Saturday, November 14, 2015


MEDIA WARS- SECOND PART. THE GAME OF THE FOUR PILLARS- నాలుగు స్తంభాలాట

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I closed the earlier part of my blog with this riddle on relationships. The author closes the short snippet with a statement "I am my own grandpa" . It is a riddle we usually do not find in real life.

Many many years ago when I was twenty three, I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be. This widow had a grown-up daughter Who had hair of red. My father fell in love with her, And soon the two were wed. This made my dad my son-in-law And changed my very life. My daughter was my mother, For she was my father's wife. To complicate the matters worse, Although it brought me joy, I soon became the father Of a bouncing baby boy. My little baby then became A brother-in-law to dad. And so became my uncle, Though it made me very sad. For if he was my uncle, Then that also made him brother To the widow's grown-up daughter Who, of course, was my stepmother. Father's wife then had a son, Who kept them on the run. And he became my grandson, For he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother And it makes me blue. Because, although she is my wife, She's my grandmother too. If my wife is my grandmother, Then I am her grandchild. And every time I think of it, It simply drives me wild. For now I have become The strangest case you ever saw. As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!



But politics is a different game. Here relationships sprout on barren lands and relationships disconnect on greener pastures. One may be his be own grandpa and one's own undertaker at the same time. None knows. If you narrate the above riddle to a Sonia, to a Lalu or to a Nitish you will get an answer, how one can be one's grandpa. Nitish was the son of Socialist Party. He was brother of Lalu Prasad Yadav, as he too was a Socialist son. These two brothers wooed a common bride, Bihar. Lalu sang "Yadavon Ka Barat" song that was super hit in 1990. Nitish who sang a Kurmi song was left high and dry by the bride and left it to his Karma. By 2005 tables turned on the Barat of Lalu. The bride was left high and dry as green grass was swallowed by the inimitably corrupt Lalu. Fear gripped the bride. Sons and daughters migrated to other lands. There, they faced immense hardships under language bigots, who could not digest so many outsiders sharing their Thali. So they were named Hindu Taliban (Thali Ban, rather) by the intellectuals whose intellect got perverted to thinking that all Hindus were terrorists but terrorism had no religion. In February, 2005 the marriage function was fixed. A new groom entered the picture. And the bride got confused and refused to marry any but remain a "married bachelor" like Rahul. (Only Bachelor is for Rahul, whether married or not you can ask his wife).

Nitish, who till then considered BJP as outside his clan and blamed them as outright communal accepted their brotherhood. After all, Bihar was a beautiful  bride. He cant leave it high and dry.And the whole clan of earlier family migrated. It was easier to live-in with the bride without jungle animals roaming. Bihar divorced Lalu, married Nitish with BJP acting as younger brother doing all house hold chores whereas Bihar and Nitish enjoyed honeymoon. But Nitish got suspicious that his bride started wooing the younger brother due to his hard work.So, he restored his relationship with his estranged brother, who digested all green grass by that time. For this he wooed Aunt sonia, who helped fix the match. All the three blamed the estranged brother as Hindu Taliban. The bride, fearing survival, accepted the three-some as grooms. Now, what is Lalu to Bihar? Nitish to Bihar? Lalu to Nitish? BJP to Nitish?? BJP to Bihar? Is Sonia Bihari or Bahari. Meantime, I get news many are planning to migrate to the Thali Ban land as they fear for their survival.  So, goes on the story of a bride and four grooms! Ask Lalu, he will solve the riddle. He knows both Tihar and Bihar well.

Now, let us go back to the main content of the blog. So, after the Tsunami called Modi hit them below the belt, all the Thali Khans (eaters, nothing to do with Khans, related to Khana) got Ass Pain, flew to Aspen. A conspiracy of sorts was sought to be unleashed on this trip  and similar trips, it was reported by an expert Journalist in The Sunday Guardian. The modus operandi is reportedly like this. Create an one-off disturbance. Manage an one-off riot. Create a hype around it. Use Media, that is no more allowed in the corridors of power. Use the so called uncivil civil society. Use the ultra Left Wing pseudo intellectuals who were enjoying the cozy comforts of rich life style, thanks to Government patronage hitherto and who lost on the same now, use corrupt, criminal, convicted politicos on bail to form unholy alliances, create panic in people and see they vote more out of fear of reprisals than out of love to the convicts. Use the highly educated but pervert intellectuals Aks, PKs, GKs etc.,to help them out, throw as much money as possible (after all, it is ill-gotten wealth) and see that the Government at the Centre finds it difficult to proceed with its legislative agenda. If any incident that happened in connivance or with the help of these elements, see Media blocked it. It was all very well-scripted.  


It was well-scripted. True!  It hit the target too. But soon it may boomerang, more so with a pro-active governance model in place. Somethings go unquestioned till questions arise when the noise becomes shriller.

“A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.

But first, while moving in a circle, it hits its target.

So does gossip.”



Is it not true? Now, we have RUMOR MEDIA in urban centers

Back in good olden days we used to have RURAL MEDIA that
 
was doing the exact job that our suit-boot clad anchors,
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sources, editors and talk show hosts do day in and day out.  

For example read this anecdote or joke or funny story. 

In a village in Andhra Pradesh State, there used to be a cranky Frank, a convert for lure of money. He had a bi-cycle. In the same village, there used to stay a beautiful young rich widow.  As the cranky Frank who had no work but play pranks like our #AwaardWapsiGangs, used to park his bicycle everyday in front of the beautiful young lady's gate. One old widow, who had unfulfilled desires in her life because her husband was afraid to come near her in view of her foot in her mouth, used to grumble like our Gang of Four (Dustha Chatustayam) that the young, beautiful widow was engaging the youth. Got the point? This grumbling grew shriller by the day and rumor mills ran 24x7 like our Media. Sources had field day. 

But, suddenly one fine morning the cranky Frank who plays pranks parked his bicycle in front of the gate of the grumbling old woman, who had a beautiful young, unmarried daughter waiting for Prince Rahul, to one day take a decision on marriage.  The issue boomeranged.

The issue boomeranged just as it boomeranged in the case of Hardik Patel. Read the news feed of foreign news agencies, our Media sources, news papers you will shockingly find a reference to this pervert young guy as "Booming Politician". Truth is he did not join politics but went behind bars like a politician. He was the first trial case for the cranky Franks who played a dangerous prank and got caught. Those who supported him started slowly ditching him. He created ripples in the otherwise serene water pond, called India Under Modi. It was short-lived, rather boomeranged too early.

So, they took to more crooked methods.  Human lives were sacrificed at the altar of crooked Politics. Why should all this have happened. The small animals as well as big animals ran helter skelter when the lion roared and they found it difficult to congregate at one place.  So, jackals and foxes were back in business. What happened then? Please be reading.


SATYAMEVA JAYATHE

ओम् भद्रं कर्णेभिः शृणुयाम देवाः ।
भद्रं पश्येमाशभिर्यजत्राः ॥
om bhadraṁ karṇebhiḥ śṛṇuyāma devāḥ |
bhadraṁ paśyemāśabhir-yajatrāḥ ||
Oh Gods,
may we hear Good with our ears, |
may we see Good with our eyes,
when we carry out the sacrifice. ||