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Celebrities and me


If I am asked to invite some “celebrities” to a dinner at my dining table, who would those “celebrities” be?

At the outset, let me clarify that this is a purely hypothetical and fictitious approach to the latest theme proposed by Indispire.  

The first three names that come to my mind are Arnab Goswami, Narendra Modi and Gurinder Singh Dhillon.  The last may need an introduction.  Mr Dhillon is the godman who controls quite a few empires led by a cult named Radha Soami Satsang Beas.  He is arguably the richest Indian if the wealth possessed by his cult in India alone (let alone those abroad) is reckoned.  He is worshipped as a god by a few million people in the country though he shies away from publicity of the sort I am giving him free of charge.  He is a celebrity though the Indian media has not discovered him yet except in a rare report like this.

Mr Modi with his political acumen and Mr Dhillon with his godman skills can work out some divine miracles or at least some human strategies for solving India’s myriad problems including Pakistan and China. We have come a long way from Swatch Bharat and Black Money Back.  Now the focus is on the potential Third World War being concocted at the Indo-Pak borders.  I would love to know what the godman who owns the largest area of land in the country has to say about this war for territory.  And I would love to see Mr Goswami bending his ego like the reed in a storm and trying to shout “The nation wants to know...” 

Indispire wants me to invite five celebrities, the sixth one on the table being me supposedly.  So let me invite Dr Manmohan Singh.  He will give me company, I hope, to be a silent observer even when Mr Goswami will declare him the culprit of the latest Indo-Pak showdown.  I will be delighted to learn the value of silence from Dr Singh.

What about the fifth chair?  Well, let god occupy that.  God is the silent listener always.  Let him/her/it learn, if he/she/it has not learnt it already, the games his creatures play in his/her/its name.

PS. This post is written for Indispire Edition 136 #Celebritydinner 


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  1. Durga Prasad DashSeptember 24, 2016 at 9:18 AM

    Considering that the post is to be categorised under humour at Indispire, your article foots the bill perfectly. Now the question remains as to who will foot the dinner bill, will it be the richest among them or, following the tradition of the godmen, he will demand a hefty sum from you for honoring you with his presence?

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 24, 2016 at 12:19 PM

      You have understood godmen perfectly. They never give anything to others; they know only to receive, grab and grab and grab. Thank my stars, this is only an imaginary dinner.

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  2. Pranju chakrapaniSeptember 24, 2016 at 9:20 AM

    A Tripuri friend of mine had a picture of him as his wallpaper on his mobile. He said with a wink that this guy do not preach hinduism but spirituality. I let him wink at his own line for there is more than what the eye sees. But yes, I would like to have Arnab Goswami as my guest.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 24, 2016 at 12:24 PM

      I knew a lot of his devotees. I had quite a few arguments with some of them at the gate of my school after the godman took over the school (and eventually killed it much as they assured us that they would run the school "for a hundred years".
      http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/home/education/news/New-management-trying-to-close-school-alleges-staff/articleshow/20402538.cms)

      One of the devotees met me outside the gate one day just to tell me that he had left the cult having realised that it was fraudulent to the hilt.

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  3. जितेन्द्र माथुरSeptember 24, 2016 at 1:30 PM

    Very good post Sir. Very good indeed. The question put forth at the end is the icing on the cake.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 24, 2016 at 4:27 PM

      Life compels us to reach such climaxes (or anticlimaxes).

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  4. UnknownSeptember 25, 2016 at 9:13 PM

    Praise The Lord sir, yes if they give than they won't be of that importance to have the worldly things,respect,claim of being false god so,they would still find a way to grab land in some there place planet.
    Let's not wait for war it is already on

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  5. sunaina sharmaSeptember 27, 2016 at 3:16 AM

    Will Arnab Goswami manage to coax Mr. Manmohan Singh ot of silence....?....I wonder.....:)

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