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Remember when we were kids our favorite game was “Musical Chairs” and the winner was the one who sat on the chair.. for the winner the chair was the throne it was a fun game… as they say history repeats itself and that very game today has become a war where parties are fighting over the chair which will make them supreme leaders of the country irrespective of the consequences. It is a rat race where trampling over one another, throwing mud on each other, wrestling with each other …. friends turn to foes, foes become friends and in the chase of the chair it’s the public that has to face the consequences and are left behind wondering what happened.
The “Kursi” has become a symbol of valour, status, triumph and each and every party or individual wants to get the kursi by hook or crook. You don’t need to be educated, qualified , intelligent as long as you learn to become a good communicator, a melodramatic actor and a liar who can lie at the drop of a hat …you can be reassured the Kursi is all yours.
What makes this “Kursi” so important and sometimes unreachable and what role does this Kuris play in the minds of humans is a question many have asked repeatedly but the answer is still to be found. If you ask the Kursi what it feels being pushed and pulled like a game of tug of war, it will say hey, I am neither honoured nor flattered by the honour or dishonor given to me as I have seen many people rising up in my Kursi and many falling down in my Kursi, many have loved me and many have hated me and the fight over me is intoxicating and unparalled.
It is obvious that it me that brings along power, status, prestige and command and puts one on the high pedestal where one looks elite, polished and distinguished. Over the years I have seen personalities rise up and fall down just because the Kursi they loved and wanted has been taken away from them in a second and they haven fallen down as mere human beings.
Where has the glory and shine of the Kursis of famous actors and actresses of yesteryears gone, where have our anchors gone who once held high positions in their chairs and ruled the country with their high voltage coverage of national events with grace and poise.
The truth which we fail to see and understand us that once the position or Kursi is gone …everything is over… as the position they thought they held deludes them into believing that the show will go on forever and live in a state of continual denial.
Nobody would want to relinquish their throne and when the Kursi you have been occupying for years is snatched away before your eyes is something hard to digest and accept gracefully.
In the end I the humble but irresistible Kursi would like to say to all those who have occupied me, to those are occupying me and to the ones who are vying to occupy me … remember power comes to you because of me and not due to me.
The day you start thinking and believing that you are the King sitting on my throne governing the people you start weaving your own web of self-deceit, pride and ego, where no one else will get trapped in your web but you will surely be entrapped in your own web of delusions.
Your story of occupying the throne or Kursi is a short -lived story and I know its hard for you to digest the fact that when its over its over.
Remember that it is a game of Musical Chairs and one should not get too comfortable in it and start taking it for granted…
Power of a Chair or Kursi tends to bring with it several bad habits like “I am the boss” “I am Supreme” “I am always right” … Always remember “None is power was ever immortal”
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