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Societal Sattire

Was watching Paan Singh Tomar recently and wondering how may such satires be blown away. Many such movies have been filmed and released in the past with daring expose of corruption in India. Has anything changed? Perhaps corruption has become a 'masala' item for movie buffs to tickle their entertainment areas of gray cells.


There has been quite a show with the producers amassing amazing wealth and directors and actors bagging award after award. Did that change our existing system? a BIG NO! Young officers who couldn't stand in the way of this storm has been blown away into oblivion. Perhaps after a decade, no one would remember the sacrifice (or should we say murder?) of Manunaths, Dubeys, Yadavs and the endless list.


We have inherited an archaic system of governance that dates back to the 19th century. If you disagree with me, check the Acts and Rules that some of them date back to. It is disgusting that we have adopted to copy & paste techniques without verifying on the impact that it may have on our populace. That's the matter why we are good downloaders and not good uploaders. India being ONE, we don't even have laws of equality governing all. There are sectarian laws of medieval era that still are in promulgation. You may buy a car in this country in a particular state but then, cannot drive it freely everywhere. For example, if you purchased a car in Delhi or NCR region paying road tax for a lifetime on it, you are entitled to drive this car registered at the point of purchase/sale for a period of 1 year from the date of you getting a NOC from the point of registration in West Bengal beyond which you need to pay road tax on the same vehicle once more for the years that the vehicle intends to live its life in the state. Thus, freedom is limited and we have deftly created rules to make hurdles so that governance looks tough from outside. We have created challans and forms that need to be filled up to get serviced at the doorsteps of governance. 


It is shameful that law of equality have not marked its presence in free India. Recently, my car along with many cars were parked on Free School Street in Dharmatala, Kolkata. It is amusing that the Traffic Police found my car to be suitable enough to be conferred a ticket for flouting parking or no-parking norms.


The pattern of governance in this country needs to undergo a sea change. The constitution needs a revision badly and sadly, no seems to be bothered. Let the system run as it is! Let's not trouble trouble till trouble troubles you and then mend and tailor it suitably to satisfy the needs of the aristocracy.

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