The republic of India

Today was the 65th Republic Day of India, a country which is supposedly a superpower in the making. One more anniversary in the vast and complex history of this country. Yet, a curious sense of fatigue and apprehension fills the minds of the ordinary people of India. Another round of elections are round the corner, yet we all can more or less anticipate the results.

There is no dearth of people willing to lead the country, but unfortunately no one we can completely place our trust in. With more flaws and blemishes than achievements in their record, our esteemed politicians flounder and blunder repeatedly. And the newbies aren't better either. Politicians must understand that mere gimmickry has has its day; now is the time for performance. The man on the street is more aware now, so parties have to stop using their age-old bags of tricks, namely the religion/caste/sect/class cards. People not only want firmness in dealing with problems, but also a clear-cut plan for growth. Personal integrity as well as a sense of purpose. Individual charisma as well as good leadership and team work.

Not one of the political wannabe leaders fits the bill. Where there is earnestness and enthusiasm, vision is lacking. Those who possess firmness of purpose are found wanting in integrity. And secular credentials are not accompanied by leadership qualities. And the task ahead is daunting, very daunting indeed. To channelize the vast potential of the giant called India, a leader must combine the charisma and leadership qualities of Nehru and Indira, the humility of Shastri, the political acumen of Desai and Vajpayee, the integrity of Singh, and the shrewdness of Jyoti Basu. Not an easy task at all.

But we live in hope. Will the real Indian leader please stand up?

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