I WANT TO BE CHIEF MINISTER
The Police! In the town I saw so many Police staff at every nook and corner almost every furlong a constable standing on the road as if to guard the people and control the traffic. The whole atmosphere seemed to be disciplinarily different and unusual, I could not resist, so I went up to one PC and asked what was the matter, he told:“ The Chief Minister is coming” , I continued my enquiry and asked him when? He said:“tomorrow”. This was during my routine journey to work. The road which I take daily is in such worst condition since months, with so many pot holes and above that so many speed brakes, nobody would mind to take that road if there was an alternate, but in vain, you have to take the road in the hell of the traffic, for there is no substitute. That road was getting suddenly repaired, hundreds of working men and women and vehicles gathered to update the road with mud, sand and tar. I saw a smile in the faces of people passing by and one of them told me: “Chief Minister is coming tomorrow and he is passing by this road”. Oh! That was the reason.
The next day the whole atmosphere had changed in the town with big posters of the Chief Minister and other ministers and local leaders. Flex boards with photos hanging on every pillar welcoming the Chief Minister. The newspapers were full of news of the visit. I moved to the place where the CM would address the gathering, I found thousands of people gathered and waiting for the arrival. A few minutes passed by, a convoy of vehicles – Jeeps, Cars, SUVs, Police vans and two wheelers came with the sound of siren. At last he arrived; was the feeling of the mass.
The CM was taken to the dais with full security around him, so many people at the front, back and side of him. He sat and listened to the convocation song and welcome speech, after which he addressed the public. His speech was short and he committed tall claims about the growth of the state and the country. No sooner he finished, he was taken to his car with tight security, and the convoy drew back. The public dispersed with all sorts of talk. I observed and listened at close quarters. One of them was telling “I want to be Chief Minister”, and was explaining as to why he wanted to be one. Just see the importance given to the personality, if the CM is arriving the whole town has changed and is having a look of a fest. The road on which he passes for a few seconds is repaired and made brand new. Look at the security, he is not allowed to go close by anybody or rather opposite; no one can go near him. What’s in that? You just have to be in white Desi attire, talk loudly and answer to any question with full confidence to the public, the media or in the Vidhan Soudha. You may have said something yesterday and should have the capacity to twist the words and say a different thing today. He can sanction several projects worth hundreds of crores of rupees. Crores of rupees are at his disposal, god only knows how much he pockets. What we used to see in movies, hear from elders and from the books of being a King. Well! He is no different than a Maharaja!
I came home and kept on thinking what that citizen was telling. What he said was true; the boosting of one’s ego to its uttermost heights. Everybody in this world lives to strengthen, reinforce and boost his ego; given the chance to be the Chief Minister the greatest thirst is quenched. I reassured myself as to why in political circles and parties that they fight to become the Chief Minister; even at the cost of toppling the government. Leave aside Howmuchsoever he is busy or attacked by his own party members or the opposition; it quenches the EGO. Now who will not want to say: “I Want To Be Chief Minister”.