Is the father always right? Are parents always right? These two questions intrigue me, especially so when I found a person no less than a Chief Minister of the largest state in India being sacked for airing his differences with his father. Well, as per the Indian traditions and culture, the elders can say anything, and their word is final, more so in case of a father. I am not discussing the reasons and politics here folks as I don’t know UP politics. I am discussing the decision per se. Right or wrong that time will tell, but finishing off a career of a young, dynamic and upcoming politician, who is a Chief Minster at that, in broad daylight, amidst the public and media, in front of the whole nation, is in my view very shocking, very unfortunate, very sadistic, very regrettable, very cruel and a very nasty decision. A state which was coming to some shape under him now is headless. The political vultures have already started encircling above, waiting for the animal to fall. I can’t swallow it as of now. In case it brings prosperity to UP then it would be the best decision, if not the heaven help them.
I am today convinced that politics is purely a game of convenience. Alignments are made and broken for self and vested interests. Ideologies are put aside to get to the seat of power. Arm twisting is done to extract more mileage out of the party in power. Minority cards are played to appease and win such votes. Money flows like water, biryanis are made by the ton, liquor flows like rivers, just to get to that political seat. But here I find a father destroying a career of a leader who is so overshadowed by family more so by dad and uncle that he is shown the door for their convenience I feel. The modern point of view is not acceptable to the older generation. Fresh ideas are not understood by the old generation. Separation of the wheat from the chaff is not palatable to the father. The risk of accepting a spade as a spade is missing from Netaji’s vocabulary. The leadership or rather the domination of party politics by a young mind is not acceptable to the older lot, which has cost Akhilesh his job. A sad day indeed!
The next thing I want to discuss is the lessons which come out of this kind of politics. Will younger generations get motivated to join politics is my first question? Will dissent from the conventional ways of thinking attract so much of punishment? Will the enemies within the party leave me to do my job? Will the political rivals now respect me or care for my achievements? Will the state have continuity in its thought process of development? Are the oldies capable of achieving the goals which the youngsters have set? Can the oldies keep pace with the younger thought process? Will people accept me if I try and stand up on my own? Will I still have the same enthusiasm to work, after being sacked once, even if my father forgives me? Will I be able to forgive my father? Will I be able to trust my father as a head of the party? Will I be normal hereafter? Is dynastic politics got any relevance in today’s India? Will I be able to contribute positively from now on?
There is an old Doha of Rahim which says “Rahiman Dhaga Prem Ka, Matt Todo Chhitkai, Toote Se Phir Naa Jurre, Jurre Gaanth Padh Jaaye”. Rahim says “do not break a thread by snapping it off. Once broken, it would not remain the same. If you try joining both pieces again there would always be a knot”. I find it absolutely fitting in this scenario. Will there be business as usual amongst the father and son? Will there be business as usual between party members? What message is it conveying to the state, to the country and the world that the chief minister is at the mercy of a father or uncle? My way or the high way seems to be the flavour of the day. I can only say that this has been the most ridiculous move of 2016. Most immature, most childish, most uncouth, most unparliamentarily move this has been. I still say that I do not know and understand their state politics. I do not know what was brewing in their minds, and I do not know the reasons why this had to be done, but this much I know that such things should not be done. So what if you are the father, so what if you are the head of a party, so what if you are the founder of the same. So what you have more experience, you can’t shatter a man of a stature of a Chief Minister, even if in your wisdom you feel he was wrong.
I have yet to understand, is it the state first or politics first or family first or vested interests first, or is it the nation first. Can the nation be below partisan politics? Can a nation be made a mockery of in the whole world that a father, a party leader and head can simply sack a member who is the sitting Chief Minister of a state with the largest population, which sends the largest number of MPs to the parliament, which is going through a turmoil of the religious intolerance of kinds, which is concentrating on infrastructure and other developmental projects with an aim to outshine the other states. Will the father allow all systems put in place by the son to be questioned and modified as per his liking? I don’t know, but indeed I feel quite flabbergasted, that if in a moment the job of a Chief Minister can go, then all other appointments should be prepared to bite dust.
I don’t know why I have a liking for Akhilesh. Is it his politeness? Is it his maturity? Is it the tact with which he handles the media? Is it his thought process? Is it his vision? Is it his developmental work? Is it the love for his state and the country? I can’t say. But in my hearts of hearts I have a soft corner for him, as I find a kind of youthfulness in him, the gentlemanliness in him, the ethos of traditions he upholds in terms of never uttering a word against his uncles or father. I don’t care for a father, who took such a decision to sack his own son for a few differences. I would say the intolerance of the father, or the inflexibility of his took the toll to sacrifice this young man to be made a matter of talking shop across the media. This has become a typical case of divide and rule. The harbingers of chaos are waiting at the gates to pounce on every opportunity they get. I hope they don’t succeed.
I can vouch for my relation with my father, if he had raised me to this level; he would rather die before pulling the rug from under my chair. May be all fathers are not the same. Let me usher this New Year by dedicating this article to my father who held my hand, taught me to write, pushed me to study, made me an Army man, and today rests in peace. Thank you dad, I know you would have never done such a thing. Will Mulayam be “mulayam” on his son? I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
© Noel Ellis