“Did you read this? Salman Khan said “When I used to walk out of that ring, it used to be actually like a raped woman walking out!” Leaves bad taste, objectionable!!” I looked up and told Lulu, my parrot, perched on the window.
Parrots, if you knew them, are conscientious feathered friends. They see and read more in a situation than what is obvious to the eye. ‘Bird’s eye view’ conveys a deeper meaning if you understand parrots.
Lulu picked up a mirchi, and rolled it with his beak, much in the same way a man from Kolhapur would roll his tobacco shot in his palm before depositing it in his lower jaw. For a man from Kolhapur this is like putting a cannon ball in the cannon. It’s like the run up of a fast bowler determined to bowl a bumper. He delivers, in his speech, a punch with the booster energy acquired from tobacco; much the same when a parrot chews his mirchi.
“Indians have taken to using offensive language, Salman is just another one doing it.”
“Now, now! That’s what we call leap of generalisation, Lulu.” I could not tolerate this charge sheet against a billion countrymen. “Salman used bad words, you can’t say that about Indians in general.”
“Indians use language of violence and then they fight over it. Prominent leaders do it.”
“Are you referring to Raj Thakaray?”
“He is one of them”
“Then you must be referring to Uddhav Thakaray”
“Comes close but no punch!”
“Kejri?”
“Aw!”
“Mamta?”
“She leads the women brigade in this!”
“You won’t count Puratchi Thalaivi?”
“You mean Jailalitha? More refined.”
“The Sadhvis?”
“Yes of course, but why call them prominent leaders?”
“Jitendra Awhad?”
“Forget him! Nobody takes his cries seriously.”
“Wow! A long list. All in the Who’s Who type.”
“When leaders use language of violence they forget….”
“……What’s that?”
“That it was their nation which preached non-violence to the world!”
“We must tell that to Salman” I suggested.
“Oh forget it! Incorrigible!! He has done enough violence even otherwise, don’t you remember?” Lulu asked as he nibbled at another mirchi.
Vivek S Patwardhan
Salman Khan and The Language of Violence
“Did you read this? Salman Khan said “When I used to walk out of that ring, it used to be actually like a raped woman walking out!” Leaves bad taste, objectionable!!” I looked up and told Lulu, my parrot, perched on the window.
Parrots, if you knew them, are conscientious feathered friends. They see and read more in a situation than what is obvious to the eye. ‘Bird’s eye view’ conveys a deeper meaning if you understand parrots.
Lulu picked up a mirchi, and rolled it with his beak, much in the same way a man from Kolhapur would roll his tobacco shot in his palm before depositing it in his lower jaw. For a man from Kolhapur this is like putting a cannon ball in the cannon. It’s like the run up of a fast bowler determined to bowl a bumper. He delivers, in his speech, a punch with the booster energy acquired from tobacco; much the same when a parrot chews his mirchi.
“Indians have taken to using offensive language, Salman is just another one doing it.”
“Now, now! That’s what we call leap of generalisation, Lulu.” I could not tolerate this charge sheet against a billion countrymen. “Salman used bad words, you can’t say that about Indians in general.”
“Indians use language of violence and then they fight over it. Prominent leaders do it.”
“Are you referring to Raj Thakaray?”
“He is one of them”
“Then you must be referring to Uddhav Thakaray”
“Comes close but no punch!”
“Kejri?”
“Aw!”
“Mamta?”
“She leads the women brigade in this!”
“You won’t count Puratchi Thalaivi?”
“You mean Jailalitha? More refined.”
“The Sadhvis?”
“Yes of course, but why call them prominent leaders?”
“Jitendra Awhad?”
“Forget him! Nobody takes his cries seriously.”
“Wow! A long list. All in the Who’s Who type.”
“When leaders use language of violence they forget….”
“……What’s that?”
“That it was their nation which preached non-violence to the world!”
“We must tell that to Salman” I suggested.
“Oh forget it! Incorrigible!! He has done enough violence even otherwise, don’t you remember?” Lulu asked as he nibbled at another mirchi.
Vivek S Patwardhan
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