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No place like India.....A cauldron of diversity

May the political climate thrive on those who wish to stand out, be controversial, blessed with only audible articulation.What I mean is to be loud to the extent of playing to the gallery.We are only a few months away from the next General Elections but those that seem to yak and wish to be noticed and no laurels to adorn their heads.I refuse to call achievements 'feathers' due to their innate property of being light.

In this cacophony do we hear a sane voice? People must learn not to be led astray by promises of politicians but look for some uniformity in presentation and at least a small percentage of credibility. Today the country's voters stand grossly divided by two major political parties .The smaller parties merely look like accessories whose nods look more like neurotic jerks.When will there be a change in the psyche of  a voter to seek a representative of the masses who will agree more and defy less.The term 'agree' does not mean compromise but to be in total loyalty towards a voter who pledges his honour, sweat, blood and experience.
There ought to be a measuring scale to evaluate the representative who should refrain from hollow promises, who should be accountable to his voters but also be able to deliver a sizeable percentage of his pre-poll assurances. All said and done, mutual respect between the representative and the voter where cash or kind will not ensure credibility.

To rule a nation, the candidate must read voter's mind and inclination. Coaxing and reaching out to the fickle voter will not help.May a unified voter rise above any parochial tendency and  vote according to his conscience.
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