comes a time in a wo/man's (inspired by s/he) life when s/he
has nothing to do. S/He then has to pass her/his time by indulging
in one of the few remaining free mortal luxuries -- thinking.
Usually nothing comes out of such deliberate thoughts and one
forgets all one's pensive feelings as soon as one gets busy
with some real-life work, assignment, tittle-tattle or backbiting,
or all of them. But it's a lot of fun -- the thinking, that
One of my
favourite time-pass thoughts is what would I do if ever I was
made a minister in a cabinet. Not that I fancy the prospect
of being fashioned by a carpenter (often elevated to the status
of architect of some city or mega project), or being holed up
in a cupboard reverberating with bitching. A damaging survey
has not been helpful either.
has been calculated by the MRI (Ministerial Research International)
that by the year 2020 there will be more urban wo/men above
the age of 50 who would have been a minister (full, half, quarter)
once in her/his lifetime or who knew one well enough to behave
like one than THOSE, i.e. the 'source of power', in other words
the lesser creatures, in plain Bangla 'manush', who
had not been.
one section of the population has protested saying they are
not 50 and at best they may succumb to the demand of being grouped
in the 40. We are talking here of years and not stones. Please
reminds me of the husband who invited his friends over to his
wife's 20th birthday bash. Impressed, the members of the pot-bellied
association queried of the husband how come he has such a young
wife. Said he apologetically, 'Actually it's the 20th anniversary
of her 30th birthday, but please don't tell her I told you'.
Not to be outdone by someone else's wife (own wife is another
matter), the guys went over to the lady and wished her profusely
and added: 'Bhabi! 20th birthday! You don't look it!' They meant
it. She also thought they meant it and responded with a coy
ignored the data that some unscrupulous men had been a minister
in more than one regime, primarily because of the change in
his taste of the chappal he liked to lick. It is a credit to
Womankind that you will not find a single woman (or married
for that matter), who has shifted from her political beliefs.
Not one! Their loyalty and integrity are beyond question, but
then again divorced men were ignored in that survey.
In one instance
the computer hung when it detected one mortal, who had licked
three different boots. If you go by the adage 'politics makes
strange bedfellows', these guys have been sleeping with strangers
their entire adult lives. That can be dangerous and contagious.
You know how the campaign is on these days about knowing who
your partner is, that it is better to have one partner, and
is now demand from the khod BNP Parliamentary Party
to truncate the huge cabinet. (Prothom Alo lead, 22 January
2004) There is now more than ever a sane demand for making our
ministers functional, accountable and worthy of the pataka
they fly. Most ministers are again discovering butterflies in
their stomach; for they only know too well the torment of being
even the police that guard their houses change their perspective.
When a minister, they guard his house to see that nobody gets
in; when not, they want to make sure that no one goes out.
would Yours Truly do if ever he was made a minister in a cabinet?
With the deadline nearing and my Editor's eyes curdling with
blood, I think I will do some more thinking and catch up with
you next week. That is, if by then I am not appointed one. For
then I will have no time or taste for mere mortals.