The hygiene standard for any commentator worth even a modicum of salt is to have commented on the crumbling of the Commonwealth Games like a soggy tea-dipped biscuit. Editorials have been written, jokes been made. Arnab has fulminated and, predictably, Shobha De has fluffed up her easily ruffled moral feathers and, well, commented. Suresh Kalmadi has been drawn and quartered in a trial by media – mouth dry as words fail him, dignity stripped away and eyes glazed over. Our kings are naked but this is the weakest scandal I’ve come across in years! I mean, come on, where is the mistress and where’s the smut?
The senator from New York was caught with his pants down in Washington, British ministers have fallen like flies as clandestine affairs have crawled naked out of the woodwork, and Anna Chapman has been deported back to the USSR and is considering a career in politics. Why even Lalit Modi’s IPL saga has a South African angle with curves on it. Push come to shove even Shashi came good and made an honest woman of his scandal. Sure money has been made but that’s par for the course. Where is the moll, the sweetheart, the honey, the Venus fly trap? As a developing superpower can we not rustle up one perfect storm of a scam and get a Mata Hari into the mix?
We can forgive toilet rolls being bought at thrice the price. And forget that no new stadia have been built. Rs 28000 to 36000 crores have vanished without a trace. Delhi is a hole in a dust bowl. Sheila and MS Gill are smiling inscrutably. The Prime Minister is visiting the Jawahar Lal Nehru Stadium and the raciest bit we’ve got thus far is Mani Shankar Aiyer’s travel plans for October. Is this the best this proud nation of India can muster? Wake up and smell the bed linen, people - you want a man sized sporting scandal give me Tiger Woods any day.
Bill caused pain in his marriage and even Gore has contributed to global warming. Tony’s got his autobiography out and admitted to the unassailable connection between power and getting his mojo on. Let’s not even begin to knock on the doors of Berlusconi and Bruni. Meanwhile here we are - stuck between a few potholes and a soft place!
Hard working people go out and make money every day. And public money will ultimately find a private pocket. The land of Khajuraho and Vatsyayan’s Kamasutra has a sensuous legacy that finds expression in a myriad positions – surely we can manage one last sting in the tail. It will probably make for good sport.
The senator from New York was caught with his pants down in Washington, British ministers have fallen like flies as clandestine affairs have crawled naked out of the woodwork, and Anna Chapman has been deported back to the USSR and is considering a career in politics. Why even Lalit Modi’s IPL saga has a South African angle with curves on it. Push come to shove even Shashi came good and made an honest woman of his scandal. Sure money has been made but that’s par for the course. Where is the moll, the sweetheart, the honey, the Venus fly trap? As a developing superpower can we not rustle up one perfect storm of a scam and get a Mata Hari into the mix?
We can forgive toilet rolls being bought at thrice the price. And forget that no new stadia have been built. Rs 28000 to 36000 crores have vanished without a trace. Delhi is a hole in a dust bowl. Sheila and MS Gill are smiling inscrutably. The Prime Minister is visiting the Jawahar Lal Nehru Stadium and the raciest bit we’ve got thus far is Mani Shankar Aiyer’s travel plans for October. Is this the best this proud nation of India can muster? Wake up and smell the bed linen, people - you want a man sized sporting scandal give me Tiger Woods any day.
Bill caused pain in his marriage and even Gore has contributed to global warming. Tony’s got his autobiography out and admitted to the unassailable connection between power and getting his mojo on. Let’s not even begin to knock on the doors of Berlusconi and Bruni. Meanwhile here we are - stuck between a few potholes and a soft place!
Hard working people go out and make money every day. And public money will ultimately find a private pocket. The land of Khajuraho and Vatsyayan’s Kamasutra has a sensuous legacy that finds expression in a myriad positions – surely we can manage one last sting in the tail. It will probably make for good sport.
Quite a different approach to look at.
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But fact still remains the same.
....and the plot thickens! I am sure you'll find what you are looking for in this scandal if you dig deeper. But for now its time to fill up all the excavations and let the games begin!!
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