Bobbitise the bugger!
This man should be bobbitised. Am I sounding mean. I don't intend to. I mean what I say. Mohammed Azam Khan, who has set out on a vulgar trip by distributing his own party candidate Jayaprada's morphed pictures deserves no less treatment.
Outraging the modesty of a woman, physically or mentally, is crime. Azam Khan is guilty of this crime.
The poll scene in India has never been so nasty. When Azam Khan, the Samajwadi Party leader in UP, hit the scene with morphed nude pictures of party candidate Jayaprada, he was in fact raising a stink. The stink raised by Azam Khan has maligned the whole process. The Samajwadi Party has now split down the middle with Khan openly campaigning against Jayaprada in Rampur. First it was morphed pictures of the actor-politician in the nude. Then came the CDs containing the pictures. When Jayaprada lamented “it is not right to target a woman's integrity like this and no woman would want to enter such politics," she was in fact painting a picture of reality.
The general Indian public know Jayaprada as dignity personified. She has never stooped to low levels even on screen by shedding clothes for the celluloid act. Further, she has been exemplary as a politician too, having served her Rampur constituency by ushering in overall development like never before.
Maligning the image of a politician, that too a woman, calls for serious introspection by the EC and the public.Political gains notwithstanding, Azam Khan's action brings to the fore the discontent of a failed politician who can't tolerate a person from opposite gender walking away with people's laurels and support. who has been seeing unconditional support from the people of her constituency.
Wonder why all the male chauvanistic pigs in the Indian political scenario are silent about the whole episode. Wonder why the ambitious women in the political garb too aren't reacting.
Rampur has always been the daku land in Hindi films. Rampur now has moved from fiction to reality with the advent of Azam Khan. Rampur doesn't have to wait for heroes to salvage its pride. Will someone pick a blunt knife and do the needful asap, Please.

Comments

Life_In_A_MetrO said…
Rather than bobbitising, i suggest that some one pay back the bloody creep in his own coin.Morph the pics of some of his family members and sponsor a full page ad in a local newspaper featuring the pics.

And dear, where did you manage to pick that err..pic from :):)
8:00 AM
Fighter Jet said…
yeah..these guys deserve not only bobbitization...but.and castration also
12:53 PM
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