Comrades,
I don’t know exactly where to start. Everything that I believed about the philosophy of our revolutionary party, has been shattered in the last few years by few new pin-up boys who emerged in the party in the last decade are so. I write this because I am frustrated at the factionalism that is so much conspicuous in our party and at the capitalist outlook that’s taking over the age old Leninist principles.Kindly excuse me for my English, because we communist are more inclined to Russian, Chinese or even Spanish. When the patriarch (he was secretary of the party and known in his 3 letter initials) was alive, people respected our party. He had showed the world that the communist could also embrace democracy. We lectured against democracy during the freedom struggle and when India became free, we surprised the world by wining democratically. The patriarch’s extraordinary intelligence benefitted the party in a great way. He was not always right, but after committing mistakes, years later he would accept his folly and explain it in a scientific, rational and logical way why the party had committed that particular mistake and that point of time it was ok to adopt the strategy and stuff. Our major enemy those days the national tricolor party, who claims themselves as the only party fought the freedom, had poppy cocks as leaders, that helped our patriarch a great deal in mesmerizing the people with his otherwise trashy theories. Now I’m afraid we have some people at the helm of the party, who are known for their arrogance and who encourages factionalism for their own benefit. They act as if they know everything and the party is identified by them. The pin-up boy who runs the party in the state is an important leader among those arrogant.
Ours is a revolutionary party. We marketed it to the downtrodden with the words like - monopolistic gentry, bourgeois, revolution, red salute, class-wars and stuff like that. The leaders were mostly learned and from upper castes. We led and asked the downtrodden to follow us. After all somebody should show the way. We caught hold of people who were deprived of a decent living because of their caste and creed. We painted them with red. We told them how to strike, we told them how despise the landlords and the rich, we told them how to shout slogans and we told them to revolt for the slightest of misbehavior from any one. We asked them to torch buses when we were out of power and we asked them to pelt stones at government buildings to voice our dissatisfaction. We asked them to form unions and sabotage businesses. We asked them demand wages without moving their asses. Now, a great chunk of those people have vanished except the hooligans who play union cards, more and more people got educated, a huge number of people are working in companies that we used to address as monopolistic gentries. People interested in shouting slogans and pelting stones are getting extinct because of more and more monopolistic gentries invading the markets and giving jobs to the people. We are loosing. How will we now encourage class-wars? To whom will we talk to about the revolution that happened in Cuba? To whom will we give goosebumps of the Bolshevik revolutions and uprising of the communist in China? Really, we are at cross roads. Neither the soft-spoken, convent educated poodles of the pin-up boy, at the center nor the pin-up boy himself cannot save the party. I’m not being pessimistic but that is the truth.
I am still a member in the Kerala state committee, but the tussle between the right and wrong in our party in our state at present is disturbing some of us, if not all of us. Who is right, who is wrong, who is bigger, who’s smarter, I guess, the common people know the fact. The drift between the old man, whom I am loyal to and the not so old, arrogant man or the pin-up boy I mentioned above, started in 2006 during the count down to the elections. The old man was a firebrand as the opposition leader, and people like me and the ordinary people of the state thought that he was obvious choice for the CM post after the elections that the tricolor party was to loose heavily. To the alarm of everyone that didn’t happen. The arrogant pin-up boy who hailed from one of the belligerent northern districts, (who always behaved like a capitalist) and his poodles at the centre had other ideas. They avoided our firebrand’s name from the list of people contesting the election. As that news came, I folded my fist and broke down the windowpane of the car of the pinup boy’s crony. I wasn’t satisfied at that, I gathered few people from our party who was loyal to our firebrand and urged them to retaliate to the injustice. We, twenty of us ( I was not there in person but was present as soul and energy) took a procession to the secretariat (where all the political hooliganism of Kerala take place on a daily basis) as late as 9.30 pm, shouted slogans against the arrogant capitalist pin-up boy of our party and burned his effigy. Uhh! I was relieved and heaved a sigh sipping a tea inside a veggie restaurant that stood opposite to secretariat. I was happy. The press walas also gave ample importance to it and telecasted the entire thing repeatedly, that includes our Christian Panorama TV who was trying hard to give the tricolor party (they were loyal to) the much needed break. The tricolor leaders too were happy that they thought the factionalism in us would break our party and they faintly smelled a turn around in the elections.
Next day the old man called me and said, casually,” athonnum vendayirinnu”, meaning- that all wasn’t required! Nevertheless, I bet our firebrand was extremely happy. After, all this showoff, if he had got a seat and if he had won, I was myself sure of a ministerial berth.
I’ll discuss the later developments in my next post.
Until then LAL SALAAM!!.
courtesy:chicagoboyz.net
Nice story.. Unless u reveal urself or provide some solid proof, this doesnt have any credibility. Looks like some Congress supporter posted this.
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