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Beef, BJP and Football


One BJP minister beefs about his chief minister of the same party in Karnataka and goes to the extent of threatening to behead him if he ate beef “and play football with his severed head.”  We have so many beef-heads in the country who have bizarre notions about games and their tribe is increasing especially since the cow migrated from its usual habitats on the city streets to the new lullabies with which our present leaders are trying to put the whole nation to an intoxicated sleep.  The lullabies are, however, beginning to sound like beef-hearts – at least to some of us.

The BJP chief minister of Karnataka does not eat beef.  He was merely defending the people’s right to eat whatever they liked.  But the BJP does not believe in such magnanimity.  It is a party beefed up by religious and cultural ideologies.  Religion has its god-given truths which no beef-head can transmute into beef-hearts. 

A plain truth is that beef is no delicacy.  It is hard and extremely fibrous.  You need sturdy jaws to chew that stuff.  Its regular consumption demands frequent services of a dentist.  Those who have any better option will give up beef happily, I believe. 

The BJP doesn’t have to play soccer with beef-eaters’ heads if it can deliver the development it promised again and again from countless platforms.  Enable people to eat better food than beef and beef will disappear from the kitchen which doubles as the bedroom in the night.  But if the party is more interested in playing football with people’s heads, we the ordinary people of the country are quite helpless, I guess.


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    1. Laughter becomes not only the best medicine but also the most important one on times like this.

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  2. Beef, bitter and hatred..!
    We are experiencing the much awaited 'achhe din'....!

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    1. Very illuminating contrast between rhetoric and reality.

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  3. I loved the piece. Playing football with people's heads, sounds like Mogambo or Gogo - 'aakhein nikalkar gotiyaan khelunga'..hehe

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    1. Mogambos are multiplying rapidly. Now they will be after SRK for a day or two until they create another football or goti!

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  4. Sir, I am unable to find the link of "The Nomad Learns Morality" at the website named 'Onlinegatha.com'. Searched Flipkart too...
    Is the 'release date' delayed ?

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    1. Onlinegatha has congratulated me for the publication of the book. But I'm also trying to find it :)

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  5. That's so much beefs in the writing and the book image below strangely happens to end with a moral "The Nomad Learns Morality" ;) . And yes, Congrats on your new book friend :)

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    1. Thank you, Uma. Life is all about learning. I'm still learning...

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