Sunday, 20 April 2014

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Articles Written by K S Muralidharan. 

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Saturday, 19 April 2014

Dear Bollywood: Fake secularism can’t feed 100 crore Indian poor.

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 III!
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 the burqa of 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 when Dev Anand bravely 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 ordinary people of India have 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 the Muslims for 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 in free 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 the kar sevaks burnt 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 or Imtiaz Ali are 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.
Written by K S Muralidharan.
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Sunday, 6 April 2014

The Immortal Soul.

                            He Came. 
  He Saw.
  He Conquered.

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 unimaginable.              

Death?  A Painful Feeling.
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 these years.
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.


Written By Vishal Aryan Komara.
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Friday, 7 February 2014

The Honest Skivvy.

Do they EXIST?

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.

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Thursday, 6 February 2014


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 knew that….

Written by K S Murli

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Wednesday, 5 February 2014

The Man-made contrivance.

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.

Written by Vishal Aryan Komara.

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