Busy Lines?  

The bumpy ride some academic degrees had, this summer, been giving the Indian national campaign against political pedigrees were predictably unsuccessful  in disturbing the pacific calm in the BJP’s wanna-be Himalayan Kingdom meditating on the distant prospect of seventy thousand crore worth of quality-assured security for both sides of the line separating reel life from its real counterfeit.  Since the celluloid world likes more cajoling than the Valley can afford, outdated terminology from the glamour pages is undoubtedly misplaced and misleading, but easily condoned and understood under colluding conditions heavily cast against the idea of earthly lives as anything other than transient illusions. Turned into an eternally gainful enterprise through a mind-boggling variety of expert opinion, the word is out that the bard of the east should not have shed tears for his nala-e-bebaak to rent the skies but used a clarion instead to have his prayers answered. In the days of unclogged communication channels, when callers rarely found the object of their desire busy on another line, or unavailable due to some previous engagement, or out of mind because of being out of sight, the response would have been quicker than instantaneous.

Many events on the public front are therefore a clear case of having been designed to bear out the efficacy of a high-pitched monologue conducted at all enclaves of high-level diplomacy, and perhaps also as a mass promotional exercise to counter propagandist arguments on the merits of pantomime. Propulsion, primarily a science for the material media, has thus been tested successfully once again in the void for lateral translation from obscurity into celebrity, if not from darkness to light.  Which may still be the case if the penny drops somewhere among dialogue wayfarers for whom the breaking news of the day ought to be a lesson on the benefits of sustained and concerted effort. If the diminishing species, with no issues related to degrees or pedigrees, has managed to save itself from extinction, it could probably be due to an aversion to making a spectacle of itself, not out of high-minded scruples but purely out of a realistic appraisal of the occupational hazards involved, and the by-now established fact that smooth buoyant rides depend mainly on sufficient ballast.  The region has never suffered from the lack thereof, or of willing hands to make up for deficiencies – wherever they appear.