Wooing the minorities

In Bangladesh, politics is still far from stable. Both the voters and the major political parties need orientation. Political egotism gets nasty time and again. A party is not above the nation, but there is too much self-importance being pedaled around. This mania is being circulated in a closed channel, otherwise known as a vicious circle. Is the society going to accept it? Too much time has been lost on lightening the burden of the yoke.

To many files around the nose. The gaze has to go up to widen the horizon. The other banks of the three mighty rivers flowing through Bangladesh cannot be seen. But the politicians are caught in petty actions. Parochialism is still clinging to the adornment of leadership. Waked truth is nothing to be ashamed of, but naked cheating and short-changing is the order of the day, through unethical practices in the public service sector.

In Dhaka, a sort of minority is also ruling, but the cadre has a different definition, the top minority of privileged class who are completely isolated from the masses. This communication and economic gap are huge, and it is widening year by year. Democracy has become an obstacle race for the handicapped, but the leaders opt for the marathon rather than 100m sprint.

This fascination for power and influence is hiding many vices. It won't go if covetousness is the yardstick for greatness. Throw away the milk, and keep the cream. The share market (of political trading) is sending the message: adulterated milk and tainted goods and services would do for the time being. Grab, and hoard, and hound the unprivileged. It is plain and simple exploitation at the national level. Democracy is a multi-faced trading currency for international and local use. It hides vices, not virtues.

Go through the proper channel. There is only one channel, without any option: bad politics. The society is suffering from unwanted environmental effect. Take it or leave it, is the message from feudal democracy'. The transition period always lingers, because the leaders in power wish to linger. None can enter the closed circle. Hungry masses watch the gladiators.

No several acronyms are appearing in the political arena. There is a fondness for symbolism in politics (like tattoos and totems). This stage is not passing away even after half a century of crawling by toddler democracy. When grown-ups behave like children, it is not artlessness.

The show must go on, is the stage slogan. Where does it go?