By Abul Kalam Azad,
"History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce" - Karl Marx
Trumpets blaring, announcing the ending of a prolonged beginning! Delirious youth holding cans vomiting white dust, like blood of a snowy dawn. Booze unleashed on streets strewn with garlands, like colourful scars on stony faces. A person, visibly shaken with elation, beams, as if in a trance, that the wheels of time have turned and the leaders can no longer betray the 'Hindu community'.