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Indian Election: Tragedy, Violence, and Manufacturing Consent

Every election, either for the Centre or for the states, brings obnoxious and polluted environment of hatred, and unimaginable violence. Those days were never real to us what Gandhi or Mandela ever conceived about justice and righteousness and brought their pious believes into actions. They were far away from the ordinary pursuit what we're condiocondi in today's clock. In fact, the nature of the man is prone to power than reason. Though, both could not be considered as sworn enemies to each-others, however, a combination of duo is seldom visible in one entity. Power has a soothing attraction what reason has not for the mankind, though Gandhi, Buddha, and Mandela were rare exceptions to this 'state of nature', or to be specific, 'state of excluded inclusion' what we ordinary people are, not by birth, but of course, we are integrally attached to the historical discourse (Men's knowledge is shaped by language, tradition, and culture of a society in which one belongs to). The lust of power is attractive since Machiavellian age. Machiavelli advocated for the power instead of love. He says: "It is better to be feared than to be loved" (Machiavelli, The Prince).

Indian political leadership has perhaps went one step further; their quest for power is not only limited to self parochial interests, but also they play 'politics of vulnerability', i.e. once vulnerable always vulnerable. The vulnerability of the innocent citizens means excessive and exclusive dependence over the political institutions and the political parties. However, these institutions are loosing its credibilities day by day. We are accustomed to the present day violence; abuse, allegations, counter allegations. Strangely, the election mode in India is perpetual, though issue of governance is transient. Election after election citizens are encaved into false ideologies (less ideas but more rhetorics) what even the political parties do not subscribe in its true substance. Then why are we so conditioned between X v.Y debate? Are we too much dependent on politics to solve our all important issues? India is far bigger than Congress v. BJP v. Left narratives; should we waste our time in it? In Hegel's terminology every thesis has antithesis but India has hitherto not replaced its thesis, i.e. parochial politics by the broad vision of humanity. It is true that 'to be loved' is far more happier state than to be feared. It's love which has immense force to bind the whole mankind while power without wisdom is a strength of the fool, which inevitably yields disastrous consequences. Indian philosophy shows synthesis for the mankind, i.e. more you love to others you will become wiser, prosperous, and happier. It is the wisdom coupled with courage have the magnetic force what the mankind is lacking from  long-long time. Rise not through politics but by ethics; while former will give you temporal pleasures through arbitrary powers but the latter shall guide you towards the perpetual peace.

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