And we wanted him to speak up

For a very long we watched the mild mannered PM in anticipation, hoping for the moment when the barely heard PM will break his silence on issues of significance. Once he did speak on the matter of food grain rotting in government Godowns, when the courts x same out with scathing observation. Not with regret, or sorrow or remorse, but with righteous arrogance as he told the courts to stay off the turf of governance. Another time he spoke was to admonish his countrymen as schoolkids when they questioned his silence on cwg scam questioning their impatience in the face of massive corruption.
He rarely speaks but when he does, it is with such bad pretext and such hurtful connotation that it is hard to believe his mild manners are for real. every time the first attempt is to question the motive of those who question, then to mumble some thing incomprehensible and then exposed, hitting back arrogantly.The same pattern we see in the western funding he raised regarding NGO protesting nuclear plant.He says as he immediately sets off his police to explore, the same police which is never able to find truth in cash for vote in nuclear deal. Don't we see a cold calculative mind at work cleverly camouflaged in mild scholarly demeanour. Can we have no better future than to near it and bear only one person in the list of exempted people from security check on airports by name, who kind of threatened entering politics.Do that take us for idiots ready to suffer fools? Do we really want him to speak?

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जिस प्रकार वनस्पति घी डालडा होता है , जैसे प्रतिलिपि ज़ेरॉक्स होती है , मनीष श्रीवास्तव जी श्रीमान जी होते हैं। कम लोगों को पाठकों का इतना स्नेह प्राप्त होता है , जो उनके कृतित्व एवं लेखन से आगे निकल जाता है। इसका कारण उनके लेखन में सत्य का प्रतिबिम्ब परिलक्षित होना होता है जो पाठक ने उनके व्यक्तित्व में देखा सुना हो। लेखन मेरी दृष्टि में वह माध्यम होता है जिसके द्वारा अपने सत्य को वह कपोल कल्पना का आवरण पहना कर सार्वजनिक कर देता है और आत्मा को एक पिशाच के बोझ से मुक्त कर पाता है। कलम के माध्यम से लेखक वह कहने का साहस जुटा पाता है जिसे अन्यथा वह संभवतः न कह पाए।जब कोई कृति यह कर पाती है तो वह न केवल लेखक की आत्मा के पिशाच हटाती है वरन पाठक की आत्मा के धागों पर लगी गिरहें भी खोल देती है और उसके मानस को मुक्त कर देती है। इस दृष्टि से मनीष की यह पुस्तक " मैं मुन्ना हूँ " अपने दायित्व का पूर्णता से निर्वाह करती ...

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