Nov 3: Day 2 of my fast, day 981 of our chain.
As Christian lamented yesterday, I follow Modi on Facebook now, and let his hideousness pervade our home.
It’s a devil’s bargain, really, and my only consolation is that I get daily proof of him being what I think he is. There are no surprises, other than that he flaunts his hideous vacuousness like a trophy.
Everyday for Modi is a new chance to play dress up and strut around, like a peacock of Hindutva pride. No tragedy can cast a pall on this world of perpetual blue skies, rainbows, and unicorns.
While 135 people died in Morbi in the aftermath of the collapsed newly repaired (by a clock manufacturing company!!) pedestrian bridge, Mr. Modi held election rallies in Gujarat (for the upcoming Legislative Assembly polls in December) the very next morning – sporting a jaunty hat of all things!
At long last, he did manage to visit “patients” at a Morbi hospital. But not before slick new roads were paved for his photo shoots, and the humble hospital in Morbi was spruced up for his press entourage. No one knows if the patients he visited were real. Appearances are everything to him, because his core is cold and dead as a stone.
Gujarat made this man its Chief Minister for 13 consecutive years, and he still calls the shots as a de facto “ruler” of the state. It must take a lot of ignorance, apathy, and moral rot to willingly “give one’s heart” to someone as heartless as Modi.
As a child of Gujarati ancestors, I am ashamed. Perhaps, I am one of a dwindling tribe still capable of feeling that very important emotion.
Chain Fasting For Peace 