Zionism: Judaism Perverted.

An excellent article:

http://ibn-hashim.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-zionists-occupy-two-nations-america.html

by Mohamed Khodr

The Mumbai Horrors

Mumbai. The 26th and the 27th of November, 2008.

10 locations. 12 terrorists.

The spoils of the day: 200 innocent people dead, 20 of them brave policemen and NSG commandos. And a deciding low delivered. To a nation’s faith in itself.

This is not the worst terror strike in Mumbai, at least not if the casualties are anything to go by. The Train Bombings killed almost as many and the 1993 Revenge Attacks killed at least 257. Then what is it that sets apart this attack? Makes it rise above the well…mundane terrorist attacks?

There was something eerie in those television visuals of the Taj Mahal Hotel on fire. There was something bone chillingly frightening in the smoke rising from the Trident Oberoi. There was something menacing in waking up in the morning and finding that the atrocities had still not ended.

For some reason, the Common Man in India has a decidedly fatalistic approach to life. Perhaps it has got to do with the belief in  the Karma theory that has its roots in India. Therefore when terror strikes became the order of the day, the ordinary Indian came to accept it as a part of the reality of life. Something as unavoidable as say, the overcrowded buses, the perennially late trains and monsoon road blocks. The bomb blasts always provoked shock, but by the next day a “ho gaya to ho gaya” attitude takes over and people resume their daily schedule. Contrast this to the US or the UK, where for a week following 9/11 or 26/7, ordinary life came to a halt.

Even the most Karmic chap would now think twice before staying at the Taj or Trident (if he can afford it of course!). The visual impact these attacks have made is unprecedented. Something that probably only 9/11 can rival. Even foreign news channels suspended their preset schedule and switched over to ‘Bombay’ for the live drama. The terrorists have indeed succeeded for once. They have managed to strike terror into our hearts. A terror that when these hotels, the favoured haunts of India’s rich and mighty, are so vulnerable, what defence does the common man have? A bomb blast in GK or an FC coach in Bhayander appeared rather disconnected from normal life. Ek baar ho gaya yaar! Apne saath nahi hoga. Not this time. Ye hoga! Kabhi bhi ho sakta hai. The England Cricket Team was no exception and one hears of large scale cancellations by foreign tourists, fearful that they might indeed reach a rather unwanted moksha a bit too soon.

Speaking from a strategic point of view, it is rather simplistic to say that “Itne terrorist attacks ho rahe hain! Whats the Govt. doing? Look at America! Not one attack post 9-11!” It is time that we stop comparing ourselves with America. The only reason that America is today safe from terror attacks is because of its geographical position. Natural sea defences on two sides. One of the world’s most tightly guarded borders on the South and a country in the north that can hardly act as a terror base. Al Qaida may be powerful. But then even it cannot transport explosives across the Pacific, smuggle them through strenuos checks and then transport them across a vast nation. Not so with India. A porous border with Bangladesh, an even porous one with Nepal, a non existent one with Bhutan and a barely guarded one with Myanmar. The sea here is not a defensive factor. The presence of a Pakistan or a Sri Lanka barely a 100 kms away makes the sea one of the easiest ways to smuggle in explosives. Something that was being done by smugglers since Haji Mastan and terrorists since 1993. It is humanly IMPOSSIBLE to guard from so many fronts at ALL the times. The intruders are too many, from too many sides and have ample support in India, which may be ideological or financial.

Then what can be done? Is there no way to guard against them? There is! And unfortunately THAT is the one way we never bothered taking. Intelligence.

All over the world, counter terrorist agencies rely on intelligence as a tool to pre empt terrorist strikes. Israel being a case in point (though it differs from India in the sense that the terror levels there are directly proportional to the level of oppression in the Occupied Palestine). However we in India have an intelligence apparatus that is probably the worst in the terror-threatened world. Our IB and RAW are peopled by IPS officers. None of them are given any specific training to inflitrate terror groups and find out their plans before they are executed. The ideal way to go about stopping terror attacks would be:

a) Hiring people from the community the terrorists claim to represent (i.e the Muslims). These people can then infiltrate the terrorist groups and provide necessary info. It was done by almost all countries that have successfully managed to check terror strikes (Spain-Basques, UK-The Irish). However we in India prefer to cast doubts on the loyalty of the minorities (sample Home Ministry circulars saying that Muslims should not be hired for critical tasks). By alienating such an important source of support, we are compromising all our efforts.

b) Increasing the role of the Coast Guard. There is no use keeping it as an under-financed, non specialised entity. The Coast Guard must be given the same amount of funding as is done for the other three wings of the Armed Forces. Their importance in safeguarding our coasts cannot be overstated.

c) Transparent, quick trials for terror accused. No indefinite detentions or so that will only make them present themselves as martyrs! (Sample Sadhvi Thakur)

d) Increasing general citizen awareness. Perhaps the simplest means to weed out shady characters.

These measures are not simple, but they are not short term either. Once implemented, they will go a long way in checking the growth of terror. All said and done, the individual bravery of a Hemant Karkare or Ashok Kamte is no excuse for the dickheadedness of the South Block mandarins!

Loha: The Movie

The 90s were a time of great changes in the Indian landscape. Powered by a consumer culture, the society veered off its 5000 yr old course and proceeded down a road of materialism and greed. The Underworld and the terrorists joined forces to make India “tukda tukda“. The “aish mein doobi” society was too impotent to do anything. It was then that Kanti Shah, a veritable Messiah emerged on the scene, ably supported by his lackey Bashir Babar and who else but Prabhuji Mithun Da as his patron saint.

Perhaps it would be in order to just revisit 1997 and see the kind of movies that came out that year. First we had Aflatoon, that sounds suspiciously like “patloon”. The sexual innuendos were taken further by Gupt with its immortal “kuch baatein gupt hi rehni chahiyen“. Who can forget Daud with its songs like ‘Zehreela Pyar“! To cap it all there was Pardes where Apoorva Agnihotri (no less!) tried to rape his own fiancee! To cut a long story short it was a very “bhayaanak paristhiti” with sexual mores thrown to the winds and Gunda-gardi khullam khulla.

So yeah, getting back to Loha, the panacea for the ills plaguing the Bharatiya samaaj. The movie starts with rough looking goons demanding weapons and drugs from other rough looking goons. The latter direct them all to Lukka Bhai (lit: Goon), the underworld don of Mumbai who, it is claimed, can fulfill all their demands. The scene then shifts to Lukka who is confronted by his former mentor Tandyeah who accuses him of treachery (Poolice ke saath milke mera hi fultoo kar diya!). An unrepentant Lukka gives his reasons (tu saala champakali ki gali mein moongphali khaata phirta tha…kya karta main?). This only makes Tandyeah even more angry who accuses Lukka of having done boti-boti of his own mother for profit. He then threatens to capture Gol Basti that is Lukka’s fiefdom. Lukka retorts, “Phakeeron ka chehra le kar mujhse panga mat ley…warna teri halaat us khatmal jaisi hogi jo khatiya ke khaanche se din mein nikalta hai!“. Violence inevitably follows with Lukka raping Tandyeah’s sister whom he was purportedly going to use to get “Poolis aur leader ka support” (khabardar…aaj tak tum sab ne picturon mein rape dekha hoga, aaj asli mein dekho!). A castrated Tandyeah submits himself to Lukka’s mercy who then proceeds to shoot dead this “bin nashe ki taari, bin petrol ki gaadi and phateli saari“.

I could go on, but it would be a shame if you would know the spoliers this way. There is a Zee TV dekhne waala Inspector Kaale (who is later promoted to Commissioner!!!!)..(ek sher sunaata hoon…bura mat maanna)..A dishonest Minister (Wonderful! Wonderful!!!)..A retarded driver ki beti in leather tights..(Mantriji mere daddy hain??)…And of course the heroes, Dharam Paaji himself (Yeh Punjaab ka panja hai!)..A widowed Mithun Da (Dikhne mein bewda..bhaagne mein Ghoda…maarne mein hathauda!)..A patrotic Muslim don (Shakti Kapoor!!!!!)..(Agar toone is desh ke tuke karne ki koshish ki.…He sounded as menacing as a naamard threatening to rape one of the obnoxious chicks who appear in this movie..)…A sex obsessed gunda, Saleem Chikna (Woh Shankar hai na…us ne meri KAR di hai!), killed brutally on a runway by Dharam Paaji.

Rape is a national obsession. Murder happens as frequently as farting, The Police as impotent as “bina gas ka cylinder”..And Dharam Paaji catches bullets with his hands (ala Ace Ventura!)..

Loha is a movie that has a message. That earth shattering bakchodi (Tune mujhe bhadwa bola…par bahut kadwa bolaa!), shapeless women (Geeta!) and leather jacket wearing fading superstars CAN combine to make a great movie! Wholesome entertainment. Just keep the family out.

PS-It also has a parallel storyline between Govinda and Manisha Koirala! What for? Dont ask me!

“A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti“

- Hannibal Lecter in “The Silence of the Lambs”

Loha makes you the census taker. Minus the accompaniments.

To enable mere mortals to see the movie: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4505130037311693350&ei=erEnSazPN4GQwgOws8HzBQ&hl=en

A Long Time Coming. (Pun intended)

5 Months. A 150 days since I last put pen to paper (okay fingers to keyboard with wordpress on the screen!). Law school has an effect of making one almost inconceivably lazy. For one whole semester, I did not even open this blog, let alone write anything! And now that I have, I do not know what to write! 

NALSAR’s a nice place to be. Apart from insects who get crushed under you when you sleep and show up as dried dark blobs the next day on your tee. Apart from people who mutter in a guttural tone: Abey Lund!! (You cock!). Apart from people who shave their chests and say, “Do you want this….(Hop across..) or this….”. Apart from roomies who’ll never sweep under your bed (You know I hate you Das!). Apart from friends who will walk to the toilet at 2 AM, head at an angle..splayed feet et al. and will say, “Baaaasicaaalllyyy..Whaare is the yelement of surprise in this?” Yeah so as I said, its a nice place!

It has Kala Mutthoo. I know I’d be sad when he meets his eventual end (kankaal rah jaayega 3d year mein..saaley class utha ke le ke jaana padega !) It has Rajkumar (Aaaap bataaaiyeee), probably the nicest guy one can ever meet. It has the maniacal Eshtud who has saxxx on his mind almost always! It has His Lordship and his sarcasm along. It has the Chauvinist who has reached such levels of red bashing that he can quote EVERY misdemeanour that EVERY red ever did! It has the Portuguese spy who still reminisces about the good ‘ol days of Gama and Salazar. There is the opulent Nawab, the testosterone overdosed Mahamard, the amazing Dood..WTF!, the vehshi bhediya and the darinda, the madressa student wannabe..the catfish..and I can go on! The specimens from GH-3 would need a whole page by themselves.  Bhai being a case in example.

Our courses are interesting. Our teachers even more so! (Some of them exceedingly so!!)..There have been experiences I’ll remember forever (I am fasting too Sir..I did not cheat!; Saaley..kya tha woh?? BC..Saabun!; To kya main chutiyaa hoon? Haan bhaiyya!; The counsel takes the defence of darkness!; Hamaari fasal barbaad ho gayi!)

Dhaba..sutta…Spencers..211…And oh yeah! Bhaiyya Bhaiyya Bhaiyya!!!

Nalsar’s great (am even missing that place!!)..life even more so (dadu et al.)…For a change, I am happy!

 

Oh..the WordPress dictionary does not recognise wordpress as a part of the English language…Saxxxx!

More will follow…Ab mera blog khada ho gaya haiiiii!!

A Forgotten People

By Lubna Hussain

They flash across our screens every now and then. An old man, his weather-beaten face streaked with tears, hopelessly clutching a set of ancient iron keys in his calloused hands. A widow in a head scarf perched on top of a pile of rubble, beating her chest, mourning the loss of what was once her home. A stone-throwing youth kneeling, blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back bashed ruthlessly and repeatedly in the head with the butt of a machine gun. A baby with blue lips swaddled in its blanket that doubles up as a shroud.

These are images of a forgotten people. Seconds of camera footage that prick our conscience momentarily. We immediately flick the channel to escape the misery from which they have no respite. Their crime? They were born Palestinian. Their punishment? Well, it really depends on who’s watching and what sort of a mood their Israeli tormentors are in.

“Israel should have exploited the repression of the demonstrations in China, when world attention focused on that country, to carry out mass explosions among the Arabs of the territories,” postulated Benjamin Netanyahu, the former Israeli prime minister, in 1989. But the irony of such a monstrous statement is that Israel didn’t need to rely on the diversion other global atrocities provided in order for it to conduct its own. After all, Israel is the proverbial spoilt child that the world consistently and unashamedly indulges.

Its penchant for ethnic cleansing, sponsoring state terror, practicing apartheid, bulldozing houses, and stealing Palestinian land barely merits the gentlest of admonitions. “Our darling golden child,” say its protractors, “we already kicked out those nasty Arabs from their ancestral homes, let you abuse and torture them without getting cross and even gave you billions of dollars in pocket money. Do you think you could give back a teeny-weeny bit of their most useless land?” But when that Israeli lip begins to quiver, its superpower parent benignly watches as yet another part of East Jerusalem is snatched away from its legitimate owners.

A modern-day equivalent would be to take the survivors of the Darfur genocide, relocate them to Texas, force the existing residents out of their homes, set up a few refugee camps to house them, designate the areas with oil fields to the immigrants and expect the Texans to be delighted about their newfound predicament. Those who complain are labeled agitators. Those who have the gall to fight back? Terrorists. That is how grossly absurd the whole conundrum is.

The Independent newspaper of Britain carried a disturbing report recently about the violent abuse of Arab civilians at the hands of Israeli soldiers in Hebron. A group of former conscripts calling themselves Shovrim Shtika, or “Breaking the Silence”, talked candidly about how they routinely “beat up Palestinian residents without provocation, looted homes and shops and opened fire on unarmed demonstrators.” In one account they “really beat the shit out of” a ten-year-old Palestinian boy who was then asked, “Is it here you want to die? Or there?”

They narrated incidents of “losing the human condition” in the occupied territories. When asked what that meant, a soldier clarified “to lose the human condition is to become an animal”. This is the level of dehumanization that the Palestinians have faced for 60 years. Need I say more? Or rather, can I say more?

For documenting facts can have you very conveniently labeled as being anti-Semitic, racist and insensitive. Speak up about the power of the Zionist lobby, talk about America’s role in unashamedly endorsing and funding Israel’s policy of genocide, draw attention to arbitrary executions, question why it is that a separation wall is built cordoning off 3.5 million people into a ghetto plagued by starvation, disease and death and guess what? Your career, your credibility, your friends, can all disappear overnight. That is the price you pay for exercising “freedom of speech” in the lands that proselytize to us in the Third World their lofty democratic ideals. But that doesn’t stop several Jewish writers, intellectuals, rabbis and groups like “Breaking the Silence” to “force Israeli society to address the reality which it created” where the “proper normative becomes despicable, the inconceivable becomes routine.” Even if it does put them on the SHIT (Self-Hating Israel Threatening) list.

“We don’t deal with terrorists,” Western leaders say with great aplomb. They forget to include the caveat “unless they are Israeli.” Menachem Begin, the former Israeli prime minister, headed the Irgun organization that was responsible for perpetrating the massacre of over 100 unarmed villagers, mostly elderly men, women and children in the village of Deir Yassin on April 9, 1948. Ariel Sharon, more instantly recognizable in his role as The Butcher than Israeli prime minister was responsible for the deaths of 1800 men, women and children in Lebanon in 1983. “Israel may have the right to put others on trial,” he said famously in 2001, “but no one has the right to put the Jewish people and Israel on trial.”

Perhaps this is why Israel behaves with such flagrant impunity when it comes to disrespecting every single UN resolution that has ever been passed with regards to the Palestinian right to return.

Next Sunday US President George Bush, German Chancellor Angela Merkel and French President Nicolas Sarkozy are all billed to attend Israel’s ostentatious 60th birthday celebrations. Whilst world leaders sit back and watch folk dancing, the dispossessed will be commemorating their genocide, humiliation and pure unadulterated misery. Words that once upon a time used to be synonymous with being Jewish now constitute the very essence of being Palestinian. There will be no celebration. Only reminiscences of a time when in order to repatriate victims of the Holocaust and assuage the conscience of a guilt-ridden Europe, an entire people became subject to a Holocaust itself.

Pakistan: Whose child is it anyway?

The Pakistanis have got their Father of the Nation all mixed up! Long before M.A Jinnah came up with his moronic two-nation theory in 1939, the following “gentlemen” had beaten him to it.

“The Hindus are a nation in themselves…..I would want the Muslims to have the NWFP, West Punjab, Sindh and East Bengal in a clear partition of India into Hindu and Non-Hindu India”

Lala Lajpat Rai, Former Congress Leader, “Freedom Fighter” and a founding member of the Hindu Mahasabha (The Tribune: Dec 14, 1924) : Available in the National Archives, New Delhi.

” There are two nations in the main, the Hindus and the Muslims in India”

“……We Hindus are marked out as an abiding nation in ourselves…….All people born in India are not Indians, the test is whether they are willing to accept the superiority of the Hindu nation…….The Muslim Nation cant be co equal in authority to the Hindu Nation..The Hindu Nation is to be dominant and the Muslim Nation servient…..The Muslims should adopt a position of subordinate co-operation with the Hindus.”

Vinayak Damodar “Veer” Savarkar, “freedom fighter”, Hindu Mahasabha President and RSS idealogue. Speaking at the Ahmedabad Session of the Hindu Mahasabha in 1937 and in his essay, “Hindutva: Who is a Hindu?” (Pg 130-133). Also see B R Ambedkar’s excellent analysis of Savarkarism.

“Hindu Nationalism forms the bedrock of our national edifice…This is a Hindu Nation..”

M.S Golwalkar, RSS founder; in “Bunch of Thoughts” (Pg 126, 135)

“The Hindu Mahasabha was responsible to a very large extent for India’s partition”

R.C Majumdar, RSS member, Trustee of Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan and eminent historian in “Struggle for Freedom” (Pg 611)

The Pakistanis are better off adopting one of these guys as their Quaid-e-Azam. Jinnah pales in front of these chaps.

The seedier side of life.

Cybercafes come in many avatars. There are the flashy ones with plush interiors, air-conditioning and obnoxious rates. There are the middle class ones with decent computers, tacky interiors and weird lighting and then finally there are the seedy ones, dirt cheap, rickety computers and uncomfortable seating.

Two stints of an hour each in the flashy versions had left my weekly finances in a precarious condition. Therefore I started a search for a more downmarket cafe that would leave something in my pockets for the weekend. Inevitably the search turned out to be a failure. Hyderabad may not lack in much but when it comes to decent cybercafes where folks can look forward to fast and problem free net surfing, it could do with some more choice.

At last, I turned to the option that couldn’t fail. The Secunderabad Regimental Bazaar. For people unfamiliar with Hyd, Reg. Bazaar is the closest you can get to Delhi’s (in)famous Palika. It stretches for a kilometre on all sides of Secunderabad Railway station and for people who know their way about, you can get anything from drugs to whores here. My needs being of a more mundane nature, I started near RK Hotel, the electronics hub of Secunderabad. Instantly I hit paydirt! There it was! In glorious plastic paint, emblazoned on a bunting “SHIVAS NETCAFE”…and what was more only 10 bucks for an hour! This better be good.

To reach the place though, you have to descend, literally. A flight of about 10 steps got me into the cellar of the RK Hotel. The place reeked of urine and there were pan stains everywhere. A few cheapjacks sat selling chinese plastic toys and a guy with bleary and wide open eyes (most probably on smack!) sat staring vacantly at something. The “netcafe” was right there. The owner sat outside and was busy watching Delhi Daredevils getting their ass kicked by Mumbai Indians. I overcame my misgivings and proceeded.

“Internet?”

“Haau. Ghante ku das rupye”

“Great!”..

I was expecting down and out computers and P II processors running Windows 98. To my surprise, not only was everything spic and span but all the systems ran on Windows XP. This place looked just fine.

The first shock was the homepage. It was set to a porno site that promised “Hot Indian girls” who could do wonderful things to you. Porn not being on my agenda, I quickly proceeded to G-Mail, Orkut, Wiki, Yahoo and so on. 40 minutes passed and I had seen everything I had set out to see. What to do of the remaining 20 mins? In a state of mild beguilement I clicked on one of the lewd windows that the homepage kept popping out. A 5 sec clip followed where two blondes who knew exactly what they were doing proceeded to suck each others livers out. Taken aback a bit at the sudden start of the video, I started to close the window and it was then that I saw him.

The owner had left his TV and IPL and was standing behind me. He was a middle aged guy with a warm smile and a genial face. I started to feel embarrassed and before I could mumble out an apology, he spoke.

“You want more variety? I have full length films. Yahaan par dekhna hai to bolo. Only 25 rupees extra. White, black, Indian, school girls, housewives, double, triple, single…Poora variety hai. Kharidna hai to 100 rupye..quality bahut achcha hai magar. Seedy (CD) laaun?”

Me: “Err…Nahi theek hai uncle! Mujhe apna mail check karna hai”

“Karo karo…no problem…aapki marzi”

And off he went with a dont-try-kidding-me-son expression on his face! I looked around. There were about 4-5 other people in the “netcafe”. Atleast two of them were definitely watching porno. Must be the white-black-Indian CD! What made this guy think I was one of these chaps? Do I look like one? Maybe with that week old stubble and NLS-induced eye bags, I do! I reflected on what drove people into these dark dens that smell of evaporating urine and cigarette smoke, in the cellars of hotels, to ogle at other people fornicating in glorious technicolour. I logged off. Paid the lecherous old man (he was listening to Kaho na Kaho from Murder now!!) his 10 bucks and walked into the daylight.

I walked to the barber shop opposite and got a shave.

And yeah I didnt have anything left over that weekend. The plushy cybercafes charge obnoxious rates as I said!

No Lean task this!

March 25th marked the centenary year of David Lean, one of my favourite directors. I must confess I have’nt seen most of Lean’s films and am told most of his later work, notably a Passage to India, was a “truckload of shit”, but that does’nt detract one bit from his work that I did like, The Bridge on the River Kwai. I remember seeing it many years ago. It came as a late night movie on Star Movies and I watched it long after my parents were asleep. Usually my late night TV viewing is dedicated to sleazy shows like “Hot &Wild” or “Happy Birthday” on FTV. However I remember that night was different. I could’nt catch most of the dialogues and the story sometimes went over my head (I was barely 11, okay!)…(umm..yeah I did watch FTV even then!)..but the thing that struck me most powerfully was the visuals. Man! The cinematography was gorgeous! The visuals didnt just hit you, they seemed to envelop you. The suffering of the POWs and the war appeared so near. Alec Guinness as Col. Nick was fabulous and so was William Holden. Long after the movie had ended, I lay twisting and turning, unable to get the film out of my mind. A more or less similar thing happened with Lean’s other masterpiece, Lawrence of Arabia. I have seen it about a dozen times now and am yet to be bored. There was something very arresting in Lean’s work, some sort of a “Leanism”. I am yet to figure it out though!

Bravo David!

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Ban the Bastards!

One often hears of illiteracy, poverty, unemployment and inequalities banded about as the greatest of curses facing mankind. However one fact that all seem to be neglecting is that all these ills can exist only in a society. Only an organised human society breeds them. If there is no society, they too wont exist. Hence you can look forward to their eradication in a century or so. But, you would ask, why is society in danger? The answer is simple: Religious Hatred and Fanaticism.

Hatred for another person is nothing new. The Romans hated the barbarians, the Jews; gentiles, Christians; non-Christians and Muslims; non-Muslims. However the disturbing trend started about half a century ago when political parties that infact thrived solely on stoking up religious and ethnic tension, started to get into governments and implementing their fanatic policies. Hitler’s Nazi Party is a prime example.

I’ll confine myself to India here. For close to 50 centuries now, Indian culture has prided itself on its openness and ability to embrace all. It is true that this openness was not extended to its some of its own people who were treated as Untouchables. However, by and large the Indian ethos has been one of tolerance. Something that is sadly under seige today. And the worst part is that the people who are responsible for this seige are today the ones who rule India.

Bharatiya Janta Party: The BJP, as it is otherwise known is probably the most successful of these fanatics. Bharat Jalao Party would be a more apt name for a party that in 28 years of its existence has already carved a trail of blood throughout India. Perhaps the most macabre dance of mass communilastion was orchestrated by its leader, LK Advani (also known as AdolfVani). From 1989-92, Advani and his cohorts started more than 80 riots throughout India that claimed more than 30,000 lives, 12,000 in Bhagalpur alone where victims of mass murder were buried in shallow cauliflower fields. It then demolished the 400 year old Babri Masjid, claiming it to be the Ram Janambhoomi Temple in the absence of any archaeological evidence. It has been exploiting Ram’s name ever since, holding shilanyases, karsevas and what not! Through the backing of NRIs (Neophyte and Renegade Indians) it enjoyed power for close to 6 years, when it oversaw a mass holocaust in Gujarat and numerous other riots throughout North and Central India. Ousted from power in 2004, it is currently in the process of creating another Ayodhya in Bhojshala and Baba Budangiri. Definitely a confirmed party of motherfuckers!

All India Majlis-e-Ittehadul Muslimin: A much smaller party than its saffron counterpart, this is nevertheless, another confirmed party of S.O.Bs. It has virtually run Old Hyderabad for 40 years now. A party run in mafia fashion, it has orchestrated more than 20 riots in Hyderabad and in the process has made the Old City the most underdeveloped and decrepit part of Hyderabad. It has the dubious credit of having made peaceful Hyderabad, a communal hotspot. Having brought nothing but misery to the people, it deserves a well placed kick on the ass. The sooner its leaders are arrested and their gangland connections investigated, the better it’ll be.

Akali Dal: The Sikh counterpart of the above two moron associations, this party played a most shameful role in the Punjab of late 70s and 80s. It whipped up hatred against the indigeneous Non-Sikhs there and still openly swears by Bhindranwale and his bunch of mad dogs aka The Khalistanis. The industrious Sikhs were put to untold hardships because of these loony morons and for 20 years, development all but stopped in Punjab. Real deservers of the ugly finger.

Also earning a honourable mention in my list of bastards are:

Indian Union Muslim League: For running a party solely based on religion and swearing by the two nation formula of Savarkar and Jinnah.

Indian National Congress: For directly patronizing the Khalistani menace under Sanjay Gandhi’s directions, For massacring Sikhs is 1984, for consistently bowing to fantics of all kinds, For allowing the growth of BJP and communal politics through its inaction and covert collusion and for espousing soft Hindutva, a malaise no less than its hardcore version.

My test for a proper party is simple. If it is open solely to people of one religion (eg-IUML), if its top functionaries are from anti-India organisations that preach hatred (eg-BJP) or it has a history of whipping up caste, ethnic or religious tension (eg-Shiv Sena) then that party has no right to exist. The land of Ram, Rahim, Kabir and Vivekanand deserves better. Ban these bastards before their politics of hate tears India apart!

Go Hang.

Exams over today! Mega relief.

Umm..School life too is officially over. Wonder why I am not getting sentimental.

Managed to not screw my exams (thankfully!)…

Hindi–Excellent!

English–Marvellous.

Political Science–Sucked! Big time.

Economics–Fair.

Commerce–Good.

Hope I get a 90…or else am out on my ass.