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Sarita Nair is a Symbol


Sarita Nair with Oommen Chandy
A long-term entertainment in Kerala
Sarita Nair is a symbol of the cancerous rot that has eaten into the Indian polity.  She has been levelling allegation after allegation against various political leaders, particularly of the ruling United Democratic Front, in Kerala.  The media would lap up the allegation, hold prime time discussions, call Sarita “a bomb,” and – nothing more.  Sarita became an entertainment for the watchers of Malayalam news channels.  Why does nothing happen to all the people against whom she levels serious charges?

Yesterday she went to the extent of accusing none other than the septuagenarian Chief Minister, Mr Oommen Chandy, whom she had not so long ago described as “a father figure,” of having sexually exploited her.  According to various allegations levelled as the opportunity suited her, she has slept with Mr Chandy’s son also as well as almost every important Congressman in Kerala and the Congressman’s cronies.      

Sarita is not a very credible person.  Most people in Kerala seem to think of her as an elevated prostitute, the kind of which has gained much respectability today, thanks to our socio-politico-religio system.  She shot into limelight when her attempts to become a successful entrepreneur in Kerala were met with too many political and bureaucratic obstacles.  Perhaps, the greatest obstacle was Sarita herself.  Whenever any VIP met her, he wanted to bed her.  And clothes apparently fell off her body at the very gaze of VIPs. 

Finally, having shared her body with almost anybody who counts as a somebody in Thiruvananthapuram and its important vicinities, Sarita demanded her rewards and recompenses.  Then they started pooh-poohing her.  They called her all sorts of names and offered her as a secret sleeping partner in the fantasies of the entire male populace of the state.  The TV channels were delighted to get a savoury and remunerative item.

However, far from being an innocent victim of a venal political system, Sarita is a shrewd woman who deserved to be as successful an entrepreneur as Vijay Mallya at least.  She has changed her statements umpteen times. She has called Mr Oommen Chandy her father-figure.  She kept Mr Chandy out of the list of her oglers and bedders.  Now, when the elections are round the corner, she has come with a serious charge against the same Mr Chandy.  How credible are her charges?

She has been spitting out similar charges against various VIPs of the UDF time and again.  Why has not even a single VIP taken her to the court for defamation?  How can she get away with such serious charges made against such powerful people?

Mr Oommen Chandy keeps saying that there are powerful lobbies supporting Sarita?  So what?  How does that disprove her allegations?  Even if she is making the allegations for political or vindictive reasons, don’t they deserve answers?  Don’t the people of Kerala deserve to know the truth?  Don’t the people deserve better leaders, leaders whom our sisters can approach without the fear of being stripped naked on the spot?  Leaders who will not cheat the people of crores and crores of rupees meant for the public welfare?

Sarita is a symbol of the common man today.  Yes, I use the word ‘man’ intentionally.  Like any ambitious person, Sarita wanted to be a successful entrepreneur.  Probably, she would have been one, without offering her body to every politician of the ruling party too.  She would have climbed the rungs of success if our politicians possessed fundamental honesty.  Forget honesty, if they possessed the basic sense of their duties and the citizens' rights.

The bar scandals brought up by Biju Ramesh earlier proved beyond doubt to the people of Kerala that quite many of their leaders were brazenly corrupt.  There is no doubt that the Congress party and its allies in Kerala will be routed in the imminent assembly elections.  But the question is: will a new government be any better? 



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  1. being ignorant of the facts it would not be prudent to make any comment, but if media had ignored her what have been her situation?

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    1. The media can (and should) go beyond and ensure ways of bringing social justice. Most often the media ends up sensationalising things. No follow up.

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  2. In politics,there are certain women who knew very well how to manipulate others with the stamp of womanhood.

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  3. They are above average woman of India.

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    1. Murthy ji,
      Nobel prize winning novelist and an eminent philosopher of 20th century, Jean-Paul Sartre, wrote in one of his books (drama or novel, I forget) that with a slit between their legs women can win the whole world. Sarita tried to do that. But men have grown more cunning than women, I guess.

      As I see it, don't trust anyone, especially those women who come with religious backing.

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  4. Didn't know abt this woman! There are all sorts of people in this world..

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    1. Why blame the woman, Roohi? Prostitution is the oldest profession in the world. But could it exist without men?

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  5. Many valid questions and thoughts to ponder in this post...

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    1. Sarita is a contemporary Helen of Troy bringing down an empire in Kerala.

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  6. Sarita Nair is a dirty prostitute as she does not have even the minimum policies followed by the common prostitutes. It is some media of Kerala that gave her undue coverage and made her a celebrity (actress) now.

    How can she say now that she was raped by a person three years ago about whom she made public statements last year that he was like her father.

    In the recent future we may even see her as an MLA of some political parties that are projecting her as a 'heroine'..!

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    1. I have no doubts about Sarita's characterlessness. But I think some of our politicians are no better than her. They used her for their benefits and dumped her just as they did to the Bar Owners Association. They accepted enormous bribes from the latter and then ditched them. What do we call such men?

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