Kahani mein Twits

Am glad the old sardar finally spoke on the Tharoor controversy. Never one to be forceful but saying “it’s a joke” sent enough of a message I guess to the holy cows. But then the damage has been done. The elephant’s in the room isn’t it?
Tharoor wears his personality on his ministry, totting a blackberry, frequently a mundu (traditional Malayali dhoti) and twitting through the day. Followers of his posts will vouch that while the secrets of Sharm Al sheikh haven’t been shared yet but there’s been enough to feed to curiosity of an eager intelligent polity. No wonder he has more followers now than Priyanka Chopra.
Tharoor is seen as the firang in the current cabinet, suitably under the ‘Foreign minister’ label. In a party where innumerable chants of Gandhi and immeasurable measures of sycophancy might land you at best a front row seat in a rally, Tharoor is clearly an outsider. He is considered an upstart who managed to get to the corridors of power because someone sensible pushed his CV. The more insecure ones might also feel he’s an upstart usurper to their thrones. In a cabinet of senile satraps, Tharoor is an anathema. He makes the rest look less glamorous, less evolved and more Neanderthal.
In such a scenario, the septuagenarian sabha is slyly singing sermons shunning shashi’s sacrilege. It’s the cabinet equivalent of college ragging, albeit rather serious. They are baying for blood while brandishing bovine batons. The cow, has graduated from provider of milk to icon of our ilk. It’s the best opportunity that the mediocre cabinet will ever get to castigate and put in place that snooty Stephanian who seems to threaten the closed corridors of the cabinet with his 140 character ‘leaks’
This 140 character assassination might die a natural death or get lost in the timeline of other such trivial pursuits. I feel we need such mild earthquakes frequently to prevent our democracy from slipping into a comfortable ennui. Meanwhile, I’ll continue to follow Mr Tharoor on Twitter, holy cow or not.