Sorry Kerala, it is your motto, but right now our banana republic has handed over this entire nation into the hands of babajis, terror accused and musclemen. I think we must all move to ‘God’s own country’, at least we will get to eat and drink as per our choice, not be forced into veganism or compulsorily go ghaas-phoos.
See, like I always said, the brains lie below the Vindhyas, who cares about the rest. North of the Vindhyas has forcefully asserted its right and voted for a majority government. Some of us are in the minority, but two states down south are the real rebels. If only the Thalaivar were different — but then, he has already warmed up to Modichur at Jayalalitha’s funeral. Such advance booking these actors and politicians do, by god, their experience at the box office standing them in good stead.
Forget us mere mortals, what will become of the outsourced, outspoken Raj Thackeray, I wonder. Hope he has been given a green card. Even worse is this fact — whichever constituency he campaigned, the opposition alliance candidates are trailing. By god, it will be a huge tragedy if his roar is hushed to a whisper.
Who would have thought this state would become a ‘Congress-mukt Maharashtra’? The party definitely needs to address this issue. Star leaders had fallen even before one could finish saying, ‘another one bites the dust’. May be it is a good time for this party to just say au revoir to all the sons of privileged political families and get some real, hard-working party members. Nobody would have thought the Congress would be one day reduced to the stature of the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena, with only one seat.
Poor aamchi Rangeela girl, she braved the barbs of hardcore bhakts and lost rather badly. The BJP’s Plan B alliance, led by Prakash Ambedkar, has made a considerable dent in the opposition tally. And soon, we may just find ourselves faced with pink or purple as the next happening colour and publicly shed ‘orange is the new black’.
Meanwhile, catching up with the news, such drama was going on, even Lord Shiva must have opened his third eye in horror. I would welcome all numbers and even any person to contact at Kedarnath temple. I want to book in advance for a visit, with the works — the red carpet, photographers and video cameras waiting to capture a dekko of me. Exclusive five minutes with the coolest, rock star god, Shiva. Then retire to my cave with a warm bed, sink, herbal handwash, et al. Har Har
Mahadev!
