Dravidian to Dharma

*Rant Begin*

What’s the noise all about:

It is MK’s birthday. The senile ‘leader’, the raft of dravidian people in the ocean of aryan subterfuge. As usual, his ‘kazhaga udanpirappugal’ are flocking to his house to ‘wish him a long life’, may be with the confidence that it is unlikely. The man is 94 years old, cannot move on his own, can’t speak. You know, old age and disease have finally got to him. Well, he may not believe in being a ‘jivātma’ but surely he at least now knows that his time is coming to an end.  *Poof*… nothingness. I am sure he is looking forward to being rid of his consorts, and the baggage they begot him.

The scene as it is:

The streets are lined with tubelights, with electricity stolen from the distribution boxes. There are loudspeakers blaring ‘songs’ in praise of Anna, Periyar and MK. Not near his house, but in unremarkable pockets all over the areas nearby.

I happened to have the misfortune of being forced listen to some of those. Even if for a few minutes. And thoughts came rushing in to my mind. These songs express gratitude to the ‘God of hearts’, ‘Father of Rationals’… they weave garlands of epithets, in ‘glowing’ words that would make some puke in disgust. The singers actually ‘cry’ to imitate the pain that this ‘separation’ causes for ‘people’.

Bulky men and women in red-black bordered dresses line up in front of Sri Venugopalaswamy temple in Gopalapuram. Rather than pay their respects to the Lord, they bend their backs to a mound of flesh and bones. Mind it, these are not the typical atheists. Most of them are closet followers of some religion. The worst are those I call the  “black shirt gang”. The last remaining vestiges of a movement built on hate towards brahmins, stale in their outlook, rotten in their speech and long bereft of any moral sense or leadership.

This is the same crowd that puts down Hinduism for its ‘regressive and oppressive’ practices, makes fun of ‘devotional’ songs, claims Rama and Krishna to be figments of imagination. Seems like, to them, spirituality is a mass delusion. Together with the dravidian kazhagams, they have tried to build an alternate reality where Tamil language is a god, Jesus, Allah, Mohammed, Buddha, Marx, Che Guevara, Lenin, Stalin are all role models. Further, in their addiction to power, they spew liberal gibberish now and then to give an illusion that they are relevant in these times.

What the reality is:

Now, think on this carefully. These ‘dravidian supremacists’ aren’t against the ‘aryan’ concept of worship and religiosity. Rather, they just want themselves or their ‘great leaders’ to be the object of that worship. In fact, they are so ‘large hearted’, they will allow, even welcome, worship of Jesus, Allah or any other ‘god’ concept. Just not sanatana dharma. This unholy nexus between the dravidian politicians and the merchants of love (cultural uprooting) and peace (simply death) is the foremost scourge that looms on the land that prospered under and symbolized Dharma.

It is natural human tendency to be subordinate to something or someone. Is that not true? The dravidian philosophy stalwarts just want the people to be ‘slaves’ to their ‘gods’. They have no interest in protecting Tamil, but claim to speak for all tamil folk. They want people to be subordinate to their money, power, perverted versions of history and rascals passing off as intellectuals. Hence, they are no better than the parasites that ravage our lands, culture and minds under the guise of charity, good news or wrath of some ‘god’.

The time approaches:

The so called stalwart leaders are ending their miserable existence one by one. Their ‘armies’ are being thrown in to chaos, with factions bursting out from the crevices of corruption, loathing and jealousy. While the disease of minority appeasement is unlikely to disappear (we can thank the congress bootlickers for that), Truth of Dharma has now a chance to be reinstated. The false idealogies propagated by the chief charlatans of the ‘dravidian’ political movement will have to die without a whimper. And in that silence, Truth will be have to be heard resoundingly in people’s minds. That day is not, hopefully, not too far off.

Let the backbone of this politics be broken like a bamboo that breaks under the tusks of the majestic elephant of Dharma; May its roots rot and die, never to spring up again; May the fumes spread by this poison tree, that befuddles brains of people, be swept away by the gales of Truth.

Let Dharma be reinstated again. To be protected by us. To protect us.

*Rant Over*

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