About time we cheer the leaders we elect

The more a prostitute sells her service, more the customers she will attract & so the more her reputation will get tarnished. 

A politician has been elected by us, his job is to do pure politics - the more he does it, suffers the same fate. 

Think : Most of us are never worried about where our next meal will come from. And so we wonder of the strange ways of those poor - who have very little to eat & yet they expend so much of their energy on just praying.

Those in the business of selling spiritualism, tell us - that faith is a fact beyond the reach of proof or reasoning. They explain that the hapless would rather live on a prayer, than rob for a meal, even where law has no reach. 

They say : You see not the strength of the underprivileged. 

Or how about a cricketer?

In a limited over match, the cricketer must simultaneously keep an eye on both - the scoreboard on one side & on the other, a fast hurling ball bouncing off an uneven pitch either swinging or spinning. 

And he must still make runs, ouch.

We appreciate his difficulty. 

And so to reward him for his hardship, we arrange a few skimpily dressed damsels with flashy pompoms to cheer & display commercially rewarding endorsements pasted at the stadium perimeter, as a reminder of goodies that await the man-of-the-match for a job well done. 

Now, let's look at the politician.

Once voting is done, winner declared & swearing-in ceremony completed - we proclaim that we are exhausted after having exercised our democratic duty & instantly begin demanding the return gifts for the next five years from the elected politician.

Yes, we expect heavens from those who have formed the government. 

The politician too must work simultaneously, no less than a cricketer, on keeping the chemistry with the crowds alive by attempting to deliver a welfare state, while also being cognizant about the arithmetic in the parliament, failing which their best intentions can be derailed. 

They must make policies that, through the parliament be passable, judicially tenable, culturally compatible, socially acceptable, technologically achievable, and financially feasible. 

To make matters worse, the leader of the country, no matter how powerful, is at the mercy of less powerful people in the administration.

So, while the media and public attention are at the top, the rats below get away, gnawing at the public's wellbeing. 

In fact, the elected government make the policies, but it is the least powerful guys at the bottom that matter, as they run the country's lifelines based on their interpretation of the policies. 

Collectively, these guys below work in a unionized monolithic block to form the inflexible, obstinate & powerful bureaucratic setup. They are the unelected staff members across the administrative hierarchy.

These uncommon clerical folks, as individuals, are the common man. 

But unlike the cricketer, whom the junta hails as demi-Gods, the politician must endure being called a full Devil. 

It should shock anybody with a robust sense of fairness, that a politician - stays away from home, works long hours under the fullest glare of media, performing under a rigid rule based system, with power pawned to the career bureaucrats,  popularity pawned to the public, and at merci of the opposition to cooperate even for projects of national importance ...& must still manage to do the job !

And for that, we lampoon the politician through cartoons in the dailies, making them the butt of our popular jokes, roast them in stand-up comedy circuits, and stereotype them as being at fault by default. 

In the end, Karma 101 strikes - we get what we deserve. 

The time to free our mind has arrived, let's begin by giving a free hand to those whom we ourselves have elected. 

For we see not the weakness of those in power !