THIS IS A HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARD!

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We at Balderdesh, have a strong policy. We do not trouble dead men.

We have another strong policy. We trouble Christopher Nolan, relentlessly.

So naturally, in keeping with the laws of rationality, when our newest intern presented us with an unexpected poser this morning, on our plans for September the 17th, the alleged dies sanctus of the Indian populace, we had no option left but to trouble Mr. Nolan once again, and with his blessings, take the temporal highway to drive us far away from all the dead men we know of.

The plot in short: we decided to “borrow” Mr. Nolan’s turnstile to trouble a dead man, back when he was alive.

Now a little heads up – you will not understand why or what happened after this point, trust me none of us still do; but in one swift in-out gesture through the turnstile, that actually lasted nearly two decades on the inside, we launched ourselves headfirst into one of the most intensely constipated battlefields where we temporal pincer attacked some bad guys under the sudden grip of an inexplicable savior syndrome, and just as suddenly as we entered, we pulled the plug early because ol’ Joe felt he just had enough of it. So we finally bid ‘em all a fast byebye and gloriously fell face front out of a Narnia wardrobe, 20 years younger (albeit covered in diarrhea) accomplishing nothing, but also everything at the same time.

Yes, some structures fell apart, some people died, we majorly messed up the timeline and also probably triggered an apocalypse in Afghanistan, but despite all the chaos, you know what we got in return that makes it all worth it?

A warm, happy birthday card.

A birthday card from a very important dead hero who, gloriously born on the very same auspicious day, was very much alive and kicking criminals in the balls a hundred years ago. YOU’RE WELCOME.

All this for a birthday card Balderdash? I know what you’re thinking. I always do in fact, thanks to the labyriths – another Mr. Nolan contraption I understand nothing, yet everything about.

To all of you who think birthdays aren’t worth it – You’re right. Your birthdays aren’t.

We at Balderdesh consider only three birthdays worth mentioning and just one of them worth celebrating; and we’re really not sorry but unless your names rhyme with Ski Jumping, King Kong 1 or Surrender Body and you happen to be the dictator of a nation, you aren’t going to make the list.

Now if you haven’t been part of a party planning committee before, we hardly expect you to understand, but if you can imagine a world where a 11 year old boy gets a magical letter, a magical wand, and a magical giant friend, all on one birthday, the pressure of making an equally magical 71 year old boy feel just as special on his birthday, is a whole new world of pain.

When you’re languishing in said world of pain, there are certain profound epiphanies that have a way of hitting you hard and splitting open your head to brilliant ideas. What is pain but endless caste discrimination? What is pain but gender inequality? What is pain but the folly of religion? What is magic but superstition? What is the absence of pain, but self respect? In the fog of our crisis, we found the street lamps getting turned on one after the other.

Christopher Nolan.

Turnstile.

1925.

Bearded old bespectacled man, rationalist.

A birthday card from the man himself, delivered across time, to another man full of himself.

A bearded old bespectacled jester, megalomaniac.

What happened after these light bulb flashes is only history. So without further ado, we present to the birthday boy our humble gift, a very rational birthday card dated 1925, from Periyar himself!

 September, 1925

To the esteemed aryan anniyan onion that my comrade Balderdash spoke so fondly about,

(anniyans and onions are, mutatis mutandis, one and the same if you think about it)

I hear you were born on my birthday. Why. Why did you have to be born. You don’t have to answer it. I insist you merely just think about it.

I hear you also try to look like me. Why. Why haven’t you shaved your beard. I can give you money for the barber. But only if you make sure the barber is an upper caste. I also heard that a hundred years from now you can just cure blindness by sending a strong beam of light, called laser. I want you to consider it. By all costs (which I am willing to bear), can you please try to look not like me.

But regarding your general blindness, it strikes fear in my heart to hear that even our brightest minds of the future haven’t found a way of curing it. By this letter, if I can cure some of it, then that is my greatest gift to you.

I hear you too, like me, don’t believe in the institution of marriage and don’t have an offspring. Good. Of all the things I’ve heard today, that’s the only part which has comforted me. Thumbs up.

Like the many criminals I have encountered in my time, I believe you too are trying to sell the country to elite criminals (read capitalists). What are you fools governing then. The criminal, the crime, or the loot? Once again, I only ask these things so you can look inward and think about them.

You are the sort of man who likes power I imagine. But son, depriving people of their rightful education and other entitlements, just to keep them enslaved, is the foulest way a man can hold on to power. If you ask me, I’d say he’s not a man but a criminal. Worse than the vellaikaran.

I’m not just saying that. Who but someone worse than a vellaikaran would be ready to give citizenship, in a stunning example of divide-and-rule, only to the non-Muslims from Aryan countries.

Who but someone worse than a vellaikaran would be okay with donating acres of land to China but cannot give one dignified shelter for refugees.

Who but someone worse than vellaikaran would be willing to place cows at a higher pedestal than minorities.

In life, there are some abominations that one simply cannot ignore or forget, once one hears about them. You are right. I’m talking about your unnatural obsession with cows. Since when is a human life less than that of a cow’s? The cows I’m sure appreciate your kindness. But neither history nor future, is going to be kind to a clown who cannot see to the welfare of his people.

If nothing has changed in 96 years, I can only hope something will, at least in the 99th year.

Finally, regarding the hype around the double-engine government you seemingly can’t shut up about during elections, I only wish to ask you this. How do you think it is any different from the atrocity of the two sandals that governed our nation for 14 embarrassing years, because of one dysfunctional family that couldn’t get its shit together.

Oh, comrade Balderdash tells me you are bound to take this as a compliment. Well. In that case, I wish to leave you with three more questions to think about.

Why this obsession with folklore? What happened in your childhood? Do you miss your grandmother? It’s okay, we all do. But honestly, seeing how the rest of us have already outgrown these things, it’s high time you grew up as well. You’re 71. I was 7 when I saw through these things damn it. I’m sure you will too.

The force of reason cannot be this elusive. I have stronger faith in humanity.

Before I conclude, I strongly urge you to consider this. Don’t celebrate your birthday. Or rather don’t celebrate anything. Just don’t celebrate. Or better still, don’t do anything. DON’T, JUST DON’T!!!!!!

Self-respectfully,

Your badass dad,

The Badass Dad.

Son, I put the P in OPINION, and without me, it’s just an onion

 

DECODING MOODINOMICS

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A simplified guide to make sense of 21st century India’s economic tangle, that very much like our old man’s beard, only gets bushier and cloudier by the quarter.

As is the norm, before we begin, we start with a good old comforting homely disclaimer for the initiates, that this is a very serious and accurate blog put together by our resident moodinomists, and if you find yourself getting triggered at any point, we suggest you calmly buy yourself a donut, vent your point of contentions on a piece of paper, fold it neatly 7 times, place it carefully in the center of said donut, and keep reading. 

To the veterans, we suggest that you, on the count of three, forget whatever you 3,2,1, think you know about economics – because as you will slowly see, Moodinomics is no way related to economics.


If that last statement left you confused, donut worry we only did that on purpose. It was a ploy to shock awe and dazzle you with blunt rammandir-sized half-truths, so by the time I actually get to the explanation, you’ll forget what you’re doing here. Plus, our bhakt-raderie will be so thick that when I say “Jack we hit recession”, you’ll actually hear “Jai shri ram”. And believe me mitro, this strategy is a crucial component, or the starting point of Moodinomics, which we call “the mandap”.

For this reason of undeniable cosmic level connection we would soon share, we initially felt calling it Mandirnomics would serve us better, but ever since the little smoke about our diarrhoeic doings in Ayodhya wafted to the opposition’s olfactory organs like fart, we’ve been trying our hardest to look the other way and pretend it wasn’t us. Yikes.

Nevertheless, fret not, we can still utilize the name for studying land scams, what think ye? Comment below.

Moodinomics on the other hand, as a wider encompassing term much like our dear all encompassing overlord himself, deals not just with land scams, but all sorts of scams. Defense procurement scams, UTI scam, there is a whole list from A-Z where each one is more magnificent than the next, we assure you.

Hopefully, with our alphabet learning course we have dazzled you children enough. Just don’t ask us how or when you’re getting that 10-lakh corpus fund if your parents die, bye.

Coming back on track with our Moodinomics- Economics kinship conundrum:

Are the two related? Yes, with frictional dynamics characterized by competition.

Are the two not related? Yes, absolutely not, because when you picture it you’ll hear the orthodox Iyer grandmother you never had yelling ‘ABISHTOO!’.

To put it simply, consider them to be parallel cousins instead of cross cousins. They can’t copulate and populate the world like cross cousins do (going by majority practice okay, remember the donut center), so they solely exist to provide competing benchmarks for report card scores and excreted dump loads. For better contextual understanding, read them as agency ratings and GDP.

As an additional illustration to reinforce some clarity, imagine a total freak bakwas scenario, where a novel virus suddenly grips our crash-diving economy by the neck Bruce Lee style, and snaps it in two smooth flexes. You would not only notice one old man’s beard grow a little longer as he sighs in relief, you would also get to witness one madam’s hocus pocus firsthand as she jumps right into the thick of Moodinomics. Both such telling gestures.

Such a situation extraordinaire would send any normal economist into a tailspin, and some classic yet boring restorative measures would be quickly put forth to salvage and resuscitate whatever is left of the economy – like focusing on the increasing job loss and falling incomes, regulating the walking inflation, and revving up the consumer demand maybe, instead of ambani’s ass.

But our Moodinomy meetings have a different inexplicable swaaag altogether.

 

MPC fresher: Madam so we whipped up some cool credit schemes for you to choose from. How many do you want?

Madam: Yes.

Old Sir: Look, I say we need to regulate this “The Walking Inflation” thing for seditious elements first. No zombie apocalypse story can be good for our optics at this stage…

Young sir: Milord sir, I don’t think they mean the OTT series here sir

MPC fresher: Yes king, it is actually what economists these days call your fuel cess

Old sir: … 

Young sir: I’ll draw up a new amendment for the Cinematograph Act sir! It’s always been on our agenda and I think this crisis would be a brilliant opportunity to push it through the ordinance route. It’s like you always say sir, aapda ko-

Old sir: Aapda ko avsar mein badalna hai

Madam: Aapda ko avsar mein badalna hai

Young sir: Yes sir, aapda ko avsar mein badalna hai

MPC fresher: … ditto sir.

MPC fresher: Aapda ko avsar mein badalna hai.

Next, consider Moodinomics as that pavam mausi’s baccha – kannadi wearing, good-for-nothing but good-natured – whom you fondly refer to as ‘chaiwala’ because he always makes tea for you when you visit him; the sort you’d instinctively never take as serious competition. Now here’s some general wisdom too, but stay away from that fucker because he’s exactly the sort who’d one day just casually ruin your life by becoming a billionaire, because he invested in crypto, ON YOUR ADVICE.

This hard hitting gut wrenching stomach burning metaphor is actually, the be-all and end-all of Moodinomics, and one of the core takeaways of today’s decoding class. We call this component, “the garb griha.”

Moodinomics at its core, envisions this classic capitalist version of cousin-eats-chad, chad-eats-virgin, virgin-eats-shit world, where it doesn’t matter if the poverty doubles (6Cr to 13.4Cr) and people become dog-food decomposing on the ganges, as long as billionaires get to feed their gluttony in non-newtonian, non-sensical market bubbles.

Socialism in one country or One Country One Socialism (OCOS) as we smart’uns like to call it, is best left with Stalins, as we in Moodinomy don’t have the patience for that sort of nonsense.

What we do have the patience for however, are…*drumroll* toolkits.

Ever since that annoying Sverige barnet showed us what they can do, our propaganda machines have been churning one hit kit after kit, and we must admit, we couldn’t have been more proud of ourselves when our shit finally hit the opposition’s fan. A brilliant stroke of genius, for which of course Twitter took all credit and blame for. We’re not complaining, but some occasional appreciation of our Dr. Doof level evil genius would be nice, thank you.

In our latest greatest toolkit, we have curated a gold standard, or rather saffron standard checklist to achieve our common goal of Moodinomy; so you can cherrypick one or make combos yourself depending on your corruption prowess or how far you’ve managed to communalise your populace. Oh and do not take it lightly – communalisation is de facto an important step of the process; a precursor likened to preheating your oven. The hotter the oven, the better your cake will be. Got it?

Or like our old sir prefers, you can even go traditional by picking all ingredients and making a nice kichdi out of them called “Ease of doing Business”. Or halwa if you prefer sweets like madam does.

So without further ado, we present the 10 point, minimalist Moodinomy toolkit:

1) Lower corporate tax because every good deed must begin with a sweet sacrifice, and we go big by costing our exchequer Rs 1.45 lakh crore annually. Don’t panic because this pain is maya. What is real are those kickbacks landing in your pockets faster than the philosopher’s stone ever landed in Harry’s.

2) Enter electoral bonds, aka the muggle logon ka paaras patthar. Make sure you galvanize those corporates to not be pappus and disappoint our parivar by going 7.5%, when they can go full throttle at 100%. It is time to put those shell companies to good use and your foreign friends to even better use.

3) Increase indirect tax because someone has to put money into our treasury and it’s not going to be us. Think extra tax if the commodity is extra essential; complement it with chilling statements of a possible doomsday if you reduce it by any chance; and postpone all GST council meetings to infinity +1. This is your failsafe tool to loot and scoot.

4) Bonus magenta gandhis if you increase cess across the board, and blame the smol opposition-ruled states and international prices for causing inflation.

5) Privatisation and asset monetization has got to be by far, the easiest trick to pull off if you want to make a quick buck. Start off by portioning a majority land as wasteland, including old defence lands, islands etcetera and strategically marking whole institutions or equity chunks for sale.

Then establish your unquestionable ethos by squishing some unfriendly bugs under the boots of UAPA; appeal to the herd logic of other frightened bugs by throwing in some fancy words like “government owned corporatization”, “neo-liberalisation” etc and finally, let your pathos sing by questioning the government’s relevance of being in business when it can’t even do basic governance.

6) Set up a bongu trust with a super corny name like iCARES or something to honeytrap desperate philanthropists/ sugar daddies and by the time they realize they got catfished and that you’re actually an old man, hit them with a storm of benefits like CSR, FCRA and tax exemptions until they see stars.

When you feel piggy enough, you can take it up a notch by making it compulsory for all the ungrateful servants working under you to pay up as well.

7) A master-stroke like demonetisation that does none of its stated objectives, but serves to establish your new role as the ultimate unpredictable, supreme master.

8) A master-spank like GST, to keep those states screaming federalism, on the leash. Show them the stick by refusing to pay their share and occasionally dangle carrots as a reward for their good behavior (when they cooperate with your game of incentivisation), like a good master should.

9) A master-fuck like passing random rubbish, but problematic ordinances to keep plebeians tensed and distracted from your ulterior motives of asli swachh bharat – the clean sweep of all of bharat’s finances.

10) A master-climax like Atmanirbhar bharat, where the monetary policy gets pumped dry and the fiscal policy fakes it all.

Because think about it, why must you suffer great pain and give DBTs at all, when you can, with far greater ease, reclassify any entity as an MSME so it can avail itself credit under ECLGS scheme (Extremely Comical because you Lads aren’t Getting Shit Scheme)? At the moment, we’ve got some of our best brains debating if we should in fact reclassify pregnant women under MSMEs as well, just so we can be spared of this whole headache of maternity benefit schemes…

Lads we assure you, you can bank on us and this toolkit more than you ever banked on any PNB, we mean PSB, if you ever feel like the system is letting you down okay; especially when you get all these mixed signals with increasing surgical strikes on banks these days, like random slicings and amalgamations with no kundali matchings done, and the sudden entry of this new bad guy, the bad bank.

One reservation you unctuous initiates might be too afraid to voice out at this point, would be on the matters concerning vikas. Don’t worry we hear you, and we are here to clear it up.

While on the surface, a Moodinomy’s GDP would appear to be tanking vis-à-vis a normal economy, say Bangladesh, we strictly recommend that you look inward and ask yourself right now if the only real GDP that matters here, the real vikas – Gleaning Diamonds and Profits, has ever let you down. We rest our case.

However, the only thing we would advice you not to do, is go around trumpeting your spoils and rubbing it on every commie’s face. The last thing you want is a revolution, and you need to make sure these guys are either kept in the loop or completely distracted, because believe your balderdash, these red ants have only been watching themed movies during the lockdown and are somehow more spirited and itching for real life replications, than ever.

So you need to rein in some urges and stay true to the name of moodi-nomics, the economics of ultimate opacity and high albedo, where even if someone probes you with light, they see nothing but your gleaming saintly snow-white beard. Preferably project yourself as a peace loving, peacock feeding pappu too to enthrall the enforcement directorate.

Coming to our last but crucial component, we cannot stress enough on the importance of this because everything else fails if you fail to grasp this simple strategy. We call this “the vimana” or final nail in the coffin, and it is but mindset.

The simplicity of the concept educes just one last advice from us – Don’t use your mind, and set yourself up for blindly following the aforementioned toolkit.

When you feel you’ve fallen between the cracks of competing ideologies, and believe us when we say it is perfectly normal, remember a general rule of thumb to pull yourself out – ‘stack tax over tax till it taxes our lower classes and maxes our finances.’

Keep repeating that mantra till you go into autopilot mode again. We aren’t minimum chads, don’t be one.

Now say it with me,

JACK WE HIT RECESSION!🚩

THE WHATS-THAT-APP CHAT THAT WASN’T LEAKED

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Disclaimer: As per our policy I’m once again compelled to add that all references implied, not implied, inferred, not inferred are purely non-fictional and most probably refer to persons living or dead.

If you find yourself getting triggered at any point, pehle thande ho jao, phir toda namak khao, aur padhte raho. 


When a blasted backdoor stands so wide open, that my dog can take a dump, do a pirouette, moonwalk across the ciphertext, decipher them all and relay back to me a very singular message on whats-that-app saying, “something big will happen”, pray tell, who am I to stand against the force of nature? And as a fellow Indian, I know I can trust you lot to understand when I say that such things simply cannot be taken lightly.

You know that I know that you know what I’m thinking right?

 

say it like nirmala sitaraman

 

So for not the first time in Indian history, I’m going to invoke a – wait for it – force majeure and bestow upon this highly capable canine the highest order of sainthood – a swamihood of such prestige and much wow, that generations in the offing will fondly venerate him as O Barking Dogeswami!

Absurd much? Not if I get it approved by the Granting Sainthood Testimonials Council first! Woof!

A few of you however, might still be baffled. Or worse, unconvinced. A DOG swami, Balderdash? Hells. This time, you’ve reeeally lost it old man!

Okay. It’s alright. Calm down. Come for a meeting. Let me clarify.

First off, I’m not a man. Okay? Second, just run this thought through your little gray cells:

OUR Dogeswami has travelled to a place where NO dog or man (except for a pegasus) has ever successfully ventured before – to the very nebula of mischief, through the currency laden, digital labyrinths of secret dealings and pillowtalks – or simply put, the encrypted Whats-That-App conversations. The stuff he sees, the things he reads and the knowledge he now oh-so-heavily bears, like a cross, for the benefit of something as undeserving as humanity, are MORE than enough qualifications to put him on the hall of fame with the rest of them big guns. Period.

If you still think otherwise, you should probably do an anti-national check-up.

Now in honor of the faith of ye humble republic, and with the help of the world renowned veteran swamiji who has graciously developed a linguistic contraption to translate animal talk (bayangra science!), our very own Dogeswami will be, mind you, FOR ONLY THE SECOND TIME in 2021 history, sharing his knowledge LIVE from the data laundry of Whats-That-App Inc.

An exclusive chat interview for the eyes our tirelessly inquisitive nation, who would really like to know-

POO-CHTA HAI BALDER-DESH!

*T&C apply: all I ask is some TRP in return bro. Show your love for the nation by sharing the blog*

 

You added Dogeswami to the chat

Hello Dogeswamiji

Woof. Namaste.

The nation wants to know how you feel this moment, going through all those endless conversations.. some are even downright illegal it appears..?

’tis a poignant moment in history, hooman.

For the first time I have truly comprehended the extent of the subversive and seditious elements in our holy land, the Akhand bharat.

The antinational things these modern mughals has been up to sends a, brr, a violent shiver along my truly, faithfully national spine.

How do you reckon we stop these antinationals DSji?

Fret not BB, I am fully equipped with all the know-hows to nip this in the bud.

All this knowledge from the chats?

So naïve BB, you wouldn’t believe the things I – oh oh are those meatballs on your insta?

DSji pls focus.

Balderdash. Answer my question.

Yeah, beef.

A buffalo right? Did you check its puberty status?

DSji wtf?

Language BB. How old was the buffalo? Over 13 right?

Damnit DSji this is food, not a movie.

It’s for the greater good B boi. You wouldn’t understand. You reek of naivety anyway.

Pardon me DSji. I’ll check with the butcher. Brb

Butcher who? Muslim?

No.. actually a Hindu. And his daughter just told me that the buffalo was older than 13

Good. Good people then. Make me those woofballs 2.

So tell me about the girl. Is she in love with someone?

DSji I don’t understand what this is supposed to mean. This is my live interview.

And all we are talking about is some irrelevant mumbo jumbo.

I thought we’ll be out firing machine guns together and here we are talking like old saints of the unevolved provinces.

Baldy, I hate to tell you this, but this is how modern yogis of the UP talk too.

I shall let you fire your machine guns then. I like the sound of it.

What do you want to know? Shoot.

Thank you DSji. Your graciousness abounds.

Give us the juice on Naga talks your dogeness. The nation really wants to know if there is an end in sight to this 23 year ordeal

Ofc there is always an end BB, look at J&K!

But apart from that little letter mishap, our stalling strategy is working totally. We’re just waiting for the election season to make the big announcement.

Big man will sweep polls then.

What happened to J&K is scary tho..

Power demands occasional sacrifices. What can I say, I’m a dog BB and you aren’t. Power play is our daily bread and butter.

Just like the stuff I do with my eyes when I want something from you, the ones in power do it with their lies.

Wise words DSji.

So could this mark the end of federalism as we know it?

Yes but nothing to be worried about, it’ll all be made to seem casual, consensual and constructive.

Just like how it happened with GST. And the finance commission can work out their math for the funds devolution all they want and eat the paper on which they wrote it for all we care. If only we could do away with them 🙁

Sigh. Someday BB, someday.

Er, true. It does feel like an impending doom. And I’m losing faith in the judiciary too.

All those mounting habeas corpus petitions and general callousness is really unnerving imo

What rubbish BB! Where do you even get these ideas?

If the judiciary was any more on our side, we’d be America okay?

Just simply look at the poetic justice of their recent judgements! New temple for us; no internet for mini-pakistan; fake poets in jail and the opposition doesn’t even get a whiff of bail!

And trust me, once that letter-writing mango is handled, criticism too would be a thing of the past, mark my words B beta.

DSji, I think you’ve spent too much time on whats-that-app.

Enough is enough buddy, come back home

Don’t play spoilsport Baldy c’mon, not when WestB is such a happening place these days.

Show’s over Dogeswami.

Fine. How much do you want? 10C ok?

tbf I’m just glad that you’re a dog that I can shut up DS

You kicked Dogeswami from the chat

wooof woof woof

raaawwrr

WOOF!

SC added Dogeswami to the chat

SC: The high echleons of the Swanky Chums have deemed paramount a sonnet on Liberté at this crucial juncture in our nation’s history. We will work on it ad tempus. Brb.

O.o dafuq?

BETA AWAZ KAM KARO AWAZ KAM

Madhyam ghanti mein aao, aur sawal suno

Doge, this is a chat interview on whatsapp.

What awaz are you talking about

Are rawalpindi ke halwai, meri baat sunle.

And how is this even happnning??

Are hurriyat ke samartak, chup

oookay

SC, are you seeing this?

Are gillani ke chamche

Islamabad ke murjhaye hue phool meri baat sunlo

Doge

You need to understand something fundamental here before you say anything else

Kitne rupai unhone tumpar phenke?

Kitni pakistani malai khai? Batao

Kitni malai khai pakistan ki?

Hindi theriyadu poda

You have left the chat

SC: Liberty is like a red red rose
Blossomed from bloody throes
And we suppose
That protected by SC, it only grows.
Rooted in our constitution
We deem your case selective prosecution!
The writ of liberty notwithstanding
Your case anyway has no standing.
For we are the first line of defense
Against such balderdash nonsense.
Oh liberty, dear liberty, love liberty.
May your redness guide us for posterity.

Dogeswami has left the chat

 

WHAT IS THE MENTAL AGE OF ANY RELIGIOUS COMMUNALIST?

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Well, it beats (pun intended) the hell out of me too.

Disclaimer: While the question is irrefutably ridiculous to demand a serious answer to, I’d suggest you take the totally Einstein-backed orthodox methods employed to arrive at it, with an entire packet of Tata Namak Desh ka Namak. If you don’t, ABE ANTINATIONAL! Pakistan ka raasta bhool gaye kya? (salt salt baby).

A knowledge in differential and integral calculus, that you begrudgingly thought you might never ever use in life, would definitely come in handy now. So haha to all you losers who didn’t pay attention in school. Anyway, to the rest of us math machines, let’s give ourselves a collective no-contact pat on our backs and delve right into it.


Let’s face it. We all have witnessed this first-hand at some point in our lives. Religious communalism is like cow-dung-on-the-sidewalk. It is holy, but at the same time it sits as a disgusting aberration, and is everywhere!

By everywhere, I mean our sexy stretch of land that is currently every Pakischinesegurkha’s wet dream.

 “Baby please let me intrude you deeper today.”

“Sure baby, lelo cow dung lubrication and some mutra for your stamina.”

So being everywhere, it is only scientifically safe to assume that almost every person has come across it at some tragic point in their lives.

Albeit the street-wise savvy, the sprightly and the truly religious and spiritual among us precariously side-step these cow dungs on a frequent basis, it’s the unsuspecting and the naïve who ignorantly put their foot into it lojak mojak pajak.

And once the deed is done, they are never quite capable of effacing either the stench or the plague. This tragically, with progression in the temporal dimension, leads to a Cotard Delusion-like-condition, where the affected develop surreal notions about their selves as zombie-doers of an imaginary entity’s (read political entity) will. This, in popular medicine is known as Retard Delusion – which in layman terms is also known as –

Take a guess.

BRAVO! You passed the test! Because trust me, if you were afflicted by this, you could never have figured it out.

However, what really makes communalism antithetical to social welfare should not be distorted by its said likeness to cow dung.

You see, manure is beneficial to the society in a myriad of ways and apart from the conventional uses, we now know it would even contribute as a survival necessity in case we are left high and dry in Mars, thanks to Matt Damon. Communalism on the other hand, has none of that cool shit (pun totally intended again) going on for it. It is through and through Mordor machinery.

Okay before the nerd in you gets impatient, let’s now jump straight into the dirt – the nitty-gritties of our calculations.

Considering the demographic dividend of our country to be around 26, the mental age of our communally charged citizenry can be deduced as follows:

Deduct 2 points from the demographic dividend, for their ignorance, pliability and deranged dogmas. Simply put, they deserve it for being the smooth-brained cognitively impaired imbeciles they are.

 No wait, make that -10, for therein lies the root cause.

-2 points for intentionally harming/killing people and guiltlessly spreading terror amongst citizens.

-2 for destruction of public property.

-2 for reaping that fear psychosis generated, for electoral gains.

-2 for warping the fundamental ideals of the Constitution – secularism, democracy and threatening the heterogeneity of the country.

-2 for faulty perception of religious texts and invoking religion to polarize the community for personal/electoral motives.

-2 for trying to brainwash and recruit paavam ambis in the promise of money and post-death dividends.

-2 for being a politician or a dope with political links.

 

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If that would broadly cover all the barbarousness, then it’s but self-evident that our religious communalists are about as mature as any glorious two-year old.

Hmmm. For all you notorious 2 year olds, I just have one gesture that involves a finger.

Put it on your lips and just go to bed, until your mommas teach you to grow up.

And where’s the calculus? Here’s a real life application for you. 

You don’t use chain rule on a society, instead you let its people keep their power that is integral for their survival and make sure they work like the nice composite function they are meant to be.

Politicking 101: The almost-complete foundational course for being a politician in India.

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Disclaimer: This is a very easy, but 100% serious course based on meticulous observations of some of the behavioral trends largely afflicting the contemporary Indian political community. Intermittent tests are available too for free, just post answers in comments.

While political correctness has been upheld to an extent, we beg your pardon in advance if you’re unable to handle a bit of sarcasm.

Also, all events mentioned in the course are true. Any resemblance to an actual person living or dead is purely intentional. Thank you.


SO LET’S POLITICS!

If you’re here reading this, you probably harbor secret fantasies of donning the saffron-white and leading madly devote hordes into a bright horizon where chariots fly high and flags higher – a height where not even dreams dare to float.

A dream of India, where she is a completely hinducratic, autocratic, modiarchy.

Yes? Omg what? That turned you on? Why my bhakt, you’re at the right place indeed! But if that didn’t, well, the only trick up my sleeve as a fellow Indian is, YE COURSE BILKUL FREE HAI MITRO! And like we all know, only a fool turns down freebies.

So anyway, from here on, I think I’ve got two options –

I either delve right into the lessons or ramble on some more about how this amazing life-changing brilliant mind-blowing course is going to blow your wig off, without really getting anywhere; but unfortunately I’m not a politician. I’ll just go with option uno.

And that’s your lesson 1.

You need to master the rhetoric and learn to infuse it with elements of vagueness and shallow grandeur.

Test yourself: Write an essay for 600 words without any particular topic or focus. You can do it.

If you found yourself struggling with the previous test, don’t worry. You’re not going to be the only poor performer out there. In fact, being one would rather help you from standing out as an abominable oddity.

So darling, it’s high time you take pride in your mediocrity.

That’s your lesson 2.

Another quick ‘test yourself’: Ask a bunch of your friends to air their disappointments in you for a while. Their task is to constantly throw accusations at you, while yours is to take on them with an unflinching air of cool.

However, a warning is in due.

Do not. Do not ever disappoint your friends in real – irrespective of whether they’re true, false, long-distant, annoying or intolerable. A real politician always has friends. Happy friends. Or friends made happy. By you. Friends who will then owe. You.

That’s the lesson 3 ki kahaani.

Now test yourself ek aur bar: Try to compromise on the greater good to accommodate the whims of your good buddyroos. Make it a 30 day challenge, so you’re more prepared for the 5 year one. Scoring will be based on your total number of quid pro quos earned.

That’s right. I only said it was a compromise on the greater good, not on your good! You’ve only got a limited time if you don’t get re-elected, (even if you do, by following these lessons seriously, the time is STILL limited) so your actions must be sharp and three-pronged.

Any rookie might be thrown off by the apparent conundrum here, but your all-knowing amateur has got your back. Listen closely, for the devil (read politics) is in the details.

HerE aRe The mAIn GoaLs of anY roOkie PoliticiAN:

–  your constituency needs to achieve overall progress

–  you need to reap the benefits

–  plus you need to get re-elected

This everyone knows. I do, even my mamma do. They ain’t gonna be yours though. Because that, darling, is a recipe for failure.

What YOU do is play the classic game of fuck, marry, kill.

You must 1- fuck re-election, 2- marry the benefits and 3- kill progress.

You might ask me, But o Balderdash! KILL?! How do I get away with murder??

Good question. I say, DISTRACT! USE FIREWORKS! (and no, I don’t mean the sad Sivakasi almost-green fireworks, I’m talking about the biggerbetterbombastic fireworks display at LOC/LAC. It always gets the front page).

That’s your lesson 4 mitro.

Focus on mastering some artful evasive techniques, and never forget the three Ds of dodge, distract and divert.

Test yourself aakhri bar: You’re questioned, “Is it true the current economic crisis is a result of a series of blunders, such as demonetization, GST, in an already volatile sector, and could have been avoided? What would constitute concrete reformative measures?”

If you answered, “peeche dekho, peeche!” good try, you probably pass with C, but if you used irrelevant keywords like Ram Mandir, surgical strike, masterstroke, Article 370, CAA, etc you get an O. Because you’re right on track-O!

Bonus points if you blame the previous governments for everything!

But again, the rookie in you might ask, O Balderdash, is progress really non-existent? Is it all just a façade?

NO SIR! You do get to dabble in certain important progressive undertakings now and then. But beware! Those measures must not, on any occasion, turn out to have long term benefits. Because you see, we do not want ANY of those nuisances of succeeding parties to bask in the glory of what was YOUR brainchild initially.

In other words, it’s progress and not really progress at the same time. Trust me; this is scientifically backed by quantum physics.

Hence, obviously, environmental reforms are total no-no. So fret not even if you have to destroy forests, destroy marshlands, and pollute rivers. Just make it worth it. For as long as you’ve got the numbers proving growth, nothing else matters. (for pro-tips refer: EIA draft notification, 2020.)

That’s the end of lesson 5.

Think long-term, act short term.

Test yourself the actual aakhri bar: You need to build a car shed for Mumbai metro-3. What will you do?

If you answered, “AREY JUST CLEAR THOSE AAREY TREES, JUST 30 HECTARES NO BIGGE WIGGIE, I’M STILL ENVIRONMENT FRIENDLIE!” you’re almost already there and your greatness is already peaking.

One final lesson mitro, before you go.

Never forget that PR matters.

Don’t just sit there if you’re being portrayed negatively by media, okay? Go buy the agency, pronto!!

And if it still spills over into the society and catches fire, so now you’re being opposed everywhere? Don’t panic, you’ve got a wide range of options to choose from. You can impose Section 144 under CrPC, book those peskipiksi pesternomis for sedition, lynch them if they’re not Hindus and make them chant JaiShriRam, call them anti-national-pak-china-threesomeloving-traitors and penalize them under UAPA, etcetera.

Let your creativity run wild darling, for as long as you get to be the king of the smoke-choked, unemployed, hungry preys in this concrete jungle, nothing else matters.

Who are we? Bhakts! What do we want? Vikas! How do we get it? Mandir wahin banayenge!

End of course. Lelo certificate.

Jai Shree who?

Your amma.