Tuesday, November 3, 2015




I have a theory. All the self-proclaimed intellectuals may discuss this in TV studios with rancorous anchors. The theory is that those who hop from one Studio to the other to declare that there is lot of intolerance around when all the world is dancing in peace must have suffered abusive, envious or unhappy childhood. There is one famous quote that says "Intolerance starts from home, not from heart"  Shakespeare, in his most famous romantic comedy states thus. This is about happiness in adversity.

"Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing."

I do not know much about others but I know the life of Nayantara Sehgal, who has started all this balderdash about intolerance. She has been extremely intolerant and envious of Indira. She has maintained this through out her life. If we study lives of others too, we may find some link somewhere to the highly disturbed childhood in many of the #AwardWapsiGang. I will try to do this in case they continue their whimsicality post Bihar polls.  The moot question remains, " What is the role of Sonia and gang in all this balderdash? Is it their paranoia that sooner than they have expected ax may fall on the dynasty, as SIT investigation into black money is moving fast and no information is leaking as it has been happening during their regime?" Time will tell.

Let us ignore that part. In Telugu there is one private song which when translated says, "Daughter in Law sans Mother in Law is pure and and Mother In Law sans Daughter In law is prudent." But it is a hypothetical situation. Intolerance in any society lives with tolerance as the duo of in-laws have to live. One-off stray incidents can not be considered as extreme intolerance to save corrupt elements from prosecution. Let us imagine a hypothetical situation where one of the #AwardWapsiGang has a grandson. He may go and  ask the grandmother, "Dadee! Why did you return your award?" She replies that there is lot of intolerance around and hence she has had to act.  The child may say, "Dadee! I know now, why grand father returned to his Heaven so early". Sometimes things boomerang on great intellectuals too.

Have you ever wondered that intellect is not the sole USP of writers, historians, poets, scientists, film makers, film artists, inked-faces, blackened faces, terrorists, fundamentalists, ISIS guys etc.,? If any of these can not save his or her life in a dangerous situation their so-called intellect is waste. Sometimes, a commoner may use more brains than the greatest intellectuals. (Real or Pseudo). Read this story.

A Professor was traveling by boat. He asked the sailor.

"Do you know Biology, Zoology, Ecology, Geography, Physiology?

The sailor said no to all his questions.

Professor said, "What the hell do you know on earth? You will die of illiteracy." (Like our Arun Shourie who has mocked all that they have not read a book for twenty years)

After a while the boat started sinking. The Sailor asked the Professor, "Do you know Swimmology and Escapology from Sharkology?' 

The Professor Said "No".

The Sailor said "Well, Sharkology and Crocodology will eat your Assology, Headology and you will dieology because of your Mouthology.

In essence, the Walkology and Talkology from Scriptology can not save the Damdalogy from his Sinnology. Hopefully, the President tells this story to Sonia and Son.

One must be satisfied with what one got or what one snatched by manipulations. These artists and writers must have kept quiet after an age when their brains start thinking in the reverse. Instead at ages 80, 81,82,83,84,85,86,87 they want a say in the affairs of governance. It is not their cup of tea and the storm they create in the tea cup may spill over their faces burning them. Read this story of greed from my relation, Ramalinga's fables.

When Ramaling was part of Bhuvana Vijayam, the Royal Mother fell seriously ill. No medication could cure the illness. She called Rayalu one day and said, "I will not live long. I have a last wish. I want to eat a mango fruit." It was not mango season. Rayalu sent army to all places for at least one fruit but the exercise was futile. The Royal Mother died without her last wish being fulfilled. After ceremonies were over, the King called the Astrologers and asked them how to atone his sin. They suggested that all Brahmans in the Kingdom be presented with a golden mango. The distribution started like SA awards. Long queues were seen outside King's palace daily. Brahmans started to come again and again as there was no indelible ink then. The gold in the chest was vanishing fast. The Minister, Timmarusu, was worried. He asked Ramalinga for a solution.

Next day, Ramalinga sat at Court gates. He called each Brahman and told this story."My mother, while dying, asked me one last wish. That was to put a hot iron rod on her hand, so she can remember me in Heaven. I told Rayalu this and he agreed that he would give as many mangoes as the blisters on the hands of the Brahmans." The first Brahman had three blisters and demanded three mangoes from the King. King was shocked. Then the Minister told that his charity was making the coffers empty and that Ramalinga had rescued. Rayalu stopped distribution of doles.

I suggest to the Government to put a full stop to all awards except for bravery and have a Ramalinga in their camp to counter the opposition onslaught cleverly without giving Media a chance to spread venom. Hope they will hear saner voices.

These pseudo intellectuals should note that there is a time when they should start singing. If they sing

There is intolerance,
Hence,I am intolerant,
I was a coward,
When all were corrupt,
Now, nation is pure,
I am unsure,
I return award,
As I am a beef-head!

Read this and connect it with the story of the writers, historians, film makers, film artists, scientists, disgruntled leaders, IT honchos, anchors, terrorists, fundamentalists, Lalus, Sonias, and ISIS guys who see intolerance everywhere except in their pens and guns.

A farmer was sitting in the neighborhood bar getting drunk. A man came in and asked the farmer, "Hey, why are you sitting here on this beautiful day, getting drunk?" The farmer shook his head and replied, "Some things you just can't explain."
"So what happened that's so horrible?" the man asked as he sat down next to the farmer.
"Well," the farmer said, "today I was sitting by my cow, milking her. Just as I got the bucket full, she lifted her left leg and kicked over the bucket."
"Okay," said the man, "but that's not so bad." "Some things you just can't explain," the farmer replied. "So what happened then?" the man asked. The farmer said, "I took her left leg and tied it to the post on the left."
"And then?"
"Well, I sat back down and continued to milk her. Just as I got the bucket full, she took her right leg and kicked over the bucket."
The man laughed and said, "Again?" The farmer replied, "Some things you just can't explain." "So, what did you do then?" the man asked.
"I took her right leg this time and tied it to the post on the right."
"And then?"
"Well, I sat back down and began milking her again. Just as I got the bucket full, the stupid cow knocked over the bucket with her tail."
"Hmmm," the man said and nodded his head. "Some things you just can't explain," the farmer said.
"So, what did you do?" the man asked.
"Well," the farmer said, "I didn't have anymore rope, so I took off my belt and tied her tail to the rafter. In that moment, my pants fell down and my wife walked in ... Some things you just can't explain."

If you can link the story with the stories of intellectuals, you will win an hour "With Barkha Show" on NDTV.