I am whom you know. Know so-so. Perhaps. I have visited youmany a time and begged for something. I was successful in motivating you todecide in my favor. Like others who have fooled you over and again, I too wasable to hoodwink you.
By the way, who are you! A bunch of sycophants. A populationof pitiable. A deceptive crowd. A capricious public. I know it all!
I am the one to promise you sky and then offer you sand. Forthe gullible have no option but to wait, you have been waiting since decades. Iknow. You actually get what you deserve. So, do not groan and grumble! Yes, I’tried’ to shoot in the dark but it didn’t work. The heavens aren’t happy withyou. No one is, in fact. All loathe you for your misjudgments.
I didn’t stop here. I am the one to ridicule your patience.That’s a promise I and my vanguards have to fulfill. Your patience is my power.You suffer but you don’t discard patience. You die but are calm. These traitsare rare and I am here to exploit them to the hilt.
Don’t worry so much. I know that you are worried. I canunderstand. And that’s why I have to debug the worry. The worry is not how tostop killing; the trouble is how to take killing normal. The problem is notabout ending culture of impunity; the concern should be cultivating silence ofconvenience. That’s why I have befriended many amidst you—’your officers andprotectors’—those who make you to learn this lexicon. I corrupted them by allmeans!
You know my curing mantra. I am here to redefine it. I meanno sugarcoating. I bruise you to bleeding until you need healing. See I can’theal if I don’t injure you. Simple! But you brainless people don’t get it. Youharp on ‘resolving’ puzzles, which nobody is interested in. Who cares! Let youdie. But let us live.
I have come to know that I have earned lot of armchairadmirers who appreciate my style. I am better off than few twitterati around.They trumpet. I just grin as well as guffaw. The fickle analysis flatters mebut I am equally flabbergasted. You people don’t even own a few levelheadedthinkers and analysts. Shame!
Not their fault. Meanness of mind is rampant. It runs fromus to them. We learn from each other. And I am the one to diagnose this illnessand worsen it more. As for me, I have proven to be ‘honest’ because I buy timeto stay bought.
I know you people just seek consolation for yourself byaccusing me for the maladies in the power structuring. I can’t annoy my rankand file. You should understand. They have put at stake everything to gobble upanything. Their desires are my destinations. By the way, haven’t you heard that”nine out of ten politicians are thieves? The tenth politician is a liar andthe one who conducted the survey”!!
Of course, I will notcrumble under the weight of ‘powerful’ glory for I know power is there to stayas long as I keep stumbling upon my own commitments. That promises my survival.And that promises your silliness.
If you are looking for promises and packages of a brightfuture to be given gift-wrapped to you, don’t read me. For, I think you shouldrealize that I do not want you to be hopeful; I do not want you to be peaceful.I owe you no apology. My purpose is to slumber you down and see you sleeping inthe waking posture. That suits me. That suits my political camaraderie. Thatsuits any dispensation wrought by moolah and media.
So, stay on to suffer. I know you people are not going tochange. Don’t exhort. Don’t knock my door. Don’t eat my head. Wish you badluck!