Downfall of Tharoor

In 1991, I was posted to Bombay on my transfer from Silchar Assam. There was apprehension in my mind how I will cope up with the environment of most advanced city and financial capital of India after living in such a nondescript place as Silchar located in the border area adjoining Bangladesh. In fact, it is almost inaccessible all the times from rest of India. We belong to Chandigarh in North India and reaching the place was an tasking job. First go to Delhi, proceed by train to Calcutta. By the time we reached Calcutta, flights to North East already having departed, had to stay overnight at Calcutta and catch the flight in the early morning of next day. This was the routine when weather was fair. In the season of monsoons, there was no certainty about flights.

Any way, we came to Bombay and choose to stay at Panvel, a satellite town. Everyday we journeyed to our workplace in Bombay and came back tired in the evening. In a few days, I adjusted myself to the conditions of Bombay. I enjoyed the crowded trains in which passengers jostled with each other to find a space for fitting himself. I marveled at the unending serpentine queues of vehicles on the roads.  I joined the British Library located in the Mittal Chambers near Vidhan Sabha building. After reaching Victoria Terminus station, I caught a double Decker bus to Nariman Point to reach the library. While returning, I used to ambulate towards Flora Fountain and spent time looking the books stalls on the both sides of road leading to Flora Fountain from Church gate station and around the buildings opposite Flora Fountain and MTNL building. Then I usually walked to Victoria Terminus station, drinking coconut water on the roadside vendors. It so aspired that more variety and cheaper books were available near Flora Fountain roadside stalls. A stage came when I was so disillusioned with British Library that I went only to Flora Fountain, bought 3thre or four books at one go and read them and again visited the place after a month or two. It was very far off at the one end of Bombay and took more than 2 hours to reach from Panvel.

There in the fiction section, I was first acquainted with Dr.Shashi Tharoor through his satirical novel “The Great Indian Novel”. The political characters depicted in this novel were mapped on to the different characters in Mahabharata. Most interesting of these were Dhritarastra on whom Jawahar Nehru character who is blind towards everyone except his son is based. Indira Gandhi’s character is based on Duryodhana who is responsible for the war between Kaurawas and Pandwas and destruction of Hastinapur and their kingdom. In this novel, the repression is shown as the emergency promulgated by Indira Gandhi whose name in the novel is satirized as Priya Duryodhini. So the love between the most prominent family of congress party in India and Dr.Tharoor is very old. Then I read his second book which portrayed the Indian film industry or Bollywood. Its central character was Amitabh Bachchan who was named Ashok Banjara in the book. Then he abbreviated it to AB which is the abbreviation we use today for the super star. Even here there is an irony of fate. AB was also once upon thrust into politics and did not survived there and resigned earning the displeasure of congress party. Same fate has visited Dr.Tharoor.

Shashi Tharoor has to face humiliation and resign from the post of minister in the Monamohan Singh’s ministry. He has unduly influenced the acquisition of franchise of IPL for Kochi. All this he has done for the sake of his girlfriend Sunanda Pushkar. Love is just like that. It makes one blind to reason. Only the one who has fallen in love can feel this thing. There is no logic. So Tharoor has become like Dhritrashtra and Ms. Pushkar like Priya Duryodhini for whose love, the Dhritrastra destroyed everything. Surely, the chicken have come to roost for Dr.Tharoor. I am very sorry for him. He should not have tried to use his power which the people have given him, to favor his lover.

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