For a very long we watched the mild mannered PM in anticipation, hoping for the moment when the barely heard PM will break his silence on issues of significance. Once he did speak on the matter of food grain rotting in government Godowns, when the courts x same out with scathing observation. Not with regret, or sorrow or remorse, but with righteous arrogance as he told the courts to stay off the turf of governance. Another time he spoke was to admonish his countrymen as schoolkids when they questioned his silence on cwg scam questioning their impatience in the face of massive corruption.
He rarely speaks but when he does, it is with such bad pretext and such hurtful connotation that it is hard to believe his mild manners are for real. every time the first attempt is to question the motive of those who question, then to mumble some thing incomprehensible and then exposed, hitting back arrogantly.The same pattern we see in the western funding he raised regarding NGO protesting nuclear plant.He says as he immediately sets off his police to explore, the same police which is never able to find truth in cash for vote in nuclear deal. Don't we see a cold calculative mind at work cleverly camouflaged in mild scholarly demeanour. Can we have no better future than to near it and bear only one person in the list of exempted people from security check on airports by name, who kind of threatened entering politics.Do that take us for idiots ready to suffer fools? Do we really want him to speak?
Picture Courtesy- GettyImages I am an only child, though not a child anymore. My childhood went in search of friendships outside the home, and waiting for the evening to come by to immerse into those rare moments of camaraderie. Our days, the Pre-Appu childhood, was largely supervised by our parents. I do not much remember visiting my friend’s place in childhood. Much unlike my daughter and her friends who keep meeting up in their homes. My friends were kids of my father’s colleagues and we met when they met. Friendships were formed and finished in the children park. The interspersed period of loneliness was filled up by books. It was from Comics to pocket-books to Geeta Press to even, Indian Classics like Ramayana and Mahabharata . They filled up my days of solitude with rare happiness. I was called introvert and adults left me alone. It was an arrangement which we both liked. There was no other arrangement in the view. For some reasons, parents those days did not appr...
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