“YOU CALL ME PAPPU but I don’t hate you,” Congress chief Rahul Gandhi is said to have told Prime Minister Modi yesterday during the ‘no confidence’ motion in Lok Sabha which his party spearheaded.
He did that after walking up to the PM from the Opposition benches and hugging him.
A very noble act indeed, reinforcing the theory that political differences should not degenerate into personal enmity – a sentiment I reiterated in a blog weeks ago.
Then he gave himself away by facing the House and winking. This was one more case of the Congress self-goals. The wicked wink not only proved that the hug was NOT an act of affection or love, but a childlike statement that he meant the opposite.
Children often cross their fingers or wink when they say the opposite of what they mean. So he not only said he was Pappu but also proved he was childish.
The act, which drew a reprimand from the motherly Speaker of Lok Sabha, amounts to a self-goal as it exposes his hatred and childishness.
And it also raises a question: When did Modi call him Pappu? I don’t recall a single speech in which the PM did that or spoke of anything other than political differences. In fact he never failed to greet Rahul and his mother Sonia on their birthdays. He congratulated the party when it won in Karnataka.
If anyone heard him call Rahul Pappu in public, please say when and where, with a video as proof.
If Rahul did get called Pappu by many it was because of his own statements and acts like visits to Bangkok (known more for sex tourism) for meditation, talking of a potato making machine or not knowing rudiments of farming and now admitting publicly that he is known as Pappu.
Making self-goals appears to be the primary qualification for being in Congress: calling Modi a chaiwala, asking Pakistan to help remove him, saying a video by a staffer cost 30 ‘lambs’ (lakhs), or presuming that he meant Renuka Choudary laughed like Surphanaka in Ramayana when, in fact, he did not say it at all. Many more can be listed.
Rahul Gandhi, with all these acts, did prove that he would certainly be the Prime Minister soon, perhaps in 2019.
We only get the rulers we deserve.
A Marathi poem by Praveen Vaidya puts the focus on India’s worst and biggest of all problems – casteism.
CASTE IS NOT CELEAR
The old statue was broken, damaged; it was clear it was desecreted, a protest , all set, was dropped reason: statue’s caste was not clear
The rape shocked everyone, but no help; action there was none no protest, none supported her as her caste was not clear
Exploited, her own life she ended; both for and against many tried politics; but no action was there as her caste was not clear
The book was shocking but none asked if it was true or just fiction, no protest, no slogan we could hear as the author’s caste was not clear
Finally, don’t stop action on caste consideration,. instead, away you cast considering caste
जात कळली नव्हती
चौकातील पुतळा थोडा तुटला होता
जरासा फुटला होता..
झाली होती त्याची विटंबना
मोर्चेकरीही तयार होते..
दंग्यांची मात्र सुरुवात झाली नव्हती
कारण अजूनही पुतळ्याची..
जात कळली नव्हती
बलात्कारी पीडिता किंचाळत होती
अत्याचाराचा न्याय मागत होती..
जनता नेहमी सारखच फक्त बघत होती
मदत करणारच होतो हो आम्ही..
पण अजूनही पीडितेची ..
जात कळली नव्हती
छळलं होत त्याला व्यवस्थेनं
म्हणून त्यानं आत्महत्या केली होती..
ठरतील आता त्याचे समर्थक-विरोधक
सोबत होईल राजकारणही
मग हि शांतता कसली..
कारण अजूनही मरणाऱ्याची ..
जात कळली नव्हती
वाचलेलं पुस्तक अन त्यातला गाभा
कळलेला इतिहास आणि त्यातले संदर्भ
खर मानाव कि खोट
तेच उमगत नव्हतं..
कारण अजूनही लिहिणाऱ्याची ..
जात कळली नव्हती
जात कळत नाही म्हणून
माणसं टाळू नका
जाती अंता साठी..
जातीचा अंत पाहू नका
WORDPRRSS SHUT ME out of my own blog on laptop asking for a decade-old passwornd. I could not get the ‘title’ page to write on.
I found, however, that the WP app on my smartphone enabled me to keep writing. I could resume the blog; I felt I was really ‘unstoppable’.
It was a miracle of technology and though too old to master it, I clung to it desperately.
Writing on phone in a train or plane with auto-‘correct’ changing correct words into meaningless gibberish, has however added to the problems of failing sight and memory.
Though I found quite a few blogs written in poor language and with mistakes of grammar, too many typos in my posts worried me. After all I lived for the last 60 years on writing.
But along with technology habits also changed. Reading has beome out of fashion and Google the repository of all knowledge. S
o you need not have any background or information. You just Google for it when needed.
It all comes back to the basic issue of old, outdated, worn-out brains still thinking they have some knowledge (from just being alive for too long, which they confuse with experience) to pass on to the new generation.
It is not easy for ‘old foggies’ to accept the truth that it is no virtue in being ‘unstoppale‘ just by being alive just on borrowed time, having ‘outlived their utility‘, an expression one of my ex-editors was fond of (and which, I argued then, meant it was time for them to die).
He was right. And luckily he is dead.
I am not that lucky..
SOME PEOPLE troll others just to get attention, because media, social or otherwise, notice negativity more than positive words.
When Hima Das won a gold medal for running in World Athletics and was interviewed on camera, the girl from a village in Assam spoke in broken English. The Athletic Federation of India, commended her for her spirit and commitment despite her being not so fluent in English.
Then came some trolls slamming AFI for insulting the athlete for not being fluent in English. Huma herself took no offence and defended AFI.
It did not matter to the trollers that the girl, as Prime Minister Modi said, brought tears of joy to everyone who felt he/she was an Indian.
It was a running race, not an English exam. And she made us all proud.
The incident brought into focus the way most people equate education with mastery over English. If you don’t know English, you are looked down upon – you are considered rustic and uneducated – a ‘gavar’ – uncivilized, uncouth.
Decades ago as a cub reporter, I recall interviewing a highly paid UN expert from Japan who did not know any English.In sharp contrast was the way the sons and daughters of Lalu Yadav, the Bihar leader, tried to show off by replying in English to questions in Hindi in a TV interview.
And they are from the family of a leader who deliberately speaks rustic tongue and claims to be a follower of Dr Ram Manohar Lohia.
Also crowding my mind were memories of many interactions with ‘doctorsaheb’ (as Lohia was called) in which he would shun English as the common man in India did not know it, though he was one of the best speakers of English in Indian politics (anyone who read ‘Wheel of History‘ or ‘Interval in Politics’ by him would know it). Yet, doubtful of a teenager’s ability to translate his Hindi correctly for my English daily, he would dictate to me in English. He was not dogmatic – language was only a means of communication.
This practice of equating English skills with education is deprecable. It has become fashionable for all who want to be considered modern, civilized and polished, to speak in English.
And thinking in English has its flip side. A friend used to say that when a person is being discussed and he/she comes you wish him well, saying ‘Sau saal jio’ (live a hundred years) in any Indian language but abuse as devil (think of the devil and.,.) in English.
It is the propensity to flaunt mastery over English words that made Sashi (Cattle class) Tharoor join the group of Congress leaders scoring self-goals for that party – like Mani (neech admi) Shankar (chaIwala) Aiyer, Renuka (HaHaHa) Choudary and Digvijay (Diggy RaJa) Singh.
Wait for Tharoor to dig out some old obscure, flamboyant, word for that syndrome – unless you already think it should be ‘Pappuism’
(Written on phone)
Not just the boys, several lessons also came out from the Thai rescue
THE WHOLE WORLD was following with abated breath the admirable efforts to save 13 Thailand boys stuck in a cave,
At that very time, 35 people died in Mumbai due to potholes left by the civic authorities unrepaired and not a single head rolled.
No one even resigned.
The very first rain of the season has caused devastation but it failed to teach us the lessons which the Thai disaster did. Some of them are:
1) The identity of none of the children been divulged.
2) Their families were not hounded by TV channels for stupid exclusive interviews about how they felt.
3) The government did not glorify itself for the great steps it was taking.
4) The opposition did not politicise the issue and blame the government for failures, real and imaginary.
What if this happened in India? As a social media postings put it, Indian media would have tried to outdo each other in interviewing officials and even the cave bats and showing sordid pictures of hungry kids.
The Congress would have blamed BJP on Arnab Goswami show, with idiots like Kumar Ketkar and Danish Ali putting the blame on RSS.
The post says all search engines and Google would have been flooded with queries on the caste and religion of trapped boys.
“With Rubbish Kumar harping on this and the Behenji claiming that”, the TV debates would have “just raised the noise levels without saying anything of substance.”
A “Manuwadi Conspiracy” theory would have been evolved saying all the efforts were because all the boys were of high caste.
A feminist would have claimed that had the victims been girls no such rescue efforts would have been made.
“The football coach involved would have been crucified after media trial and his family home would’ve been picketed by grandparents who are still students in JNU”
Elon Musk would have signed a deal with India Government to provide a submarine to rescue the boys.
The doctors treating the boys would have been beaten black and blue for dereliction of duty.
The anonymous post points out that not only was it done quietly without fanfare but there were many others who helped quietly. For example:
— a nearby shop owner selling oxygen cylinders gave as many as required for free.
— a Muslim woman cooked halal food for Muslim divers on all the days.
— a laundry owner washed all the rescuers’ clothes for free all the days.
— nearby people brought food in the required quantities.
— farmers of a village nearby readily agreed to their fields being inundated with water pumped out of the cave and lost an entire year’s farm produce willingly.
— water pump operators then pumped the water out of then their fields voluntarily.
— divers came from all over the world..
It was pointed out that different people in different civilizations behave differently on such occasions.
The quality of people becomes evident from these actions.
SASHI THAROOR obviously is proud of his mastery over words, as seen in his frequent verbal gymnastics with English words, flaunting obscure and rarely used ones dug out of some dictionary publishers.
For such a person to be be told by his own party to be careful in choice of words is nothing less than reprimand. More so for one who, by profession, deals in words; public relations is allied to journalism, if not a branch it, and that was his profession when he was an employee of the United Nations.
Perhaps he is one PR man who rose to the world’s highest position in his field, making India proud of him.
And so proud of mastery over words is Shashi Tharoor that he has been showing it off by using big bombastic words which made everyone rush to dictionaries. One suspected he was in the pay of dictionary k
Perhaps he, like all politicians, likes to stay in the limelight – even for wrong reasons like unsuccessful contest for the top UN post, multiple divorces, marriage (his third and her second or vice versa) or alleged affair with a Pakistani woman journalist, leading to his last wife’s suicide.
Sometimes over-enthusiasm makes people like Tharoor forget the very purpose of words – to communicate. Journalism is meant to communicate and not show off mastery over words, which are mere tools of the trade.
One may forgive Chidambaram for coining the term ‘saffron terror’ or former Home Minister Sushil Shinde for using a honorific for the Pakistani terrorist who masterminded Bombay blasts –in their over-enthusiasm to score over Bharatiya Janata Party.
But for Shashi Tharoor to say India was turning a ‘Hindu Pakistan’ under BJP is nothing but what the Congress high command chided him for: wrong choice of words.
And that is unpardonable for one who is primarily a wordsmith.
(Written on phone in train)
On one of the WhatsApp groups I read regularly complaints about the rude behaviour of public sector bank staff and replies by some bankers in the group extolling bankers, bemoaning the government’s bad treatment of bankers and backing their demands.nEveryone in this country feels he/she alone works sincerely and honestly and all others are frauds.nThese include corrupt newspaper or news channel jouralists who distort news for Netas in exchange for notes (‘envelope journalism’ in my book), bankers who feel ‘customer is always wrong’ and give three loans on one property, railway employees who delay every train, let compartments stink and allot seats for bribe, govt employees who.move files only when paid and ask for a (costly) ‘weight’ on every application, workers feeling it is right to be paid for not working, doctors who order unneeded tests or want money for doing duty …. the list can take many pages.nThe fact is that there are black sheep in all professions. Perhaps their number is growing. They may be the majority.nThis is because we all feel we deserve much more than what we get, see nothing wrong in taking bribes and value material wealth, equating pleasure with happiness or prosperity with success.nThere are crooks (others) in every field and also good people (ourselves).nEveryone is three persons: what they think they are, what others think they are and what they really are.nI thought I was always helping others, above average in my work, mentoring new entrants into my field, rising above consumerism, popular in my peer group, honest, and very successful.nAfter two books, I found NO ONE ELSE thinks so. I did not know myself.n’Know thyself’ and self realisation are what all religions preach. of the WhatsApp groups I read regularly complaints about the rude behaviour of public sector bank staff and replies by some bankers in the group extolling bankers, bemoaning the government’s bad treatment of bankers and backing their demands.
Everyone in this country feels he/she alone works sincerely and honestly and all others are frauds.
These include corrupt newspaper or news channel jouralists who distort news for Netas in exchange for notes (‘envelope journalism’ in my book), bankers who feel ‘customer is always wrong’ and give three loans on one property, railway employees who delay every train, let compartments stink and allot seats for bribe, govt employees who.move files only when paid and ask for a (costly) ‘weight’ on every application, workers feeling it is right to be paid for not working, doctors who order unneeded tests or want money for doing duty …. the list can take many pages.
The fact is that there are black sheep in all professions. Perhaps their number is growing. They may be the majority.
This is because we all feel we deserve much more than what we get, see nothing wrong in taking bribes and value material wealth, equating pleasure with happiness or prosperity with success.
There are crooks (others) in every field and also good people (ourselves).
Everyone is three persons: what they think they are, what others think they are and what they really are.
I thought I was always helping others, above average in my work, mentoring new entrants into my field, rising above consumerism, popular in my peer group, successful, and very very honest.
After two books, I found NO ONE ELSE thinks so. I did not know myself.
‘Know thyself’ and self realisation are what all religions preach.
India’s new God, glittering Black
Someone has been really creative to write this post…… I am only republishing it.Thanks Anonymous.
Dear Black Money,
I am your weaker sibling, white. How are you? I am fine here in India and I hope you are enjoying your stay in Switzerland. I am writing this letter as I have heard that you are coming back to India. Is it true ? If it is, then I will suggest you to please reconsider your decision.
Black, do you remember the days when we were together and there was no difference between you and me. We were simply, Money without any discrimination of black and white. But some corrupt politicians and cruel businessmen separated us forever. Since that day, you have
been growing in numbers and I am at the mercy of salaried employees who do not have your privilege.
People often call me No.1, but it’s you who went places- from Mauritius to Dubai to Switzerland, while I was locked in FD, Post Office or in PF. While I suffer from high rates of GST, Income Tax, , Property Tax, Entry Tax etc., you are immune to all of them.
You will be glad to know that today, there is no piece of land in India which can be sold or bought without you. You have been successful in buying MPs and also made special appearance in Parliament. Credit goes only to you Black, that today, even a government peon can become a millionaire. People here won’t accept a girl even if she is slightly black, but when it comes to money, they treat both black and white equally. Despite all this, please don’t come back from Switzerland. Black, if you come back, don’t expect to be of any help for the poor. You will again be routed in the hands of those special few on the pretext of schemes like MNREGA or Indira Awas Yojna. Instead of the wonderful lockers of Swiss banks, you will be kept hidden behind the walls, beneath the bed and sometimes, even in loos. You won’t get the privilege of cheques or credit card. In its place, you will be exchanged on the basis of Rs.10 note. Some smart peoples, called Chartered Accountants, may also force you to convert into me.
Trust me brother! Don’t come back to India because the hearts of people, here, are blacker than your colour.
Your fairer self
Modi disguised during Emergency(?)
TODAY, June 25, is the anniversary of the day when 43 years ago a power-hungry leader converted India into a jail for 19 months.
Indira Gandhi imposed Emergency in 1975 to stay on In power just because a court set aside her election as MP and barred her from becoming Prime Minister for six years..
As an Emergency victim whose newspaper was shut down, editor arrested and office occupied by the police, I left the national capital to edit a friend’s small newspaper, not accepting a ‘national’ daily’s offer. I gave an account of that fateful night in a book ‘A TOWN CALLED PENURY – the Changing Culture of Indian Journalism’. No
That a person who jailed all political leaders who were not her sycophants and committed many other atrocities just to pepetrate her dynasty, could win an election to return to power was unbelievable. But that did happen.
The sycophants chose a pilot with no administrative experience as her successor just because he belonged to the dynasty.
When he met the same fate as his mother the dynasty devotees wanted his foreign-born wife, inexperienced like him, to rule india.
And she chose to weild power without responsibilty through a dummy PM just because her own son, as dynastic successor, was too obviously unfit to rule.
That the valiant Sikh state of Punjab would elect a party which sent the Army into the sacred Golden temple and make an ex-Captain of the same Army the Chief Minister sounded aqually impossible. But that is exactly what happened.
So it is certain that a Congress chief who was referred to as Pappu and who competed with himself to make ridiculous statements would one day become the Prime Minister of India.
Caste, appeasement and bank politics show we are all dynasty devotees who like to be ruled by Rajas.
We refuse to learn the lessons of history and are condemned to repeat them.
(Written on phone)