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Khamosh and the Lamb

Now now! What do we have in store for this 2014 Lok Sabha Elections! Now that the Prince a.k.a. Mr.Right a.k.a. National Leader has atlast opened up (or did he?), we can draw some conclusions and make some observations.

First things first. I believe Justice's slaughter of the Lamb roughly 14 hours back was the last thing the Grand Old Party wanted. Starting from Diggi Raja to Vetti Kattiya Tamizhan to Maun Mohan to Desh Matha to Mr. Zero Loss to Mr. Motor Mouth to everybody in the Grand Old party would have seriously hoped that the Lamb had stayed silent a bit longer. That would have enhanced the "enigma" or "mystery" or "halo" surrounding the Prince, and they could have kept on promoting the Youth Icon as the most capable future leader of the Country, and the unifying factor of various communities.

One thing is for sure. All the parrots would now be peppered with questions from their near and dear on how they, the parrots, kept on holding the Prince as the future leader and the Nation's hope for this long, when the aam junta figured out over one little interview that the Prince is anything but the Nation's Hope, and he is more of a sheep / lamb rather than a potential National Leader. And thanks to such a performance, the parrots are left scratching their heads on how to further their case going forward. A legend built over a decade turned out to be pure gas within a span of one hundred minutes. Thanks to Justice!  

Justice was surely enjoying his time. That smile bordering on smirk showed it all. He would probably think he has tamed the Prince. Somebody should tell him that, though the legend could have been that of a lion, underneath the lion's clothing, all that we had was just a confused and dead horse. 

Of all the grand expose broadcast on Justice's programme, yesterday's was the biggest expose! Justice exposed the Prince! And his thoughts, or the lack of it! The potential leader of the Country is no more than a school child reluctantly taking part in a Debate competition merely because his parents and well(?!!) wishers want him to. 

Few more such interviews, the Grand Old Party can be assured of a place in history books as relic of the past. And the opposition would be rejoicing bursting crackers, and opening champagne bottles somewhere.

The most important that I could make out of the interview was that the Lamb was force fed on daily doses of Seventies and Eighties Amitabh Bachchan movies - the angry young man, the perennial outsider, the common man, up against the system, trying to cleanse it, and save the world. Every single question was ultimately answered with an looped out statement on system and empowerment, and how the lamb is waging a war against the corrupt system and focussing on empowering people. Not even one single question was answered with any degree of specifics. 

Too much of a digression, to the point of bluntly conveying one sad truth - the lamb was evading uneasy questions. And every question was uneasy. Evident from the fact that, for the most part, that the lamb was looking in different directions - anywhere and everywhere except the Justice's. The standard sign of somebody who prefers avoiding any sort of confrontation. Even the non-violent, talk-talk kind of ones. At times, one wondered if the lamb was suffering from attention deficits, with the looped out and irrelevant answers even when a specific answer was insisted upon.

At the end of which, my basic dislike for him turned to one of sympathy. The kind one has for a kid forced to shoulder responsibilities which he is incapable of or atleast not interested in. And somebody should seriously help him out of all the troubles, and tell him that he is not any Bachchan, but a Bachcha Goat, the Lamb, the Bakra. 

He may come across as somebody who is sincere, but he isn't entirely. His earnest attempt at projecting himself as one with a conscience turned out to be being projected as one with confusions and contradictions. Surely, he didn't sound arrogant the way his parrots sound. But he didn't sound the way a class leader should sound either, leave alone a national leader. With this kind of performance, every single industry colleagues of the Justice will be licking their lips and salivating at the prospect of having an interview scheduled with the Prince, just to have their share of "conquest" and boost up their ratings.

To be a Bachchan, you need to have Salim-Javed as your advisors and mentors. With the kind of advisors he has, he can never be even a wannabe Bachchan. He will always be the lamb.

And with the lamb, I am sure, the other Party would be busy projecting themselves as being led by a Lion. With the kind of dialogues being mouthed by their Leader such as fifty six inch chest, I for one wonder, if he is trying to sound like the strongest man, Bollywood has ever seen - Dharmender! But with the kind of modulation, he comes across as one of his adversaries in his own party Mr. Khamosh. But the Lamb atleast had faced the Justice once before the Mega Polls. Am not sure if the Dharmender Wannnabe would present himself to any such scrutiny till the Elections are over.

So what do we have for this 2014 elections => A battle between a Wannabe Amitab Bachchan, who is at best a lamb waiting to be slaughtered versus Wannabe Dharmendra, who sounds more like "Mr.Khamosh", who is being hailed as the Slaughterer by all his detractors.

Lets wait and watch, as the fun unfolds.

Comments

That "interview" constantly reminded me of only one scene. Vadivelu's famous "andha ponna kaiya pudichu izhuthiya?" sequence.

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