In Due Season

In Due Season Kapurusa THIS hour belongs to the people, Bear with them; there are few occasions in their life which call for celebration. Allow them this sparse moment for a brief gush of contentment. They did it on their own, they did it with their votes, This multitude in rags and tatters, who, determination writ large on their faces, matehed to the polls, represent the nation's dispossessed; for once, their incensed ego decided to hit back. Over the long haul, this verdict may not mean much. Those who would come to power during this week do not by and large reflect a different configuration of class forces from the set who have been summarily ejected. The daily battle of existence will therefore continue; the economic laws will remain what they always have been, The poor and the dispossessed will have to learn, through the hard way, that there is no surrogate to the solidarity oi class. That Marxian cliche