Don’t Be the Donkey in the Jungle of Politics: Vote With Your Brain, Not Blindfolds

Once upon a timeless political jungle, a lion—self-declared king and eternally hungry—called his ever-cunning minister, the fox.

“I’m starving,” growled the lion.
“Get me something to eat, or I’ll eat you!”

The fox, master of manipulation and sweet lies, sniffed out a clueless donkey, grazing in peace and completely unaware of the political storm about to hit.

“Good news!” said the fox, faking excitement.
“The lion wants to make you the next king of this jungle. Your time has come. Come with me!”

The donkey, thrilled and flattered by the offer, followed the fox to the lion’s den.

But instead of a royal welcome, the lion pounced and bit off the donkey’s ears. Thankfully, the donkey escaped, wounded but alive.

Startled and angry, the donkey confronted the fox:

“You lied to me!”

The fox calmly replied with the confidence of a career politician:

“Oh no! That was just to prepare you for the crown. The ears had to go so the crown could sit properly. You’re destined for the throne, my friend.”

And somehow, the donkey believed him.

He went back again.

This time, the lion attacked again, tearing off the donkey’s tail. Once more, by sheer luck or divine pity, the donkey escaped again.

Bleeding and betrayed, the donkey went back to the fox, now half-eaten.

“You cheated me again!”

But the fox? He didn’t blink.

“Tails are for the commoners,” he said.
“You’re going to be king. A throne is no place for a tail. You’re getting closer, trust me.”

And—believe it or not—the donkey trusted him. Again.

The fox, as persuasive as a campaign poster in election season, said:

“This time, it’ll happen. Just go one more time.”

And so, the donkey returned. This time, the lion finished the job. No crown. No ceremony. No more donkey.

The lion turned to the fox and said:

“Skin it. Bring me its brain, lungs, heart, and liver.”

The fox did as asked—well, almost. He ate the brain himself and presented the rest.

“Where’s the brain?” asked the lion.

The fox smirked:

“It had no brain, Your Majesty.
If it did, would it come back again and again… even after losing its ears and tail?”

Sound like a fairy tale?

Oh no. It’s modern-day democracy, disguised as a jungle fable.

This isn’t just a story from the Panchatantra. It’s a brilliantly sarcastic warning—a thousand years ahead of its time—for voters today.

So dear citizens—across every state, every booth, every street corner:

When you cast your vote for an MP or MLA, ask yourself:

• Are you voting for a party, or a person?
• Are you being lured by legacy names—the betas and betis of lions past?
• Are you voting for speeches or for substance?
• Are you thinking with your head—or following the fox because he sounds convincing?

The truth is:

🧠 We need brains, not blindfolds.

🧑‍⚖️ We need leaders, not brand names.

💡 We need doers, not dynasties.

And no, they don’t all have to be from the same party.
If a group of capable, clean, visionary leaders emerge—each from different backgrounds, states, and ideologies—they can still form a coalition government of substance.

That’s unity in diversity. That’s real secularism. That’s India at its best.

Final Thought:

Don’t walk back into the lion’s den just because someone told you it’s “your time to shine.”
Don’t let a smooth-talking fox tell you it’s all “for your good.”
Don’t trade your ears, your tail, and eventually your life—for a lie dressed as leadership.

Vote smart. Vote for merit.
Because if the donkey had a brain, he would’ve stopped at the ears.

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