Tuesday, June 28, 2016

When politics sounds good for a change !

Was not surprised to see hard nosed critics melting. It is difficult not to be able to believe that he is working. He has gone beyond the threshold of having to work to convince his opponents. He is truly there. In the nirvana of true politics. Where politics is not inclusive of conniving and scheming tactics. Where politics actually means governance.
Where his ego does not restrict him to still seek a cuppa of tea with his detractors. He feels no compulsion to bad mouth our neighbours to make some quick brownie points. He is clear in his support for the civilian government and the need to be cautious of other 'actors'. He smiles away accolades of his appreciated speech in the US Congress. He talks of a unified world. He almost reminds of being a man heading towards achieving enlightenment in politics.
He understands the maturity of voters who maturely vote for who they as their separate benefactors for the state and the country. He warns and chides wilful defaulters that he is losing his patience with people who do not pay taxes. He needs the money to save the poor. He appreciates states governance irrespective of affiliation.
A level of maturity in a statesman or a politician last seen during the freedom struggle we think. You cannot get more genuine than this. Hear him out if you have the patience to worry about a country that we as countrymen owe responsibility to, in equal measure.
Arnab proves that he usually pretends to be a noisy irksome journalist as he engraves the PM in soft glory that he so rightfully deserves.
A man heading steadily towards the Nobel peace Prize !

Friday, June 24, 2016

Yawnliens

Just staggered out. I mean like it is difficult to walk steady immediately after sleeping through lot of light and sound . Disturbing sleep. Luckily had the jacket on. So did not feel the intense cold.

You understand it happens when you experience wholesale bunkum. Figure challenged aliens who take two decades to figure out they were annoyed with the president of their favorite western nation and decide to revisit again with their entire clumsy selves and 2mn tons of garbage aluminium with cheap LEDs pretending to be sophisticated technology .

The various states of heads are annoyed in varying degrees except for the heads of the most powerful nation in the world of course who take it upon themselves to pilot smaller aluminium junkyards and save the world .

Meanwhile the Boy Scout club with their favorite girlfriends from diverse countries play video games in greenish blue light

Finally the clumsy alien has to collapse in a heap more due to sheer boredom than the pixelated lights and frenzied background music .
I caught all of this in between 10000 winks of sleep and 752 morsels of pop corn. It was too salty though but I did count .

I think it's time for an alienexit! Yawn !

Thursday, June 2, 2016

"I am a poor man Sir " The TV stories

A young man is in the limelight on the stage. Dramatic performance and exhibition of talent. The music reaches a crescendo and he finishes the act with a finesse. The judges stand up applauding.
One of the judges makes the usual effusive comments of praise. The participant is assured of greater success ahead. And then comes the bolt from the blue .
" What does your family do? "
The participant's expression suddenly alters. The music orchestra which has been recently chided for not giving their money's worth picks the cue and goes into a horrifying version of Tchaikovsky sad symphony and the participant wrinkles up his face to emote.
" We are from a very poor family, Sir"
The judge is intrigued and is baying for the kill
Judge : " Really how poor? "
" Very poor sir / madam . I am their only hope"
Judge : " Oh do you get food to eat, do you walk like 20 kms to draw water from the well ? do you ..blah blah ...( thinking up of all the drudgery that he thinks makes up for a poor mans life)
In the background the director of the show is chewing up his nails. He wants those tears . Come on you punks ..Cry. The participant accedes and bawls
'Pan pan' ...the director screams at the editor and the cameramen. 'Take tight very very tight closeups. I want a bloody high resolution pics of those tear drops. The TRP has to go through the roof'
An Assistant director creeps upto the director " Sir the judge is sobbing too"
" What ? " the director gasps " You paid her extra too . we don't have those budgets ! "
Asst Director " No sir they seem to be genuine...but he may ask for the dough later "
Back on the stage the participant is describing his degrees of gareebi / poverty picking up as much footage the director thinks is required for the Sobs to up the TRP.
The judge is sobbing " Gosh...You are really damn poor. Go on young man . I am sure you will rise in this competition and make us all cry even...er sorry ....happy even more. I can see you in the finals already "
The TV viewers too are all watching eyes misty.
Show over ! everyone dabs their eyes and go back to their Ipads.
Seriously how much poverty is there in the world. Had it not been for these reality shows. Never would have known.