Some Resistance At Last

Every time the saffron brigade spewed venom the "aam junta" hid for cover.
One hoped things would settle down after the "General Elections" but that was not to be.
The Assembly elections too came and went. But the still a minority group of lumpen elements who had been trounced in both formats of the elections continued to hold the country to ransom hoisting flags all over the city as if there was a siege.
Who won the elections was hard tell by the look the city wore.
By not being in the government, if one could wield so much power then why contest elections at all?
Nobody was being spared - Sachin Tendulkar, Mukesh Ambani, Shahrukh Khan and man on the streets - all were mercilessly targeted and humiliated.
Daily the "Saamna" the mouthpiece of the Sena spewed venom.
It was getting clearer as time went by that these were the urban maoists.
They were getting troublesome beyond tolerance levels.
Strategically maintained silence by the government helped some cause. But what is the point winning elections when you cannot behave like a king. The people elect the government because they seek justice and security. The government in power seems to have everything else but power. Perhaps that is the only item they chose to trade off with the saffron party.
The urban elite did not even know where to seek cover and protection. The lumpen thugs seemed to have a greater control over the police than the king's men. The poor and lonely were being incited and brainwashed. The cancer of the Urban Taliban was spreading.
Finally it took a young and important man in Delhi to show that one has to stand up and be counted. It was pointless raising a hue and cry against racism Down Under when one's own home is infested by the racism bug. Some cleaning up had to be done and what better than doing one's own cleaning. Ignoring the numerous routine warnings being unleashed, he stepped into the city under full protection but broke the protective cover that was designed for his safety and instead went about mingling with the teeming denizens in a city local. Hen went where the tiger resided. But there was no roar. The tiger perhaps was old and feeling weak. The cub was silent - But they had their pen's ready to write select abuses for the next day's headlines.