Manmohan - The Foul Unlimited

Time Ticks Behind. Man mohan Not. 

An Unforgiveable Crime that you have turned Dr Manmohan Singh.

By Prabhat Sinha

How do I forgive you Hon’ble Mr Manmohan Singh? – not for what you did or didn’t. In

any case you did as much as you didn’t.

I ask this not because I seek; rather I ask as a right to know why my country

should bear the disgrace of your roles as its Prime Minister who represents

none but an individual. I seek to know why the position of Prime Minister of India as a wilful choice of its people be subjected to a hostage.

And, I further seek to know why you circumcise the respect of a genius who in this

land is celebrated for knowledge, not regime.

You have scarred a civilisation that lives for the glory of the scholar to whom the Royal and the dynasties have bowed. A person with brilliant array of qualifications in not alone the subject of your specialisation, but with the closest possible knowledge of how economics persuades the manifold governance of India failed to read? Is that ordinary? You were not distant from the realities or its closest truths.

How could you not see your worth in this milieu?

I can forgive Nehru for essaying public governance as a stagecraft.  Likewise other Prime Ministers for whom their personal dream, agenda or gains rode higher, for they were not bestowed with the largesse to see beyond political royalty.

Can I forgive Manmohan, who was endowed with wisdom to SEE.

My soul bleeds when I address a scholar in this lay, but my soul burns for my nation

more; and I know where my servitude lies. You authored none that disgraced the nation; nor your compose disgrace the  people of India publicly or privately, nor before the nations of the world; you or your family never fell for the slips that lie in plenty in one of the world’s most laundered economy. What made you fall, Dr Singh? You were not the political lamb. Nor you showed salivation for the political lust. To the contrary, you were ‘the’ contrary.

Did you fall to feign a mask? A face for the public, a face of your Queen, and a good face to cover the scum.

 Was your induction in the Congress party a reward for an exceptional skill or a

compulsion for the Gandhis? I need not seek a Banyan Tree to know that

Congress or another political party in India takes to people with a considerable

pedigree, or with political wizardry over a sizeable public; or a compulsory pariah.

Did you not consider why you were robed the coveted one?

When you submit your loyalty, that smells. Were you not qualified to be what you

were? Loyal to whom? An individual? Cause, nation, profession, community, people, public are the words that make contexts for loyalty in a language of honour and dignity.

I cannot see simplicity, Dr Singh. None at all.

That there must be filth in your pocket, not monetary sure, but filth nonetheless

cannot be denied. If you insist honesty, then I may be inclined to read further.

Read into your tenure as the Governor of Reserve Bank of India that coincided with a critical time in the life of Indira Gandhi as more than incidental? Were you a

necessary element in her overall plan to formalise the legitimacy of transferring

her throne – that may have required an economic intervention?

Or, should I read into your induction as a Member of the Rajya Sabha by Rajiv

Gandhi? Did he share a road ahead? Or, he reminded you of any compulsion? You don’t appear as a 'Dil Mange More' version. Wasn’t the RBI Governor enough?

I am not a journalist or a politician: a simpler common citizen who is unnerved that

Manmohan Singh did not have a simple or common man's reason to lay for the

politics of accomodation. You may deny casting a plan, but can you deny being

actively engaged in a plan that shows not all that plain. Have you therefore not

indulged in a crime of another kind; and further set a whole new dimension to the

caved morality in high places in India.

You did not make profits out of the poisonous cake that was baked and sold. Yet you were an active one in the kitchen.

Could you not see the dark in the cooking? Mr PM.

A wiser one would consider their guile to navigate the pedestrian politics, or be

convinced about one’s persuasive authority to direct mammoth administration; a

brilliantly brighter one would have cunningly kept a sealed envelope of strategies,

tricks and methods to cross the various agendas and come out a victor changing

the course for the long, and a petulant one would go out to hit or be laid.

From the distance you seemed to have none. And on closer review, you have not

shown either. In fact, you have done the gross by adding a horrible dimension to

honesty at a time when honesty needs to show its heads up!

What was the purpose of this malign? Dr Singh.

You are a greater genius to see opportunity from saliva. You could not have

succumbed to circumstantial compulsions as Deva Gowda or Charan Singh or

another, because you had your track cut at another pedestal where power is not a

drug for joy.

India’s men of letters watched you succumb, humiliated, jilted and fall. Leave aside

taking the odds or beat them, you did not consider seeing the odds. What instilled

you to embarrass the literati, the middle and the common man en mass?

Unforgiveable. Isn't that?

 What guided you to the path beyond your known, the Hon’ble Doctor? Your

compulsion must be reasonable. Reasonable for a reasonable person to

acknowledge. If you sought rationale, your being the Leader of Opposition in the

Rajya Sabha for over a full term must have been a good test for

your aptitudes. How then did you relate or equate?

Where is the reason for an intelligent consideration?

A very common Indian may opt for grace in a humbled old age home than be the victims of their own children’s misbehaviour. And, you lived the surrendered life

amongst vandalism. Was there truly no choice? Or, you are immune to making a

choice?

My words are harsh, and perhaps even derogatory. Yet I write so because my 9 year old son asked me the other day how a man who is amongst those who are sinners can be considered chaste and honest. I then thought of the more mature Indian youth who is taught and guided by their parents and teachers to consider education as the gateway to public respect, and its wiser modulation a benchmark for success. They are also taught not to compromise on morality and self-respect for petty rewards -at least in those families who give their children best education cutting corners from every other budget.

They do so not to be honoured at the Rashtrapati Bhavan but to take along a

tradition, a heritage and civilisation that has for centuries lived on knowledge and

purposeful living. At a practical level, in the hope that their child will lead an

honourable life, at the least, not be disgracefully honoured by favours or grants;

and, further that knowledge will walk them high among the mighty. That they

would seek beyond the material.

You have set another milestone: that a paper clean pauper can be seated at the lead, for the trail to drain the rails.

The man in the lead then becomes a manipulative tool to showcase a learned and accomplished democratic establishment that carries its rightful demeanour in the eyes of the world. Yet robed in the literati and glitterati is the servile who draws, sucks and overwhelms the aspirations and souls of the common man. If that stands for bureaucracy in India, was that your way to demonstrate it publicly? That behind what appears gracious is an unworthy purpose: to dress the laundering by men of skills and genius: as a Doctor who knows the art of clothing a bleeding

wound.

If it was to honestly lay before the Indian public the truth of the Indian Empire, I see a reason; an honourable wisdom in a sacrificial method to open the eyes of the people.  Was that your true construction?

I wish to know, and why should I not? I make the courage to demand from my Prime Minister.