[net.nlang.india] Bedtime story

ravi@mcnc.UUCP (Ravi Subrahmanyan) (11/13/85)

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In article <3284@think.ARPA> murali@think.ARPA (Muralidhara Subbarao) writes:
>  sent an unforgettable message to the sikhs:
>
>          "for all your past (1981-84) atrocities, 
>           you can't go scot free;
>           you must pay the price, whatever your mythical
>           superiority be."
>
>  Now any sikh can imagine what awaits his community if he takes
>  an oath in a Gurudwara to kill Rajiv.  

It is incomprehensible to me how so-called educated and enlightened
people can have this kind of attitude. 

I mean to say, imagine the scenario:

Murali (not his real name) and his high-school buddy of yesteryear
Satwinder Pal Singh are waiting for the waiter to bring their finger
bowls after a particularly enjoyable Muglai meal at Kareem's in 
South Delhi. Having met for the first time in years they are naturally
reminiscing about the good old times.
   "I wonder whether Ladoo [the Hindi teacher] is still there,"
says Murali, with a chuckle, "remember the time I put a firecracker in
his desk that set his toupee on fire ?"
   "Haan, yaar," relplies Satwinder, " and what about the time in the
teacher-student cricket match when he got so scared of my pace 
bowling that he got out hit-wicket ?"
   "I still can't forgive him for hauling us off to the Principal
when he caught the two of us bunking classes and .....", Murali
is interrupted by some commotion outside. 
   The melodious tunes on Vividh Bharati are suddenly interrupted
by a terse announcement: " Prime Minister Indira Gandhi has been
fatally shot by her own bodyguards, said to be Sikhs," says the
announcer.
   There is a shocked silence, terminated by a loud clatter as
the finger bowls fall to the floor from the waiter's listless
hands. The bonhomous look on Murali's face is replaced by an 
evil gleam. Then and there the beast within him decides to send
a message out to the Sikh community. Hastily scribbling his 
message on a napkin, he wraps it around a fork and with a sudden
lunge buries it in Satwinder's jugular. For you see, the man
he thought was his buddy was actully an evil, diabolic, fiendish
Sikh ! 
   As Satwinder collapses, Murali runs off towards the Nizamuddin
Railway station to reinforce his message by grabbing some more
Sikhs and burning them alive.

Sanjaya Kumar
Duke University