This game has restarted even before the election whistle was sounded. But in contrast to what the title suggests, this is rarely played in that idyllic and aptly tear-shaped island, but in TN, a bomb’s throw or gunshot hearing distance away. A parallel arena is Indian judiciary.
Author: T R Jawahar
The activists who called for the break-up of India and glorified terrorist Afzal Guru lay claim to a different idea of nationhood. Indeed we are curious!
Of all activisms, Left activism is the most pointless. Every other agitation may have some purpose or rationale, but the Red flag has never heralded anything of worth. Even the changes or ‘revolutions’ credited to it in various countries have eventually collapsed or ended in chaos. Communism itself comes with a commitment to combust and wither away.
St Valentine’s caricatured face can’t be even remotely related to romance. The legend is even hazy, but it has stuck and even spread to these parts. But I am invoking him now only as a metaphor of the times, just in case some sena misunderstands me. Ink on my facade would spoil my chances on Feb 14!
Nothing brings alive an opposition Indian politico as a corpse does. Though any dead person can be resurrected for political points, those from minorities or depressed classes top the charts as ripe for picking. Our secular and social milieu ordains thus.
Fortune magazine in an article entitled ‘The Last BRIC standing’ has this to say: Under the leadership of PM Narendra Modi, India is doing what its once-celebrated cohorts in the emerging-markets bloc can no longer seem to do: emerge.
As I write, the serpent planets Rahu and Ketu are shifting houses. Though shadows of Earth and Moon, their movement, which is only in the reverse unlike other grahas, is of great astrological importance, like all others.
Not just Mrs and Mr Aamir Khan, but a whole lot of Indians (and a foreigner-family) have reason to feel insecure and/or leave India. Here is a roll call of a few players in the tolerance-intolerance roulette:
In a full year of events just December dominates, with the rest eleven evaporating into oblivion. The lasting, lingering memory of 2015 would be the devastating deluge. Now, how can a committed column not take the easy way out by resorting to some wet cliches and rhetoric to highlight all happenings too? Here we go with the favoured flavour of the season: Flood.