Millions of followers on social media, yet attendance remains painfully poor. Papa Cockroach slipped away mid-event, abandoning his supporters — left stunned and sweating under the scorching sun.
A small story to put things in perspective:
Back when Facebook was new, a man had over 2,000 followers who praised him daily. When he passed away, his family arranged seating for 1,500 people. Only 50 showed up.
Let’s be practical. Online likes and followers are cheap. Real support shows up when it matters.
@narendramodi Twelve Years and Counting: A Citizen’s Honest Reckoning
BJP’s Journey in Power
May 1996: Thirteen days. A minority government that barely drew breath before it was extinguished.
March 1998 – May 2004: Six years and two months. The Vajpayee era — statesman-like, steady, and cut tragically short by a single vote. History will record that margin as one of independent India’s most consequential and heartbreaking moments. A man of that stature, dethroned by arithmetic. The nation paid a price it is still calculating.
May 2014 – Present: Twelve years and counting. Three mandates. A thumping rejection of drift, dynasty, and decay.
The Inheritance
When BJP returned to power in 2014, it did not inherit a nation in good health. It inherited a decade of policy paralysis, a treasury marked by scandal, and institutions hollowed out by patronage. Sixty years of the previous dispensation had left a trail of institutional rot — Bihar, unfortunately, was often its most visible epicentre, though far from its only one.
No government walks into a clean house. This one walked into ruins and was expected to build a mansion. That they have built — imperfectly, but undeniably — deserves acknowledgement.
The first years were inevitably a stabilisation exercise: clearing debris, correcting the load-bearing pillars, and laying new foundations where the old ones had crumbled beyond repair. That work is thankless. It rarely makes headlines. But without it, nothing that followed would have stood.
Hiccups and Hard Truths
Every long tenure has its failures. Honest praise demands honest accounting.
Two hiccups stand out in recent memory — a sleeping aviation ministry that missed what it should have caught, and an education ministry that inherited an old infection but failed to cauterise it. The paper leak scandals are not new wounds; they are festering legacies of systemic rot that predates this government by decades. That much is true.
But truth cuts both ways. The Education Ministry had the authority, the opportunity, and the obligation to end this cycle. That it occurred not once but four times on their watch is not something to be defended — it is something to be answered for. Accountability cannot be selective. It must be equal, consistent, and without exception — regardless of which era or which party stands in the dock.
I am not here to play the blame game. But I am here to insist on the game of accountability — which is an entirely different, and far nobler, pursuit.
The Team That Delivered
In any twelve-year chapter, it is individuals who write the story.
India has been fortunate in its Foreign Minister — a rare mind who has restored this nation’s voice in global chambers and made it impossible to ignore. In its Finance Minister — who steadied the ship through a pandemic, a global inflationary storm, and the turbulence of deglobalisation, without once losing nerve. In its Road Transport Minister — who has quite literally redrawn the map of India in tarmac and steel. In its Railway Minister — who inherited a creaking colossus and is, mile by mile, modernising it. In its Defence Minister — a quiet, disciplined force; the kind of worker history notices only in retrospect.
And above all, in its Prime Minister.
A man who has been insulted, caricatured, and cursed with a venom that says more about his detractors than about him. He has absorbed it, ignored it, and kept moving — traveling the world, extending the hand of friendship and trade, planting India’s flag in rooms where it was once barely acknowledged. He has not governed for applause. He has governed for outcomes. That is a rarer quality than it appears.
The worms of cynical opposition can hurl whatever they wish from below. The view from the high ground remains unobstructed.
The Unfinished Business
Twelve years of good governance cannot be an alibi for protecting the indefensible.
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Tainted legislators, accused under-trials, individuals facing serious criminal charges — they have no place within the tent of a party that has staked its identity on clean governance. Not one second should be wasted in deliberating their removal. Hand them to justice. Let the law do its work. A rapist garlanded, a convict out on parole while the party watches in silence — that is not a political embarrassment. It is a moral failure. And moral failures, left unaddressed, become institutional ones.
The standard you walk past is the standard you accept. BJP cannot afford to walk past this one.
A Word to Citizens
Twelve years of the best governance this nation has seen in living memory is not a reason to relax. It is a reason to rise.
We, the people, carry our own obligation. Let us not trade our dignity for freebies. Let us not become the dependent, entitled subjects that populist politics is designed to manufacture. History has shown, across nations and centuries, that a people addicted to handouts will eventually mortgage their future for the comfort of today.
Remember those words — borrowed, yes, but eternally true: “Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country.”
India does not need more consumers of governance. It needs more contributors to the national project.
In Closing
Twelve years. Heartfelt congratulations to the Prime Minister, his Cabinet, and every individual in that team who has given their best — quietly, consistently, without always getting the credit they deserve.
The universe, as they say, is always listening. And it is always recording.
Keep doing the good work. India First is not a slogan. In the hands of this team, it has been a policy. Long may it remain so.
@chitraSD Honeymoon over in a few hours.
Papa Cockroach ran away, leaving his followers stunned, as they thought soon he will take out his nuclear-bamb from his backpack, carried all down to India from USA.
जंतर-मंतर पर धरना देने पहुंचे कॉकरोच जनता पार्टी के संस्थापक अभिजीत दिपके भीषण गर्मी के बीच करीब 3:15 बजे धरना स्थल छोड़कर चले गए. वे सुबह करीब 10:30 बजे धरना स्थल पर पहुंचे थे.
#AbhijeetDipke#CockroachJanataParty#CJPProtest#ABPNews
Honeymoon Over: Senior Cockroach Edition 😂
Expectations were sky-high! Everyone thought Senior Cockroach had a nuclear bamb hidden in his tiny backpack — something explosive enough to blow up right in the government’s face.
Instead? Bro took one look at the crowd, muttered “Arre yaar, family emergency!” and vanished faster than free chai at a political rally. One measly day (sorry, few hours) on the street and all the revolutionary steam evaporated into hollow outbursts and emotional blackmail — dragging his poor mother into the drama like a cheap soap opera shield.
The fellow cockroaches and onlookers just stood there, stunned.
“Bhai, we came for a revolution… you gave us a family drama episode?”
Punchline:
Moral of the story: Never trust a cockroach with a backpack. When the lights come on, they don’t sting — they scurry straight back to mummy, leaving everyone else holding the empty bag. 🪳💨
Come on, @Ram_Guha, this is a bit much. What experience did Barack Obama, a first-term Senator from Illinois, have in world affairs when he became President of the most powerful country on earth, while it was caught up in multiple global issues? For that matter, how much international exposure did the CM of Gujarat have to manage India’s International relationships? @RahulGandhi has led a national party for a dozen years. He has extensive contacts with leaders around the world and no shortage of advisers inside and outside his party. No President or PM handles crises alone; that’s why he heads a government! I think it’s time to put this overblown controversy to rest.
Honeymoon Over: Senior Cockroach Edition 😂
Expectations were sky-high! People thought Senior Cockroach had pulled a nuclear-level bamb out of his little backpack — something that would make the government’s face look like a Diwali cracker gone wrong.
Instead? Bro opened the bag, took one look at the crowd, and decided: “Arre yaar, family emergency!”
One measly day on the street (sorry, few hours max) and the revolutionary steam evaporated faster than free chai at a political rally. All that was left were some hollow outbursts and the political equivalent of “Beta, mummy ko phone kar do” — straight-up emotional blackmail using his mother as a shield.
The fellow cockroaches and onlookers just stood there, blinking.
“Bhai, we came for a revolution… you gave us a family drama episode?”
Collective thappad of disappointment delivered. The supporters have left the chat, blocked the number, and sworn never to return. Even the actual street dogs looked more committed.
Moral of the story: Never trust a cockroach with a backpack. They’ll scurry away the moment the lights get too bright. 🪳💨
Papa Cockroach abandoned his fellow cockroaches in the scorching heat and left.
The cockroaches were deeply disappointed by the unfair treatment. They had expected food packets as a basic duty of dharna. Leave aside proper lunch packets — even the promised pizzas were missing, fruits were left out, and not a single cup of water was offered.
Morale was rock bottom. Will they ever return to Jantar Mantar again?
In my opinion, no. It’s all over. With nothing to feed on, the cockroaches have moved on. They’ll find better scraps in the gutter.
@AmitLeliSlayer They are not coming back again.
Firstly their Papa Cockroach left in the middle and ran away.
Secondly he was expecting pizzas/snacks / lunch, tables to be laid.
Not even a cup of water awaited him. The minimum they could expect.
No dharna tomorrow.
In my humble opinion, tomorrow’s “massive protest” is gonna be a total no-show — or at best, a handful of disappointed cockroaches will scurry around looking lost.
These legends rolled up expecting a full five-star buffet: lunch, snacks, dry fruits, pizzas, the works. Instead? Not a single table was laid. Not one sad paper cup of water in sight. The pure heartbreak on their little faces when they realized the freebie party was cancelled… chef’s kiss. The cockroaches left thirstier than a camel in a desert, dragging their empty stomachs back home.
जंतर-मंतर पर धरना देने पहुंचे कॉकरोच जनता पार्टी के संस्थापक अभिजीत दिपके भीषण गर्मी के बीच करीब 3:15 बजे धरना स्थल छोड़कर चले गए. वे सुबह करीब 10:30 बजे धरना स्थल पर पहुंचे थे.
#AbhijeetDipke#CockroachJanataParty#CJPProtest#ABPNews
In my opinion no protest will take place tomorrow or very less number of Cockroaches will be present.
They expected lunch/ snacks/ dry fruits / pizzas etc, but the disappointment on their faces, even tables were also not laid. Cockroaches went thirsty without water bottles. The minimum one could expect.
Lunch, it turned out, had filed for an emergency leave of absence.
The Cockroaches arrived in full formation — hungry, confident, and thoroughly deluded — only to find the tables as empty as their expectations should have been. The silence was deafening, broken only by the synchronized symphony of growling stomachs auditioning for a role nobody had advertised. Disappointment didn’t just hang in the air; it pulled up a chair, ordered nothing, and fit right in.