Monday, April 19, 2010

Out of the barrel of a gun

Sushil Ku T
First Published : 18 Apr 2010 12:23:00 AM IS
TLast Updated : 18 Apr 2010 02:11:35 AM IST

This was slipped under the door. Neat! The writer comes out as a mule-driver’s son. I’ve excised some of the more virulent and obnoxious prose, words meant to hurt as well as insult, spell a virus… Ku T, you lily-livered coward, upholder of the so-called Constitution of India, we thought Dantewada would have opened your eyes, taught you a lesson. But no, you specific fool, it didn’t.

Read this, you dumb idiot, words spoken by the Great One, Mao himself: “A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery.

A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another.” Stupid fool, we’re waging a war, a class war, and you come up with front page mush! The 76 who we mowed (Maoed!), they walked into it, they invited it — we’re waiting. And like the Great Leader said, we’re not at a dinner party or writing an essay (that is your domain, you pen-licking, scrawny runt), we’re there to kill or be killed. That’s us, the Maoists. Remember that you little grunt, and be warned — We’re here to take over the country, our country, from cheating chameleons like you, who swear by a Constitution that’s all but blank on the people.
We intend to grab power, and that’s that — Overthrow.

You’ve been shedding croc tears ever since the 76 got sliced by our AK fire. We killed them from tree-tops, and from vantage points high up.

We enjoyed it. You useless piece of garbage, the jungles are ours. We are the Na’vi that James Cameron pictured in the Avatar. You and your greedy ilk are the ‘aliens’ bent on taking the ‘unobtainium’ from us, from the land of our forefathers, from the people.

You’ve already taken a lot of it, you’ve denuded our forest cover; you’ve been eating into our innards, goring into our dreams, lusting for our lives.
Now you speak of ‘development’ and you think we’re gonna (I studied in the US!) suddenly hear the ring of truth in the voices emanating from your six-forked tongues and welcome you to rule over us in perpetuity. Ha! Not in a Rip Van Winkle’s dream, you cheap money-monger! In 20 years the Maoists will have taken over even the IPL, you rotten dung-eating rascal and you would be crying for a Tharoor to come to the aid with his proxy sweat equity and his ‘Pushkar Unfair’. But we got plans for him, too, as we got plans for you and the arrogant-weeping PC as also the two men in the blue turban, not forgetting the Italian strain.

Ah! Yes, we got something special lined up for those diluted comrades of us, those who have stooped to lick the bottoms of fascists and imperialists, the ones who shook hands with Nano, the little car for the chattering middle class who stand between us and ‘Power’. We’ll be coming to the cities, soon.

We know you will be running to your masters as soon as you read this. You are a running dog. Tell them, this what our Great Leader said: “Politics is war without bloodshed, while war is politics with bloodshed.” And we and you are at war, not at embroidery! Ha, ha. Ku T, we intend to tear the Constitution of your India to shreds and write our own glorious history with Dantewada as one of the more illustrious chapters.

Two more nuggets from our Leader and I’m done with you.

One, “This man Hitler was even more ferocious. The more ferocious the better, don’t you think? The more people you kill, the more revolutionary you are.”, and the last one: “Every Communist must grasp the truth: Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.” Dantewada! Yours truly, Kishenji’s brother Balramji.

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