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Why Bihar should not vote for Congress



As the election draws near, politicians get more candid and their indulgence in personal fights becoming graver. There are offerings, someone promising rice @ 2 Rs/kg, someone equality by removing computers and English and preserving poverty, someone will fight against terrorist how still remains a question, someone taking cover of pretty faces, promising to decrease the ugliness quotient of Indian Parliament. The festivity of largest democracy, nearing elections in its full color. For the people It’s the time to recall and undo the deeds, relished upon them by some of incompetent governments they had in the past.

I would avoid taking any names as I progress but intended people can be recognized and vividly imagined. At the centre of the story is INC India’s oldest political party. This party may have rightly served India but from my observation they are the ones responsible for destruction/demolition of Bihar. Couple of decades ago they gave a leader to the state which was selfish, myopic, loot, rouge and above all a Brahmin (Mind you Brahmins have become a derogatory term in Modern Indian Context). This leader was able to survive for while on the utter goodwill created by some great past Congress leaders. This period was ample to put the 2nd most populated and fertile Ganges plain to rout.

Next elections, People had no option but to vote for change resulted in anarchy, an era marked by casteism, illiteracy, poverty, diminishing infrastructure and corruption reaching crematoriums and grave yards (forget about judicial and policing systems). The time was ripe for majority of the Naxilites movement and it did happen. Almost a district of Jehanadbad male population was to be wiped out in communal fights and fight against governing bodies. The small central Bihar district was recognized in several European countries and the case remained in International Human Rights limelight.

Returning back to the INC, some time later Bihar had a chance to remove anarchy and endorse some sort of law and order. I was eagerly watching the proceedings then I got the news Congress and some Gandhi has saved the state government. Dreams shattered and now it will take some more time for the people to receive any respite from irresponsible governance. In last 20 years multiple instances are there which will ease my election decision for this time Voting; at least that i would not be voting for congress, for the shake of my beloved home state

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