I actually debated within myself for the last five days whether I should actually write this piece…it was more than a debate…it was a kind of soul-searching with a spiritual dimension to it. I’m just being dramatic okay? Because it’s completely in tune with the whining “letter” that a bunch of unemployable relics wrote to Prime Minister Narendra Modi about a week ago. Most of them largely hail from the film and theatre background. That’s what the “letter” is: Dramatics. A phony script that not only fooled none but boomeranged on its imprecators with breathtaking swiftness. The law of diminishing marginal returns that accelerated between 2014-19 has now started to yield negative returns to these discredited eminences.
But the “letter” is also something else. It’s their Resumes. Actually, it is exactly one resume photocopied 49 times and signed by all job applicants in the desperate hope that somebody will help them resuscitate their decades-long Kirana shops rudely shuttered after Narendra Modi first became Prime Minister.
But we get ahead of ourselves.
We must send our heartfelt congratulations to former Karnataka Chief Minister Siddaramaiah for the creative use of the phrase, “wholesale and retail” in the dark and ugly art of political horse trading. Only, the phrase is singularly applicable to the Leftist ideological scavengers who have for long feasted and fattened themselves on the leftovers of political, moral and ethical corruption. And so, “wholesale” connotes the aforementioned political philandering and corruption of whose sales proceeds, there was almost an endless supply for nearly six decades. “Retail” connotes the working capital diverted from these sales proceeds that used to fuel these ideological Kirana shops. Most of the wholesale warehouses are tottering on the verge of total collapse which is why 95% of these Kirana shops are on the brink of extinction. Needless, both the wholesale and the retail business was carried on at the expense of your money and mine.
Hence the resume.
On the surface, it is full of self-righteous fury and a clarion call to “kindness,” “equality,” “justice,” “freedom,” etc where each word is its own antonym, emanating from these out-of-business shop owners. But the real sentiment animating it is panic. In really simple terms, what this means is this: the real prospect of losing, forever, the kind of lifestyles these discredited and toxic eminences continue to lead—now, to a greatly diminished extent.
So here’s a byte-sized description of the qualifications and skills of each of the aforementioned resume-writers.
But before we proceed, here’s a dead giveaway of their panic: Aamir Khan—He Who Infamously Thundered that His Wife felt Unsafe in (Modi’s) India—is not one of the resume-writers.
Think about it.
The “credentials” and occupations of some signatories are a mockery of a mockery. Let’s examine just a few of the most notable ones, or celebrities as they themselves call…errr…themselves.
Oh! I forgot to mention another name that’s conspicuously absent in this resume: the Musical Urban Naxal, T.M. Krishna.