The God Of Big Things

Arvind Kejriwal, notwithstanding all his public exposure, remains an enigma shrouded in mystery. For two decades he waged a lonely, solitary Citizens' Rights war. Won and gifted away the coveted Magsaysay award prize money. Stayed in slums for six months on his own volition. He then launched a crusade against big time corruption. Took on the mightiest, from the Government of India to Ambani, Gadkari and to Vadra. He stormed the fortress of 7, Race Course Road, guarded by the SPG, littering it with bits of coal, an apt metaphor for sleaze. Roping in Anna Hazare, he launched the India against Corruption Movement which captured the nation's imagination. The Messiah seemed to have finally arrived. His ten day fast cast a spell across the nation, held it in thrall. Millions supported him, as did the Media. Delhi, the epitome of power and pelf, was under siege. The entire entourage of the corrupt was mortally shaken. Afraid of a revolutionary guillotine lurking around their thick necks. Suddenly Destiny changed course. Arvind Kejriwal opted for electoral politics. A job, he had mocked, reviled, despised! Seemingly to take on the well entrenched Goliaths. Innocent, idealistic and naive supporters were left in shocked askance. Some felt used, some; deceived. The wrath and ire of the 'jilted' faithfuls was all too pervasive. The wily politicians, having enticed him to their den with taunts, let a sigh of relief. The halo of sanctity was finally profaned. What followed was a tumultuous affair with Street Politics, he swept Delhi with 95% of the seats, defeating Chief Minister Sheila Dixit, on the way to Stardom. A feat never witnessed before in India's electoral journey. Overwhelmed by sudden capitulation to Power he  seemingly went berserk, Iconoclasm was not too far behind. Rest is History. Arvind Kejriwal, once a God of Big Things, sank into a hubris of his own creation. A Revolution devoured by its most ardent proponent. Arwind Kejriwal will remain an eternal mystery. An enigma.