The IPL is back, and so is the enthusiasm, the euphoria, the hysteria...and possibly many other adjectives that I was trying to look up in the dictionary while writing this post. But then, I'm sure coming up with heavy words is just another diversionary tactic that we, er, proud Indians are so good at. In slightly more than 24 hours from now, a 'cricket extravaganza' will kick off with Punjabi mundas cheering for teams originating from land of Marxist machhlis, and so on. In the midst of this, you, me and a lot of others have raised a concern (and quite rightly at that) that Anna Hazare's fast will be headbutted out of the media headlines. Or, if you and me want it to be that way.
Corruption is a byword - a byword for larger things that have encompass our daily lives - that being 'right' is the new 'wrong'. 'It's not right to do things the right way,', 'It doesn't matter what they think'. What is the right and what is wrong? Who are they? These are questions that may be beyond the scope of any blog, book, discussion paper or seminar. The IPL, like the CWG and 2G grafts, was another symbol of 'Shining India' (sic). Players being auctioned off to the highest bidders, as if they are coal mines or storage infrastructure for a telecom service provider. We have scorned at it, we have made fun of it. Yet, we may or may not have noticed a strange irony that lies in this particular phenomenon. The auction - it's not just the players out there, it's happened to each one of us, day by day, week by week, month by month. We have auctioned off our souls - to the traffic sergeant for making the signal-jump look like a clean act, to the municipal inspector for making the 'jugaad' of owning two houses and paying taxes for one a perfect example of our 'smartness'.
Yes, corruption in the country may be like the proverbial chicken and egg - does it thrive because we let it or are we too helpless to do anything about it? But, from a cynic's point of view (which this blog writer may be accused of) - the bias may be towards the former. Isn't there a saying that corruption is like cancer? And cancer survivors know only too well the benefits of early detection and cure.
Many a times, it's been said that 'giving up food is the coolest way to get work done.' Putting the overt sarcasm in this statement aside, if that had been the case, how would the McDonald's and Domino's of the world do business in India? Any and every MNC who sets foot on our soil is baffled, and also happy, at the sheer volume of business that this land offers. And, this is also the land where 'it's difficult to get any work done.'
Anna Hazare's move may or may not be symbolic. But, it's clearly about taking a stand. It's about doing the bizarre to treat the weird. Be it sleazy politicians or cricket administrators, remember - they are a construct of the same 'society' you and me inhabit. Yes, today they may be occupying pedestals so high that we find it difficult to reach out to them. Again, like 'we don't vote', so we don't want to reach out. Like a legend called Michael Jackson once sang: "Some things in life we just don't want to see.....all I want to say is that they don't really care about us." For us, the situation is: "We don't care about us." We are the Indian Procrastinators' League, which even I'm a part of (otherwise this blogpost would not have existed!). Yes, I'm ranting and showing off my angst in so many words. But, in the process of reading this, I'm sure you are being the change you want to see. Yes, I believe that all of us will go beyond words to wipe out the tolerance for evil. Yes, hope is the sturdiest of ropes
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