THE FIVESOME
Every five years, the five flirts woo me.
“The countdown has begun, O dearest,” they remind me," pick one of us to represent you. And, mind you, don’t forgo your fundamental right, don’t flunk your fundamental duty.”
I know the fivesome fairly well.
The first one is Mr/Ms Fanatic. For him/her, the present and the future have to be a clone of the past; and democracy is nothing, if not the tyranny of the majority.
The second, Mr/Ms Fierce, is a chronic and highly infective case of paranoia. ‘Your-forefathers-did-this-this-to-our-forefathers’ is his/her favorite refrain.
The twain makes a gay pair. Both breathe at least five centuries, if not five millennia in the past. Both frown at my being a wholesome human being, and are hell-bent upon reducing me to a uni-dimensional religious /regional /linguistic /communal iota.
Next is Mr/Ms Fleece, a megalomaniac who holds sway over all high-end industries: agriculture, winery, tobacco, sports, education, and all. In the process, emerges a paradox: his/her purse gets fatter than the national exchequer; the part engulfs the whole.
Mr/Ms Feudal, the fourth one, easily the most cunning of all, has quietly tricked the entire democratic machinery to perpetuate the Dominion of the Dynasty. Lineage is his/her oomph, and totalitarianism, the orgasm.
The last one is Mr/Ms Façade. Graduated from the ranks and files of chain snatchers and petty pickpockets, today the underworld don dons the honorable VIP attire. Earlier he/she paid - and now collects 'protection allowance'.
I am ashamed even at the thought of being represented by any of those five fiends.
Disgusted, i turn away , refusing to favor anyone of them.
“Fie upon you, O felon!” they cry in unison, ”How dare you sabotage the principles and process of democracy like this?’
See, who talks about democratic principles! A nice funny farce: only if, for a while, one forgets what is at stake.
“I must have the choice to vote negatively, with all the dignity and immunity of secret ballot- not a mere ex-gratia obligation,” assert i.
“Your indignation is alright man; but has anything positive ever emerged out of something negative?”
“Who speaks there?” i sharply turn to the voice.
All i find, is a mirror staring at me.
Even as i watch, my image metamorphoses to a five headed monster.
Truly, the fivesome not only represent me; they, five-in-one, reflect my social self.
Every five years, the five flirts woo me.
“The countdown has begun, O dearest,” they remind me," pick one of us to represent you. And, mind you, don’t forgo your fundamental right, don’t flunk your fundamental duty.”
I know the fivesome fairly well.
The first one is Mr/Ms Fanatic. For him/her, the present and the future have to be a clone of the past; and democracy is nothing, if not the tyranny of the majority.
The second, Mr/Ms Fierce, is a chronic and highly infective case of paranoia. ‘Your-forefathers-did-this-this-to-our-forefathers’ is his/her favorite refrain.
The twain makes a gay pair. Both breathe at least five centuries, if not five millennia in the past. Both frown at my being a wholesome human being, and are hell-bent upon reducing me to a uni-dimensional religious /regional /linguistic /communal iota.
Next is Mr/Ms Fleece, a megalomaniac who holds sway over all high-end industries: agriculture, winery, tobacco, sports, education, and all. In the process, emerges a paradox: his/her purse gets fatter than the national exchequer; the part engulfs the whole.
Mr/Ms Feudal, the fourth one, easily the most cunning of all, has quietly tricked the entire democratic machinery to perpetuate the Dominion of the Dynasty. Lineage is his/her oomph, and totalitarianism, the orgasm.
The last one is Mr/Ms Façade. Graduated from the ranks and files of chain snatchers and petty pickpockets, today the underworld don dons the honorable VIP attire. Earlier he/she paid - and now collects 'protection allowance'.
I am ashamed even at the thought of being represented by any of those five fiends.
Disgusted, i turn away , refusing to favor anyone of them.
“Fie upon you, O felon!” they cry in unison, ”How dare you sabotage the principles and process of democracy like this?’
See, who talks about democratic principles! A nice funny farce: only if, for a while, one forgets what is at stake.
“I must have the choice to vote negatively, with all the dignity and immunity of secret ballot- not a mere ex-gratia obligation,” assert i.
“Your indignation is alright man; but has anything positive ever emerged out of something negative?”
“Who speaks there?” i sharply turn to the voice.
All i find, is a mirror staring at me.
Even as i watch, my image metamorphoses to a five headed monster.
Truly, the fivesome not only represent me; they, five-in-one, reflect my social self.
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