The blasts in Delhi on Deepavali eve should have been the last straw, but even ten days after that blatant and brutal assault on India, the tendency of our rulers is to wish it away, or rather wash it away, as just one of those usual accidents.
Author: T R Jawahar
The phrase ‘Hindu mythology’ is a misnomer, invented by muddled or motivated minds. The fact that modern archaelogical tools or anthropological studies are inadequate to reach out to those distant times does not make the characters or events in Hindu ‘History’ just myths.
This was one anniversary that was best forgotten but alas, the worst is now on public parade. Memories of Veerappan should have been interred with him, but a group of overzealous ‘Tamil champions’ have sought to resurrect him by exhuming his life and times. And they have sung his glory without regard to his gory trail of blood and mayhem.
Beauty and the beast. Nature has both these mani-festations, but of late one only gets to see the latter the most. Recent quake is the latest addition to the long line of disasters that nature has left in its wake just in the past year.
Bedlam. Pandemonium. Tumult. Furore. Noisy scenes. One automatically associates these words with Pavlovian penchant to Parliament of India, the cosy habitat of that elite and exclusive club called People’s Reps.
As elections draw closer our politicos get into a frantic race for cornering issues. Inevitably all old wines too get repackaged in the melee. Vintage Tamil is perhaps the oldest wine available and little wonder that the neo-champions of the language, all the usual suspects minus the most prominent one, hit the streets recently with all the might that they could muster.
Tamilnadu’s tryst with tinsel town appears to have been sealed for posterity. With yet another adventurer from Kollywood launching his political party, there is nary any sign of the stardust settling down in this action-packed political theatre.
An independent media is of ten touted as the true barometer of a mature democracy. On that count, despite sustained attempts by various forces, the press in India has largely managed to retain its freedom and emerged unscathed.
Onions and Unions have this common habit of bringing tears to one’s eyes when cut up. But while in the case of onions the tears are worth the trouble, the latter can never justify the hardship that they routinely pose to the citizenry.