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Arvind Kejriwal’s Apologies



Is Arvind Kejriwal a symbol of the increasing effeteness of truth?  He has been issuing apology after apology, the latest being to Nitin Gadkari.  Earlier he apologised to Bikram Singh Majithia.  Along with Manish Sisodia, he apologised to Kapil Sibal’s son Amit Sibal.  The offended are accepting the apologies with surprising promptness.  There are 30 more defamation cases against Kejriwal.  So are we going to get 30 more apologies and 30 more prompt acceptances?

It is understandable that Mr Kejriwal does not wish to waste his time on court cases.  He says he wants to devote his time to more fruitful administrative activities.  That’s fine.  The people need those services and not court entertainments. 

But the promptness with which the offended people accept the apologies raise our suspicions.  Is truth being buried facilely with each apology?  Do the apologies and their prompt acceptances mean that it is not easy to defend the truth in today’s India? 

Is it Kejriwal’s defeat or is it the defeat of truth itself?


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  1. Before making allegations he should have understood it is impossible to prove them true

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    1. Yeah, proving has become more important than truth. That's precisely what I'm questioning.

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    2. It's very sad, his was a refreshing change. Hope people understand he was cornered

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  2. It's the question of might. Kejriwal is in a weak position. The Prime Minister levied serious allegations against the ex-PM, the ex-VP and the ex-Chief of Army Staff during his election campaign in Gujarat. Leave aside tendering any kind of apology to the aggrieved ones, he has never shown even the most feeble sign of any regret for that. Why ? Because, quite opposite to Kejriwal, he is a very mighty person who can get away with anything said and anything done by him. And 'Might is Right' is the biggest truth continuing for ages. Which truth can be bigger than that ?

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    1. Precisely. This is just what I fear too. Kejriwal is targeted by the most powerful party and he knows he has no other choice. After all, even Galileo apologised just to save himself from villains.

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  3. I think there is something bigger cooking under the table !! We will know soon :) Nice blog@

    http://www.bootsandbutter.com/

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    1. Yes, Sneh, there indeed is a vicious power game that is smothering the truth.

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