Skip to main content

I support Shashi Tharoor



Sambit Patra is the best comic entertainer in contemporary Indian politics after Narendra Modi. He is like a clown on the trapeze while Modi behaves like the ringmaster. I love both of them for the entertainment they provide to the nation. But they do a lot of disservice to the nation.

Arrey bhai, the people elected you to serve them. Do you know that we are still a democracy? The ultimate power is with the people. They can throw you out next year if you still keep barking and biting like stray dogs. All that religious stuff you’re peddling won’t do any good. What does Ram Mandir or Patel Statue mean to the man on the street who is struggling to earn his daily bread?

Sambit Patra is a joy to watch on the TV when you have nothing else to do. He is the re-avatar of Gau-Swami who shouted at all of us for a long time on sell-out Times Now. Like the Cow-Swami, Sam-bit will get his boot soon. I’ll miss his trapeze art then. Like his demand to the Congress to dismiss Dr Shashi Tharoor for telling unpleasant truths.

Unpleasant truths and religion have seldom gone together unless religion wanted to blackmail the penitent as it is happening now in Kerala with some Christian priests who are being arrested for loving a woman in a way that Jesus would have found too Trump-able.

The priests in Kerala are being arrested. Why are the similar BJP rapists in North India not being arrested? Instead they are giving us lectures on the TV! Arrey Bhaiyon our Bahanon in Cow-States, wake up. You are being deceived lock, stock and barrel. You are being converted into a Hindu Pakistan.

Ram, Ram! I uttered blasphemy! In fact, I’m just quoting Dr Shashi Tharoor, one of the few intelligent and educated and cultured and yet audible politicians we still have in our Lok Sabha. Dear Dr Tharoor, I happened to read quite a lot of things you wrote and I’m convinced that you are blessed with much more than cow dung between your ears. Please continue to speak and write in spite of the cow-shit faithful.

Faith has vanished from the world. We live with WhatsApp and FaceBook. And a few idiots like me still put their faith in the evolved faculty called brain. You possess that, Dr Tharoor. Do bear with India and make it India. Not a Hindu Pakistan. Let Modi have his world tours for one more year. Let Sam-bit have his insane glory on the TV too for the same period. After that, let India have some sensible people to rule it. If you can, please rise, rise like the proverbial phoenix. We are ready to accept the kind of Hinduism that you presented in your latest book. Go ahead, make India a Hindu nation if you want it. I will fight for you, die for you – at least, vote for you.




Comments

  1. Rajeev MoothedathJuly 14, 2018 at 11:41 AM

    Shashi Taroor is a free thinking and mature politician with a balanced independant voice (rare these days). If he has expressed apprehensions, there is something to it.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 14, 2018 at 12:24 PM

      With decisions such as setting up a body to monitor social networks and blogs, the Modi govt is obviously becoming more and more dictatorial.

      Delete
  2. How do we knowJuly 15, 2018 at 12:39 PM

    "The priests in Kerala are being arrested. Why are the similar BJP rapists in North India not being arrested? " - One, factually incorrect. Two, it is very sad when the arrest of one rapist is compared to the arrest of another on the basis of their religion. A criminal has no religion.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 16, 2018 at 9:50 PM

      Google and you will get the results.
      Only criminals have religion. Saints have no religion.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Pranita a perverted genius

Bulldozer begins its work at Sawan Pranita was a perverted genius. She had Machiavelli’s brain, Octavian’s relentlessness, and Levin’s intellectual calibre. She could have worked wonders if she wanted. She could have created a beautiful world around her. She had the potential. Yet she chose to be a ruthless exterminator. She came to Sawan Public School just to kill it. A religious cult called Radha Soami Satsang Beas [RSSB] had taken over the school from its owner who had never visited the school for over 20 years. This owner, a prominent entrepreneur with a gargantuan ego, had come to the conclusion that the morality of the school’s staff was deviating from the wavelengths determined by him. Moreover, his one foot was inching towards the grave. I was also told that there were some domestic noises which were grating against his patriarchal sensibilities. One holy solution for all these was to hand over the school and its enormous campus (nearly 20 acres of land on the outskirts
12 comments
Read more

Queen of Religion

She looked like Queen Victoria in the latter’s youth but with a snow-white head. She was slim, fair and graceful. She always smiled but the smile had no life. Someone on the campus described it as a “plastic smile.” She was charming by physical appearance. Soon all of us on the Sawan school campus would realise how deceptive appearances were. Queen took over the administration of Sawan school on behalf of her religious cult RSSB [Radha Soami Satsang Beas]. A lot was said about RSSB in the previous post. Its godman Gurinder Singh Dhillon is now 70 years old. I don’t know whether age has mellowed his lust for land and wealth. Even at the age of 64, he was embroiled in a financial scam that led to the fall of two colossal business enterprises, Fortis Healthcare and Religare finance. That was just a couple of years after he had succeeded in making Sawan school vanish without a trace from Delhi which he did for the sake of adding the school’s twenty-odd acres of land to his existing hun
18 comments
Read more

Machiavelli the Reverend

Let us go today , you and I, through certain miasmic streets. Nothing will be quite clear along our way because this journey is through some delusions and illusions. You will meet people wearing holy robes and talking about morality and virtues. Some of them will claim to be god’s men and some will make taller claims. Some of them are just amorphous. Invisible. But omnipotent. You can feel their power around you. On you. Oppressing you. Stifling you. Reverend Machiavelli is one such oppressive power. You will meet Franz Kafka somewhere along the way. Joseph K’s ghost will pass by. Remember Joseph K who was arrested one fine morning for a crime that nobody knew anything about? Neither Joseph nor the men who arrest him know why Joseph K is arrested. The power that keeps Joseph K under arrest is invisible. He cannot get answers to his valid questions from the visible agents of that power. He cannot explain himself to that power. Finally, he is taken to a quarry outside the town wher
19 comments
Read more

Nakulan the Outcast

Nakulan was one of the many tenants of Hevendrea . A professor in the botany department of the North Eastern Hill University, he was a very lovable person. Some sense of inferiority complex that came from his caste status made him scoff the very idea of his lovability. He lived with his wife and three children in one of Heavendrea’s many cottages. When he wanted to have a drink, he would walk over to my hut. We sipped our whiskies and discussed Shillong’s intriguing politics or something of the sort while my cassette player crooned gently in the background. Nakulan was more than ten years my senior by age. He taught a subject which had never aroused my interest at any stage of my life. It made no difference to me whether a leaf was pinnately compound or palmately compound. You don’t need to know about anther and stigma in order to understand a flower. My friend Levin would have ascribed my lack of interest in Nakulan’s subject to my egomania. I always thought that Nakulan lived
15 comments
Read more

Octavian the Guru

Octavian was one of my students in college. Being a student of English literature, he had reasons to establish a personal rapport with me. It took me months to realise that the rapport was fake. He was playing a role for the sake of Rev Machiavelli . Octavian was about 20 years old and I was nearly double his age. Yet he could deceive me too easily. The plain truth is that anyone can deceive me as easily even today. I haven’t learnt certain basic lessons of life. Sheer inability. Some people are like that. Levin would say that my egomania and the concomitant hubris prevented my learning of the essential lessons of life. That would have been true in those days when Octavian took me for a farcical ride. By the time that ride was over, I had learnt at least one thing: that my ego was pulped. More than 20 years have passed after that and I haven’t still learnt to manage affairs in the world of people. That’s why I admit my sheer inability to learn some fundamental lessons of life. Th
8 comments
Read more