YOUTH! COME OUT OF THE BEAR HUG OF BARKHAS!
Freedom of Expression, freedom to eat, freedom to sing, dance, drink or all other kinds of freedom that the Constitution of any democratic nation grants does not automatically translate to “freedom for promiscuity” Freedom comes at a cost. That cost is one’s duty to owe allegiance to the Mother Land and duty not to trouble other citizens by one’s abrasive behavior. “Your freedom stops where my nose starts” is a very famous saying.
Reading the news item that the high level inquiry committee of JNU recommended expulsion of five students from the campus thus paving way for effectively placing a boulder on the highway of their careers, I remembered a small anecdote that was in circulation during my childhood.
A profligate youth, taken to stealing as a child, is awarded death penalty by the Courts on charges of murdering to rob. His mother starts copiously weeping on the fate that descended on her son and on her family. The incorrigible youth tells her, “Mother! You enjoyed my pranks as a child. In fact, you encouraged me to steal green vegetables from the garden of neighbors. You enjoyed when I brought you money and jewels, costly dresses. I wonder that now you are wailing. Did you ever not think that crime pro-generates crime and breeds seeds of monomania? You should have stopped me in my tracks when I was stealing green vegetables and shown me the right path to live a respectable life”
This anecdote has a moral. That which does not bend as a plant shall never bend when it grows up into a tree. The parent in me says that this “poor” guy born of poor parents is allowed to proceed with his studies. But the nationalist in me says he deserves expulsion, given the fact that in his catch-22 situation he is ready to listen to the demonic voices of the Barkhas, the Radeeps, the Thapars, the Akar Patels, the Rana Ayyubs, the Saba Naquis etc., more than the angelic voices that are trying to wean him away from the path of self-destruction. These self-styled crusaders for FOE are trying to romanticize this youth as they have done with a Rahul, with a Lalu, with a Kejri, with a Hardik, with a Jagan, with a A.Raja et al, who have destroyed themselves in the new found aura built around them by these selfish rancorous anchors and demented politicos.
Justifying malfeasance, promiscuity, wrongdoing, viciousness, sassiness, conceit and gall on flimsy grounds or on victim hood vis a vis an unjustifiable ground is age-old phenomenon. Did the sons of Dhritarashtra not take shelter under the presumptuous alibi that their egotistic elder brother was insulted in Maya Sabha to perpetuate an unprecedented injustice on the Dharmic Pandavas and pious Draupadi? Back then during Treta Yug, did not Ravana use the alleged insult to his sister Surpanakha (herself a promiscuous lady) to kidnap Sita? Mythology tells us how these villains faced their nemesis. A month back I tweeted that it would be fun if a person drove a vehicle without a licence until he met with a fatal accident and their parents would wail till their tears dried.. And for the likes of Kanhiaya whose exposure to the murky world of politics, depending on the advice of the likes of Barkha and Sitaram Yechury would be fatal. Now, his chicken is coming home to roost.
See how this guy addicted to drinking heavy amount of beer justifies his addiction, with an indefensible justification.
A Case for More Beer
A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo, and when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular culling of the weakest members.
In much the same way the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, we all know, kills off brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.
In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, constantly making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.
The specious argument by the so-called upholders of FOE is as good or as bad as this guy’s justification to drink more beer and face hell on earth by “diseases unlimited”. First of all, nothing on ground changed as far as FOE was concerned. Was it worse than the emergency when sane voices were stifled? Was it worse than the decade when the voice of a Prime Minister was never heard and the one time he had his way on issuing an ordinance the thumb-sucking baby of dynasty appeared in front of Media to use the most objectionable language to castigate a personality no less than the PM? They say, “I eat beef” Who said “no”? We only said “Do not kill cows” That is why I said freedom comes at a cost. Expressing freely without hurting others, the nation and your own Mother Land is like eating beef without killing animals. “What right do you have to kill animals who have as much right as you and I have to live in this Creation?” Will Barkha answer this question?
Eulogizing terrorists is not Freedom of Expression. The same Congress Party that disowned Neta Jee for his revolutionary attitude towards our aliens the British, despite the fact that he was great nationalist, today display posters in Assam with Kanhiya behind bars. Do Congress feel that celebrating terror acts every year was the nationalism of Mahatma Gandhi or Indira Gandhi?
Now these guys from JNU are in the deepest mess. They are in a weak boat that is sailing against the wind and is sinking fast. One way out is to jump in the seas. But there are huge sharks in the form of Leftists, anchors, Congressmen, liberals, Naxals to swallow them. Like the atheist turned theist who developed confidence in Providence, these guys are vacillating between death and hope. Death of their careers, of course!
An atheist was spending a quiet day fishing when suddenly his boat was attacked by the Loch Ness monster. In one easy flip,
the beast tossed him and his boat at least a hundred feet into the air. The monster then opened its mouth while waiting below
to swallow man and boat. As the man sailed head over heels and started to fall towards the open jaws of the ferocious beast he cried out, “Oh, my God! Help me!” Suddenly, the scene froze in place. As the atheist hung in midair, a booming voice came out of the clouds and said, “I thought you didn’t believe in Me!” “God, come on, give me a break!” the man pleaded, “Just seconds ago I didn’t believe in the Loch Ness monster either!” “Well,” said God, “now that you are a believer you must
understand that I won’t work miracles to snatch you from certain death in the jaws of the monster, but I can change hearts. What would you have me do?” The atheist thinks for a minute and then says, “God, please have the Loch Ness Monster believe in You also.” God replies, “So be it.” The scene starts in motion again with the atheist falling towards the ravenous jaws of the ferocious beast. Then the Loch Ness Monster folds his claws together and says, “Lord, bless this food You have so graciously provided…..”
Hope good sense prevails on these five guys and they return from the deep seas that they sailed into. In other words an apology to the Mother Land and an undertaking that they would distance from all Barkhas may save them the day and their careers.
And we are finding many columnists who masquerade as Journalists but in fact, are news traders who sell their souls for a few bucks here and there, that this Kanhaiya is loved by millions. The truth is millions are not bothered about these minions but those few who are bothered are awaiting news as in the following anecdote.
A law firm receptionist answered the phone the morning after the firm’s senior partner had passed away unexpectedly. “Is Mr. Spenser there?” asked the client on the phone.
“I’m very sorry, but Mr. Spenser passed away last night,” the receptionist answered. “Can anyone else help you?”
The man paused for a moment, then quietly said, “no” and hung up.
Ten minutes later, he called again and asked for Mr. Spenser, his ex-wife’s lawyer. The receptionist said, “You just called a few minutes ago, didn’t you? Mr. Spenser has died. I’m not making this up.” The man again hung up.
Fifteen minutes later, he called a third time and asked for Mr. Spenser. The receptionist was irked by this time. “I’ve told you twice already, Mr. Spenser is dead. He is not here! Why do you keep asking for him when I say he’s dead? Don’t you understand what I’m saying?”
The man replied, “I understand you perfectly. I just like hearing you say it over and over.”
Hope these guys see reason and come out of the clutches of losers like Congress or ultra leftists in the guise of Media men and women.