Then the boy jumped from a very high step, just as before, but this time the father stepped back and the boy fell flat on his face. As he picked himself up, bleeding and crying, the father said to him, “That will teach you: never trust a politician, even if it is your own father.”
I don’t trust politicians. Something is basically wrong in the being of a politician. A politician is suffering from a pathology, he suffers from an inferiority complex. Now this is a well-established fact that people who search for power are the people who suffer from an inferiority complex. And the people who suffer from an inferiority complex, once they are in power, are bound to prove dangerous to the people.
Morarji Desai has been suffering from an inferiority complex his whole life. His whole life has been devoted to a single aim – to become the prime minister of this country. And now he has become the prime minister. And these past twenty months have proved that you cannot find a more incompetent man than him. These twenty months have proved that he has attained his goal and now he does not know what to do with it.
The politician is skillful in coming to power, but then what to do with that power? He has been after it his whole life; that was his only desire. Now it is fulfilled. He is spent. Now he does not know what to do, except to cling to the chair.
He is clinging hard. And the country is going down and down every day – becoming poorer and poorer, becoming more and more chaotic, becoming more and more violent, destructive. People are butchered, killed, murdered, their properties destroyed, whole villages burnt, women are being raped. There is no order, no law.
And Morarji Desai is only interested in one thing: how to go on remaining in power. This is a very, very retarded mind. If a young person is interested in power, he can be forgiven. But at the age of eighty-three or eighty-four, if one is interested in power, he cannot be forgiven.
Bertha was so concerned about her son that she sought advice from a family psychologist and counselor.
“Sir,” she said desperately, “I am worried about my son. He has strange ways of amusing himself.”
The psychologist took out his pad. “Go on.”
“First of all,” she continued, “he plays with boats when he takes a bath.”
“That’s not so unusual,” said the psychologist, smiling. “Years ago, as a boy, I used to have a fleet of boats in the bathtub. I would play admiral and sink all the ships.”
“He also pulls wings off flies.”
“Perfectly normal – he’s just releasing some hostility.”
“He skates on roller skates from room to room in the house so he can get to the dinner table more quickly.”