The whole Indian nation is aghast at the allegations by Arvind Kejriwal which amount to nepotism. The first expose was on the part of Robert Vadra married to Priyanka Gandhi. The second was directly at Nitin Gadkari, the President of the National Opposition Party, the BJP.
Now the point of this article is not exploring the intentions, mala-fide or otherwise, on the part of the three of them - Arvind Kejriwal the accuser or the accused Robert Vadra and Nitin Gadkari.
The simple reason is those rich basterds - Robert Vadra and Nitin Gadkari - can defend for themselves or go to hell. They, even if they have indulged in wrong doing as alleged, would never go to prison. Our only hope is that they burn in Hell instead of rotting in prison, if the allegations are true.
But what I want to write about, entirely in the context of nepotism and manipulation of others is the actions of one Shakunthala auntie (not her real name) who lives nearby to my home.
A mutual friend of both Shakuntala auntie and me has constructed a house on his ancestral property. A Griha Pravesham or house warming is scheduled over the next week. The house, an independent one, is designed for 2 tenants and the owner, who is the mutual friend.
Today, in the evening, as I was buying vegetables, Shakunthala auntie also happened to be there. As it happens, she started chatting with me.
On her enquiry whether I have been invited to the house warming, I answered in the positive. In hindsight, I should have just kept quiet. But it appears that our mutual friend had not extended the invitation to her family. Which did not surprise me at all - knowing the gossiping nature of Shakuntala auntie.
But the chats took a turn, which astonished me. Here is a reconstruction:
Auntie: I want you to do a favour to me maddie. I want you to ask (request) our friend to rent out the car parking space to me. (Her son bought a car which is parked on the road for the last eight months on the road, and has already been damaged by vandals twice).
Me: I don’t know. With the tenancy rates and with every Tom, Dick and Harry owning cars in Chennai now, the tenants would have their own car and the parking probably would not be vacant.
Auntie: There are no prospective tenants. No one wants to come there.
Me: Not true. One tenancy is fixed with the lending institution who financed the construction.
Auntie: It cannot be true. No one wants to occupy the place because the rent is too high for our locality.
Me: Not right. In fact, the lending institution explored the possibility of taking over the whole ground floor, but the deal fell through due to other reasons.
Auntie: Yeah! I know all about it. Because he (the mutual friend) told me about it, and I advised against it.
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Eff me to hell!
That conversation certainly left me in a tizzy. Just thinking about it makes my head ache.
If this is the way an old woman who has half her foot in the grave thinks and acts, I am not surprised that Robert Vadra or Nitin Gadkari indulged in making crores at the cost of poor rural farmers, if true, as alleged.
Now the point of this article is not exploring the intentions, mala-fide or otherwise, on the part of the three of them - Arvind Kejriwal the accuser or the accused Robert Vadra and Nitin Gadkari.
The simple reason is those rich basterds - Robert Vadra and Nitin Gadkari - can defend for themselves or go to hell. They, even if they have indulged in wrong doing as alleged, would never go to prison. Our only hope is that they burn in Hell instead of rotting in prison, if the allegations are true.
But what I want to write about, entirely in the context of nepotism and manipulation of others is the actions of one Shakunthala auntie (not her real name) who lives nearby to my home.
A mutual friend of both Shakuntala auntie and me has constructed a house on his ancestral property. A Griha Pravesham or house warming is scheduled over the next week. The house, an independent one, is designed for 2 tenants and the owner, who is the mutual friend.
Today, in the evening, as I was buying vegetables, Shakunthala auntie also happened to be there. As it happens, she started chatting with me.
On her enquiry whether I have been invited to the house warming, I answered in the positive. In hindsight, I should have just kept quiet. But it appears that our mutual friend had not extended the invitation to her family. Which did not surprise me at all - knowing the gossiping nature of Shakuntala auntie.
But the chats took a turn, which astonished me. Here is a reconstruction:
Auntie: I want you to do a favour to me maddie. I want you to ask (request) our friend to rent out the car parking space to me. (Her son bought a car which is parked on the road for the last eight months on the road, and has already been damaged by vandals twice).
Me: I don’t know. With the tenancy rates and with every Tom, Dick and Harry owning cars in Chennai now, the tenants would have their own car and the parking probably would not be vacant.
Auntie: There are no prospective tenants. No one wants to come there.
Me: Not true. One tenancy is fixed with the lending institution who financed the construction.
Auntie: It cannot be true. No one wants to occupy the place because the rent is too high for our locality.
Me: Not right. In fact, the lending institution explored the possibility of taking over the whole ground floor, but the deal fell through due to other reasons.
Auntie: Yeah! I know all about it. Because he (the mutual friend) told me about it, and I advised against it.
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Eff me to hell!
That conversation certainly left me in a tizzy. Just thinking about it makes my head ache.
- Shakuntala auntie first goes out and buys a car for her son - soon after the old ancestral property is demolished (or is planned/about to be demolished)
- She then advices our mutual friend (supposedly in good faith) that he would be better off, if he does not rent out his premises to the bank.
- Then she is waiting, hoping and watching with glee that no one (seemingly) is ready to take up the tenancy.
- Feels angst that she is not invited for the house warming and feels jealous, when to a casual question I admit that I have been invited.
- Without shame, plugs me to solicit a parking space for her son’s car.
If this is the way an old woman who has half her foot in the grave thinks and acts, I am not surprised that Robert Vadra or Nitin Gadkari indulged in making crores at the cost of poor rural farmers, if true, as alleged.
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