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 Um Abharti: More Fatale Than Femme:She has struggled hard but unsuccessfully to morph from a female into a woman. No luck there. The experiment went awry, and she turned into a Gorgon. In the process, she untiringly went on exposing herself - as less than human, as a lesser Hindu, and as least Indian. An arch demolisher of mosques, grabber of idgahs, and denigrator of the national flag, she has daringly piled not only crimes but also, and much more avidly, sins galore. She insulted the code and desecrated the canon of sannyas by her indulgences and interests verboten to renunciates, her vulgar fakery, her habitual hysterics and near epilectic theatrics. Sannyas posits ascetism and total renunciation of the world, and unequivocal and irreversible detachment from the passions, prejudices and profits of the world. But her attachment to worldly goodies, power, and material gains, her immersion in the mean and murky passions of the lowest kind, her soaring ambition, her uncouth whip of the tongue, her inhuman primitivism, and her shallow grandstanding and picayune peccadillos qualify her as the star curio of a carnival more than as a member, however lowly, of any civilized society. She needs helicopter rides to attend her own party’s meetings. This is her idea of serving the people. She has stingingly excelled as a disgrace to Indian womanhood. She is unashamed and unrepentant, for she is only a female despairing of ever being a woman. She thinks she owes no loyalty to a sorority which rejected her as a freak and a fraud. Asad Vani: The guy criminally involved in the demolition of the Babri Mosque, the mentor and messiah of Hindu terrorists, the herald of butcheries and bonfires, the trail-blazer of serial genocides of minorities in post-1947 India, Ad Vani is Asad (evil) Vani (voice) of Hindu communalism and theocratic fascism. The poster boy of Hindu militancy crying hoarse, without any hint of irony, against terrorist blasts in Delhi on Oct.29! He forgets he was the co-conspirator and active collaborator of the rain of terror in Gujarat Genocide 2002 when his acolytes chose over 2000 Muslims to kill, burn, rape, and loot. The thief crying loudest “thief”! The Delhi victims of a random accident have been given Rs. 50,000 each. Did not the victims of Gujarat Genocide deserve much more for having been no victims of a random accident but targeted as the kill? But they were not so generously deemed deserving of any restitution or relief. The ace architect of terrorism as Indian statecraft, he desperately seeks rehabilitating himself by shrieking the hoarsest against terrorism, only of others (Islamic, Pakistani). He thus privileges sanction for Hindu terrorism to remain untrammeled, unpunished, unrepentant – free to destroy the nation, and imperil its security. Shamelessly, he has been repetitively calling for the resignations and sackings of this or that Congress leader on a variety of presumed culpability these past months. He looks like a joker or jack in the box with his imbecile monotone. He, as Home Minister, never considered resigning (hawala and other scams) or sacking a terrorist like Modi for his heinous crimes in Gujarat. He never asked his Railways Minister Nitish to resign in the wake of umpteen railway crashes under his stewardship, nor any others similarly found corrupt or criminally implicated in case after unending case. Master Mask Of Mayhem: Atal, the incorrigible geezer, pretends he still wears an unfrayed mask and can get away with any inanity of stance or pomposity of speech. He affects the airs of a knight errant in respect of “terrorism”: “the whole nation is against this (Delhi) terrorism” or something like that patter. The geriatric oddity forgets he was not so worked up at the willful murder-rape-bonfire of 2000 plus Indians in Gujarat Genocide 2002 committed by his ideological cohort and fascist gangsters. He, like others of the HinduTaliban, is frothily fuming at the “Islamic terrorists”, but the custom made bull horn of the saffronazis does neither fool nor amuse anyone any more except his gang - the pseudo-Hindu traitors and saffronazi terrorists. The provincial who degraded the Prime Ministership of India to the Pandit Maharajship of a totemic cult of vice and violence, wedded to wipe off India’s anciently rich and multivalent heritage and pledged to shrinking it into the vise of a puny, unilingual, unicultural, unireligious, regimented and zombie society, unfit even for the naked hunters and gatherers, the informer in the service of the Britishers, pretends so egregiously and moronically to wear the mantle of a peacenik in the wake of Delhi blasts, without any twinge of memory or tweak of shame. Memory: he presided as Pandit Maharaj on the most well orchestrated and state-sponsored holocaust against India’s Muslim minority, unprecedented in scale and savagery, in post-47 Indian history, which scarred and singed the nation no end, and smeared it most bleakly in the comity of nations. When Christians in Dang district of Gujarat, victims of Hindu fascists, sought his sympathy, instead of giving then solace or succor, he admonished them for not removing shards on his visit to their vandalized church. But why blame him? He is only one among all those with proven traits of recidivist attributes and habits, irredeemably steeped in crime and inextricably mired in corruption, constituting the murderous cabal called variously as Rashtriya Shatru Sangh (enemies of the nation), Vish Hindu Pom-poms (poison of Hindu guns), Bigots’ and Jackasses’ Party, Drug Vahini (army on drugs), Butchers’ Dell, etc., etc. Pseudo Shama: Always seeking photo ops and insatiably hungry for publicity and prominence, she invents causes and platforms ceaselessly to be in the limelight. So phony, that she is easily and popularly spotted out as the exemplar of shallowness and vacuity even in Pakistan. She would announce she would walk on Yamuna waters. Thousands would assemble to watch the spectacle. She would be photographed with the most stupid smile imaginable. And, then will come her squeak : the special slippers ordered from Nepal for this occasion still in transit. Sorry! Tog Adder and Sin Howl: Oaf and ogre, wired like cuckoos of the HinduTaliban clock, to rant and rave, and burst into a raucous racket that is coolly calculated to madden and paralyze the listeners. The Butcher of Gujarat: Let him read and memorize how the Hindutva icon Mussolini exited this world. In his review of Sergio Luzatto’s book, The Body of Il Duce: Mussolini’s Corpse and the Fortunes of Italy, Jon Mooallem writes (The Nation, 7 Nov. 05): “The firing squad had done its job. Now, dumped off a truck like a waterlogged mattress into Milan’s Piazzale Loreto, Benito Mussolini’s dead body had been riddled with bullets all over again, stomped upon, spat at, cursed at and urinated on by a mass of his former subjects. One of its eyeballs was lacerated and swelling with fluid. Its cranium was cracked, its cerebellum crushed. Dislodged bone jackknifed through its sinus cavity and palate. And before it was strung up over a gas station by its fat feet, someone reached into the static center of that turbulent mob and laid Mussolini’s sallow, bald head between the stiffening breasts of his mistress, splayed beside him…(so that) the sting of sarcasm would not be lost on the dead body.” SEND US YOUR FEEDBACK ABOUT THIS ARTICLE:
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