Kissa Kursi Ka

कुर्सी से लगाव….Is it just an infatuation OR Live and Die situation.

For the last almost four weeks an ugly black, street dog with hoards of tick flies has found a cosy nook in the premises of my house. Now this dog is so much in love with that bare floor , that no matter how many times I kick him, he comes back.

Don’t really know, how to comment on this affiliation. He is surely in love with his place, or say his kursi.

Infatuation with the seat or KURSI.

I feel that like the personal preferences for various things and commodities in life the seat or the place we want to sit, is also very personal.

I lost my father some five years ago. The prime chair at the Dining table still belongs to him. I still prefer to sit right opposite to that chair.

What is this?

The person is not there but the respect, the attitude still looms around and I feel happy to see that chair vacant rather than occupy it, as now I am the head of the house.

I see the ‘kissa kursi ka’, once again as the elections come close. Everything goes around the same four legged chair.

Kursi Ke Liye

From the period of known history, the one thing that has emerged is the fight and battle and blood shed again for the coveted throne or kursi ke liye

Millions and trillions are spent , just to hold a grip to the seat of monarchy or the supremo.

Is it a fight for ego fabrication or there is actually जज़्बा to accomplish something good for the mankind and humanity.

In the burgeoning heat of deceat and falsehood, the chivalry of serving has diluted to beyond recognition.

The tall claims, the false promises are all in the air. We are no fools to not to understand the flow of waters.

Please don’t tremble the faith and love of people once again under the four legs of the chair .

We want results.

We want to regard the chair with deep reverence.

We give you what you want, we expect you to do what we want.