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ShareManmohan Singh's health and whether Pranab Mukherjee is the correct choice as a substitute PM, how sad it is that they passed over Chidambaram, why Mrs G didn't just step in to the role she was doing in any case, or how the nuclear deal and terrorism were responsible for doing him in -- I assure you there's enough newsprint devoted to that already.
Ramalinga Raju and his greed? What can I say that is different, and hasn't been pontificated over by every pointy-head in the pink pages and the honey monies on the biz channels already?
Oh yes, lets also draw a line, shall we, under how Barrrack Obama has such a clean energy, how he's hit the ground running, how finally there's reason to be hopeful about the planet, and how Michelle is one inch taller than him but it's clear they're a happy couple from their body language?
Lord help us, but Pakistan -- whatever happened to its civil society, how it is cozying up to China, making a fool of America, has outsmarted India and how its diplomats always manage to make our own seem shabby -- is not even a subject I would go near.
Ah yes, you think I would write something about Omar Abdullah and how he's the real guy to watch out for, how he has an Obama-like quality, how unassuming he is and how he started life working at Bikky Oberoi's hotel, but is there anything new I could tell you that you haven't read or heard about Omar already in the past few weeks?
And in conjunction with the topic of real guys to watch out for on the political firmament is there any point bringing up the subject of Priyanka Vadra, how she's got her grandmother's spirit and style, and how she's going to be the one who will emerge as the Gandhi to watch -- no sir, not for me.
Of course I could write about Narendra Modi; Modi's always a good topic to bring up when you want to win brownie points for political correctness on BOTH sides of the divide, and of course, there's enough one could milk Modi and his fan club of industrialists for, but truly, enough has been said already don't you think?
The Shiv Sena and its thuggery? Akshay Kumar and the sorry end to his winning streak? The MNS and its Maharashtrian manoos? The Jaipur Lit Fest and its bias towards Pakistani authors? Poor old paparazzi-haunted Julia Roberts and her jaunt in India?
No this column's not about that either. So what, for God's sake is this column about you ask.
Nithari I say. The remains of dozens of children unearthed from drains. Blood on the walls and blood on the knives. The children of people so poor and unimportant that their deaths did not merit the national outcry and media circus as the equally brutal murder of a dentist's daughter in the same vicinity. Nithari, because somewhere there is still blood on some one's hands and justice left to be done. This column's about Nithari, because we've become a nation with short-term memory loss and in all the chatter some one's got to remember it, dammit!
