Whose fault ??

The debate was on its peak, and the topic, same 'corruption'. Two speakers on NDTV were debating, one in favor of Anna Hazare movement, and one against.

Rohit, a software engineer in a multinational company, was listening to this debate with a great interest. For some extent he also agreed with this movement. 

"From Politician to Traffic Police, everybody is involved in this bloody business" Rohit, from whom a traffic policeman took 500 as bribe, today only, said distressingly.

"You just keep quiet on this topic." Deepika, wife of Rohit said. In her college days, Deepika participated a lot in these movements, but after marriage, she too became a mute audience in front of the television.

“Why should I? After all I’m also an ideal citizen of India” Rohit asked with a bit anxiety.

“If you do not participate in building the system, you do not have rights to speak against the system.” Deepika replied.

“What do you mean?” Rohit slowed down the TV volume and asked. His full concentration was on his wife now, rather on TV.

“Ok... tell me, when last time you went for polling? Every election you skipped because of your office work or that your damn client calls.” Deepika explained.

“My single vote doesn’t affect the system” Rohit passed a witty remark.

The topic of debate on the television was now the topic of debate of Rohit and his wife.

“Haha… 55% people think the same as you. You know this time only 45% of the city people casted their votes.” Deepika said with a cunning smile.

Rohit didn’t bother to stretch the debate. He promised his wife to cast next time, turned off the TV and slept.

Next day Rohit was in great hurry. Deepika knew that he has a client call; a person from USA will decide his next course of action. Whenever there is a client call, Rohit goes out of his mind and the only thing he can think of, is his client.

“Hey… Can you wait for a while? Actually I have an appointment with the dentist. So just drop me on the route to your office.” Deepika asked his husband. Though Rohit was already getting late, but he didn’t argue and agreed. 

In the middle of the route, what they see, there is a traffic jam. Some Anna movement volunteers were protesting.

These freaky people, don’t they have time to do other stuff instead of troubling the public?” Impatient Rohit said in anger.

Deepika stayed quiet.

Some how he escaped from the jam but couldn’t from his bad luck. In anxiety, he forgot to wear seat belt and a traffic constable caught him.

As he was already getting late, he took a note of 500 and gave it to the constable to escape from the spar.

Deepika had no words to say. She was just watching through the glass and thinking.

“Who is responsible for this system, the foreigners, who think they can take any work out of puppet Indians or the Indians who give them peak priority, the traffic constables who take bribe or the ones’ who give them, the politicians or the people who vote them or the people who do not bother to vote any ?” 

With this dilemma, she reached where she was heading for.