Narendra Modi is a superman. He just refuses to wear a skullcap
and bang! You didn't hear the noise? Maybe, it’s like a tree that falls on the
ground in a forest where there’s absolutely no one with an ear. Otherwise, you
would have heard that: Secularism is in danger! RSS will finish off all the
Muslims! India will wage a nuclear attack on Pakistan! There will be World War
This is even worse than the worst script that Bollywood could ever
dream of coming up with. So, Bollywood decided to get into the act
straightaway. Some of the finest directors – and as is revealed now, sadly also
having the filthiest anti-Hindu mindset – and a few others ganged up on
Narendra Modi, hiding as usual under theburqaof secularism.
Mentored by Mahesh Bhatt, the known protagonist and led by Anant
Patwardhan, a closet ideologue, they came on TV to cry on the shoulders of
Arnab Goswami first and later his TV cousin, Rajdeep Sardesai.
What a climb-down from the
time whenDev Anandbravely lent his voice
against the Emergency for the sake of protecting nation’s democracy. Today,
these Rupees 100-Crore club celebs are lending their voice for the sake of the
exact opposite, viz. destroying the country’s democracy!
Just like we the ordinarypeople of Indiahave the right to like or do not like their films, we have every
right to choose whom we vote, independent of their like or dislike. Tomorrow,
if we don’t like Imtiaz Ali’s film and it bombs at the box office, can he blame
us saying his movie was not appreciated because viewers happen to be communal?
If this is far-fetched, how
much more far-fetched and absurd is Anant Patwardhan in blaming the Hindus
along with theMuslimsfor partition? And he has
the gall to claim that his interpretation reflects a sense of history.
Even an idiot who has read
Indian History knows that partition was born out of Jinnah’s demand for a
separate State for the Muslims on the rationale that the Muslims and the Hindus
cannot live together infree India, period! Surely, Patwardhan must have got his sense of history
from Pakistan’s history books.
The anti-Modi Bollywood brigade’s red rag(e) is not unexpectedly
2002 post-Godhra riots – with a caveat hidden: Their hearts bleed, not for thekar sevaksburnt in Godhra, but only for the
Muslims who died in the aftermath. Of course, they will not say it in the open.
But the truth is rarely what is said. You have to figure it out and it is a
no-brainer as to what they have in their filthy minds. Filthy mind is not a
mindless accusation – they are blissfully ignorant of all other riots under
Congress regime since India became free. So who are they fooling?
The irony is that Bollywood today stands divided in open because
of the very secularism it sought to project!
This may not be politically
correct to say (so are they for sure!), but the moment when people know that
Patwardhan or Vishal Bharadwaj orImtiaz Aliare anti-Hindu, will it not
affect the success of their films?
Answer: It should! Only when these dubious fake secularists
descend down from Rupees 100-Crore club to minus Rupees 100-Crore club, will
they come to their senses!
All self-respecting Hindus and all right-thinking Indians should
say no to watching a film – even if it is great – from these amorous,
anti-national betrayers. They claim grandly that secularism is non-negotiable.
As we pay for the movie tickets, we should respond likewise, saying that for
us, nationalism is also non-negotiable.
Let the RSS which is now their official whipping boy spread the
message to all Indians to boycott their films. And they can’t whine either.
You boycott Modi on a principle you hold dear. You use the clout
of a celebrity and so issue an appeal to the people in the mainstream media and
TV, and even get them to back you, give you visibility, exposure, momentum and
support. We boycott you on a principle we hold dear.
We use the clout of an ordinary citizen and show our protest by
not watching your movies, and get other people like us to give your movies less
visibility, less exposure, less momentum, and zero support.Tension nahi lene ka!
Of course, this will only force the Patwardhans to remind
everyone of George Barnard Shaw’s saying, “Patriotism is the last refuge of a
scoundrel”. So, let me remind them of a wittier statement from Atal Bihari
Vajpayee. In the 90s, Ram Vilas Paswan, then a bitter critic of the BJP,
remarked in the Parliament that the BJP was misusing the name of Lord Ram while
Ram is in his very name. Vajpayee quickly got up and retorted, “Haram mein
bhi Ram ka naam hai!”
Incidentally, all these anti-Hindu fellows in Bollywood have
already suffered a small loss in their balance sheet. I am a diehard Bollywood
fan and have probably watched almost all films by these people – and enjoyed many
of them – till now. But not anymore! And nor will those people who agree with
me. I am no Arnab Goswami or Arvind Kejriwal, but the point is, people like me
are happy being scoundrels who love their country more than anything.
It was a fine Sunny Morning. But I wasn't in a mood to
think beyond anything but Sunny. I was peregrinating to my aunt’s house with a
sluggish mood carrying on my shoulders due to the sultry weather.
Suddenly, inexplicably, like a bolt from the blue, there
was an unexpected call from a friend of mine. I could sense a bit of anxiety in
his voice. He was stuttering. Finally, He blurted out the most tragic words
saying –“Our Best Friend ‘Santosh Reddy’
is no more”. I had never imagined myself in this kind of situation. It was
a traumatic moment. I was dismayed by the Supreme’s Decision towards my Best
Pal – Santosh. I was in a state of Stupefaction.
Never bothering about the current state, we started
driving back to his house.
My mind was full of Sorrowful thoughts about ‘Santhu’-
Our Friend, who’s not with us anymore. Even though thinking about it was
Death? A Painful
I don’t know that it can make a guy who’s just 23 years
old to face it even before fulfilling his Dreams. He was our Friend, Our
Dearest Friend and we knew him, we knew his feelings, his thoughts, but we couldn't imagine there was so called ‘Death’ that would take a ‘Gem of a
Person’ like him away from us.
He was a very Mature and Intellectual guy in our
gang. A ‘Brain box’ to this extent.
Not everyone in this world is born Gifted. But Santhu was
one Priceless Diamond and one among them. He had that satirical approach
towards people. He was full of fun.
“A sense of Humor…is needed Armor. Joy in one’s Heart and
some laughter on one’s lips is a sign that the person down deep has pretty good
grasp of Life”. – Like Mr. Hugh Sidey has said.
Santhu had that note of Irony in his Voice. Personally, I
haven’t seen him feeling tensed so much for any aspects in his life for all
Known for his Cool-headed Attitude, he was a Phlegmatic
and an even-tempered guy. His “Light theesko Mama” dialogue still makes a lot
of sense and can’t be forgotten that easily. All in all, he was a -- ‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’
sort of a guy.
We reached his place and saw the worst thing which was
never imagined by us even in our dreams to see him lying dead. Though he
had a clean bill of health, the Supreme had to take him away in a form of a
‘Septic Shock’. Even though he left us at a very young age, His smiling face
could define a ‘Sense of Achievement’.
Bloody, Godforsaken Fate! I cursed. But IT”S WRITTEN.
May God bestow some Mercy and give lots of Strength to
their Family and bless them with lots of Prosperity.
It was exam time and after watching Mr. Rahul Gandhi's Interview I was in no mood to play fiction. All of a sudden I heard the squeaking voice of my maid. She was working in my tenant's place and she couldn't communicate with them as they were Bengalis.
It was 1st week of the month and she was expecting her salary. I was wondering why was she calling me because the tenant had come out with a folded 1000/- bill and was brushing his yellow teeth. Time was running out as well as my Patience. I've got few precious hours left in my pocket. So, I asked, what she wanted?
She didn't want the entire fee.
The tenant was staring at me with a confused face, scratching his hairs. I grew more impatient and started firing my servant for not being specific.
She just wanted 800/- as she didn't make a visit for a few days in the last week. I was taken aback by seeing a woman of this perspective. My tenant was puzzled by her honest nature and was happy for his 200/- too.
The darkest hour is before dawn. I wished I knew that when I
spent dark nights huddled shoulder to shoulder like cattle in a haystack, with
street urchins, goons, vagabonds and whatnot. I, that is, from a highly
respectable family from God’s own country, Kerala, in the financial capital of
India, Mumbai, knowing not where the next meal would come from.
Success is a double-edged sword. I wished I knew that – when
I all of 16 years, earned Rs 35K, more than what a top bank executive took home
after 30 years of working the books.
Playing the blame game is the favorite pastime of every
one’s childhood. I wished I knew that. Correction: I wished I knew the
consequences of playing that game.
I wished I knew that…. That perhaps could make the best title
for this book about Me. Or is it about We? The line between Me and We is thin.
What happened to me, happens more often than not to all of us. We are like that
only. Perhaps. Or maybe not. I don’t know. I am not sure. I wished I knew….
Where do I begin my tryst with life? With my childhood days?
But I had none. I leapfrogged to adulthood, straight from school. Family
caretaker: That was my designated situation when I graduated from wearing
knickers to pants. Sounds interesting, but I would have preferred to be
anything but interesting! I wanted to play cricket, chase the birds, get
drenched, fly paper planes, and throw missiles into the pond.
My adult life then? I again leapfrogged. I was an early
success, and an early failure. One day I was flying in the clouds, and the day
after, I was in deep shit.
The roller coaster ride did not end there. I dabbled in
business, lost and won. For once, failure came first, and success later. So I
had seen both ends of life’s learning curve.
I wonder sometimes, am I destiny’s favorite plaything? At a
ridiculously young 17 years of age, I had the world at my feet. Fast forward a
little, and the role got reversed. I was down in the dumps. I blew it all. I
messed up. I could have been the chosen few, but hubris, or whatever, hurled me
to the doldrums.
Maybe it’s good to start at the end. A wiser, richer,
quieter, and humbler Joe, a man of the world, successful, bright, smart and
….not at all sorry about the blotting out of his childhood. I have had my
fifteen minutes of fame, but equally and probably more important, I have had my
fifteen minutes of infamy. All the best things in life can evaporate in fifteen
minutes of insanity. You never get to know of it, until you know. I wished I
I've struggled hard to discard the habit of being constantly in touch with my contraption. I sometimes go
perplexed thinking about the merits of my gadget. Suddenly, inexplicably, like a bolt from the blue,
I realize the necessity of utilizing the successful invention of a device called as a Mobile Phone;which
could turn a nerd into a dumb-ass.
Is this statement a bit erroneous? Well, It is. If a Mobile makes a person fall under some hindrance, it’s
totally based on the perception of an individual and their way of rational thinking. However, as the
popular IT Firm - Nokia boasts of their prominent tagline - "Connecting People" which itself means a lot
to the present generation by making things a bit easier and of course available at reasonable figures.