Skip to main content

Modi Market



“Modi Bhagwan ka Jai Ho!” greeted the phone call.  It was my friend, Joseph.  I don’t know whether he said ka or ko or ki or ke or ku.  My knowledge of Hindi is as bad as his and my knowledge of vowel sounds is not as good as Prof Higgins’s. 

“Why are you so thrilled?” I asked.  “Excited about being sent to some gas chamber or something?  Freudian death wish!”

“Nahin, yaar.”  It was interesting to hear Hindi from someone who never spoke that language with me.  Some people are intractable survivors.  “I managed to sell all the stock I have been holding in my portfolio for over two years.  The moment Modi’s party won the elections the stocks simply sold out at a decent profit.”

“Jai Ho!  Hail Modi!”  I said in spite of myself.  “It means that now I can sell the little land I have in Kerala for some profit.”  Enthusiasm is contagious, as Rajneesh Baba said.

“You don’t have to sell it, yaar,” said Joseph with the enthusiasm that Goebbels had when the Second World War broke out.  “Modi Bhagwan will take it over for the Tatas or the Ambanis or even for Barrack Obama.  You know, Modi paid well for all the land he took over from the farmers in Gujarat when Tata Motors wanted to set up business there to manufacture cars that don’t sell.  I just found it out by Googling...”

I didn’t understand what Joseph was saying.  I remembered that the first name of Goebbels was Joseph and got stuck with that memory. 

That’s my problem.  I get stuck with history sometimes. 

“Hitch your wagon to the Modi star, you idiot,” Joseph continued.  “He is our Saviour, our Redeemer, our Rama, our Allah...”

“Our market, you mean?” I blurted out.


“Amen,” he said. 


Top post on IndiBlogger.in, the community of Indian Bloggers


Comments

  1. Watched the Modi speech tonight and there should be lot of development in coming days. But one time he said, 'there are lot of youtube videos, where kids and infants who don't even say mummy/papa properly, but they clearly said, 'Abki Baar Modi Sarkar' Fauz Taiyar ho rahi hai dosto, just imagine after 18 years when these kids will grow up what will be the situation' Gradually he will become a God some day !!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes, Jahid, he is an ego maniac and such people won't be contented until they are worshipped.

      Delete
  2. Often I prefer not to comment much on politics. Somehow my knowledge tends to become superficial because I have been self indulgent since childhood.

    This blog somewhere relates to that connection to inner self. Come what may! Whether it is Ram Rajya or Ravan Rajya, people always look for their own profits. It's true. But I'm also aware of many people who never tried to fish in the rippled waters. Probably democracy is still alive because of such people.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Right, M, democracy in India is still vibrant because of a tiny minority who understand the meaning of the concept. I asked a Marxist friend of mine yesterday in a telephone conversation whether 60 crore people in India were fools. "Yes," he said immediately, "the poll results show that." Well, there are some who are not fooled easily, I share your optimism.

      Delete
  3. He is an autocrat. I only dread that he will bring down everything and try to take up industrialization. What hurt me most is that people blindly follow him - they are either ignorant or think that Modi will only do the write thing - even if that means blindly killing the people in minority to revenge something that was untraceable. I dread it could become 'Man eats Man India'.
    Do check out my post
    In praise of NaMo - Narendra Modi.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks, Shine, for sharing this. India may become Germany of 1930s. And we deserve it, perhaps.

      Delete
    2. Why do you say so? I believe that India deserves to be a better democracy.

      Delete
  4. The bloodied days are not far away! There are reasons to fear Modi's autocratic rule. He is an autocrat. You are right Shine.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. M, there are documents that show that Modi is vindictive like proverbial snakes. He kills off his enemies.

      Delete
  5. Nice post Matheikal....read all d comments and ditto them ...bt one thing fr sure either u hate hm or love hm bt u cant ignore hm

    ReplyDelete
  6. Nice post Matheikal , , in fact read all d comments and I ditto them but one thing fr sure either u love hm or hate hm bt one cant ignore hm....

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. He can't be ignored because he's gonna determine our fate.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Adventures of Toto as a comic strip

  'The Adventures of Toto' is an amusing story by Ruskin Bond. It is prescribed as a lesson in CBSE's English course for class 9. Maggie asked her students to do a project on some of the lessons and Femi George's work is what I would like to present here. Femi converted the story into a beautiful comic strip. Her work will speak for itself and let me present it below.  Femi George Student of Carmel Public School, Vazhakulam, Kerala Similar post: The Little Girl

Florentino’s Many Loves

Florentino Ariza has had 622 serious relationships (combo pack with sex) apart from numerous fleeting liaisons before he is able to embrace the only woman whom he loved with all his heart and soul. And that embrace happens “after a long and troubled love affair” that lasted 51 years, 9 months, and 4 days. Florentino is in his late 70s when he is able to behold, and hold as well, the very body of his beloved Fermina, who is just a few years younger than him. She now stands before him with her wrinkled shoulders, sagged breasts, and flabby skin that is as pale and cold as a frog’s. It is the culmination of a long, very long, wait as far as Florentino is concerned, the end of his passionate quest for his holy grail. “I’ve remained a virgin for you,” he says. All those 622 and more women whose details filled the 25 diaries that he kept writing with meticulous devotion have now vanished into thin air. They mean nothing now that he has reached where he longed to reach all his life. The

Unromantic Men

Romance is a tenderness of the heart. That is disappearing even from the movies. Tenderness of heart is not a virtue anymore; it is a weakness. Who is an ideal man in today’s world? Shakespeare’s Romeo and Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay’s Devdas would be considered as fools in today’s world in which the wealthiest individuals appear on elite lists, ‘strong’ leaders are hailed as nationalist heroes, and success is equated with anything other than traditional virtues. The protagonist of Colleen McCullough’s 1977 novel, The Thorn Birds [which sold more than 33 million copies], is torn between his idealism and his natural weaknesses as a human being. Ralph de Bricassart is a young Catholic priest who is sent on a kind of punishment-appointment to a remote rural area of Australia where the Cleary family arrives from New Zealand in 1921 to take care of the enormous estate of Mary Carson who is Paddy Cleary’s own sister. Meggy Cleary is the only daughter of Paddy and Fiona who have eight so

Yesterday

With students of Carmel Margaret, are you grieving / Over Goldengrove unleaving…? It was one of my first days in the eleventh class of Carmel Public School in Kerala, the last school of my teaching career. One girl, whose name was not Margaret, was in the class looking extremely melancholy. I had noticed her for a few days. I didn’t know how to put the matter over to her. I had already told the students that a smiling face was a rule in the English class. Since Margaret didn’t comply, I chose to drag Hopkins in. I replaced the name of Margaret with the girl’s actual name, however, when I quoted the lines. Margaret is a little girl in the Hopkins poem. Looking at autumn’s falling leaves, Margaret is saddened by the fact of life’s inevitable degeneration. The leaves have to turn yellow and eventually fall. And decay. The poet tells her that she has no choice but accept certain inevitabilities of life. Sorrow is our legacy, Margaret , I said to Margaret’s alter ego in my class. Let

Octlantis

I was reading an essay on octopuses when friend John walked in. When he is bored of his usual activities – babysitting and gardening – he would come over. Politics was the favourite concern of our conversations. We discussed politics so earnestly that any observer might think that we were running the world through the politicians quite like the gods running it through their devotees. “Octopuses are quite queer creatures,” I said. The essay I was reading had got all my attention. Moreover, I was getting bored of politics which is irredeemable anyway. “They have too many brains and a lot of hearts.” “That’s queer indeed,” John agreed. “Each arm has a mind of its own. Two-thirds of an octopus’s neurons are found in their arms. The arms can taste, touch, feel and act on their own without any input from the brain.” “They are quite like our politicians,” John observed. Everything is linked to politics in John’s mind. I was impressed with his analogy, however. “Perhaps, you’re r