The intrinsic attribute of every animal is to dominate its counterpart; dominate by sounds (we speak words), dominate by muscle power or dominate by its utter charisma. Animal hates to loose, that’s not in its blood. It will take anyone by the scruff of the neck; bring out its nails and teeth to stamp its triumph and authority over the opponent. Dog does not want to loose against another; it will make sure that it barks louder in response. Human, being an animal; “a civilized animal” underneath alluring shirt and shoes; smelling branded perfume, does not want to loose either. Though we have no hassles to be tagged as “Party animal”, but we will not like to borrow the later part for us so easily. We confess or not, but still our hair grows, we cut our nails with nail cutter, we brush our teeth that took the chunk out a chicken’s leg yesterday night, we stink in hot weather, we love to get on top on bed.
Beauty regimes, Hair Dressing, nail cutting, brushing the teeth, taking bath; these are not luxuries; we the “species of Human” call them as our daily needs, things that we should do. But are they truths? I think they are pretentions of tampering and hiding our reality, our animalistic nature. We gave good name to it by the way. We call it Humanity. But often our truth comes out that; we are not only animals, we are BEASTS to be precise!
The most pompous thing that ever happened to our Humanity is politics. How would you like to define politics? Let me give my definition. Politics is nothing but the utilizations of our Human brain or brilliance over the weaker people to gain its dominance over the other. It’s as simple as that, since the day it was born and there again the cue “Dominance” comes out.
We gain the dominance by many ways and steps. We start it by words and speeches and posters and festoons. And if these things are not working properly we believe in Muscle power. The bottom line is we should rule. But there again the question arises, the person who voted, what’s his weakness?? Why he/she should elect, can’t we all contribute to the nation’s prosperity. What’s the need of a politician, a party or a ruler? Why we should follow, democracy or monarchy?? That’s the beauty of triumph. Once you convince others in the battle of dominance, that I am the BOSS, you will be the king for a time, until some one else convinces better than you to the lost out. The Reign changes, Chapters get added to the History.
Now read the bold lettered lines again please. It’s so amazing that you will find a striking similarity between politics and love. Wow! Even beasts fall in love. So should I call Love as the politics of two hearts?? Is women weakness for men? What’s love, if there exists Casanovas and libido? Love is trickier and complex than Politics! Even the best of the best “love gurus” will fall part to define it properly. I raised a concern few lines ago about the weakness of the person who votes or elects? Ironically in Love who votes and elects holds the upper hand in most of the cases, trick is you don’t make it loud and clear. And don’t forget to keep your dominance going over your partner parallely. The trick of the “Ustaad” does not lie in singing a song in studio, but in its “final touch” of mastering. The balance in dominance and care and keeping a fake identity of giving space to the partner will fetch you more “loves” in future. Why I say so, because it’s the person who accepted the proposal shares the best of libido, in most cases. He/she though categorized as the one who elected, rather than the one who got elected, has the tenacity of getting convinced. So more opposite gender in his/her life is always on the cards. Quite opposite of Politics I must say.
Don’t predict in love, don’t come to a conclusion on who should love whom. I often take instances from movies as I think they are mirror of what we are. Remember that scene in DCH near the beach where Akshay Khanna’s character (Sid) belts out gyan to that lovely girl Deepa who was desperate to the Aamir’s Character (Akash) in her life. Sid says “We should not expect some thing in life that is vague and unrealistic”. But, how ironically he commits the same mistake in his own life, when he falls in love for Tara Jaiswal (Dimple Kapadia); a lady who is much older than him. I also like to say that line from "Notting hill" where Julia Roberts playing, The quintessential actress of Hollywood says to Hugh Grant, a common man “I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her”.
I have a stupid postulate to love. Love is like meandering with a brochure that we can’t see; an invisible brochure. It’s a brochure that will hold every statistics that we have lived and gained till date, It will carry how long our hair is, do we use specs, do we have chest hair, our height, our body structure, our vital statistics on our assets, our final exam results, what job we are doing, do we have a bike, at speed we drive, am I a rash driver or not, how many breaks we push while driving etc etc. Girls will also carry one, but obviously with different data. Now when both clashes head on in chat window or in a coffee shop, they share their brochures, both checks each others data. If both parties are happy with what they are getting at the cost of “love”, they will sanction a deal. Now while signing, some how some one between the two takes the onus of the dominator, and other one readily agrees. There are many signs of this agreement. One very obvious is that the one who agrees will response to a missed call by a full fledged call. The data sharing session is fun; it’s like the 3rd day of a test match that often decides which way the match is going. Data sharing may start from chat. Chat I must say is a very vulnerable data sharing session. One is circumspect and other one is desperate. Desperation can reach many levels. A guy who looks like Tinu Anand in reality can claim he looks like Hrittik Roshan! Girls can double up their vital statistics for counted assets in no time. Eventually who has the better knowledge of humor and wit and fastest skill of telling calculated lies will win the race. Chat often decides the dominator. Just somehow gain a kiss, on the chat window, you are through. Say what ever you want, ask what ever you like, ask what ever when you meet. Cross examine what ever statistics you want to check.
The last lair is obviously “Modhureno Somapoyet” marriage. Behind “Jodidong Hridoyong Tobo, Todidong Hridoyong Momo” Marriage is the politics of two families, where the winner is pre decided, and the one where the boy belongs, if not he is not henpecked. Come to a marriage, Son’s father and uncle will never find the meats dished out by girl’s family are boiled properly. The curry will taste too sweet or cooked with too much chili powder. The rule continues until the girl spins out yet out trick of dominance, and breaks the family in parts. Politics shouts its triumph of domestic dominance by generating thousands of nuclear families.
Nuclear families are settled until some one arrives as new comer. Nuclear fears of turning into join family again. Rattled by the arrival, it fights against impurity with whatever it has. The Hypocrisy of Nuclear Family comes out. Sudhindra Bose can’t take Moni Mohan Mitra lightly. He brings his relatives and friends to his home to check Mr.Mitra’s identity. In “Joy Baba FeluNath” The Master of the House makes it loud and clear who is the boss to Feluda even, an investigator who will come to his house for few days only for his job on hand. The battle of politics begins. Someone is desperate to prove, and other one is reluctant to believe. Nayak’s friend wants to have him saying something to his rebellious union members of the closed mill, in reply Nayak approaches money. Again Brochure’s are not shared. Brochures can’t be shared if it’s already shared. In love or friendship or whatever relationships we named, we don’t restructure our deals, or I should say we are reluctant to do so. Gandhi could not give Sardar Patel the nodd of first prime minister, could not keep Subhas Bose in party, because it was too late to refine faith, too tough to come out of Nehru’s threat to break congress in parts. INC meant Gandhi. Gandhi Meant INC. Neither Father of the nation could destroy himself nor could Nehru come out of Mrs. Mountbatten’s lust.
In the battle of politics, the only thing that matters is Me, Myself and I only. There’s no Irene, no tom, dick and harry, No trust and no previous promises. And we still see some female Indian delegate sharing important data of the country to Pakistani agencies, foxed by the conviction of “Love”. We still fall in Love.
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