Sunday, April 30

Quatrain LXXXXII -- MEDIA DONS THE EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES

Media bigwigs have dropped their cloak
And boast of their intimacy to this fixer ‘bloke’

‘My friend’, ‘my close friend’, ‘Mahajanji, get well soon’
*
Shivani’s** dead, but there's others who sing her mercenary tune

*
-- Get well soon, Mr Mahajan -- KARAN THAPAR
http://hindustantimes.com/news/181_1686715,00300002.htm
-- ‘Pramod, get out of the ICU. Let’s go home’ -- By Malavika Sangghvi (Editor - DNA)
http://www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?NewsID=1026356
-- My Friend, Mr Mahajan -- Rajdeep Sardessai's blog
http://www.ibnlive.com/blogs/rajdeepsardesai/1/8986/my-friend-mr-mahajan.html

-- The Pramod Mahajan I know -- Neeta Kolhatkar - special correspondent DNA
http://www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?NewsID=1025559
-- thehoot.org (fourth observation)
http://www.thehoot.org/story.asp?storyid=Web5917630252Hoot72646%20PM2084&pn=1

** Shivani Bhatnagar, an Indian Express journalist who was murdered in her New Delhi home in 1999. The controversy that followed her murder, roped into the spotlight Pramod Mahajan, who managed to skip the shit and IPS officer R K Sharma, who landed in it.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

My father used to say about an old saying in bengali: "When a fox licks a tiger's cheeks, you should know we are in dangerous times". This is what is happening right now in India. The business web is bare: journalists and politicians are no longer strange bedfellows. They are making love together. It's an orgy of business lives and its interests which are at stake and people are taking care to keep the whorehouse intact. This is an ethical issue of whoredom politics. Kingdoms had harems. Democracy has brothels. It's party time when the pimps are toasting! Cheers! Long Live journalist-politician unity! Long Live Prime Time Oldies! Long Live Television Mafias, Long Live the Stinking Underwears of Shaven Faces!

Yours faithfully!

May 01, 2006 2:08 am  
Blogger Anil P said...

With reference to the outpourings on Mahajan's death.

I suppose this only proves that death gives us the 'clarity' that life doesn't. In a strange way, I suppose it is easier to come to terms with the 'present' of the 'past', easier to digest, and easier to forgive, and I suppose that is what civilisation is all about, though for civilisation to survive one cannot be forgiving of everything.

May 04, 2006 10:19 pm  

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