Look Pal, the Bill sucks.

All this time, I have opted to concede to my naivety and to sit back and muse over the current Indian tamasha, for I only found myself between a rock and a hard place, in the context of the Anna Hazare movement. I still do not find myself taking a stance as far as the intricacies of the Jan Lokpal Bill are concerned; for a simple reason that I do not consider myself breastfed on such cerebral superiority, that I should dispute a topic of legal domains, outside the realms of my interest or expertise. And which is why, rather than committing myself to buffoonery and stepping out, crying "I am Anna", I have tried to keep mum.

And after reading this article published in The Hindu by one Prabhat Patnaik, I only intend to go on with my oral fast. Frankly, the eloquence with which this article has been put to words voices most of what I had inside me, in wordless sentences; which surfaced once in a while in the form of a deja vu, or a distant thought in the back of my mind. And now, having read this article, I do not think I could add anything to raise the bar of the national debate even a trifle.

So, without feeling any guilt of sorts, I'm going to continue staying out from the rains, and the out pour; for now I know, why as an Indian John Doe, or Mr. Sharma if you please, I should not support the Jan Lokpal Bill. Not to mention, I love India as much as you do.

Also refer to: I'd rather not be Anna by Arundhati Roy.