Come rain or shine, our political parties never shy away from their ‘work’.
They are like seasons, who never fail to come. And, when they do, they make us sweat, they make us wet and they make us shiver.
I have always thought that our political parties bear a striking resemblance to the three seasons.
The prickly BJP Summer, for us, is mangoes, ice creams, lassis and vacations. BJP had its own sunny days when it had leaders like Vajpayee.But, along with the Alphonsos and Cornettos comes the chubhti, jalti garmi, loo, pasina and load sheddings. Their aggression is as strong as the heat and their lack of unity as irritating as the power failures. Their religious ideologies are like the death blows of the loo.
The floody Third Front Monsoon is a respite from the exhaustive summers. So they said about the Third Front.Since the front is formed of ‘weird’ combinations, the probability of thunderous outpours is more. (The thunders are sure to be loud. Thanks to Mayawati.)But, it seems the mushy romantic season will turn into a muddy disaster. The downpour can happen anytime. And make sure you don’t get struck by the lightning.
Rain rain go away
Never show your face again!!!
The icy Congress Apples are healthy and cherries are bright. So are Manmohan Singh and Rahul Gandhi. Also, the moderate ideology of Congress is as cosy as the warmth of the pleasant winter sunshine. But, the other ‘leaders’ of the party might get a frostbite as the Gandhi family never makes way for others. The hazy vision of the leadership reminds you of the chilly foggy mornings.
The awaited spring
“If winter comes can spring be far behind.” May Shelley’s words come true. What India needs today is a party as productive as spring. Let it bring the optimism, vigour and brightness the season stands for.
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