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These are excerpts of the first few pages from the secret diaries of a MNS Activist living in Boriwali, Bombay Mumbai, India Maharashtra.
The first page of my diary and I really pray that my comrades don’t get to know about it ever ! If they get to know that I am writing this in English and not in Marathi, they surely shall stuff me in a Bada Pav and eat me! However writing in English has its own advantages too, not many of the party members know how to read and write in this language after all, as they are mandated to be conversant only in Marathi !
Yesterday was a typically good day for all of us! We caught hold of ten UP ke Bhaiyas going together for their morning karma along the sea shore! We called them by our choicest Marathi word “Halkat” and gave them a good morning chase.
After that wonderful start to the day, my day got even better when I met Guruji in the afternoon! Guru Raj Thahakey was speaking in a public meeting of MNS workers. He gave everyone some cool tips to follow:
1. The two classifications of lifeforms on earth are not Humans and Animals, It is Marathi Manoos and Non Marathi ManHoos respectively.
2. The only terrorist attack which Mumbai has ever faced is from UP ke Bhaiyas
3. Though we are kings at Mahrashtra, Never go to UP, Bihar alone!
4. Stop using Railways, the Rail Minister is a “Bengali”.
5. If you don’t like a movie, just begin shouting that its against Marathi Manoos. You get a license to burn down posters and set fire to Cinema Halls by default.
Blah Blah Blah…
Evening was full of hustle bustle . Tip topping over people from all parts of the country, I reached back by home , completely exhausted after chasing UPites , participating meetings of Guruji and shouting provocative slogans against Non Marathi ManHooses. Came home and found that my grandfather met an accident coming back from the Bazaar. He almost got himself killed, but for the help of the crowd which gathered over there. Most of the crowd comprised of non-marathis and Its really strange that people forgot about caste and creed when they were helping my grandfather. Guruji Raj Thahakey’s wise words dont apply when it comes to humanity, but become seeds of wisdom at the time of elections. Else why would he win seats left, right and corner?
So it ends an eventful day . Bbye my Diary!!
“Democracy” or just “Power of the Crowd” ? If its the Power of the Crowd then why do we let ourselves be driven by the crowd at the first place? Why do sparks of Humanity as seen by the writer of the diary, get lost amongst flames of vandalism later?