No Hope

Walk around the state of Manipur, you would find many young men –educated and uneducated; some may even belongs to an insurgent group and some could be a wrecked-out daily labourer; some walk with big dreams and empty pocket, and some are aimless wanderers. They all may speak different dialect; they may come from different background, tribes and upbringing. But one thing they have in common is that they don't know the roles, functions and duties of the Government towards them.

Go and ask them what they want the Government to do for them; most probably they won’t know how to answer, or what to say at all. But ask them about their lives, their families, and their backgrounds, you would most probably find hundred things that the Government can do for them.

Go and ask the old woman what sort of help she got from the Government, she would say nothing. Ask her what she wants from the Government; she would most probably have no idea. Ask her if she knew any welfare scheme for an old and poor woman like her, she won’t have a clue. Think of the amount the central and state governments have spent on all those welfare schemes.

Go and ask one young insurgent why he chose to be what he is, his answer, most probably would be he had nothing else to do at home. Then, ask yourself 'why' he had nothing at all to do at home and think of 'what' he can do and 'why' he can’t do what you think he can do, then, you will know who failed them.

For a lot of wronged youths, joining one or the other insurgent groups has become the sole viable option to vent their discontentment, and demand redressal because they feel they are being denied a fair treatment. They may never knew in which way they are being wronged, but at least they know how to compare their situation with youth their age of other states or countries, and they could clearly see the differences. They may never be able to tell you eloquently what they are deprived of, but you don’t need to be a social scientist to know what they are deprived of.

Their feelings of discontentment and humiliation make them become an easy fodder for insurgent group who had been waiting for this opportunity. It’s high time the government wake-up and perform the duties of a government.

It may be difficult to bring awareness to people who had resigned to their fate, and waking up a government that pretend to be as deaf as a statue and as mute as the Chief Minister himself. But then it has to be done, in one way or the other.

tags: zo, zomi, zogam, lamka

WILL SOMEONE APOLOGIZE TO ME FOR '97?

Recently I read about a series of significant historical apology made by leaders for something that was done many years ago like the Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd’s apology to the Aborigines for inflicting grief, suffering and loss that happened more than half a century ago. And, that get me to thinking if I can ever expect anyone at all to apologize to me for what happened in ’97, and for its aftermath, the consequences and scars it left on my life?

They said that an apology is the first-step towards starting any kind of healing process. And for sure, even after a decade, I’m still nursing those consequences. Every time I cursed my lot, I can trace its root to ’97 –for throwing me out of school and out of my normal routine of life; for taking away my home and friends, for filling my childhood memories with horrible images and thus, stealing my childhood.

I am not the only one affected. There are more, much more, who were at critical stages of their life at that time, and who, otherwise, have been promised much by life but could not achieve just because of what happened. Those people deserve an apology even much more than me.

First of all let me clear that I’m not referring to us apologizing to them or vice versa (if that is possible it will be superb). But for the time being I’m referring to something like a father to son apology. Some of us may argue if an apology is needed at all, saying that we all had gone through the same situation, or that we were only defending ourselves or that there is no reason for us to apologize since it’s not our fault.

It is true that we needed to protect ourselves particularly at that time and especially in view of the inherent apathy of our state government. But who are we protecting when we started killing people of our own or when we extorted, harassed and exploited the very people that we were/are supposed to be protecting?

It’s very well if you argued that we were left with no choice or option but to strike back. It may sound a bit cliché but there always is choice and options if we want. I am not saying that we could avoid it or the situation could have been handled in a better way, but I am saying that we could have mitigated its impact better especially among the younger generation, and don’t let its effect, especially the psychological aspect, linger on for so long. By the way, they says it takes two to tango, so what did we do, consciously or unconsciously, for them to do what they did?

It is also true that we all went through the same ’97. But no, CAPITAL NO, it was NOT the same situation that we went through in ’97. You and I were at totally different footing at that time and we are not the same either now; our socio-economic status were not the same; our conditions were not the same; our losses were not the same; its impact on the region, village, family and individual were not the same either. In fact, some of us even gained from it, when some of us lost everything… Under no parameter can this be called the same!

You may not want to admit it, but ’97 does have an impact on each one of us, and most likely, in the negative way. You may be trying to see the bright side and counting your blessing or thanking your luck for surviving it but you have to admit that you could have been more than what you are now if not for what happened in ’97.

But the problem is who will apologize. Will our respective community leaders take responsibility and apologize? Well, we all doubt that so much it almost sound funny! So where do we start? You and I can very well apologize to each other, but still, someone, some people, with authority and claim will still owe us an apology. And I am not sure if I would ever hear that in my life time.

I have no claim to represent or have authority to speak for anyone other than me. So I am going to speak for myself and start by saying –

I APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN
’97!

Will you too apologize to me… please?

No Tourist Season For Lamka?

Recently my Boss had to tour the North-East for a series of pre-bid meetings. Imphal was her last-stop and she said she might visit CCPur (Lamka, we call it) if I can suggest something worth seeing there. I sheepishly scratched my head not exactly sure what to suggest.

The holidayer to Manipur that I knew of, come in two seasons. The first batch started as soon as the summer holidays started and ends just before school/college re-opened. They are mostly college students or families with school going kids. The second batch started from early December and ended in January. These winter holidayer are mostly servicemen and women or family without children. These people are not the typical tourist, they are holidaying back home.

To be very honest, I don’t remember ever seeing hordes of well-heeled tourists or back-packers in the street of CCPur. Well, Khuga dam is no Hoover dam, and our patchy hills and mountains are not the Nilgiris. And as for marketing our tribal identity, just remember, we don’t exactly live in the jungle any more and girls in hot-pants do not exactly portray the kind of tribal image people may expect. Even today, the few ‘strange face’ that are occasionally seen in our street are there only on the invitation of our churches or are there to visits or inspect one of our many rehab centres.

Well, Gamnuam Home, Shalom Rehab, etc. are not the type of tourist attractants we want. But, for a starter we can develop a botanical garden which will not only attract tourist but also preserve our much folk-lored but evidently endangered orchids. We can also develop a dedicated market for out tribal handicraft from cane, bamboos works to our various colorful shawls, etc. And to develop that, we don’t even need the government; we can use the people participatory approach involving the communities in the process through the NREGS. All we need is someone or an institution to lead and do all the planning.

CCPur seems to scarce rather than attract tourist, and we have to change that. We may not have much to offer that will compel visitors to stay the night, but we can at least develop something that will make CCPur a ‘must-stop’ for every visitor to Manipur.

tags: zo, zomi, zogam, lamka

Miss. Mayawati: The Wrong Dalit Icon

If the father of the Indian dalits, Dr. BR Ambedkar, had been alive today, he would be proud to know that the class for whom he bitterly fought social acceptance are starting to make their marks in most sphere of life from the Head of State to Chief Ministership.

But I cannot help wondering what he would think when he sees the omni-present hand-bag clutching statues of Miss. Mayawati in parks and recreation centres that also usually happened to bear his name?

Ms. M. Yes, during the last general assembly she had been touted as a force to reckon with. The result may have disappointed her and the many psephologist but whatever she had achieved so far in term of political havocs and media frenzies, considering her back ground and personality, are something that cannot be underestimated.

But, at the same time one cannot help but be aghast upon hearing her speeches. Her language were usually unpolished, raw, vulgar and most often a baseless character assassination of her political rivals. But the worst thing about here is that she never seemed to be apologetic about her unabashed abuse of power.

Her few press conferences were well-timed and opportunistic, and I am yet to hear her talk about fiscals, social or development policies. If she wanted to be taken seriously, she must freely interact with the press talking about her dreams, her vision and the step she took to further the situation of the dalits and the country as well and allowing us all to know her better. But sadly enough, she dictated the press only for verbally abusing her political rivals.

She is one of the few prominent dalits in India and much was expected from her, but without ever allowing us to let us know here true self, she just looked like an ignorant, opportunistic, corrupt and greedy politician who exploited her social back ground to achieve here selfish ambition.

There is no denying that she want to leave her legacy after she is gone, but the only legacy that she may leave as of now seems to be a badly plundered state, a divided society, and her hand-bag clutching statues. Well, at least the pigeon will be thankful to her for that.

tags: zo, zomi, zogam, lamka

The Horror Of OZ

The recent spate of racial attacks on Indian Student down at Australia has grabbed more than enough media attention in India.  I’m glad it does.  It brings to focus the issue of discrimination and abuses based on racial line.  It is one subject most Indian often overlooked or chose not to acknowledge until and unless they perceived themselves as the victim.

For instances, when Indian actor, Shilpa Shetty, alleged that she was racially abused at a TV show in the UK, the media and people of India cried wolves.  Contrast that with the time when a coloured Australian cricket player, Andrew Symonds, alleged that he was being racially abused by an Indian player, Harbhajan Singh.  Most Indian, instead of condemning the Indian Player, choose to mock the Australian, or ignore the issue altogether.

Indian abroad have become quite sensitive towards the issue of race today, but back home, it doesn’t cut much ice.  Most Indian in India don’t know what constitute racism or discrimination, or for that matter, what racism is all about.  That is not so surprising considering that India is the one country where segregation based on the line of caste/ class has been accepted as a normal social order.

Racism exists all over the world in one form or the other. Even in the developed world where people are more sensitive and awareness are higher, racism and discrimination still existed, but are hidden, unspoken and unexpressed.  In India it’s different.  People still curse their birth because they can never change their social standing no matter what.  For instance, even in the richest family, inter-caste/race marriage is still a big taboo.

If you belong to any of the lower caste, people will judge you from your surname, and your surname will decide if you can enter a certain place/temple, or touch a certain thing. If you happened to be a racial minority, you don’t even get to give your surname, people take one look at you, and you are already judged.  As a minority, each and everyday one has to face some sort of discrimination –it can be mild, coated or blown-out abuses.

What happened at Australia is awful and should be condemned.  But what happened at India is also equally awful, and  should be equally condemned.  But the big difference is that, the Australian Government has acknowledged the incident (though reluctantly), while in India, such incidents will be conveniently swept under the carpet as a normal outcome of the social order.

I really do wish those people who took out to the street for the students down under will also look closer at home and stop being a perpetrator and stand-up for the minorities which they failed to notice all these years. I hope, at least, a lesson is learnt.

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1. India & Discrimination

2. India & Racism

That Little Village My Parents Love So Dear…

Every alternate year, I went back to that little village despite dreading the seemingly endless journey.  Despite being provided with options and having alternate and much better places to live, my parents insist to continue living in that obscure little mountain village often inaccessible during rainy season, with a distant mobile phone network that works just a few days a year.

That little village is also the place where they brought us up their six children.  It must be the one place they wanted to brought up their children and grandchildren but that’s not the case for my parents.  None of us stayed back and none wanted to live there in the future so we all tried to make up by spending our summer and/or winter holidays with them rather than getting away to one of those exotic location often advertised in those glossy magazines like most people do.  Of their eight grandchildren two were born in their presence and the last one was over a decade ago now.

That doesn’t meant I don't like the place.  No matter what that little village is the one place I still called home and my heart still beats for it.  Despite my untiring complaints of  everything, from the lack of privacy to my inability to use my mobile phone or wifi-internet connection, and despite my unending whining about the lack of basic infrastructures and the government’s apathy, I still yearn for that village and the simple people who live there.

My mother sent me off to live with my Brother just before I entered my teenage years not only because of the ethnic troubles at that time, but also to escape the drug-prone environment.  Moving to Delhi has been dramatic for me in many ways.  But I'm not complaining or blaming my Mother, rather I thanked her for letting me face the real world early without waiting for the inescapable reality we are ought to face in the future and being caught unprepared.

My whole family has been scattered across India and abroad.  My parents are getting old and there are slim chances of a family get-together.  I often wondered if my parents ever felt lonely and regret sending all of us off.  Mother always explained that it’s for our own good and with the hope that we can make something out of ourselves. 

I can’t say we made something out of ourselves with pride –to other, we are still nothing but we did it okay.  We all would loved if our parents wanted to live with at least one of us in a city, but they have sacrificed enough doing without us and we are not going to ask them to part with the one place they love.  Apart from that, I often observed how handicapped and worthless they felt in the few occasion they came to visit us. 

In the village, they have farm and garden to keep them busy, animals to take care of, have close relatives as neighbours who sought their advice for every decision and can take care of them if the needs be. They have a full and dignified life there, the only thing amiss is their children. If they had lived with us, they have to give up all that since life in a city call for a totally different life style. We don’t want them to make so many changes and adjustments so late in their life or feel sorry about themselves for the remaining years of their life.

We know how much they miss us and we miss them too.  It’s a sacrifice –a sacrifice to maintain dignity, to show our respect and love and as a token of thanks –a sacrifice that we all understand.  That’s the reason why we never wanted to drag them away from the one place they love –the place that we all realized we are still in love with.

Heart Breaking

 

It was heart-breaking to read this simple message from ZogamThuthang;

“Kei deihtelna tel lou a, thunei tuten amau deih2 hon telsak di ziak un VOTE KHELOU in kong kik – 9h1”

I was hoping this election would mean something! 

Gosh, that damned old place called Churachandpur NEVER failed to disappoint me! 

May be I should love and care less for my own good. 

But can I?

No.

 

God Saves us all! 

This is not democracy; this is anarchy!

There is Something About Lamkate

Every child that grow-up in those obscure mountainous villages looked up to anyone that came from Lamka or anyone that live in there. Anyone from Lamka who lives in other cities wanted to pretend themselves above Lamka but without any success. My point is there is something about Lamkate that will never change no matter what or where they live!

For instance my Aunt who live in New Lamka (CYA Road –so that you know what dialect she speak, the church she went to, etc! This is very Lamka) understood most of Lamka’s numerous dialects while she speaks none. When I went grocery shopping with her, she often amused me with the way she bargained with the ‘Ima’ selling ‘ngari’ or with the ‘Ka Nu’ selling ‘bawngkerawt’ when each of them spoke only in their own dialect and still managed to strike a good deal.

But what amaze me more is the sheer numbers of ‘second languages’ they speak or understood. Most of them can speak or at least understood Meitei, Hmar, Mizo, English and most of the ‘Zo’ dialects. And of course the women folk (especially the most unlikely one) understood Hindi which of course, they learned from ‘Tulsi of Kyunki’! That’s not a small feat especially when I compared to the number of times I gaped my mouth with confusion when people talked to me after church service at ZCF Delhi.

Most Lamkate also has a penchant for Mizo songs. That’s understandable considering that there are more Mizo songs blaring out from the local channels. A cousin, like every one of her friends, has listened and has her favourite Mizo songs –a dialect she cannot speak. And of course those imaginative dances they called ‘choreography’ performed by little boys and girls in the church with colourful ribbons tied to their hand! They are typical Lamka!

Another thing about Lamkate is their passion for ‘kuva/kuhva’. Most walls and public toilets faced you red bearing testimony to that. If they don’t chew the ‘betel leaf’ version, they can be seen chewing its dry version of ‘talap’, ‘shikhar’ or ‘raj darbar’, all these wonderful names I learned from a semi-literate friend while back in home. I often assumed those packed ‘paan’ are chewed only in Bihar and/or UP alone, but I must quickly add here –no connection, especially when we got enough connections and a friend here is seriously considering researching our Manasseh Connection!

Then, of course, there is the Lamka ear. They heard a gun shot and can name the name and made of the gun! Most of us from the city are too used to the crackers/fireworks coming from the never-ending birthdays, weddings and any sort of celebration we hardly hear a bomb ‘booming away’ a metre behind us. The last time I was in Lamka I put my best effort to make a joke when every one perked-up like a mongoose on-guard and looked at each other. I gave up attempting only to be told that they were wondering about the ‘loud boom’ which I still think is a lame excuse for not wishing to hear my joke!

There are more, like the Korean films, the seasonal fashions trends coming from Silchar or Tamu, etc. which are ‘religiously’ pursued and paraded every Sunday. But, let’s talk about that some other time. In conclusion, “No doubt, there definitely is something about the Lamkate!”

My Vote: My Say?

Come May, and the world’s largest democracy and the second most populous country in the world will go to the poll for the General Parliamentary Election. It will be a chance for the billion people of India to have their say in the governance –or at least in principle.

I remember often seeing this TV commercial where it says ‘if you don’t vote on Election Day, then you are sleeping and you have no right to complain’. I want to protest that complaining is what I did best, but I definitely don’t want to be caught sleeping even though I love sleeping.

So, I got to thinking if I were given the chance to have my say be actually turned into action, what would I say? There would be many things I would want to say. As a Christian, as a Tribal, as a Minority Community, as a Student and as a Citizen, everything about me is crying out to be heard –that’s also the one reason why I blog in the first place!

But I need to be realistic and stop nursing false hope since I live in a world called reality. And that left me with very little to say. During Delhi’s Assembly election last year, a friend joked that if someone put up a donkey as a candidate, she would rather vote that donkey, and I remember saying ‘amen’ to that.

As a Christian, I am furious (what an irony) that when Hindu mobs run amok ransacking and burning churches in Karnataka; torching the houses and mercilessly killing poor dalit Christians in Orissa; not a single Christian Minister or MP said a single word! We have enough prominent political figures (I can quickly count 2 Union Minister and about 25 - 30 MPs) who chose to remains silent –how orphaned we felt! Amidst all that, all the Prime Minister can do was to come out and lambast organized religion as a whole! Misinterpreted Liberalism… what a shame!

This election too, we will not have much choice like in the past. You can chose an individual who you think might be sensible, once elected he/she will sacrifice everything for the sake of his/her party’s image or as they say. You vote for a party, and they will remain a mute spectator while your house and church are burned!

But if you are a Dalit-Christian, it’s worse. You have to choose between your religion and your identity. Once you become a Christian, you lost your dalit identity but that doesn’t mean you will enjoy social acceptance. Apart from that, no matter how poor or backward you are, you will have to fight with the general people for every field of opportunity.

If you happened to belong to any of the poor minority communities, be very threatened. Whenever those political parties or the newly launched one needed some media attention, they will come to attack you, massacre you and no one will speak-up for you. If you dared even as to raise a protest, they will throw you in jail while those mobs will go scot-free. That’s what it means to be a minority in India and I don’t think this election will change anything.

If you are a tribal, all that you can do is to look-up to the sky where the non-tribals’ built their castles –waiting for those few scraps of government’s welfare schemes to fall-off off their table. We don’t want those scraps of welfare schemes, but a share in the overall development of the much proclaimed India’s booming economy.

As a marginalize tribal, I want inclusion in the progress of the country. When India go overboard claiming itself to be the world largest democracy, the armed forces continue to have unlimited powers in the North-eastern states of India subduing its tribals inhabitants into military rules and making them a perpetual refugees in the land of their forefathers.

As a student, I want better educational infrastructure and support –at par with those private institutions’. I also want an inclusive education where we are not forced to study the history of only certain section or part of the country or some socialist propaganda. I want quality education upon which one can build a life and not an education that put emphasis on pass-fail ratio or obtaining degree/certificate alone.

As a citizen, I want a government that’s not afraid to speak up the truth and stand up for the right things without fear of losing their vote-banks. I want a government that don’t emphasize on gender alone, or class, caste or race. I want a safer country where each one of us can roam free without the fear of being attacked because of your facial feature, religion, gender, caste, class or race.

There are many more that I want or don’t want, and looking at the leading political parties and their prospective candidates, it seems that I’m only wasting my time listing my wants or don’t wants. So I come to the question ‘should I still cast my vote this coming election’.

No, I don’t believe that the single vote I hold can make a difference among a billion people, and yes, I’m a pessimist because I have enough reasons to be disappointed, so this coming election, I’m going to stay at home and enjoy the holiday. It’s just not worth voting for someone who dared not to stand-up for his/her own people/religion or for that matter, speak out against injustice.

tags: zo, zomi, zogam, lamka

Life In A City

Talking in phone with my little niece back home, she reminds me of how much I fancied living in a big city when I was her age. I saw the lights, the glitters and the glamour in those films and convince myself to believe living in a city would guarantee them all. What a disappointment!

In those days, if I were told that there are frequent power-cuts in big cities like Delhi or Bombay or that the roads are filled with pot-holes, I would shake my head in dispassionate unbelief. And, how would I believe that I would spent a large chunk of my hard-earned money on renting a single room that's more like a dark cave with a single door and a window (if you're lucky)!

Many of us living outside left behind their wives/husbands; children and or parents back at home. I don't want to imagine what those separated couples must be undergoing, but I can speak for myself and assert that it's not easy either –being single, working and living in a city.

If you are lucky enough to get Sunday off from your work, it's the only day when you can meet people of your kind -that too, only if the church is within a reasonable distance. That Sunday church service could be your only 'social life' for the week unless you are one of those crows who are comfortable enough in their fake peacock's feather.

On the occasional time you went to church, you might even saw someone who fasten you heart beat and you may stole many quick glances, but that's as far as you would go, because for the next six days, you would be pre-occupied with your work and you would even hardly have the time to think about her/him.

You woke up in the morning, clean yourself, have breakfast, pack you lunch and off you went to spent the next hour commuting to your work place. You returned home in the evening buying grocery on your way, tidy yourself up, prepare and have dinner, watch a little bit of TV and you dozed off. You repeated the same pattern the next day, six days a week, and will continue to do so in the future. That’s life in the city.

If you are lucky enough to have someone within the neighborhood, you'll at least have someone to chat with, or if your family or friends have telephone, you can chat away for something about your monotonous/redundant life bearing in mind your fast running phone bill. Maintaining a relationship is expensive, it not only consumes time, but also your money.

Life in a city provides many 'pros' and as much 'cons', just like in the rural areas. Big cities offer mostly materialistic things, and to enjoy them one needs to have a deep pocket, and most of us can afford that. While at home, what we are being offered are mostly aesthetic like clean air, water & environment, love, friendships and so on; the absence of which can make life pretty scary...

May be that's the reason why the word 'home' sounds so heart-warming. The mere thought of 'home' can heal you of the day's fatigue, it can relax you from the tension boiling inside you on over-hearing someone calling you names or making an unnecessary comments about you. The word 'home' can transport you across the seas and the plains and take you to those ranges of hills and mountains where you spent the happy days of your childhood. The word 'home' is transcendental; it’s therapeutic and transforming...

The Problem with Blogging

I hardly have anything to post these days as is quite evident. It’s not that there’s nothing to write about, or neither am I running out of inspiration as some people loved to say, nor not having the time. I have time to write and have stuffs I wanted to write about, but the only thing is, and to be very honest, that I am too lazy to begin with.

It is not that difficult to get something worth a post. Most of my post were written as a message in my mobile phone and saved as ‘draft’ until I got the time to put them in my computer, then I put those pieces of thought together.

But the problem is when you want that post to be of some substance. If I want to write about the inanities of my daily life, I could simply use it as a diary, but my blog definitely is not a diary. But again the brand new diary I gifted myself for New Year is still empty and stands testimony against any excuses that I may have.

There are times when I really am busy and got no time to write, say like last November, I posted a short story that I broke into two pieces. I have been sitting over that story for over two years until I ran out of any thing worth posting which forced me to hastily finish and post it.

The story was raw and unpolished, but I still think it manage to put forth the issue that I had in mind. I always wanted to write something about my family, especially my mother after we all left home, so it was loosely based on our life.

In a way I am glad that I am done with that story, and some part of me wished that something compel me to finish off the many other unfinished writings I have been sitting over for many years.

I have many notepad files containing small piece of thoughts. Some are full length article containing many paragraphs that have to be put together. Some have just the introductory part with/and/or the concluding part. But since I got enough to post for this time, it seems like I’m going to continue sitting over them.

See, it’s not that difficult….

India Inc wants Gujarat Monster as PM

When the leaders of India biggest business houses stood-up to support Narendra Modi as the future Prime Minister of secular India, it sent shockwaves across the minority communities living in India. It just amazes me how short-lived our memories are!

Who can ever forget the merciless massacre of Muslims in Godhra and the persecution of Christians in Dang? If the name Narendra Modi rang a bell, it is because his name is identical with the many innocent bloods shed in Gujarat. If Gujarat prospers, it got nothing to do with him but the people of Gujarat. Narendra Modi only stained the name of Gujarat and India.

But what is more shocking is that respectable people like Tata, Mittal and the Ambanis wanted him to lead the country. Does this mean those Industrialists will support and/or do anything that will only further their interest (and that interest is nothing but profit) without giving any importance to the peace and harmony of India?

The whole thing reminds me of what I once read in the net about how the German Industrialists praised Hitler and his regime before he showed his true colour. Narendra Modi had already showed his true colour, so those Industrialists knew what they were talking about and can be taken as a legitimate threat.

Looking at the present political scenario, it is very unlikely that the BJP will put him up as their Prime Ministerial candidate for the 2009 election, but it is inevitable in 2014 if the BJP happened to lose the next election.

But by proposing the Monster of Gujarat as the Prime Minister of India, India Inc is threatening the minority communities of India, and if you happened to be a minority, be very threatened for that Monster could be your Prime Minister if those peoples with vested interests have their way.