Of hartals and the Freedom struggle



Long live Kerala! On the day my state celebrated this year’s 83rd hartal, I was lucky enough to learn more about the Freedom Struggle. It would only be right for me to thank a few clowns, quite a lot in fact, for enabling me learn more on what struggle and stir are for and what they bring in as benefits.

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A Left MLA, trying his buffoonery bit on state television as if to convince the Right and this sorry state on the struggle for the rights of the PEOPLE, went to the extent of comparing the August 20 stir with the Independence movement. An elected member who represents a part of the people in the state legislative Assembly, equating a hartal that was good enough only to make the people suffer all day and night on that date, is the limit. Kudos, Mr MLA. You are much more worthy of being burned alive than the textbook that is destined to be burnt on Kerala’s streets.

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Home grown tech major UST Global, who is now part of the elite league in IT space, learnt what it really means to be in Kerala on hartal day. Three high-profile members of the UST Global advisory board, accompanied by the company top brass based in the US, had come calling, only to be greeted by slogan shouting, militant looking strikers. No entry they seemed to say, and they in fact did block the entrance gate. Visitors, local or foreign, how do they matter on hartal day! Company officials had to find a way out to take the dignitaries inside. Thankfully there was a rear entry!


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A few vehicles bore the brunt of strikers’ ire on hartal day. Naturally, broken windshields meant going to the police for help. The police, long live their tribe, had a stock answer. Didn’t you guys know that it’s a hartal day and that you shouldn’t be taking your vehicles on to the roads? Any answers to that gem of a question from the law keepers?

Comments

Unknown said…
Sanjeev,NO ANSWERS!further never call them leech's-sometimes leeches are used for removing blood clots.call these useless b...., mosquitoes.they suck blood & spread diseases.whatever you do,say...well you cannot eliminate these guys(i should prefix a 4 letter word).Let God save His own country-chances are remote.
4:37 AM
Unknown said…
like to add one more word..a filmy dialogue...ek machhar admi ko hijada banatha hai..
4:56 AM
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5:02 AM
Babitha Marina Justin said…
It is so unfashionable to say this, i may be branded as a petty bourgeoise or a middle class snob, but hooliganism in the name of hartal is also a hall mark of Gods own country. You may say that it is everywhere in India, but the rest of india dont have high claims about literacy, health and law order like us. much that i admire marx, sometimes i feel that communism has screwed up our state, well for saying this one can be labelled as a right winged fascist in the circle- thats the beauty of socialism. they cant help but tag people, and compartmentalise them. once again, lovely to have some like you around who can talk fearlessly and honestly. as usual good style of writing as well
12:42 AM
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