The psychology of Modi Bhakts

In the end scenes of the movie Schindler’s list depict Amon Leopold Göth ( the Nazi captain and commandment of the Kraków-Płaszów concentration camp ) being hanged, his last words before being hanged would be ” Heil Hitler” even after Hitler being defeated.

Modi bhakts in India have the similar mindset, even after being proved that modi is a failure. promises have now become lies with no development in sight, prices of petrol and gas shooting up despite the fall in crude oil prices, Demonetization failure resulting in the fall of GDP and the implementation of GST which is a disaster, they are not willing to admit that Modis development idea is a failure.

Now with the fall in economy many people who believed in modi as a strong leader who can bring a change has given up on him. They are irritated by the lynchings and his minsters negligence towards preventing disasters that could be avoided. Negligence of his team of ministers after being pointed out by people on social media, his stand on not condemning the violence in the name of Gaurakshas with a strong note and following trolls who give abusive threat to journalists even after being pointed out by the global media disappointed the people who voted for him believing his dramatic gimmicks of development. Those who voted for modi believing in development have completely given up on him after burning their hands putting a hole in their pockets. Those who have inked their finger for voting modi for the development propaganda are now regretting the choice they made and we are witnessing it on social media.

However there are people who say

” I still see him as a strong leader”

what makes them think he’s a strong leader after being proved a failure?

It is the hindutva agenda he stands for that makes those people think he’s a strong leader. Ashamed or hesitant to say it out in the open these people hide behind the mask of development propaganda even when there’s nothing. Under the mask of development lies a blood thirsty face of the hindutvawadis. Their agenda is one nation, one religion and one language which is completely against the secular and diverse fabric of India. Anyone who doesn’t comply with that is an anti national. They do not care about economy, inflation and joblessness. These people are no different than jihadis who wouldn’t mind dying to kill others. The are saffron terrorists. Their goal is Hindu Rashtra and would do anything, and are willing to sacrifice anything for that. They are the neo Nazis of India.

So the next time you hear the word

I still see Modi as a strong leader, you know who they are and what they stand for.

Be aware and don’t be fooled by dramatic promises.

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Fascism: The silent rise of the neo-Nazis

My article on the rise of fascism

Cafe Dissensus Everyday

By Arrow

While I was a student in a German institute, I was advised never to discuss Adolf Hitler with any German National, as it reminded them of the Holocaust. They despise Nazism, Nazis who followed Hitler, and do not want to be associated with any of that horrendous past. However, the results of the election in 2017 show a silent but salient growth of the new age Nazis or the neo Nazis. The Alternative für Deutschland (AFD) formed in 2013 has secured 13% of the votes enabling them to be in the Reichstag (Bundestag) for the first time in the last 72 years. History repeats itself. Neo-Nazis are far right ideologues like Hitler, who believe in racial superiority. They are anti equality, anti diversity and anti plurality. The tragedy is that the rise in these neo-Nazis isn’t limited to Germany alone. It has crossed borders, continents and is now…

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My tribute to Gauri Lankesh

Journalism can never be silent: that is its greatest virtue and its greatest fault. It must speak, and speak immediately, while the echoes of wonder, the claims of triumph and the signs of horror are still in the air.

Ever since I was a child, I wanted to become a journalist, an investigative one. To me it was more than just a job. It was a dream. A dream implanted in my mind by those journalists whose writings inspired me, the way they exposed the corrupt politicians and officials. The way they brought to light a lot of scams. Things are never the same always, changed as I grew up and yes, I lost respect I has for a lot of journalists whom I adored when I was a child.

It was too late when I finally figured out journalism has turned into a money making business and nothing more. I understood the art of reporting isn’t just reporting it’s about fabrication, twisting facts, and giving importance to things what they feel is important, not what is actually important. It was about manipulation and the editors are the ones who decide what people should read and see. A few days ago I stumbled upon reading about an article on Martha Gelhorn. I was impressed. I wished, if only people like her still exist and gave us actual facts instead of fabricated ones. I didn’t realize there was one who still lived to be the ideal face of true journalism. Yes, I’m talking about Gauri Lankesh.

Gauri Lankesh as we all know was murdered in cold blood. Until her death I wasn’t aware of the fact that she was a renowned journalist. I honestly wish I had known about her and her ethics when she was still alive. Running a magazine without posting ads is something that surprised me, because today one can’t read news on the internet without closing a set of ads that pop up irritating every reader. One can’t finish reading a magazine or a newspaper without avoiding full page advertisements. The greed for money and fame has deteriorated the ethics of journalism I idolized. She’s the journalist I wanted to become when I was a child.

She was a rebel.
A nightmare to those who try to oppress others.
She didn’t walk in a garden of flowers;
She walked in a wild forest of thorns.
She wasn’t wearing fancy jewelry,
She was adorned with a crown of nails.
She didn’t sleep in a cozy room enjoying the moonlight through her window pane.
A knife hung above her head even while sleeping.

That’s the life of a warrior and she’s no different.

A fierce independent woman with the left ideology, unafraid, who rose against all odds in a patriarchal society and ran a weekly journal which solely relied on the money that generated by the readers. She didn’t write for the elites. She didn’t write for those who can understand complicated English. She wrote for the common man. Nothing impacts a reader as much as anything that’s written on his mother tongue so she wrote in kannada. Her focus was to reach out to the masses and she wrote in the language they could understand. Why did she reach out to the masses and not elites? The same reason people fight for workers and not bourgeoisie. Her articles was against casteism. Her articles were against right wing propaganda and fake news spreading via social media. She was against caste politics and oppression. The people who suffered because of her tired to silence her. She was pulled to the court. Defamation suits were filed. She didn’t stop. She resisted with all her might.

“Lankesh believed that publications succumb to favouring rich corporations or powerful government officials and politicians because they sponsor ads that are a crucial to a newspaper’s survival. Lankesh believed this would kill journalistic integrity. He decided that Lankesh Patrike was to run purely on circulation.”
Wrote on the wire writer, chaitanya.

That’s what Gauri Lankesh too believed and she followed her father’s legacy till her death.

Her finances mostly depended on the articles she wrote for other magazines especially the English. She wrote columns in English magazines to support kannada journal and her kannada translation of various books. She even made a deal with Rana Ayyub to translate the book she wrote (Gujarat files).

Gauri Lankesh ran out of money in a couple of months New India was born ( November 8 2017). Her bank balance confirmed by her friend was just a few thousands. The CM’s chief media advisor Dinesh Matto has said that he was told Gauri Lankesh has withdrawn her last insurance policy to meet ends. In a country where charlatans drive Benz cars and get into self promotion propaganda all she could afford was a Toyota’s cheapest version.

There are people who claim she would have been alive if she didn’t write against the right wing. I would say there is no point in living if you surrender yourself to fear when threatened. Yes, she didn’t surrender. She didn’t stop being a critic and that’s what makes her a warrior in real life unlike the keyboard warriors we encounter everywhere ( including the man in my mirror).

What’s the purpose of life if you can’t stand up and fight for the weak and downtrodden people. She stood for her fellow journalists who were brutally murdered. She joined the protests that demanded the government to take swift actions against those who murdered Kalburgi.

One may ask what’s so great about her that I idolize her, my answer is she has showed me what true journalism is. She has showed me what it takes to stand up for an ideology. She has showed me what’s having a spine actually is. She has showed me the ethics of journalism I believed as a child didn’t perish and there are people out there who don’t bow down to bullying. If I ever become a journalist it’s Gauri Lankesh I aspire to be.

Killed by the enemy
In the battlefield while
Standing up for the ideology
Is the true honour
A warrior could ever get

She was honoured that way. She’s a warrior. They have silenced her body, not her warrior spirit. Warriors fall, the war goes on and we will go on fighting till we win.

If they every tell my story let them say “this man lived in the time of Gauri Lankesh” . May my epitaph carry the words ” here lies a man who has seen a True Journalist in his life “.

She once said
“These intolerant voices find strength in our silence. Let them learn to argue using words instead of threats.” source : the wire

May the voices never stop .

What’s spirit of mumbai ?

Ghanta Spirit of Mumbai !

Mumbaikars don’t crib about what happens around them and ‘adjust’ themselves. To cover up for their failures to question those who rule & exploit them and those who converted their city of dreams into a nightmare, they call their plight ‘Spirit of Mumbai’ and move on..

For a city that contributes 30% of Income tax of the total collection from the whole of India, it is pittance the city gets in return towards infra development. But when Mumbaikars get out of the local train dripping in sweat and at times with their pockets picked, they call this ‘struggle’ as ‘Spirit of Mumbai’ and move on..

Mumbaikars get choked due to pollution. BMC let’s dumping grounds burn. Drinking water run through rusted pipelines. There are no open spaces left. There are no footpaths to walk. Dengue cases keep rising. Believe it or not, Mumbai has the highest number of Tuberculosis patients amongst all metros in India. Garbage disposal is pathetic. People keep falling off running trains & buses. Slums and slum dwellers keep increasing. But those who are not affected at that point of time, keep talking of ‘Spirit of Mumbai’ and move on..

Every time bombs have exploded in jam-packed trains, markets or in buses, everything was normal next day as if nothing happened and politicians with media in tow, saluted & celebrated the ‘Spirit of Mumbai’ and moved on..

Marathon traffic pile-ups, pot-holes, train delays, taxi drivers and auto rickshaw drivers refusing to ply – nobody questions anyone. Just cite the great ‘Spirit of Mumbai’ and move on..

Mangroves have disappeared, lands are encroached, skys-crapers are coming up, Builders-politician nexus has allowed the city to become one urban hell. Resources have depleted, green cover has disappeared and in a constant run to chase life, Mumbaikars simply don’t have time to think of anything. That insanity is sugar-coated as ‘Spirit of Mumbai’ and everybody moves on..

Yaaaar ! Pls tell Mumbaikars that there is nothing called ‘Spirit of Mumbai’ ! It is actually a celebration of their helplessness. Yesterday was no different.

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the ignorance of the protestors

It has become a fashion these days to support farmers and agriculture, when people fight for the farmers they think they are fighting for the labours who die every day of starvation. they don’t understand ground reality the truth is no matter how much prosperous agriculture field is the main beneficiary is not the one who toils but the one who owns big lands. the land still belongs to the rich and the workers who toil hard are underpaid no matter what and are discriminated. so when you fight or protest for a farmers you’re not protesting for farmers who starve but those filthy rich big shots who destroy the livelihood of farmers. most of those who protest are living or working in places built destroying agricultural lands.

The goal of the protests should be to improve the livelihood of the farmers by fixing minimum wages and prices of the products not just fighting against every damn plan the government brings without having a basic understanding.

It’s all in our mind 

What’s good? .. what’s bad?
What makes a woman good ? What makes a woman bad?
We live in this world as second handed people where almost all our judgements are clouded based on what we have been taught when we are raised. There is no originality in us. Our thoughts and judgements have always been influenced by external factors and our past experiences. Our mind is always conditioned and we aren’t even trying to break our conditioned mind. 
Yet, we judge others and term them good and bad. Even before we understand people we judge them. If a man drinks alcohol, he’s bad. If a woman smokes she’s bad. If she tries to break out her cages she’s bad. If a man has multiple affairs he’s a player, if a woman does that she’s a slut and above all we judge people based on their sexual orientation and the food they eat, some of us even try to brand them as sinners and punish them for it.
Why does it really matter what people do in their personal life? Who are we to judge them or brand them. Understand that no one is born to impress the other or live by the rules of others
Next time before you judge someone on what they do with their life there’s something called minding your own business .. try that .

Expanded version of the ungodly hour

It was an improperly planned trip .. booked the wrong train, got down at the wrong station at the wrong time, the goal was to be at the point where the bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea and the Indian ocean meet by sunrise, but it appeared impossible.  It was the ungodly hour of the night when even the stray dogs would sleep, not a soul at sight .. I dared to walk slowly looking for people to ask for direction. Google maps failed me as the internet connectivity was zero. The point of the cellphone tower symbol showed nothing ..it was out of coverage area I realized, yet I kept walking down the road, finally found a tea shop that was open, words could never define how relieved I felt knowing that I could ask someone the way and wouldn’t miss the sunrise. He showed me the way and the place where I could get the bus, yet informed me I have to wait till 5.30 in the morning for the first bus. I decided not to waste my time over there and started walking hoping I would find some way to reach my destination on time. It was thrilling as the way resembled an abandoned village where​ there was no light except the flashlight of the cellphone and the lights of vehicles that crossed me .. dogs started howling as if they were wolves waiting for their prey. I had no choice but got to find a way, it was at that moment when my hope of watching the sunrise faded a vehicle stoped by.. I stuck a deal with him and got into it. As they say the night is cold and filled with terrors, I started wondering would such a travel be this easy for me if I were a woman. Never for a second I was scared of being raped or talking to strangers. Never for a moment I was scared to let anyone know I’m alone. The worst thing that could have happened is someone would have robbed me of my cellphone but thinking from a woman’s perspective, I understand how tough would it have been for them .. the truth is we as humans have failed to feel them secure. In other species it’s not always the same species that preys on its own.  We humans have become worse than animals or always have been. Men have become sexual predators and instead of appreciating the gentleness of Women we take advantage of that. Few can say not all men rape, but the truth is when you stand​ silent and given the feel that women should be protected it’s a total failure of men as a gender. Not just in the middle of the night men have made women feel insecure everywhere even inside the house. It’s natural to feel attracted to the opposite sex but how we express it is what that defines us. It’s ok to openly express your attraction but learning to accept No with a grace is something most men lack, our ego gets hurt and we become monsters craving revenge on them. The only solution to this is learning to accept the fact that they are also humans with feelings and not just an object of sex. This can be achieved only when parents raise their children teaching such values and ingrain them in the minds of kids .

An unearthly hour

This is the post excerpt.

It was an improperly planned trip .. booked the wrong train, got down at the wrong station at the wrong time, the goal was to be at the point where the Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean meet by sunrise, but it seemed impossible now.  It was an unholy time of the night when even the stray dogs would sleep, not a soul in sight .. I dared to walk, slowly looking for people to ask for direction. Google maps failed me as the internet connectivity was zero. The point of the cellphone tower symbol showed nothing ..It was out of coverage area I realized, yet I kept walking down that road, finally, found a tea shop open, words can never express how relieved I felt knowing that I could ask someone the way and wouldn’t miss my sunrise. He did show me the place where I could get the bus, yet informed me I have to wait till 5.30am for the first bus. I decided not to waste my time over there and started walking hoping I would find some othet way to reach my destination in time. It was thrilling, …. as the way resembled an abandoned village where​ there was no light except the flashlight of the cellphone and the lights of vehicles that crossed me .. dogs started howling as if they were wolves waiting for their prey😂. I had no choice but to find a way, it was at that moment, when my hope of watching the sunrise faded, a vehicle stopped by.. I struck a deal with him and got into it. As they say the night is cold and filled with terrors, I started wondering would such a travel be this easy for me if I were a woman. Never for a second I was scared of being raped or talking to strangers. Never for a moment I was scared to let anyone know I was alone. The worst thing that could have happened is someone would have robbed me of my cellphone but thinking from a woman’s perspective, I understand how tough it would have been for her .. the truth is we as humans have failed to feel them secure. Among other species, it’s not always the same species that preys on its own. We humans have become worse than animals or always have been. Many of our men have become sexual predators, we prey on them in their hour of need. Few can say not all men rape, but the truth is when you stand​ silent and give the feel that women should be protected it’s a total failure of men.