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My roving eye over Indian political affairs. A word of caution: I consider MMS our worst ever prime minister.

So who is the hate-monger?

This morning, I saw a spiteful Facebook post from a colleague whom I worked with nearly 30 years ago, whose profile claims that he read history and politics at the last surviving left bastion, the JNU. The typically, permanently bearded and bespectacled gentleman also proudly claims to have read Tom Wolfe, Truman Capote and James Herriot. I don’t know who they are, nor am I interested in finding out. (Over the years I know claims by such people are there to only show to others that they possess ‘intellectual’ superiority over mere mortals.)

My long-lost colleague and current FB friend, wrote, apparently in an intoxicated state:

“To all the Nadelas, Pichads and the rest of you ma******ds who turned their backs on the motherland to make money and now want to return to make even more dollars for your American masters…. Come, Shit in India — we have no dearth of assholes….”

This post was along with a link from a website, reporting about one Nayantara Sahgal, who, I am sure, most Indians have never heard about or have rediscovered after ages.

It is to him, and people of his inclination, I am addressing this article. (Also to some of the bumbling foot-soldiers from that category who now have hitched on to the bandwagon of that chronic liar from Delhi after find their own ideology has been thoroughly and emphatically rejected by we, the people of India.)

Yeah my FB friend, there is no dearth of such people, like, for example, this lady Sahgal. When her own community people, the Kashmiri Pandits, were murdered, burnt alive, and thrown out of their homes, and their women raped and raped over again, she did not speak. She also did not speak when Sikhs were similarly treated by her mentors, the morally evil Congress party. She did not speak when commie bastards killed thousands and thousands in West Bengal and Kerala and in other places—only because the victims were the poor, the downtrodden and helpless.

She did not speak out because she was fed and feted by the dynasty, which also feted themselves and all sundry elements who lived off their crumbs. This lady lived all her life ensconced in a comfortable cocoon in Lutyens Delhi, or wherever, and did not so much as shrug a shoulder when worse things happened. Like the Bhagalpur riots.

Like her, many of our so-called and self-styled gods and goddesses of the ‘intellectual world’ did not speak out then.

Now, you say the Pichais and the Nadelas must not return to India.

The Pichais and the Nadelas must not do anything for the poor in India. Because, according to these west-loving, India-hating, ‘liberal’ gods and goddesses like you, a common Indian does not deserve to live with dignity and want all Indians to remain poor.

What a contradiction—it would have been funny if it had not been so tragic—that these self-proclaimed intellectual gods and goddesses like describe themselves as ‘progressives’ when they are the very embodiment of opposition to progress itself!

Thanks to social media, these so-called self-styled intellectual gods and goddesses are being thoroughly exposed now. Earlier, these people used to rule the roost—including the editorial spaces of newspapers where dissent from readers were ruthlessly murdered and any mail which did not conform to their views, was mercilessly torn and thrown into the dustbin.

These gods and goddesses are now shouting out loud and hoarse, and it is not only because of one man or his religion they love to hate—but because they have now nowhere to run or hide. After decades of living on one dynasty’s crumbs and supported by the left ecosystem, praising their glories despite their utterly disastrous rule which any common man could see—‘see’ is a mild word; the aam admi had been all along been helplessly being run to the ground through it all along even when darkness loomed—today these self-styled intellectuals find themselves orphaned.

Now, these gods and goddesses are thinking of ways and means of how to fend themselves before all the pennies being thrown their way will finally come to a halt. They always thought it was their entitlement to live in the socialist mode, grateful at the crumbs being thrown their way without having even so much as to lift a little finger to earn a decent and honourable living like most of the common men and women of India. And they encouraged their masters to treat all fellow Indians in a similar fashion.

These self-styled intellectual godmen and godwomen are shit scared that the common man has come to expect better things in life; they are scared to see optimism writ large on the faces of the hopeful masses. They know that after all these years of darkness, the common man has seen light at the end of the tunnel, his expectations have been raised, and he too wants to raise his heads in dignity and not live off crumbs forever. They want themselves and their children to lead a better life than they lived before. And they are willing to slog their asses off for that.

And how very ‘gracious’ such self-styled intellectuals gods and goddesses have been while addressing the Pichais and the Nadellas, using, may I say, colourful language in Hindi, using asterisks to cover up. You are completely naked, dear friend, looking dirty and emitting the putrid stink from stuff that you had allowed to be shown down your throats or up your… you know where.

In a movie it was said: “Don’t underestimate the power of a common man”. You! You stinking commie pig, don’t underestimate the intellectual spirit of a common man. You have no longer the copyright to intellectualism. Today, even a common chaiwalla on a side-street is an intellectual—and an honest one at that!

You say the Pichais and the Nadellas turned their backs on their motherland: That is a blatant lie. They did not turn their backs on their motherland: the utterly third-rate socialist and left ecosystem that you built and supported did not allow them to do anything here, killed their urge to create, to innovate and to do something within the motherland that you and your ilk always wanted to keep under your regressive thoughts.

And when today they—and many others—want to do something for the motherland and try to help get the poor people out of the miserable lives they lead, you want to abuse them and keep them out.

All because you have hate built up in your insides over the years.

You realise that you have been used and thrown away by the powers-that-be over the years. They may have praised you on your faces, or in colorful parties thrown in your ‘honour’ or in functions to give you some ‘award’ or the other, but behind your back you always knew they have been calling you a dynasty slave, a sick, purchasable commodity.

You are an epitome of that saying: “Sab kuch bikta hai, inka zameer bhi!” (Everything is on sale, including your conscience).

Lie after lie after lie has not worked for you over the years. The common man has become more enlightened. Your anger is that you can no longer fool them, no longer control their minds, and no longer herd them into voting for one party or follow one ideology. That is the nub of the matter.



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UP: Journalist’s Mother Murdered after Rape Bid

Yet, the death of the woman won’t be front page news or topic for prime time debate.

Outrage is a “state of mind”, as someone much celebrated and toasted by the mass media will put it.

After a journalist was beaten to pulp and a few days later burnt to death by policemen at the behest of a ruling party minister in Uttar Pradesh barely a few weeks ago, two policemen set afire a 40-year-old woman inside a police station the same state.

But what is worse that the policemen first snatched her jewellery and then attempted to rape the woman, who is the mother of a young journalist with a local vernacular newspaper.

Various newspapers did carry the story, but reports varied. One common theme was that she was set on fire for refusing a bribe.

While most of reports had cursory mention that the woman, identified as Nitu Dwivedi, was the mother of a journalist, some did not even bother to mention this.

The woman succumbed to burn injuries in the trauma centre of a hospital in state capital Lucknow this morning, latest reports said.

Police, as usual, claimed the woman committed self-immolation, but Dwivedi is quoted as having said in her dying declaration before a magistrate that the policemen took her to a room in the police station, snatched her jewellery and then tried to rape her.

When she resisted, they poured petrol on her and set her ablaze.

The woman’s son is a journalist with a local Hindi daily.

The woman had gone to the police station to enquire about her husband, Ram Narain Dwivedi, who was detained a day earlier after clashes in her Gaha village in Barabanki district following eve-teasing. The policemen first demanded a bribe and later committed the atrocities.

According to district superintendent of police Abdul Hamid, the two policemen were suspended and an inquiry was ordered.

Yet, the victim’s son identified as Santosh, said, “Suspension is not enough, the cops should be punished. The Barabanki Superintendent of Police is being biased and is trying to hush up the case.”

“Tyranny of distance” ensured that news story was buried in the inside pages, the state government’s response was not encouraging.

As expected, an apparently unconcerned minister in the state government, Mr Shivpal Yadav, made a template statement about the incident: “The entire incident will be probed and strict action will be taken against the guilty.”

Mr Shivpal Yadav is the uncle of chief minister Akhilesh Yadav, who has been mum about the earlier incident as well.

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