Mass media and social media went after
the Shiv Sena, all guns blazing. Folks on Twitter were sweating hard to come up
with new metaphors. ‘Stained the nation black’ wouldn’t do, it’s much too trite,
best left to television anchors. And of course, everything was quickly forgotten,
as is the case with our ultra busy media. Forgotten faster than the time diligent
sisters at Harkisandas Hospital took to unstain Shri Kulkarni, if not the
nation.
The question no one asks whenever the
Sena boys go wild is this: Why do they indulge in such nefarious deeds? If
people cared to ask, they’d figure there is a perfectly rational answer for it,
and therefore such deeds will find periodic occurrence. The Sena needs to make
its presence felt now and then, and Pakistani politicians and artistes become
easy meat (not beef!). They have known for the longest time that street tamasha
goes down rather nicely with their core voters, and therefore it’s an effective
strategy. Their voters don’t get much impressed by pot-hole free roads or
collected garbage, and definitely not by the prospect of a breezy Mumbai night
life. They want the Sena men to flex muscles at real and imaginary enemies,
this is their way of outsourcing glory. Thing is, if you don’t fear the Sena,
their party is pooped. Bal Thackeray knew this pretty well, and so does his equally
feisty nephew, Raj. Uddhav and son, both essentially chilled out guys, have
tried their best to do cool stuff, but it hasn’t worked. And so the dadagiri
must go on.
Once we get this, hyperventilating
will stop in the media the next time the ink bottle is opened. So then what must
restless tweeters do? Nothing. Sit back, tighten the seat belt, and enjoy the
tamasha. And hope you are not on the stage when it happens.
Er, what about the cash?
Upset with the government’s ‘communal
politics’, more and more laureates are busy returning their Sahitya Academi
awards, as a mark of protest. The question is: Is this activity giving the
prime minister sleepless nights? Is it making him turn secular? I doubt it.
He’s got four more years in office, this is not the time to worry about awards
being returned, or fret over polarization activities being conducted by his ‘fringe’
pals. Being a good Gujju, it’s time to collect air miles, do as much tourism as
possible (with khakhra packets as carry-on baggage), and get some selfies shot
with the likes of Zuckerberg (and keep an eye on the ‘likes’ meter). He will
worry about mundane stuff from back home in the last six months in the grand
office. And by the way, the Sahitya plaque comes along with a cash prize.
Wonder if the peeved writers are returning the moolah, too.
Bar blues
Dance bar girls won’t be back in
business anytime soon, the Maharashtra government wants to continue to keep the
music turned off. This despite the SC shooting out an order in the girls’
favour. I am not sure how many of them were selling their bodies post the dance
show, it is likely that some were. What we definitely know is that once the
shutters came down on the bars for good, thousands of bar girls had to ‘graduate’
to prostitution, to support the lifestyle they had become accustomed to, and to
feed multiple mouths back home. Although it must be said that during the sting
operation I did for Mid Day in the year 2005, immediately after the bars were
closed down, none of the bar balas agreed to sleep with me, ouch! Here’s a link
to that sad story.
Maahi’s lost (and found) mojo
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