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Half-baked journalist, myopic observer, pseudo rebel, phony philosopher, wanna-be: adventurer, writer, singer, movie-star.

Thursday, 15 November 2012

One maniac short.

Half-past-one in the morning and I can't tear myself away from the ever more idiotic Hindi news channels broadcasting the scene outside Bal Thackeray's residence as he hopefully breathes his last, and they are all fawning over him!

Shameful the way modern India's icons like Amitabh Bacchhan have flocked to Bal Thackeray's bedside. How can Amitabh Bacchhan lay claim to being a pan-Indian, dyed-in-the-wool secular idol now?

Thackeray's only legacy has been ethnic-communal divisiveness, intolerance and gun-to-the-head-blackmail-­politics. Another matter of course that he couldn't have been what he is without the support of cynical politicians of all hues. These very same leaders, including Sharad Pawar (he who seldom tires of beating the secularism drum), too have flocked to his residence.

It would have been so much better to just let have Thackeray fade away as we did with that architect of the 1984 riots, HKL Bhagat.

Anyway, friends, Indians and countrymen, we are soon going to be one maniac less.

Bombay-wallahs could of course face some trouble in the morning but then they put Thackeray in the driving seat in the first place.

Ganpati Bappa Morya!