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Is India really against corruption?

Let me tell you this story in details. It’s not about Arvind Kejariwal or Manish Shisodiya. It is of Mango People. (Don’t mistake it again with some Robert). It is about me and i am not a resident of a Banana Republic. I live in India, our beloved Mother India, for whose sake many legendry figures have sacrificed and today’s generation is confused or made confuse to whom a real credit goes. Question is that our mother India is stained every now and then with the matters of crystal clear corruptions. This question has been much discussed and everyone has a different view? 

i had parked my bike far away in a gully and not in the so called NO PARKING zone. Still it was up-lifted by Traffic Jammers, oh my mistake, Traffic Controllers. Why my tongue slept h
ere you know? Coz i experience it daily on Vanjarpatti Naka in Bhiwandi, when there is no traffic police, traffic moves smoothly otherwise not.
Okay now come to the point. When i reached to Kalyan Naka traffic control office, there were two-three more sufferers like me. What i heard that the traffic police asked those youngsters to give just Rs. 200 or show vehicle’s documents. Of course they didn’t have it. They were happy to get their bike with that pittance of 200 hundred bucks. They didn’t mind it. Another political white clad black goggled man came to rescue his friend whose bike was also there. That white clad man just said to the traffic police who was in-charge—kay sahib! Aaplya mansachi gadi aahe… (why did you lift my friend’s bike? – in Marathi) He just showed police some card and the in-charge relived that particular bike. Certainly, an uncorrupt yet hesitant didn’t dare to ask that white clad man but objected it with in-charge. The in charge admonished me don’t ask about it. He showed me the Mayor’s Visiting Card. Don’t you know? We cant fine such people. Then i realized the real value of what does it mean by Mango People. i helplessly paid my fine took a receipt and went my way. 



What is this all? On one side there were youngsters, the pillars of the nation, they happily paid Rs.200 and didn’t mind the guilt. Even they felt relived, no shame. And ,on the other hand, there was defiant white clad who actually insulted the traffic rules but went high-headed unpaid, showing just an influential Visiting Card. (if the Mayor comes to know this that his name is misused to flaw the law, i doubt, if he or she repent on this)


Jai Hind!



ilesh.

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