Sunday morning got up at 8.30.
Since morning I have been stalking bloggers who are active on a sunday. Leaving comments on the blogs I love. Than suddenly decided to read the news paper, I normally read the sports page and my news paper is done…. But today is sunday so I spent a lil more time and ended up reading about Mayawati in Hindustan Times and got depressed. It seemed that all the people writing were bracing us, and more so themselves for her taking the PM ki ‘khursi. They seem to justify Mayawati as if Hum Sab Chor hai to if Mayawati becomes PM why the hooplah ??
This is what Dipankar Gupta, a professor in sociology at Jawaharlal Nehru university writes :
In A society where women depend on men, Mayawati is a self-made political climber. She defies other categorisations too. She is richer than many snots and studs, but she won’t play cocktail hostess. What hurts drawing room types is that they can not connect with her social ly. She is not their school friend or boardroom buddy .
Here is what Shobha De writes :
Nothing to do with ideology It’s not about .
Nor will pointing out the many charges against her. There are no saints in the line-up. Nobody minds.
But she could become the PM. Drown yourselves in Dom, guys.
While I agree that Mayawati makes us squirm and most of the reasons mentioned above may hold true if we be honest with ourselves. But than Mayawati winning a few seats or a state is one thing, that shows that there is a flaw in the system but she being the head of our nation probably means the whole system is totatlly rotten. She as PM, means she comes in contest with people like Dr. Manmohan Singh’s, Chidambaram’s, Mukherjee’s, Jaitley’s, Sonia’s.
No I am not suggesting that these people have never committed any sin’s in their lives. The point is not about the sins… like Shobha says, ” Hum Sab Chor Hai “. But I hope they are not trying to sell the fact that since hum sab chor hain means we have any one leading us.
As a head of our country wouldnt she need some, some and i mean a lil teeny weeny itsy bit of intelligence, level of education, vision and qualification. If Gowda’s were once accidentally PM’s does it justify Mayawait as the PM. Do we have to keep committing the same mistakes.
What I think is evident that most writers are actually bracing themselves to accepting her as the Prime Minister. Yes those hypocritical reasons are there and existing from which we all are running but they are not the only ones. Seems like all the writers are not telling the us the readers but telling themselves, that she becoming a PM is an imminent possibility and so accept, get ready.
If she built parks and built her statues in place of schools. People are giving excuses that others also didnt build schools, although they didnt build parks or their own statues.
If these are reasons to digest the bitter pill and accept Mayawati as our Prime Minister, I am sorry to say it but it sounds really cynical. Really.
And yet she’s full of brag ging rights. She has beaten them at their own games. But not by their rules.
It is not because she is Scheduled Caste or a woman that puts off the drawing room set. Prima donnas perform in their soirees, as do many from the Scheduled Castes. They look good and speak well, but most of all they are connected, or, the second best, eager to be connect ed. Mayawati could easily have walked into such par lours. But, so far, she has chosen not to. That is what rankles.
Mulayam Singh Yadav oper ates through Amar Singh, and Meira Kumar is classy on her own.
Lalu Yadav’s children went to boarding schools for an education, and he went to Wharton on a junket. They are all connected — first hand or second hand — to the so-called elite. If there are some who are not in touch yet, there is still time. If and when they become politically powerful, the doors will open. Their past will be forgotten, their table manners forgiven.
But they must want to belong.
Mayawati doesn’t, which explains her recoil effect. When others woo her they must go to her home. If a lunch is to be staged, she must be the host. Mamata can go to Jyotibabu, but Maya won’t go to Jaya.
She has never been to Wharton, but one day Wharton will come to her. If the Congress boasts three figures on its posters, the BSP carries only her image.
She erected statues of herself where there should be schools, made parks instead of houses, boasted, preened and aggrandised herself in a way that set new standards for political megalomaniacs. They all wish they could have done the same, but lack her gall. No wonder they hate her for it.
It is not what Mayawati has done, or not done, that is remarkable. It is just the scale on which she operates that is eye-popping.
But if after all this she had only condescended and said she wanted to belong, built connections with the select and showed deference to their cultural codes, she could do what she does and more, and be loved for it. Parties revolve around personages, and ideologies butter delusions.
But by being brazen about things that others do in the shade, she shines a mirror on their hypocrisy Pink may not go with stout heels, but she combines the two anyway She dresses like a woman but stamps on men like a man.
It is her ‘between’ status that is so confusing, even dangerous, to some. She is a behenji but without a husband, and not missing one either. She is a small town natural, but with big city dreams. She has enough English for a comeback, when you least expect it. Though most see Dalit in her, she fields Brahmans on her ticket. In 2007 she named the baddies one by one and won on law and order. But now, some of them such as Dhananjay Singh and D.P .Yadav are riding shotgun with her. She dodges protocol, but does not seem to care.
You see her without a manifesto, and then you see her with one.
What her supporters find attractive about her is precisely what the sitting elite hate. When Mayawati transgresses gender roles, caste stereotypes, and standards of propriety she endears herself to those who are looking for another kind of leader.
She is one of them, but smarter, better.
They live vicariously through her and she has room enough for that. She can provide more shade than a thousand flower pots.
When Mayawati trumped in 2007, the traditionally favoured class wanted to get on her good side. She had neutered the OBCs and mocked at caste-only reservations. This was the opening they were waiting for. But Mayawati looked away.
She had her own cronies, unshaven and vernacular, but who were happy with less.
She could do a Narendra Modi and become a drawing room pet. But she would rather cuddle pooches of her own.