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Shashi Tharoor and Crime in India

I don’t know if Shashi Tharoor abetted Sunanda Pushkar’s suicide. I don’t know whether it was suicide or natural death. I know one thing, however: India today is a country where anyone can become a criminal overnight and anyone can become a saint overnight depending on which political party you belong to or get support from.

We have a Prime Minister whose complicity in the 2002 Gujarat riots is not a secret at all. You can kill hundreds of people, drive out thousands from their homes and sow the seeds of communal hatred in the whole country and still be a hero in India. The most powerful person in the country after the PM, Amit Shah, was notorious as an encounter killer until he put on a saintly halo round his fat face after his best friend became the most powerful man in the country.

Yogi Adityanath just wrote off all the criminal cases against him when he became the Chief Minister of the most crime-ridden state in the country. 20,000 cases against politicians in Uttar Pradesh are wiped off history by the man who wears an ascetic’s robes which look more farcical on him than outrageous.

The ruling BJP has the highest number of lawmakers with cases of crimes against women. The party has supported crimes against minority communities and Dalits. All the promises made by that party about bringing clean governance were only “chunavi jumla” (electoral gimmick) as Ram Jethmalani said last year.

Everything – well, almost – is a gimmick in the country today. The reality is a bizarre monster hiding behind charming masks designed by the world’s best costume designers. According to latest reports, BJP has spent ₹4300 crore on publicity alone after Modi became the Prime Minister. Publicity. Repeat a lie often enough and it becomes the truth, as Goebbels the Guru of RSS said and our Prime Minister exhorted as in the video below.


It’s a hilariously tragic state of affairs in the country. Fair is foul and foul is fair, Shakespeare would say. Hard luck, Shashi!

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  1. Tharoor's 'Why I Am a Hindu' book might have irritated the medieval guys. But again I don't know if anyone from their side knows to read.

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    1. I've just started reading that book and found it mesmerising. But it cannot be just the book; it must have something to do with some of his recent remarks about the party as well as the approaching elections.

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  2. Very true. But actually, it's not just in the case of crime, but in many other senses as well.
    I find no political party better than the other. Every party has a few very good leaders; but most of them, especially at the local levels, leave a lot to be desired.
    Look at what is happening in Goa, Manipur, now in Karnataka.
    Every party, for once, is being disrobbed simultaneously.
    A very sad state of affairs. And, these are the people who take very important policy decisions that impact our lives and future.

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    1. The real tragedy of a country is lack of a visionary leader. We suffer from that now. When I mentioned the blatant gimmicks employed by BJP in Karnataka, her instant response was, "We know BJP is a party of goons, so no surprise. But what about other parties?" True. What about other parties? Cry my beloved country.

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