I am Rahul Gandhi

How easy it is to find fault in somebody! How much joy does it give us in passing on the blame to somebody else. In resting all our hopes and dreams on one person. Cursing the darkest devils when he doesn’t deliver and move on to find somebody else to lay our hopes on. We are always in search of a hero aren’t we?

Rahul Gandhi too was a hero once. The Gandhi scion once carried with him the hopes of a billion hearts. What happened after that is history. But in all this story there is one thing that truly fascinates me. What is Rahul Gandhi going to do next? Or let me phrase it a little better. What would I have done if I were in his shoes?

Taking up the responsibility for my parties greatest defeat, over-shadowed by a mighty prime-minister, the legacy of my fore-fathers heavy upon me, the dirt of UPA II stuck upon me, scarred, injured – what would I have done? What would I have done to show the world that I am a man of metal. To prove the nation that I have the strength to carry its hopes, that I have the guts to make sure that the dreams of a billion are met. To undo the damage of the past, resurrect the glory of my dynasty and make my own place in history.

And these questions are not just the product of imagination or fantasy. It is a test that I am preparing myself for. And I feel it is something we all must be prepared for. I feel that this generation represents the future and we must be ready to answer tough questions, face the most diabolic.

I must be ready to face the wrath of me predecessors and answer the questions of my successors. I must have the courage to bring about a change and ensure that the success passes on to the next generation. In the process I have to fight people, institutions, organizations and at times an entire nation.

It is time we all step into Mr. Gandhi’s shoes and take up the fight in our own hands. Scarred, injured, exhausted, humiliated and frustrated. For one reason or another, is that not how all of us feel. One way or another – are you not Rahul Gandhi?

Passing on your hopes to the leader, that was the work of an earlier generation. Meeting my dreams is my own responsibility, and I alone am answerable to that. I have a country to lead, a revolution to create, a world to change. My back is upright, my arms are strong and my feet are ready to run. My heart races the west wind.

These words aren’t empty. These promises are not short lived.

This post is just but smoke – announcing an imminent volcano.

I am just but a breeze – announcing the thunder storm.

Watch out folks…

Renaissance is coming…