Wednesday, September 07, 2005

HAIL EFFECTIVE COMMISSION- WHAT THE F***

Autocracy at its best, Bureaucracy at its minimal least. This is the egregious saga of the so-called Effective Commission, which was undoubtedly under spotlights for about a month now. Thanks to the elections, which have never gone right here in Utopia.

To begin with, the 24 hours squeezed in painfully so that the candidates could throw-up their brains and come up with a Manifesto, out-of-the-box yet “Feasible”. (A f****** report submission by a Bitsian professor, I guess gives us a weeks time…)
The EC somehow assumes superiority…..


Saturday: Comes “Auto-Ragging” where the candidates are meticulously lured onto stage, much like goats to slaughter, and are subject to Third-degree-
“What are you doing in this?” “Who are you to talk about that?” “But the constitution says otherwise!!” “We just asked you to answer in Yes or No!!”
The EC somehow assumes superiority…….


Sunday: Day after Sabbath, Day of Elections…A lazy Utopian manages to crawl to the CR (Common Rome) to cast his precious vote, only to learn how the EC had mysteriously postponed the same. Failure to give a reason-an act of cowardice…
Around midnight news spreads, melodrama among fellow candidates. Elections hereby scheduled for the next day.
The EC somehow assumes superiority….


Monday: The sky in Utopia is blood red, birds fail to chirp, water ceases to flow and as always the NET continues to remain slow. The Effective Commission somehow believes in this novae system of voting, After all “Slow and steady does win the race”.
The EC somehow assumes superiority here too……


Political pawns are seen all over the place, encouraging, forcing, threatening, coaxing, begging Utopians, “Cast thy vote, it remains your sole right”. But wait Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay’s “Parineeta” weeps across the street- a movie is being screened the same time. “Screw voting!” “Screw Elections!” “Anyways it wont make much of a difference!”…An excuse well given…..

A couple of hours hence:
Election results are out.
A bleeding friend before our eyes.
Extreme contempt is what sprouts in our hearts, for the kind of “Democratic”
service these stalwarts render. Something that follows is an immense sense of disrespect for the once strongest body of out times….For now it remains a withered old woman, counting beads and waiting for things to get better…waiting for her days to come to an end……

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