Politics of ‘padayatra’
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The drama of the BJP and Shiv Sena in MP and Maharashtra has kept the people of India glued to the television. Even animals are affected; they can’t differentiate between Star News and Animal Planet. My dog Laddoo, a labrador, keeps staring at the TV with a vacant look even when the TV is off.
Yesterday, a friend of mine came to see me. He was carrying an umbrella and when he entered the house, Laddoo thought that it was a stick so he snatched it and shredded it.
It upset me so much that I scolded Laddoo and asked him to get out of the house.
After my friend left, my wife came to me, “What did you do to Laddoo? He is outside and refuses to come in.” “Do you see this mess on the floor? He tore my friend’s umbrella; the poor fellow was shocked like Natwar Singh, left alone to fend for himself.”
“You should be little sensitive with Laddoo. How would he feel if you scold him before a stranger? Sometimes you treat him like dog. Now, go and bring him in,” she said, going into the kitchen. Like in all households, in my house, too, my wife has the final word. So according to her request, I went outside to bring my dog back.
I found him sitting outside the gate. “Why are you sitting alone here like Babulal?” He said: “I am not sitting here. I am on a dharna. And what do you mean by Babulal? Gaur or Marandi?” “What’s the difference? Anyway, come in and eat your lunch. You can continue with your dharna in the house.” “No, I won’t. You scolded me for a China-made cheap chhata? Moreover, you only asked me to get out so I am here.” He sulked and turned his face away.
“Whether it was Chinese or Japanese, you have no business tearing it. Now, come inside the house.” “I am not coming in,” he firmly said.
“And even your seven-year-old son knows that Japanese don’t make chhatas. They make cars, cameras and computers.”
Laddoo will never miss an opportunity to show that he comes from an educated bloodline. “Please leave this bhashan aside and come inside. We can address your grievance over a cup of tea and dog-biscuits.” “Not unless you tender an unconditional apology for mistreating me and not giving me my rightful position in your household,” he said.
I was aghast, “Who is brainwashing you? Are you talking with Govindacharya and Sharad Pawar? Now, quietly come inside and don’t create a drama here. People are watching us.” “They are not just people. They are my supporters. One bark and they would start shouting slogans.” Laddoo stood up and stretched his body. “The one in white cap is from Congress, the one chewing paan is from RJD and the one wearing a lungi is from AIADMK. They are here to accept me into their parties in case you don’t accept my demands.”
Sometimes dogs can get on your nerves, without actually biting you. I sarcastically asked, “And which party you will join? AIADMK?” “No, I can’t. I do not know Tamil, also I do not know the full name of the party. I will consider all the offers and then decide.”
“Laddoo, we all need you. Without you the Kumars’ residence will not be the same. Can’t we just forgive and forget?” I asked. “You can forget that I will ever forgive you. I am not Advani. Mera faasla atal hai.” “Don’t try to speak Hindi if you can’t. It’s faisla and not faasla.” I reprimanded him; “You are making a non-issue into a national issue. If you want I will call Maneka Gandhi, you speak with her and lodge a complaint against me. But don’t politicise this trivial issue.”
“I have spoken with her. She said the Chinese use poor quality chemicals to dye the nylon used in their umbrellas and chewing it would affect the shine of my fur. Soon she will start a campaign asking for a ban on all Chinese umbrellas. But don’t sideline the topic. You will have to consider my demands.” He said.
“And what are your demands?” “I deserve to be the head of the Kumars’ residence. I have a better janadhar in your house than you have and they have voted me to sit in your chair.” “And who are your supporters, may I know?” It was hard to control my anger.
“You will see them soon when they come out and damage your car if my demands are not met.” “Laddoo, cut this rubbish and come inside now or else you will remain outside. I won’t let you in.” “I am already out and have come a long way.” He sighed, “I am going on a padayatra to mobilize support in the whole country. See, I already bought two pairs of Reebok shoes.”
“Why two pairs?” I asked. He almost killed me with his look. Laddoo continued, “You have unconstitutionally rebuked me and unceremoniously removed me from your house. I am the real Kumar. The public is with me.” Then he barked and all the people gathered on the footpath shouted, “Aage badho, Laddoo, hum tumhare saath hain.”
I realised that only dogs can win friends and influence people without actually reading a book. I was insulted right outside my own house so I said, “Laddoo, right now you are expelled from the Kumars’ residence and I am revoking your primary membership to this household.” “Very well, my supporters will physically reply to you within three days.” He said and took off his leather collar from his neck and put it on the ground.
“Laddoo, why are we fighting among ourselves and giving an opportunity to the opposition to laugh at us,” I tried to reason with him.
“No, my time in this household is over. I am going on my padayatra.” He said and started putting on his new Reebok shoes.
“Ok, it’s up to you.” I give up, “Go wherever you want but don’t go to Nagaland. The food culture might not be suitable for you.” “Thanks for your concern.” He said with a smirk on his face. “I will go to Ayodhya and Mumbai to meet with Uma Bharti and Raj Thackeray to see if three of us can form a new party.”
“Laddoo, like the people of this country, you, too, got it all wrong. Soon the VHP will intervene and Uma Bharti will return to the BJP. Raj will never disobey his uncle and chances are that he will become the Shiv Sena chief. I am worried that you will end up alone,” I said.
“If that happens, I will return to seek your forgiveness. Don’t throw away my collar,” added my former pet.