Pondicherry: To whom it should be of concern:

Yes, that’s you; and you on the other side of the aisle. All of you. This should be of concern to all of you.

You thought my job was done after voting. Wrong. I am not sitting quiet while you do things you have always been doing. Which is basically “doing nothing” and “not letting others do anything” either.

Enough of this.

Aren’t you tired of squabbling over non-issues? Why can’t you be constructive? Why blow up things that would naturally subside because of their larger utter redundancy?

Why persist with your grandstanding on “votebank” issues? You don’t care about them. You shout that “democracy is under threat” and “secularism is dead” because shouting is all you are capable of.

Don’t you realize the more you shout slogans, the more it gets reported by the media? Why give them fodder? You know they have to fill their pages and screens with such stuff, truthful or otherwise. A celebrity wearing a low-cut gown on TV is as newsworthy as your slogan “sanskriti bachao”.

Yes, I am talking to you too. Stop pretending you alone are concerned about protecting and preserving culture. You don’t help speaking of things you don’t understand. You hurt voters who trusted you to change things. Don’t insult their intelligence. Do not provoke controversies on issues needing thoughtful handling. Do not make casual and insensitive remarks because you have power and the command of the microphone. Both are given to you by people like me for a limited period with the hope you will usefully employ them. Do right by us.

Yes, I am talking to all of you. You and your fellow loudmouths, saffron, red, green, pink, black, will soon become redundant should you not act right. Those you may consider gullible will penetrate your devices. There are already signs of awakening. You may not care or even know of these awakenings blanked out by your favourite media houses. No money is made on reporting awakenings; they don’t spurt ratings. But they are as real and consequential and vengeful as anything that walks on two legs and thinks.

Public memory is short, I hear. Nobody remembers an hour later the colour or the designer’s name of the low-cut gown that the “newsworthy” celebrity wore on the television show. No one will remember your slogans half an hour hence. But people won’t forget that the youth of their town must leave for the big city because there are no jobs at home. Nor shall they be oblivious to the darkness of villages and connecting roads though rural electrification got municipal approval two years ago. Parents will remember of their children’s schools without teachers while the village education officer has bought himself a second car; they will smart to grease the palms of the local goon to meet the councillor.

People may not forget the cab company you and your ilk decided to hold responsible for a recent atrocious crime; but they will remember even more that their elected leaders, regardless of political affiliations, were unable to create safe workplaces, schools and roads for women and children.

People may forget which curse word was spoken by who, but they will never forget the old truth that actions speak louder than words.

I suggest that you act than shout.

Get to work. You and you too. I don’t care which hue is your favourite ideology. Mine is the colour of my country.

A concerned citizen