom's election because i didn't want to break my principles, i didn't want to bear a blotch on my image. In Sanskrit, "son" means the person who helps to get his father out of hellfire. when i found my dad and mom totally in hellfire, i couldn't hold on any more; so i entered the field and if this was a football match, you would have found me in the wing position. I had been on my bike from morning 6 to night 8 riding between 3 election booths, each located at about 2 kms apart. Yesterday, when i went to bed, i almost lost 80% of my buttocks' skin, and still feels like the bike held between my legs.

I started working on the eve of election, one of the crucial day of the event. Almost all party workers assume themselves as leaders of some portfolio. One or two are exceptions, and i appreciate their sincerity and should be seen as role models, while all others are like "Ettukaali mammoonju" (a character in Basheer's novel). The character always claims himself as responsible for any lady being pregnant in his area. So does these nasty leaders. They boast about things which they haven't done. Dad was almost giving up his hopes, as there were a lot of arrangements left unattended. So i joined him, and we did them all taking too much of time and effort.

While i was helping dad and mom to get out of this shit-hole, i realized another fact. Alcohol is the key fuel for these devils. They may survive without water for days, but not without alcohol. As my family strictly avoids the "OH" group (pardon me, my mom is a Chemistry teacher) getting them along with us was like bringing together the like poles of a magnet. So someone else made some parallel arrangements to keep things moving.

Desperation and frustration played its role and my heart was aching each time mom and dad were speaking and arguing to each other totally forgetting about their surroundings. My words didn't have any influence on them. I even felt like they were forgetting that i am their kid(my mom calls me so)when they didn't lent me their ears. Even though my dad may speak at high temper, he doesn't call anyone by abusive words. But during our run between stations i remember him calling some pricks, the above mentioned "mammoonjs", the liquor kings by the name "mother fucker". Well, he called it only once, while i called most of them by that name in my mind.

Now regarding money. These shameless nasty beggars are experts in picking coins by licking from down. No one shows the willingness to contribute a single rupee to do anything. There are many levels for the party and each of them have got leaders. The word leadership and leader lies in extreme ends in this realm. That was reflected in all tasks; from campaigning to casting votes. People whom we considered helpful were behaving in such a manner that we lost faith in them. Election, no matter how big or small is a serious business. People should not be ruled by delegates elected by a minority. Thats why all of us cast votes. In that sense, election is a battle, and certain battles are fought only to win. Like the coins in a chess game, i, dad, mom and all supporters need to be on the board. We may have to change our roles from King to pawn, some may drop out in between for saving someone else, but the game should always begin with 16 coins. So today, before our usual family prayer i had to remind my parents about the famous movie dialogue "there is no friend or enemy in politics, but only acquaints".

There are many more worse things to be mentioned, but i think this is more than enough to portrait the dark phase of the white dressed politicians. I foresaw most of them, and i see a bright phase of politics in India, after a series of refinement which will be made possible by the youth. Of course, it will take a long time to fulfill that dream. Until then, my contribution to nation making will be none other than casting votes. This is my (strictly mine alone) status, my policy or my vision about politics. And i was hesitating, simply because i want it to remain as such. There is a line written  in-front of Chetwode building of IMA Dehradun, which tells us that a soldier stands for the well being of his country first and foremost, then for his friends, and only at last, for him. I just followed it. I kept aside my principles and vision helping my dad and mom, and now i feel that those actions haven't altered my principles. I might have repeated for a thousand times in my mind, the lines told by Silvester Stallone in Rambo - " We live for nothing and die for something". If you have ever done an act of selfless help, remember, there is a soldier in you.