On Inflation, Politics And Bangladeshis

The news says that we will soon have a 10 rupee coin. This is a sign of inflation – that 10 rupees has become small change. Just as 5 rupees already has. And the 25p, 10p, 5p, 3p, 2p and 1p coins have disappeared.

So don’t believe the government when they claim inflation is under control. They are themselves the cause of inflation. Pure gold and silver coins are the antidote. Hard money, sunnah money.

In the meantime, Chacha Manmohan, talking to the women’s press corps, said that he “needs 10 years to eradicate poverty.”

Lies!

Inflation is a tax on the poor.

The Congress, of course, has lost all face after the Tytler-Sajjan Kumar mess. This has seriously affected our electoral choices – and Amit Verma laments that the choice before the voter “totally sucks.”

There is no party worth voting for.

Young voters are also recommended Aristotle the Geek’s post today, where he concludes:

“Our political system requires politicians to promise that they will steal. Anyone who doesn’t do that won’t win.”

He offers a libertarian manifesto and shows how and why this won’t succeed at the polls.

I disagree. It is the task of “politics” to convey this manifesto to voters and convince them of the need to support it. In my long experience, with people from all walks of life throughout India, these ideas are easy to convey and usually receive whole-hearted support. We must not forget that in socialist India everyone is fucked – from the poor to the middle class to the rich. And everybody hates our The State.

That is why those atop Laputa-On-High do not want to allow a free market party into the electoral competition. They know they will lose hands down.

I conclude with some comments on Bangladeshi migrants I have met in Europe. In London, I checked out of my hotel in Piccadilly early in the morning, to take the tube to Heathrow, when I found I was short of cigarettes. The only vendor open at that hour was a hard-working Bangladeshi. We exchanged some words in Bengali. Immigrants are always the hardest working.

On another trip, I arrived in Frankfurt on a trans-continental bus. The bus arrived 15 minutes early and my uncle, who was supposed to meet me at the bus station, was 15 minutes late. When I inquired as to the circumstances of his late arrival he said, “I had to go to the masjid.”

This came as quite a shock to me, and I thought for a moment that perhaps my Hindu Brahmin uncle had changed his faith. Seeing the bewilderment on my face, he explained: The Bangladeshis of Frankfurt have built a small masjid inside of which is a shop that sells fish and vegetables imported fresh every day on Bangladesh Biman. He had just bought some ileesh-maach especially for me, he said. All the Hindus are now regular visitors at the masjid shop, and relations between Bengali Hindus and Bengali Muslims are hunky-dory! They are all busy exchanging Bengali books, magazines, music and movies amongst themselves!

In Europe, the close affinities between Punjabis from India and Punjabis from Pakistan mirrors the affinity between Bengali Hindus and Muslims.

This proves that the national boundaries are artificial and should be obliterated for all practical purposes.

Bangladeshis are a hard-working and enterprising people. Unlike the West Bengalis, a nation of clerks. And quite unlike the Assamese as well.

Note that Assamese politics aimed at ousting Bangaladeshis is quite a mirror of the Shiv Sena and Raj Thackeray’s MNS. And thus like the BJP idea too – that there are “outsiders” responsible for our woes.

This is the kind of politics the Congress has ushered into India, as the only “legitimate” competition, apart from the loony Left.

So Think!

Don’t vote.