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Hooliganism in democracy or Democracy of Hooliganism??!!



The assault on M.L.A. elect, Abu Azmi in the Maharashtra assembly by M.N.S. goons is another example of hooliganism taking democracy by the scruff of its neck and using it to wipe the floors. The entire episode is rigged to earn the maximum political mileage for all the protagonists. M.N.S. hooligans have been emboldened by their recent electoral success, which they see as the validation of their terrorist like politics. The fact that they have eaten into the vote bank of Shiv Sena, who had toned down its anti north Indian rhetoric a bit, is an indication that MNS has gained some level of mass support and backing. The fear is that this will not only lead to more divisive politics by MNS but also other parties like Shiv Sena (with pro- marathi agenda) will also join suit. This is a serious danger to the supposedly secular fabric of India. Today north Indians are being targeted in Bombay, tomorrow we might see other minorities, living as migrants in other states being targeted because MNS tactics have demonstrated that this regional divisiveness works. For 200 years, British ruled us with a divide and rule approach, today are own politicians are taking a leaf out of history's books and doing the same. The saddest part of the whole incident is that it was orchestrated by all the protagonists for deriving maximum political mileage. Abu Azmi, elected from a Samajwadi Party ticket, probably wanted to show the hindi speaking voters(his main vote bank) that he was not intimidated by the MNS goons and that he would take care of the hindi speaking population's interests in the same fearless manner. MNS goons, on the other hand wanted to show their voters that they had not lost their touch or become civilized just because they had been voted into the state assembly. The Constitution of India needs to be amended to allow political adversaries to hire 'Pehalwans' to slug it out in an akhara on their behalf to settle differences, without sullying the name and image of India and of democracy.

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