It ain't over till the fat lady sings

What a roller coaster ride the ruling dispensation had in Indian politics for the last five years or so. Brashness and arrogance got redefined while humility was almost contempt. Prime ministerial body language and actions were heralded as the much needed fill up for the economy and for the country’s foreign relations.

Every day we were told to interpret words and meanings differently, and those who thought they knew better were made to grind the dust. New words were coined such as Urban Maoist. Anyone who even had a single vein in support was vilified and shredded beyond one’s own imagination.

Rights got stomped and stamped over and over again. Ideas that were alien were embraced quicker and more fondly by the new generation, and everyone found that added new vigor in their lives. Every step seemed bouncier and dominating- nay intimidating.

Lies were repeated in a manner so profound that truth ran for cover. Many of us lapped these lies as universal and gospel truth and in a manner a cat would her milk, so much so that we started to sing halleluiahs in support. Defiance and boldness were things of the past. Now the new India was domineering and everything that lay in its past was kicked aside with gay abandon.

Important institutions and people fell over each other to proclaim support to views that were stunningly pre historic and lacked scientific credence. Why even science was mocked and booed into submission. People started telling us how we were once a great civilization where plastic surgery, rockets, missiles, etc. were prevalent, manufactured and used in abundance for the world to learn from us and gain progress.

Rockets that we sent could never fail, it had to land on all four though in a tilted position. This fact we learned from the head of our space mission, a man we cling to for every word of our space progress. It is another thing that this Lander in a tilted version has since not been seen by the orbiter or by NASA’s roving eye on the moon.

Rapists and looters would be anointed clean and holy once they joined a particular political front. Our only inhibition was with a particular religious community and a neighbouring country. Everything that kept us back and hindered our progress was because of these two hunches. The mess we are in is because our founding forefathers could not thing right, why even the constitution was a document that is flawed and needs correction very soon.

The amount of money spent on foreign visits and the numerous instances of foreign travel by the head of government cries out for attention. Funny then, that some people have termed our Prime Minster as the first NRI Prime Minister the country has ever had since he is seen less in our country than overseas. The little occasions he is seen in our country he is busy campaigning for his political outfit as if he is the head of his party and not that of the country.

We are now more prone to speaking our thoughts rather than listening to people’s pulses. It has been established that he conquers wherever he goes and whatever he sets his sight on, is his for the asking. Utterances overseas are drafted to discredit the opposition. He does not like the word opposition; to ideas, to his thinking; his words, or even as a political outfit that is deemed as a necessary democratic tool.

Anyone who does not adhere to this fixed line deserves to be annihilated from history books. Even history books need to be rewritten- rewritten from MY perspective not OURS. It is necessary for history to be rewritten because then only the young will be patriotic. History has to be rewritten so that we are hailed as the greatest nation that every lived on this planet, even though we may have lost our soul as a nation in the process.

Farmers can tear their hair since they do not constitute much to the growth of this country. Any growth had to be shepherded by the big guns in the industry for whom the red carpet is brushed and kept ready every day. Their misdemeanors are pardoned and their sins wiped clean off the slate. Figures that were in the red turn black almost instantly overnight at the stroke of a dictate.

Unemployment is something that we can do without only if the youth looked at so many alternative avenues for employment. Watching your father cut hair in a saloon is also employment since you are employed in a time consuming manner. The monitoring authorities have got their figures wrong so they should not be published. Imagine the country’s misfortune at having had these morons for the last seventy years.

Employment relates to time spent not gainful occupation. If you are able to spend your time while daylight prevails you are employed doesn’t matter if you have been fiddling with the keys on your smart phone or whether you gain anything out of this venture or even if the gain translates to nothing. And why does everyone talk about money?

Wasn’t money demonetized to make way for our overall progress? What is two basis points fall in GDP so long as it caters to ones flawed thinking. Insistence on this thinking may get us into a corner, but that’s all right we have waited for seventy years to put this thinking into practice; now is our time and please do not fret, what is all this hullabaloo, even China is facing tough times.

We will win the world not by mathematics, not by plotting facts and figures but by sheer nationalism. Hard work and working the facts is a distant second to jingoism. We shall brook no interference to this methodology. We will insist on putting people behind bars and working the courts to ensure that they remain there as long as possible, because we don’t like opposition. This way we are able to put the fear of being singled out, into the opposition.

We have won elections over and over again; in fact we have taken the dumb population for granted. It is not the population who decides but our strategy and policies with a touch of manipulative practices for the betterment of the people. If people were to decide for themselves why are we there? What are we trying to achieve? Anything the population wants must stem out of our ideas, they cannot have theirs because they are not as accomplished as we are, as our thinking.

But hey what is this? What has become of our election machinery? Our apt thinking, our well oiled electioneering mechanisms, our pointed quotes our brazenness, our brashness rolled into a magic balm for the populace. Why have we fared below expectations, what has become of our targets?

Has the people awakened from their slumber, are they contesting our decisions and our inheritance? Our outstanding provocations- all because they are not finding jobs, not being able to sustain, but isn’t that the price we must pay to achieve a five trillion economy?

Has the opposition slowly started to get up on their feet, have they been able to withstand the onslaught of our talent, haven’t we been able to stamp out every shoot of the mighty Congress party as promised?

Well, hold your horses for it ain’t over till the fat lady sings.

Pangs of love

Pangs of love

Kerala is flush with news of the Koodathai serial murders where a lady is accused of murdering six of her own family members and that of her extended family. Amidst boos and catcalls the lady is taken out to gather evidence. Reporters have dug deep into the sequence of events and one aspect that stands out is the reluctance of immediate family members to allow a post mortem on the dead.

I can understand creating obstacles where one fears the truth will come out but what do we say to the mother of the child who had died and even upon insistence by authorities she was reluctant to let go of the dead body and wanted the whole body without a post mortem to moan. Later events teach us that had she allowed a post mortem she herself and others would have lived as the truth would have been out earlier.

Why did the mother act the way she did? Because she could not bear to see her child being torn up and stitched together. But would she have witnessed this act of post mortem- Possibly not. Then why was she worried about the baby being incised during post mortem - pangs of love?

Now let us cut across from the story and the mother in the above incident and reflect on our own lives. How many of us are willing to sign up for organ donation? I can see a few hands creeping up but even they are forcibly pulled down by well meaning loved ones. This is the predicament we face today. Most of us are not willing to be donors after death. Remember our organs can be successfully harvested within a time frame after death.

We all die and have ourselves planted six feet underground or burned in crematoriums with all our organs intact. The miserly attitude shows even as we destroy the body along with the organs that could have been easily transplanted to people who are waiting to die for want of organs. Imagine the number of blind people we meet and come across in our daily lives. We will most honorably escort a blind person to cross the road or walk them clear of obstacles but we would not be willing to sign to donate our cornea to this very same person after death.

To be able to donate organs you must be able to get rid of the love pangs that keep throbbing inside you and think of a wonderful tomorrow when one’s own organs or that of your relatives will be instilling life in other people’s lives and homes. It is not only the beneficiary who benefits but a large number of relatives and friends who surge around this person.

You may not be able to see it yourself but your organs will experience it during this life time. You are living a second life even after you are gone. It is the same with any person who dies with healthy body organs. But more often than not we religiously follow the rituals and dispose of the dead without thinking of the living people that you dispose of along with the dead.

Some people may not be able to see a body without  eyes but in death the eyes are shut and no one will know if the cornea is removed or not. The same goes for other organs in the body. Every dead is fully clothed or draped from neck to toe as prescribed by religion or rituals and what one gets to see is only the face. Why then are we reluctant to extract life out of the dead?

Once we all pledge to donate our organs, hands that had crept up will never be pulled down, post mortem on future bodies will be done willfully and lives can be saved, people will experience the joy of living long after they are gone and this world will be more beautiful with the addition of former handicapped people turning whole through your act of charity. Let’s move in that direction and dispel the pangs of love to create a joyful existence to the otherwise doomed.

"Lin-ching"

“Lin-Ching”

The other day an important functionary in the present government – (I purposefully say functionary in the present government because this gentleman and the association he represents have a bear grip in the functioning of the present government in India)- To carry forward the intent of this write up, and as I was referring to the important functionary in his customary address to his followers on Vijay Dashmi day declared that “Lin-Ching” was a western concept and unknown to Indians though Indians have been associated with it for ages in the history of this great Indian Republic.

I was confused and therefore looked up Google to verify this claim and indeed I found out that the Ching surname originated in the Cantonese region present day China. Therefore to say that Lin Ching was foreign does not seem far from the truth.

First with what I found out of its Chinese descent on Google- “As a surname, Ching may refer to Ching. A Cantonese Romanization of the Chinese surname Cheng. Ching, chng or ch’ng, a Minnan Romanization of the Chinese surname Zhuang. Ching an English surname originating from Devon and Cornwall.”

Now to its English origins - Ching is also a twisted version of the English word chine and here I am quoting Google information – “The name Ching comes from when the family lived near a crevice, chasm, or canyon. Further research revealed that the name is derived from the Old English word chine, that comes from the Old English word "cinu," meaning fissure, or chasm. The surname meant "dweller by the ravine."

So there is no doubt that Ching is not “desi” in character but a foreign element injected into our system by all those scheming and corrupt men who ruled over us and painstakingly robbed us of our character and thereby our greatness.

Now about Lin- remember Ching rhymes only with the prefix- Lin, therefore it is used as a first name in the same way that we would use a Mohammed before an Ahlaq, or a Junaid and a Pehlu before another surname or a Tabrez before Ansari or the like.

Now therefore to get justice for Ahlaq, Pehlu, Junaid or Tabrez and many more we will have to take the Chinese or the English to the International court of justice because the act though perpetrated in our country, the origins lie elsewhere outside and in foreign lands. We are reluctant participants in the greater scheme of things originated by and from across the oceans.

No wonder then the courts and witnesses do a full shakeup almost like a belly dancer the moment the matter reaches its doorsteps. Rules and surmises are turned and twisted to extract the required outcomes. The result being that the conclusions of heinous crimes are written in law journals only in a manner that reflects our flawed judicial network.

Next time you want justice remember to park yourself before the International court of justice because anything that is self critical cannot be in our grain and anything that is wrong within us must obviously be a corruption of foreign bodies that infest our wholly sanctified and religious self.

We have been the purest, perfect and the most potent beings that ever traversed on the surface of this earth and that in a way reflects in the statement made by this great functionary.

Long live that race and that rashtra-

10th October 2019