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Jamshedpur, Jan 28: Readers, if any, should not be misled into believing that tall talk and sermons will be provided in these columns on the Constitution. In fact, beloved Jamshedpur was constituted in the form of a transition from the hamlet, Sakchi village to Jamshedpur in 1919 AD by a proclamation to the effect by the then Viceroy Lord Chelmsford while the Indian Constitution authored by Dr BR Ambedkar and his team came into official being in 1950, the 72nd Anniversary of which was celebrated the other day, on 26th January by the nation punctuated by the diarrhea of misdeeds by a misguided group of Kisans led by suspected terror outfits from across the border that splurged mayhem at the hallowed Red Fort in the capital. The rest is black history but, at least, it did not happen in Jamshedpur as the Kisans and others here love their country.
The point of discussion rather is on the Constipation of Jamshedpur declared and authored by certain unscrupulous citizens whose tribe, Satan bless, has continued to thrive and prosper.
It is difficult to gauge or fathom or unravel the mystery of what or who came first, prostitution or politics because it is not easy to seek who asked for the piece of extra meat and had it too. In any case, it hardly makes a difference as former US President, the revered yet occasionally controversial Harry Truman found out centuries later. He is on record as mentioning somewhere, “As a kid, I wanted to be a pianist in a whorehouse but later ended up as a politician. I found that there was hardly any difference between the two.”
Politics and the players have lurked in Jamshedpur much before 1919 AD. The indomitable tribe of politicians may be categorized into four segments: 1) Those who promise little but achieve more; 2) those who promise more but achieve little; 3) those who promise but do not achieve and 4) those who promise lots and achieve lots — for themselves and their cronies. Fortunately, the citizens have sent their representatives to the Assembly and Parliament and they have lived upto the reputations of the first three categories but there have been a few affable some who were part of the enterprising fourth system and who compounded the electorate’s woes. While there has been constipation in the cases of the first three lots, there has been a diarrhea in the fourth segment. But in spite of this bane or banes, Tata Steel and the district administrations have been able to maintain the uniqueness of beloved Jamshedpur as only they can.
Lingering in the political sewerage lines is bad for health and mental constitution and it is always a better option to emerge out of these odorous dungeons on to the bright, foul air and norm bending terrain of an otherwise celestial city. A self sufficient city in every respect, Jamshedpur is a model township well planned and well structured to give citizens the joys of living.
No doubt, visitors enjoy the sublime ambience of an industrial township sans pollution, streets dotted with shady trees and artwork that beautify what otherwise was considered junk and of course, the well maintained and healthy trademark of planning dexterity. But there are an emerging lot of mammals who threaten the very peace and benign atmosphere of Jamshedpur. Blokes poach power in a manner that is unabashed and set even the likes of Isaac Newton and Einstein scratching their heads in their graves for not having discovered the art of innovative powerpoaching.Then again, there is the brigade of children of unknown fathers who stick posters and scribble and paint on walls that none bothers to even glance at. JNAC and district teams take pain in removing these crazy deeds but then, the vile brigade dirties faster than the cleaners. This incurable diarrhea prevails.
But the pains and pangs do not end there. The young genre of human monsters zip and zigzag on their equally monstrous two wheeler killers through crowded city streets endangering the lives and limbs of the brave thorough-farers every moment on crowded streets and avenues.
These imbeciles, without masks and helmets take sadistic delight in scaring the daylights out of the more rational folks who have surprisingly more human traits. The mobikes cost a fortune and cutthroat financers are only too happy to bare their fangs and oblige hapless parents to purchase these vehicles for their ‘social threats’ only to rue the misdeed of providing wings to them. Accidents are being reported every day in which many people have been killed and several seriously wounded. In spite of traffic police acting tough and the district administration imposing all safety norms, this diarrhea has thus far been difficult to cork.
The administration recently realized that enough was enough and they put the curb on the causes of market crowding. Pavement vendors were provided alternate vending grounds at the Ambagan Maidan but they did not budge. People too seemed to care two hoots and the crowds continued. It is all very easy to say that do not patronize such vendors but the question is who will bell the cat? The administration and the police and the JNAC authorities are doing more than their bit to plug the corona venom from making its reappearance. But all the vaccines and all the good intents will not be sufficient to harness this diarrhea unless the cats and mice realized the fruits of good intents. In such cases of extreme folly bordering on insanity, constipation is strongly recommended.
