Tuesday, September 29, 2009

seedha rasta kaun pass hua hai?

I recently overheard a group of collegians praising a friend to the stars at Vidyavihar station. I do not know which college they belonged to. From their looks, their style of dressing and their boisterous chatter about accounts, environmental science and girls, I’m assuming they were from a decent college though I could be wrong. All of them were waiting for a Kalyan-side train on platform number 1.The point of the decibel-irreverent discussion was one young chap amidst them who had just taught all his friends a new trick to smuggle in chits into the exam hall. Everyone in the group save none agreed that the method was ingenious and could even be tried out at higher levels, like say the CAT exams or the CET. It was an idea that was too good to be restricted to college and its unit tests, everyone agreed noisily.
Standing in the middle of the group, our inventor was preening like the cat who got the cream. As his friends patted his back, some of their smiles dimmed with jealousy at the chap’s cleverness, this boy just shook his head. A very cocky push of the chin sideways, nothing more. Like what some cricketers do when they have smacked a 150kmph delivery as straight as an arrow to the boundary.
As the group collectively dreamt that now everyone there with a bit of luck could get a first class, our man made his move towards the train that had just pulled into the platform. The punchline came as the genius placed his first step on the footboard. His hair waving, the Sultan of Chits turned around to his friends and as the train picked up speed yelled- “seedha raasta kaun m#@%r&*d pass hua hai? Yeh India hai dost”
The high five he got from one of the chaps in the gang who was at the door with him and the sheer admiration that continued in the truncated group till the next train arrived convinced me that everyone in that group heartily agreed the genius was right.
Have you ever taken a look at the affidavits politicians file when they file their nomination papers? SSC pass girls who talk like idiots are worth Rs 20 crores. Others have seen their stock worth increase almost 12 times in five years, better than what some top stock brokers can manage.
Filmstars convicted by courts for riots and bomb blasts inaugurate police Dussehras. Politicians who never show their faces to the electorate except in studios of television channels on their payrolls get second MP terms because their fathers have played the religion and caste mathemtaics well..
An absconding corporator who was caught taking a bribe from a BMC contractor gets a Congress ticket for the MLA elections.
A man hailed as a hero once by a fawning press- BBC no less- is finally raided by the Anti-corruption sleuths and is found to be worth several crores, shops, flats and acres of land. He gets bail, sounds indifferent because he knows after lying low for some months he will be back to some plum post and doing much the smae things he caught for.
Probably the chap who was being hailed as the ‘smartest smuggler of chits’ by his college mates that afternoon at Vidyavihar station was right after all --- seedha rasta kaun m-----d pass hua hai? Yeh India hai dost.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I feel this is more prevelent in urban india and especially in bigger cities.the pressure on young people are great to achieve success without any thought on the means of achieving it.