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The front page of today’s [22 Feb 2014] Malayala Manorama (a newspaper with 20 million readers) reports that Narendra Modi has made a contract with the Marxist Party [CPI(M)] in Kerala. 

The Marxists in Kerala turned capitalists long ago when Pinarayi Vijayan took over the Party.  V S Achuthandan (with his foot in the grave) questioned the capitalist tendencies of the Party, the result being that he was bullied by those who control the economy.

Marxists are turning capitalists all over the world.  Let’s forgive Achuthandan for growing old and yet not retiring.  Idealists don’t retire, unfortunately .

Modis flourish.   And gather followers. 

Achuthandan was invited to join AAP [Aam Aami Party].  By none other than Arvind Kejriwal himself.  But how can a senior join a junior party?  Ego problem. 

What really bothers me is the report that Mr Modi offered to pay money for buying up votes in Kerala.  The newspaper says that  Modi offered to pay any amount for winning the Thiruvananthapuram seat as well as the neighbouring Attingal one.  Given Modi’s Chanakya tantra, the report cannot be false.  Given Malayala Manorama’s credentials, the report cannot be false. 

So, what does democracy in Modi Raj amount to?  Buying votes?  Worse, fascism?

Any Gujarati trader (chai wallah, I can’t rise to Mani Shankar Aiyar’s status in this regard) can come and buy votes in Kerala?  Has Kerala degraded itself to this extent?  Has Marxism in Kerala degraded to this extent?  These are some questions that will haunt my sleep tonight. 

Thankfully, Modi won’t haunt my sleep.  He has no ideology.  He can keep buying and selling things, as far as I’m concerned.  I only hope he won’t mastermind another mass killing in some place (Rama forbid, in my village where nobody knows about Rama – they worship Krishna, you see) in India for the sake of votes.


Comments

  1. Don't you think you are going a boot over board with this modi fascism thing. I am a supporter of modi i like what he did with gujarat. You don't have to put a ton of degrading facts about Gujarat to prove me wrong. I don't think India is Germany nor that modi has it in him to be another Hitler. But i had enough of Congress and i don't trust aap for the simple fact that kejriwal in my protective turned out to another political opportunist. I supported anna hazare not kejriwal. And i do agree with Marxists turning to be capitalist. But a term of modi will do good for the country. The last time bjp ruled was good for India. They had strong leadership. They did pokran remember not that i support nuclear warfare but it does take strong willpower to do it. Now that China and pakistan are pestering us a surviving central lateral leadership will only be good.

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    1. Rupert, just one question: What's your real name? Who are you?

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  2. It seems that you are so against Modi.

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    1. I am, Namrata, and I don't hide that opposition behind any mask. Modi supporters wear masks, Modi's own face :)

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    2. So, whom do you think isn't wearing a mask? What do you think would be a better party to form Govt in India?

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    3. Anybody would be a better option than Modi, as far as I'm concerned. The others may be corrupt, inefficient... call them whatever you wish. But they are human!

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  3. At present , India has numerous parties but no true leader..

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    1. That's precisely the tragedy, Maniparna. I think god has refused to incarnate anymore. What has happened to 'Sambhavmi yuge yuge', I wonder.

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  4. Sir, i dont understand why r u so against Modi?

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    1. Anyone who disowns a section of his country is a traitor, dear friend. Such a person is more dangerous to the nation than terrorists.

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  5. I have never felt comfortable about Modi. But AAP gives me jitters. I find actions of AAP as demonstrative of intellectual dishonesty in every decision that they have taken so far.

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    1. Aditi, do intellectual honesty and politics coexist? Anyway, I don't think I can accuse AAP of intellectual dishonesty for the sake of supporting other parties which behave like street hooligans and rowdies...

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  6. politics has never been about choosing between right and wrong .. it has always been a case of choosing between different shades of grey i guess especially in india.. and right now there is no shades only black !

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  7. Don't you think you are over-reacting when it comes to Modi? :D Don't believe everything you read in newspaper unless you can actually have a look at the proof :) Media are famous for misinterpreting things :)

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