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The curious case of Pak silence on China and Corona :D

Rowdy Pak journalists who keep harping on India remain curiously quiet on China and the Corona virus, how come???

What happens to Gwadar now. What happens to Chinese investments in Pak. What happens to OROP. What happens to Paki-Chini bhai-bhai. Well, PM Imran Khan can fly out to China now for defence contracts why not!

What’s happening there in Pak right now. Of course I am not following up much on their media, but glancing at some mischievous journalists’ social media posts, the omission of China/Corona seems conspicuous by its very absence! Silenced by their spy agency is it. After all, that rogue agency butters their bread.

Where are these loud mouthed Pakis now. What is their real position. What happens to their projects. Why are they keeping mum with ZERO coverage on the truth about Corona virus spread.

Apparently the terror nation is terrified of Corona to the extent that their govt has refused to even pull out their helpless students stranded right in Wuhan. Indian govt is atrociously expected to fill the gap! Shameless!

One word on China, let’s see what happens to these Pakis. This is the miserable hellhole they live in. Such an intellectual dishonesty. Dire necessity for their very existence.

Why Hide The Christian Shame, Indian Media?

Recently Kerala has recorded three cases of Corona virus, all flown back into India from Wuhan. Medical students in China. One of the girls was a christian whose family refused medical treatment for the deadly virus putting entire nation at fatal risk. The girl held steadfast that her christian god would save her by his supposed miracle as they demonstrate and act out on stage in India for conversion purposes. Physically sick Hindus are brainwashed into believing this horrible tamasha. After 3 hours of persuasion by the officials, the Kerala christian girl’s family finally relented to go ahead with medical treatment for the girl.

Shocking is how the Indian media is hiding her identity. The same media who are out in the front ridiculing Hindu beliefs and especially cow urine are conspicuously silent when it comes to the girl’s religious identity. How many Yogi barbs you read everyday. One christian girl and her family were ready to kill entire India endangering our safety and security and even our very infrastructure, but no Indian media found it worth mentioning. I came across many reports in media where the girl and her family are mentioned to avoid medical treatment for corona virus owing to their religious beliefs. In fact to protect her identity, I am actually surprised that they have not rechristined (!) the girl with a Hindu name. Because, Indian media is notorious for changing muslim murderer and rapists names to Hindu to protect their identity. Such a sick mentality.

India media guys, you are nothing more than pimps and prostitutes to most of us. That is why we read you, but vote for Modi. The more you go antinational, the more we will embrace BJP.

Coming to the question of Kerala students going as far as China for a medical degree, have you ever thought why is it so.

Kerala is mostly populated by blue collar semi-literate workers employed in the Middle East. Some 80% fall in this category. Don’t be surprised if you come across fake degree certificates in this so-called secular communist state of India. Every nurse or electrician working in gulf from Kerala has this dream of making his/her son/daughter either a doctor or an engineer. Nothing wrong. It is every parent’s dream. Only here, merit flies out of the windows and only money counts. Inspite of neutral NEET and other fairly conducted engineering entrances, these kids cannot get into a decent medical school in India. NEET has opened up avenues for even lower middle class medical aspirants to realize their dreams. Your score and your economic condition have to tally that’s all. Easiest route for these keralites is to China or Russia where education is cheap. These kids who cannot study in India – how do you think they can learn chinese/russian and then do their degrees in the foreign language. Reportedly the fee structure in these countries is very low compared to what we have in India.

These medical degrees earned outside India ARE NOT RECOGNIZED by government of India at all. But they may be acceptable to gulf countries.

I have seen multiple cases in gulf. Kerala base. Typical. Mother nurse. Or father a plumber. Like that. The parents spend their lifetime savings enrolling their kid in medical courses at any cost. Every nurse’s OBSESSION is to make her daughter/son a doctor. I was shocked when a nurse pitched in over 50 lakh rupees of hard earned money for her daughter to become a dermatologist (MD seat) at an obscure medical college in Bangalore. Some puritanial ‘religious’ medical institutions also take in ONLY their ‘faithful’ with or without merit – these deemed medical universities are popular in Karnataka especially in and around Mangalore and Bangalore. The intake is mostly Kerala students.

Those who cannot afford Indian private medical fee structure even after NEET, now fly out to China/Russia. What kind of doctors will they make. This Kerala christian girl who has ironically been in Wuhan for a medical degree refused medical treatment for something as lethal as the corona virus. Imagine the condition of God’s own country. Because she actually believed her god would cure her ailment! What will happen to this country if we are turning out such third rate medical doctors for next generation. Ones who do not believe in medical science but in superstition pursuing a profession in medicine. In future, such a girl as this one may still buy out her specialization (MS/MD) with the same money power.

Shame on Kerala and the communist leaders. Producing JUNK nothing more.

India is teeming with thankless christians and muslims. Whether BBC that makes it a point to talk about cow urine mention the girl’s chrisitan religion and her blind faith (is that even faith).

By the way, the cow dung is the only fuel (bio gas) in the world that does not emit the toxic carbon di oxide. Even today in villages through out India and especially in Tamil nadu, cow dung is used to mop the outer and inner floor spaces of homes because that keeps off pests and acts like pest control. Our ancestors were no fools. Today we want foreign countries to earn in India so we have Domex and Lysol. BEcause we are ashamed of all that is native and good with us: eating with hands, brushing with neem twig, mopping our homes with cow dung.. Ok in cities, you grow out of certain customs and practices. But why ridicule the healthiest and nature-friendly way of living of our rural people.

Even today wedding feasts are served only on banana leaf in south. Banana leaf is deemed to be the most respectful eating plate you may serve your guest with. For auspicious days, again we have banana leaf. These are our natural friendly eco-friendly native customs. How much ancient customs get ridiculed by our media. For the only reason they are Hindu practices.

We are all literate down here. Even today if we visit goshalas in our temples, if we come across cow urinating, most of us cup it in our palms and drink it. Natural antibiotic and anti-oxidant. Which is why while Indian and foreign media keep ridiculing us, the cow urine benefits have already been stolen and patented by a US pharma. That is why neem in toothpaste was patented by Colgate you fools.

Cow flatulence is again oxygen, not carbon-di-oxide. Which is why cow is bred more in India. Cow is revered in India not without reasons. Even among the entire bovine family, the cow stands out from others such as the buffalo.

Native cows in India alone produce the A2 milk which is not secreted by the Jersey or other european cows. America has patented even this A2 milk which is indigenous to native Indian breed.

A2 milk is bestowed with brain boosting nutrition. Which is why next to breast milk, Indian children grow up only on cow milk strictly until 3 years at least. Now this A2 milk is what is patented.

Thankfully India has woken up at last. Native breeds are now taken better care.

For foreign media, yeah IGNORANCE IS BLISS for you. We don’t even try to correct you these days. In cultures that cull the bovines to fill their bellies, the values of Dharma can never be decipherable.

In a way this is all fine. The more these Indian media bastards spew venom against native Hindu culture, the more stronger we Hindus become in our faith. The more respect we develop for our ancestors ancient customs and practices that we follow until today. Proudly a Hindu.

 

Ironies of Life.

Those who have nothing in life think they own the world. Those who have much more think they have nothing.

Those who are matric failed may be street smart, those who are most learned never master the tricks of life.

Those who barely know anything run the show pulling right strings. Those who are wise and intelligent are full of self-doubts.

Those who are not sure of anything ooze with self-confidence. Those who are systematic and organized, hesitate.

Those whose life may be miserable find pleasure in smallest of all. Those who have a thousand reasons to smile are not always happy.

Those whose life is hell and hardship take it easy. Those who can walk on the flower bed complicate things.

Ironies of life.

This city is still full of people who eat well a ten-rupee-a-plate biriyani and watch the latest pictures, going to beach every week and shopping in EMIs everything. Are they not happy. Why are not some of us who have everything, not like them.

Someone who works as a housemaid told me how easily their family climb the Tirumala Tirupathi Hills on foot cleaning every step and drawing a rangoli. Backbreaking exercise and tough steep trek – an uphill task literally. I thought back to how we book even a visit to a temple in advance, plan from restaurant to darshan, worried about car comfort and safety and crowd factors. Even God is complex for us.

Zero balance account people. Who begin with nothing. Who have nothing to worry about. Who lead a real happy peaceful contented life. India’s lower middle class are luckiest, but they barely know how truly blessed they are.

 

The Witch

I was in this short distance shuttle that took me to my flight in the Istanbul airport. I was managing to hold on in the jam packed shuttle without tripping pulling together my handbag to my chest. In the melee, my husband got separated by a few feet from me, in the same bus. The ride took almost 5 min.

After a minute I noticed that a woman standing very close to me that our breaths could mix, was wearing everything in black : black leather knee length boots, black leather jacket, black leather vest etc., all studded with gold buttons. She was a white caucasian female, may be 65. She was totally blonde with waist long hair and with a face very heavily made up. Her lipstick was a shocking pink. Her eye makeup was so thick and gaudy. The one word that came to my mind was , ‘witch.’ Hardly for 20 seconds I looked at her – slantway. For some reason my intuition stopped me from looking her in the eye. I respected that caution.

No sooner did the word cross my mind, in the moving bus, the woman started a stunt. I am sure others were not aware even if people stood extremely close in those five long minutes. I knew what was happening even in that crowd or so I thought. It was as if the woman read my mind.

Slowly quite like a witch she titled her head slowly up and then down, and then to the left and then to the right. She kept repeating the motion for the entire trip of the bus. Now I felt panic rising in me, but i immediately calmed myself and decided to confront her if it was indeed what I believed it to be. I repeated in my mind clearly, ‘I am the Badra Kali. Ma Kali is with me. I am the Bhagwathi. Ma Bhagawathi is with me. Go away or I will tear you to pieces. Go away or my Mother will tear you to pieces. Ma Kali come here. Ma Bhagawathi, Ma Parvathi come to me. Are you with me.’

May be this sounds crazy, but this is what I told myself in my heart.  Not even my husband I have confided this about. The woman kept repeating the motions very slowly. Except me, nobody seemed to be aware of what she was doing. I don’t know how I got my courage. I believed strongly My Mother Goddess stood with me then.

May be or most definitely I was hallucinating for no reason. Effect of some scary movies. I am not ruling that out either. Or may be what I thought it was was true.

I regretted leaving behind my Mangalsutra in Doha (!) We Hindu women are never to be without it. But as it is heavy gold I put it in safety before boarding the flight for my holiday. In the Mangalsutra, we have powerful symbol of family Kula Deivam who protects us all the time. And we have Mahalakshmi. My protective talisman was at home. I remembered that at that moment. Then I told myself, my Kula Deivam and my Mother Goddess first resided at my heart. I don’t have to wear any jewelry as their symbol.

The woman’s contortions (!) eased as the bus slowed down. I found my husband in the shuttle and together we boarded the plane to Doha. I did not look back. This European woman probably boarded the same flight but she was most probably a transit passenger in Doha. I did not see her in immigration. I did not see her at all.

I kept wondering if it was a clash of wills. Was it a clash of anything at all. Or was I reading too much into something that was nothing. The woman could be after all having neck issues like vertigo and she was exercising her neck muscles!!!

Somehow I could not convince myself completely of that. My heart refused to believe in alternate and most logical explanations and hung to its intuitive caution. Whenever in past i have overstepped my intuition, that has only backfired. I have decided that my heart knows betters and speaks the truth.

In times like these, I do not expect anyone to understand me. Others don’t have to.

Facebook vs Whatsapp vs Instagram: Social Media Junkie

Many have stopped being regular at FB after Whatsapp came up.

In my experience (as a social media junkie!) I can vouch, FB is far better when it comes to your privacy over Whatsapp.

Everytime I change my dp in whatsapp or update my status in the app, those who never forget to wish me for the nice pic are my (part time) driver, my maid (through her son’s phone), my (regular) carpenter, my plumber, my electrician, my banker who are all in my Contacts in my phone/SIM,

Once I was shocked when someone even remarked about my sleeveless top. Ever since I stopped uploading very personal pix in whatsapp. But the temptation is there because, mostly i do it for my majority friends and relatives with whom I move in the same circles.

FB is a lot better because, as a policy i don’t add those who i employ for any menial work or whatever at home. In short, I don’t want to have those below our social strata as my FB buddies because I generally keep my world hidden from their views. FB has friends’ lists that lets you choose who you want to share your pictures or videos with. Still, it is a cumbersome process. You have to remember to remember each time. Best is to limit your friends and relatives circle in FB and share all your stuff with this circle entirely so that you don’t have to try too much to remember.

It is very annoying when people who are in your contacts list as not your friends have access to your very private information. Another thing is, what I share as dp/status is meant for my girl friends in my phone. Not meant for even relatives, especially male relatives, nasty and gossipy female relatives and hubby’s friends. There is no way you can filter the contacts that way in Whatsapp.

Well, this is my conclusion. In FB we can have our privacy settings and the world need not have to know about your wherabouts. You share the info with just a trusted close and extended circle. I have no problem even with Instagram. I don’t care who sees what because Insta is somewhat impersonal – or it seems to me. I am absolutely comfy there because those few who follow me are not my friends. I mean, very few of those few are my friends with whom i share a good understanding. No way the pictures i share in Insta can be shared in FB.

I am now laughing to what extent I have become a social media junkie hahaha!

My addiction to writing is like drug addiction.

I don’t care whether I write nonsense or whether I make sense. If i am writing today or whenever, it is because it makes my heart feel light. If I am obsessed about anything, it means, it makes me feel lighter. It distracts me. It makes me forget my world, my existence for the moment. It gives me a temporary relief. Jts my oasis of refuge. Not that I am suffering from anything. Still… I feel positively recharged. I catch myself smiling. I am happy. The sensation is sweet. Its like a breeze is caressing my face. It’s like I have just laid down the weights I am carrying on my head, even for a few brief seconds… Whenever I feel like, i can write, read, browse, stalk (!) who can stop me. This drug is a dream! Ten years back I would have laughed at anyone who suggested this wonderdrug. Hmmm… Just wanted to record it to posterity hahaha!

 

If someone asks you to jump into well, will you jump Imran Khan.

Heard Imran Khan saying at UNGA, it was a big mistake on their part to have joined the US and its allies in their fight against terrorism.

Only one question to you man.

If someone asks you to jump into well, will you do it blindly Imran Khan. What nonsense are you talking. You are frustrated because US aid to Pak got terminated. Don’t shift the blame on to others. Grow up and take responsibility owning upto to your actions or misdeeds or whichever!

I can’t believe, once upon a time in my life I actually adored him. He was one of my favourite cricketers. He earned further our respect by building the first cancer hospital in Pak. Very disappointing Imran Khan. What a mess you are now!

 

Filmed & Interviewed by Enemy!

A funny thing happened a few days back. Me and hubby were as usual walking through an art gallery here.

A girl in her 20s and a turbaned man approached us as we were studying art deeply and clicking pictures.

The turbanator was a young sikh guy. He was shy and hesitant to speak. The girl with him was in black salwar kameez with her head covered in dupatta. She had her nose pierced. So I first mistook her for an Indian.

Turned out that the Singh was business visitor from Mumbai. The girl was Pakistani who did her schooling and college right here in Middle East. After talking to them for 2-3 minutes, I and my hubby felt, it won’t be nice to abruptly end conversation. We further found that the visitor from India was on a short trip. How he and the girl met we don’t know. But the young guy immediately cleared the slate for us explaining that he worked as chef and he and his wife in Mumbai loved to cook south Indian dishes. He had worked in Australia earlier for 7 years before returning to India. He traveled to the south pretty often for business purposes. I asked him to come home if he wanted a good south Indian meal in case he stayed longer enough. He said he wanted a proper ‘saappadu’ – he just loved Saravana Bhavan restaurant meal on banana leaf. I have never met a shy Sardarji in my life before. The girl intervened and started her dominating conversation at this point. She said she was into making short films, interviews that she loaded for You Tube. She wanted us husband and wife to be interviewed for a couple of minutes. She asked my husband what brought us to the gallery. When he said he was an amateur artist, she asked him to show his FB page. In flash of a second, she added herself as his buddy by sending friend request i guess. Same with Instagram. But she was cheerful. Just would not take a ‘no.’ And since she was young and bubbly, we neither had the heart to refuse her. She said, she made short films and interviews of both Indians and Pakis. That’s how in the media world, she came across our Punjabi guy, she said. Was a student of some sort.

She clicked pictures of us. The exhibition was of an Indian artist. There was also a photo gallery. She asked  me to explain the framed picture (photography) of an old woman from rural Tamil Nadu who was ‘aatufying’ tea/chai. Close to her was an idli pot. The work was too good and realistic. She recorded my explanation. She also asked us about our background and we told her a bit about ourselves. She shot it in her mobile phone. Then she said goodbye and made her way out with our Singh. The Singh was very sweet and polite. I wanted to talk to him more and better but there was no way this girl was going to leave him out!

Back home, when we checked her You tube channel, we were shocked to find all Pro-Paki interviews! More than me, my husband felt very disturbed. Not a single Indian content in that. Probably she was just making a beginning in media or whatever. Or wanted to make a penny by way of You tube channel. Whatever! I wonder how many people she shared our video with. Not at all comfortable. We are happy trusting people. Normally we never take in to total strangers. The girl being a girl, young at that, and her companion being a gentle sikh who was familiar with Chennai, changed our hearts.

In retrospect, hopefully the video is not misused or edited! That is our biggest concern now! Never been so naive! Of course we have her You tube name and Instagram ID. Not paranoid but any connection to Pakistan makes us Indians feel insecure. Hubby unfollowed her in Insta and unfriended her in FB!

Today I saw Imran Khan’s interview on religious matters in UN. No way we will trust a Pakistani sorry. I don’t know whether the girl will really upload our video, but I wish and pray she doesn’t. Time to time I shall check and if she does, we shall ask her to remove it. Sorry Khan, we will never, never trust you. Our phobia, the world phobia for you guys is a constant factor. We are not comfy with you, we cannot bring ourselves to believe you or trust you on anything. I wonder how many more Indian citizens have been similarly ‘interviewed’ by the girl.

While clicking a picture of mine near the old woman photo, the girl remarked, she adored the business sense of Indians. I asked her, was that why their tv channels always referred to us as Hindu baniyas. She laughed at that and said she would convey my view to her community. A part of me wants to trust her and her people, but my mind screams a big “NO’

In all sincerity I hope, she deletes our pictures and interviews! Nothing sensational there. Just a middle class middle life story told to her in brief. She seemed to be impressed by our ‘literacy’ levels !!! I asked her when she would be getting married and to whom, if she had lived her entire life here in the Gulf. She gave a vague answer like she had no idea. She was more Arab frankly or sounded so then. But her You tube channel is a complete shocker revealing her unmistakable identity (which we learned about anyway).

Khan interview today made me think of her. Why can’t we ever trust these people. I can’t even bring myself to trust a young girl not even 25 who seemed educated and bold and business-minded. Trust is a precious commodity to earn and upkeep. It takes ages to cultivate such a solid, unshakable trust in anyone. This is the reason. Pakistan has broken that trust many times and betrayed India and Hindus on every ground.  Betrayed world nations. There is simply no question of trusting any of the Pakis again.

We hold nothing against the girl herself. For us, the videos from her background/home are shocking (culture shock) to the core. We cannot still bring ourselves to accept them as ‘acceptable people!’ Yeah, hopefully, she deletes our pictures! That’s the maximum I can hope for now. Prejudice. I can lecture on that for hours. But I am not ashamed to admit here, yeah I am prejudiced on certain issues because that’s something my intuition keeps murmuring to my ears and heart!

Thamizhisai is Telengana Governor!

Thamizhisai Soundarrajan, BJP head in Tamil Nadu, is the new Telengana State Governor. She deserves this and much more even if the party did not manage to win a single state in my home state. Very good feedback on her. She is very much approachable, down-to-earth and basically a good and sincere woman. A gynaecologist by profession, she is an asset to BJP because it is rare these days to come across selfless honest and hardworking political leaders. Hearty congratulations Thamizhisai Akka! I love your hair by the way! Please don’t ever go for hair straightening!!! I love your ever-smiling face, your untiring enthusiasm, your sweetness and politeness and over all sense of innocence. What a 180 degree change you are from those like the cunning fake corrupt Kanimozhi.

Hoping to see you climb up the ladder of hierarchy in BJP in coming years! Best of luck Tamilisai Akka!

A dignity called Jayalalitha

Touched reading this about Jayalalitha Jayaram.

How she reacted when the law enforcement officials came to fetch her after summons were issued for her on court verdict. Her case was really peanuts but being JJ, she actually thought she would pooh-pooh it and that was her gravest mistake. Literally. The corruption suit filed in the 1990s finally caught up with Jayalalitha which was her bad time.

But when a lady officer arrived at her residence to get JJ, all that JJ asked for was a 10 minute time. In that time, she hastily finished what probably could have been her last puja for a while, packed a few sets of clothes and was ready to go. In those few minutes, looks like her maid appeared with coffee for the official who had come to arrest the state’s chief minister who was still wielding power. Even typing this pains, aches my heart. How this brave lady, a lioness faced it all alone and on her own. No family. Not even an old mother to pray for her. No siblings. No husband/son/daughter. Those who were with her probably were digging her grave already who knows. Or don’t we know!

With dignity, Jayalalitha left for the prison. In Bangalore. This is where she took seriously ill. Made to sleep on floor. No air-conditioning. Remember, JJ was born with silver spoon. She was daughter of a film heroine and attended the No.1 convent in the city. Her Bharat Natyam arangetram was a sensation in those times which earned front page press coverage. She made her debut with top hero of those times MGR in Tamil film industry when she was barely 16. Her property in Poes Garden was her mother’s really. She ruled Tamil filmdom for a decade and minted money like anything. Most of her assets were self-earned. She became the state’s chief minister on her own, with no support from her own political party. The masses loved her. For what she was. Her real life and reel life were both open book for the public to read and decide.

The way she died still brings a drop of tear to my eyes. I have never had a chance to cook for my own biological mother. I lost her too early in life. In JJ’s case, even when she was around, I used to wonder what it would be like to cook for her and serve her a meal with my own hands. To that extent I adored her and adore her even today when she is no more. I have grieved for her as if she was family. For a week i mourned.

Only once I have seen her in Chennai traffic for a flash of a second from my car. At that time ironically I was driving! She was in a Tata Sierra. Our eyes met for a brief second. I still cannot forget how it felt like for me then. I think i drew her attention only because I was at the wheel. I quit driving long since.

Jayalalitha Jayaram died a queen, still as the reigning chief minister of Tamil Nadu. How with dignity she embraced her fate humbles me. She accepted everything whether it was right or wrong or just or unfair. Not a single word explaining herself to anyone. Not a single word regretting anything. She went to even the prison with her head held high. What is a few lakhs of rupees of corruption for her. Those who did corruption in her name remain unscathed until now. Sadly it was JJ who took the blow. She could have done her share of mistakes but she did not deserve the way she was forced to go.

Yesterday I was watching in tv how this Chidamabaram also from Tamil Nadu avoided arrest and went absconding for over 24 hours evading the law enforcement officials. This inspite of his wife being high court lawyer in Chennai, a leading one at that. PC is surrounded by his corrupt family, party workers, He has had high command support from the start – be it Indira Gandhi or Rajiv Gandhi or now Sonia Gandhi. He was cabinet minister, India’s finance minister for 10 years. Yet he did NOTHING to Tamil Nadu. That is the truth. However he and his son used the time to build their own empire. When you swindle from India, you are denying fellow Indians better life. Today US$ is trading at 70 rs, I wonder how many of our politicians have contributed to this sad state of affairs. I recall US$ at Rs.35 a mere 15 years back. At that time speculation was rife that the dollar may touch down even thirty rupees. What went wrong since then.

Those leaders and ministers and politicians who we elect with our votes, we send to Parliament hoping that they would ease our lives. But it turns out that they are the ones who do us maximum damage.

Finally emerging from shadows, Chidambaram is giving press conference fishing for sympathy. Justifying his shameful actions. Explaining and reasoning the high level of corruption. Challenging the arrest. The charges against him run to many millions of dollars. FERA violations and disproportionate estate holdings in India and abroad and mind boggling asset accumulation. Yet PC is defying authority clearly, forgetting he is on camera. What a drama in Congress HQ last evening. And his home. Whatever, he could have surrendered when the look-out notice was put up. He could have done it with grace letting law take its course.

May be soon he will still be out on bail. He may even escape the net and sound like some martyr in very near future. Anything is possible.

Just cannot help thinking of Jayalalitha in times like these…

Tamil Nadu misses Jayalalitha, her leadership, her booming voice, her towering presence. I hope in her next janam, JJ is born in a loving family, surrounded by devoted parents and siblings. Let her have a dozen kids and be happy with family. That’s what I have always wished for her. Let her have nothing to do with films or politics dear God.