In Indian politics Surname matters more than capability. With a illustrious surname also comes the curse of expectations, set much before you even make your way through this world. There is so much catastrophe, drama that surrounds these people making them quite fascinating.
The story of ‘THIS’ family is no less than a high voltage drama, emotion, action and romance. Each and every individual of this family has a tale of his/her own. In spite of being haunted by tragedy’s and scandals in the past this family has always been active (willingly/unwillingly) in Indian politics.
But before going any further let me make it clear that I am not pro any party or surname. Neither I am trying to be a political critic or generate any sympathy for party/people . Following are purely my personal thoughts and are totally directed to a individuals of a family and not party.
I wonder if as a child “The Son” had any dreams for himself. Did he wanted to be a politician and manage the world of this 125 year old party founded by his great grandfather. His father surely wanted to be away from politics for a major part of his life but circumstances forced him other way. His mother on other hand ventured to save the party from extinction. But why did he? Was it because he really wanted to contribute something for his nation ? or save his family’s inheritance? Well no one would ever know the true answer. Because his profession does not allow him to express his personal thoughts freely(ironic isn’t it).
I marvel how “The Daughter” met the accused of her father’s murder and forgave her. “The Daughter” had once mentioned to certain Kashmiri kids that like them “she” too has been a victim of terrorism. Forgiveness is so difficult and forgiving someone who has given you pain for life time sounds so very unattainable to me.
It takes a lot of guts to leave the country you have grown up in , leave everything you have identified yourself with, for a totally alien place and accept it. “Mrs. Wife” must have really loved her husband to do so. From being yesterday’s shy, reserved “Bhau” to today confident and astute President, it’s been a remarkable journey for her. But has anyone ever thought how agonizing it must have been to carry burden of the same legacy because of which she lost the man she loved, her husband, father of her children.
She has been criticized for her foreign origin, ridiculed for her Hindi, but at least she makes an effort. What if after her husband’s death she would have gone in a total isolation far away from this country…never wanting to come back..shedding any responsibility to do with her husband’s family’s heritage ? She has very meticulously and diligently nurtured ‘her’ party back to life. This Lady surely has will made up of iron….... with which she has faced all the seasons of life. In some ways she to me looks like Michal of Godfather. Through all these years “She” has strictly guarded her “Family” with ferocity of a lioness.
Anyways….you must be wondering why am I writing all this…..well..it something I wanted to write for a long time….maybe I’ll write again more appropriately next time.
anyways…now a lil bytes from my life..Well….weekend is approaching and I am in a hardcore sulking mood (relax hubby I am kidding). I am planning to do some pot painting(my not–so-creative soul is waking finally)….papa will be visiting me on Saturday (yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeee). And I am looking for some company to watch Ravaan.
PS : Managed one week without hubby dear minus much ronna dhonna so I give myself a pat on back J anyways…hopefully everyone’s gonna have a rocking weekend (including me)….ciao….
