is a collection of writings and smitings, political commentary and thoughts on everyday things from an old septuagenarian lawyer with frayed robes named M. A. Sadanand

SF Calls Me About M. A. J.

Super terrorist Kasab who is entertaining the Mumbai court with his antics, is now put in the shade by dear old Jinnah who, through bluff and cigar smoke created Pakistan just to spite the enemies of Advani and Jaswant Singh in the BJP into tarring and feathering them, just stopping short of stripping them and giving them a donkey ride facing the donkey’s ass. Some Fool (SF) thought that since Jinnah and I have the same Initials - M. A. - I may be a close relative to whom
Jinnah would have disclosed his real motive for the partition of India.

So, to be one up. he phoned me.

“Sir, I read your stuff, and I have heard that you are a lawyer who suffered injustice because of actions of knaves. Are you by the way, related to M. A. Jinnah? He has risen from the grave to wipe out writers who, bored with politics, tap the keyboard of their computers and send the stuff to publishers, to make a fast buck in their dotage.”

“Dear SF my family-tree, which was recently drawn or compiled by my nephews S. R. A. Das, a painter, and his brother, S. R. Prasad, a Kalaripayat Guru, traces my ancestry to a Kshatriya king of a small principality called ‘Aduthala Kovilagam’, in Pazhayangadi, near Kannur. My maternal grandmother had gone to a temple festival there, where the king fell head over heels in love with the ravishing beauty, and I am carrying the torch in the second generation having
inherited Kerala Varma’s deep tan.

“So SF, go ahead and denigrate Jinnah to your heart’s content. It may please BJP, which may be hoping for a sweep in the elections 30 years from now, after the Gandhi-line calls it a day. Good luck. Don’t worry about age… Mu Ka, Achuthanandan, Karunakaran who is now 92, Advani, and other nonagenarians will be at the starting blocks. The lure of power is the best medicine not yet discovered by the medical profession.”

“If you don’t mind sir, one more aspect of the present imbroglio, namely Arun Shourie’s untimely entry into the brawl room was avoidable. Don’t you think so?”

“He is an intellectual. Such people cannot curb the steam that has necessarily to propel some action forward lest it should back track on himself and damage his sanity. I have read many of his books and felt exhilarated, for he suffers no fools. Look at the Parliament now! Do I have to tell you so that you could. use it as a scoop?”

“No sir. I know. Everybody knows. The only thing that has gone up in 62 years of self rule is the price line. You can’t order ten rotten eggs to throw at the police or non-striking lawyers, without pledging your wife’s ornaments or the Colour TV so lovingly gifted by the Makkal’s government.”

“SF, Jaswant and Arun have had a long innings and authored books that have raised Cain. Arun’s English is gripping, but I haven’t read any prose from Jaswant. Why does he wear epaulets? Is it symbolic of his militancy?”

6 months ago on September 10th, 2009 at 10:40 am | Permalink

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