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From PM Narendra Modi, 2019 - More to come soon


The textbooks of our children have been saffronised already. Now it’s the turn of Bollywood. All efforts are being made to shift the Hindi movie kingdom from Mumbai to somewhere in Uttar Pradesh. The Khans of Bollywood are being sidelined and Kanganas are gobbling the limelight. The Kashmir Files and The Kerala Story are just the beginning of a catastrophe that is descending on the Bollywood.

Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh [RSS] is all set to celebrate the centenary of its foundation [1925] with a year-long programme beginning in 2024. About twenty Hindi movies are on the anvil as part of the celebrations, the prominent of which being the history of RSS whose script is written by no less a personage than Vijayendra Prasad, father of Bahubali director Rajamouli. It is rumoured that the budget for this film is greater than the sum spent on the Chandrayan Mission.

You have a lot more on RSS coming your way. Biopics are being made on all the heroes of the Sangh like Savarkar, Hedgewar, Godse, and so on. Some of the upcoming megahits will be Mein Deendayal Hoon, Mein Atal Hoon, Bhagwa Dhwaj, Swatantra Veer Savarkar, and Dr Hedgewar. Prominent movie makers have already been roped in for the production and direction of these movies. Fear of raids by the Enforcement Directorate [ED] and Central Bureau of Investigation [CBI] will make a lot of big guns fall in line with the central government’s wishes and whims.

It is not only the dead heroes of RSS who get movies on them. Even Nitin Gadkari is going to be a shining star in the history of Bollywood. Rahul Chopra is playing Gadkari.

History has its own distortions, no doubt. But when our children are given history that has nothing to do with truths, what are we to do? Write blogs, I’d say.

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  1. Even writitng blogs isnt safe. Taking tips from China, the govt is eager to put them in practice. Everyone be safe~

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    1. Bloggers, especially YouTubers, do face many risks. We need caution, you're right.

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  2. Hari OM
    There is something truly frightening about this... YAM xx

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  3. Indeed it's sad the way things are going.

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  4. My gut feeling...... the next generation is going to pay for it.

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    1. Of course. But quite a lot of them are escaping into other countries.

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  5. I look at blogger as documenting history. I wonder if once we are dead, that they will be reading and learning about this time peroid.
    Coffee is on, and stay safe.

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    1. All writing reveals something anout the time of the writer. Some blogs will surely survive the blogger 😊

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  6. Yes, write blogs and share them.

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