Let’s not sugarcoat it: the Indian National Congress is not just at a crossroads—it’s teetering on the edge of political extinction, clutching the hem of its last dynast while the rest of the country marches firmly into the future. And as I observe the chaos from the sidelines, I can’t help but classify today’s Congressmen into two clear categories: the delusional and the disillusioned.
First, the delusionists—the Revanth Reddys of the world—who still dream that Rahul Gandhi will one day awaken from his Harvard-meets-Hamlet stupor and gallop back into power. Revanth is still clinging to that fantasy, publicly, shamelessly, even after Rahul’s resume of electoral disasters could now fill a volume thicker than the Constitution of India.
Then come the disillusioned—the Shashi Tharoors, the Manish Tiwarys, and the Salman Khurshids. They’ve been around long enough to smell decay, and wise enough to sense that their party has no intention of changing the rot. They’re not deluded, just marooned. Their speeches still carry weight, their intellect still earns respect, but in the Congress party, that’s precisely why they’re sidelined. Intelligence is now treated like dissent. Loyalty to the Gandhi family, not competence, is the only currency that counts.
And what do we say about the chronic loudmouths like Jairam Ramesh, Digvijaya Singh, and Mani Shankar Aiyar? These are men whose only consistent contribution to the Congress party is consistent self-destruction. Ramesh, in particular, seems to believe that if you say something moronic with enough pseudo-academic flair, it might pass for intellect. Sadly, it doesn’t. And Aiyar—well, the man who once sneered at Narendra Modi as a “chaiwala” is today sipping irrelevance by the gallon.
Their advice to Rahul Gandhi—who has the IQ of a Tumblr blog and the political instincts of a wind-up toy—isn’t just irresponsible; it’s criminal. They feed the poor lad a steady diet of outdated socialism, faux secularism, and colonial guilt, and then wonder why he keeps flunking elections like a third-year dropout.
Now, here’s the real comedy: as India was grappling with the horror of a terror attack in Pahalgam, where four Pakistan-trained terrorists brutally killed 26 Hindu pilgrims and even made one of the widows send a message to PM Modi—what did Congress do? Instead of standing with the nation, some of its leaders appeared more concerned with giving “moral cover fire” to Pakistan.
Yes, as Modi promised retribution from a rally stage in Bihar, declaring “Pakistan will pay,” the nation stood behind him, knowing well that this was not the same India of 2008. Modi wasn’t bluffing. In less than ten days, the Indian military executed Operation Sindoor—a mission as symbolic as it was surgical. Nine terror launchpads were obliterated. Jaish and Lashkar headquarters were reduced to rubble. Even Masood Azhar’s family tree took a hit, with nine relatives of the terror mastermind wiped out.
In return, Pakistan threw its usual tantrum. Retaliation came and went, but the Indian Air Force, not to be outdone, went after nine of Pakistan’s air bases, including one dangerously close to their nuclear facilities. And guess what happened next? Islamabad ran to Uncle Sam. And Uncle Sam, true to form, issued his standard “both sides should exercise restraint” statement while Trump flip-flopped between taking credit for ending the war and denying he ever got involved. Classic.
While this played out on the international stage, the Congress party continued its Olympic-level mental gymnastics. Official spokesmen like Pawan Khera and Jairam Ramesh seemed more interested in parroting Pakistani propaganda than supporting India’s armed forces. And Telangana’s Revanth Reddy? He was busy auditioning for the role of Imran Khan’s spin doctor.
Ironically, it was the same Modi government that outmaneuvered Congress at its own game by cherry-picking its brightest (and least loyal) leaders to represent India on the global stage. Tharoor, Khurshid, and Tiwary were chosen not because they’re Congressmen, but because they’re articulate, presentable, and—let’s be honest—still capable of intelligent thought. A rare commodity in their parent party.
Look at the finesse with which Tharoor’s delegation got Colombia to retract its earlier statement criticizing India’s strike. Or how Khurshid, a man once opposed to the abrogation of Article 370, now praises it abroad as a decisive move that brought Kashmir into the Indian mainstream. These leaders are not just towing the government line; they’re embracing it—because deep down, they know it’s right.
And how does Congress reward such leaders? With humiliation. Shashi Tharoor—perhaps the most intellectually gifted man in Parliament—was denied party leadership because the Gandhis were afraid of his independence. Instead, they appointed Mallikarjun Kharge, a man who, much like Dr. Manmohan Singh before him, excels at enduring insults in dignified silence. The video of Kharge being excluded from Priyanka Gandhi’s nomination papers filing ceremony in Wayanad, while Rahul and Sonia accompanied her like it was a family picnic, speaks louder than a thousand press conferences.
Make no mistake: men like Tharoor, Tiwary, and Khurshid are no longer speaking for Congress. They’re speaking despite it. And their nationalism is being rewarded with quiet sabotage by their own party, which now seems to regard any form of patriotism as an act of rebellion.
The irony is unbearable. Today, it is Narendra Modi who elevates the few capable Congress leaders while the Congress party itself continues to bury them under dynastic loyalty, sycophancy, and fossilized ideologies. If tomorrow these leaders are offered cabinet roles or ambassadorial assignments by the Modi government, it won’t just be a masterstroke—it’ll be the final nail in Congress’s already over-furnished coffin.
Frankly, the Congress party is beginning to resemble the Maoists—hollowed-out ideologues raging at a nation that has moved on without them. Just as the far-Left is losing ground, so is this intellectually bankrupt, emotionally stunted, dynast-obsessed “grand old party” that forgot how to grow up.
The only question that remains: will Rahul Gandhi lead them into the abyss himself, or will they finally find someone with enough spine to put an end to the farce?
Either way, the countdown has begun. And this time, there’s no UPA to form. Only an obituary to write.
