Mar 04, 2024
Mar 04, 2024
|The world is leaking. No plumber can permanently fix it. This is the price of technology. Technology will continue to grow. It will continue to tempt. Human nature will continue to be curious and intrusive. We might well be witnessing a major transformation in the history of humankind. The world is moving towards total transparency.
- From "Life in a Leaking World"
Strangely, there has been until now only deathly silence on the subject of the letter. The letter is already making the rounds on the Internet."According to my information, two sisters, Anushka and Nadia, of Ms Sonia Gandhi had received sixty percent of the kickbacks in this deal that is Rs.18, 000 crores each. The frequent travel of Sonia Gandhi and her immediate family to Malaysia, Hongkong, Dubai and parts of Europe including London requires to be probed under the law. What requiresyour special attention is the mode of the travel, not by commercial airliners, but by jets provided by the corporate sector which itself is illegal under the DGCA Rules.”
More by : Dr. Rajinder Puri
|Thank you for this post.
Also, the same silence follows Mr. Swamy's declaration that Rs. 40,000/- crores of the CWG money went to Raoul Vinci aka Rahul Gandhi.
A whole lot of people and foreign govts know everything; the rest of us live on conjecture.
|This blog reminds me of the poem I wrote about 25 years ago on one of my many visits to Delhi during my professional life. It was during Rajiv Gandhi’s regime. Since then my impression has not changed. The place has a genius of its own – it attracts only thieves and freebooters and breeds only a perverse political culture. It lacks real culture that enriches human society. That poem has been published also in boloji. Here it is –
I had been to that deadly city
In sunless December cold ---
Sleepy before sundown the deserted roads
Lined with ghostly trees and haunted steads
Not a single soul abroad ---
I felt myself desolate and completely out of place
Where the infantile regent holds his demented court
With his courtly cronies and jesting clowns
The freshly severed head of a fool
Fallen from grace in momentary whim
On public display
Reminding others not to grow too bold
To threaten the jealously guarded throne
And in the dark dungeon the regent’s next of kin
With eyes gouged out in agony groans
In the hushed harems the eunuchs and omraos –
Those adventuring birds of similar feathers –
Constantly conspire for a coup
To plunder more and for a bigger booty
In its midst, by that parlour of perversity,
Outwardly poor you modestly stand
Banga Bhawan, my home away from home,
Rich in love, compassion and care
To welcome me warmly in your motherly arms
In that outlandish macabre world.
|Nothing will happen. All the thieves will sit together, find a way out to defuse the situation and start doing these things again as usual. This is nothing new.