suppandi does a ‘anna’ hazare! (AyeAyeYo!!)

Silly…

It is very easy-peasy to become an activist (of social or anti-social issues) these days. Hallelujah, hallelujah!! All of us wannabe social activists never had it oh so good!

In fact, this post is about ‘social activism’ that I actually learnt from an illustrious parent (believe me!  I am telling you the unvarnished truth) – and unfortunately, for various reasons this parent (or parents) shall remain unnamed, sorry.

Well…

To help you lazy fellows (I mean you – the unfortunate reader of this pathetic weblog), I have presented four levels of social activism, after a whole lot of painstaking research and lucubration. (and I sincerely hope that you would profusely thank me and flood my mailbox & the comments area with a zillion thankyou, thankyou kind of mushy notes, oh the hope!)

Okay – onto the details:

Level I: One simple way of ‘Activism’ is to watch various TV channels dishing out instant solutions for societalrelated issues (including corruption), while munching on Lay’s chips and sipping Coca-Cola or some such product of a bladder.

Level II: A slightly tougher way of activism is explained in the following process: We hear of some social activism, some tussle, some skirmish, some fight – somewhere via, some darn & despicable source like a Friend, TV, Radio, Newspaper, Internet etc etc. The gravity of this situation demands some resolute, urgent and decisive action from us. We try to get up, we can’t, our arse has become too big for our seats, we have been sitting for a considerable time now – so instead, we slightly tilt our bodies sideways so that one of our posterior hemispheres (technically known as ‘buttocks’) just makes an angle of some 15 degrees (no more, mind you!) to the horizontal. Now what? This is our way of delicately commenting on the issue by breaking a suitably well-informed and aromatic gust of wind from our anus (complicated technical jargons for this tiresome activity are many: blogging, mailing list conversations, random facebook entries etc). Please note that, sometimes, depending on the pressure of the event, some sound effects may also accompany the noxious comment – in which case, we can happily upload a truly multimedia file ‘to the Internet!’ Moral: Everyone can happily die ever-after.

Level III: A slightly more harder way is to laboriously read ‘The Hindu’ and then to write longish ‘letters to the editor’ – but the problem here is that one should start off with ‘apropos of xyz’s artlcle…‘ and end with ‘to be concluded‘ or ‘to be continued‘ etc etc. It is all very messy hifalutin’ English and so, one is not advised to try that. Again, there are many people waiting out there with drawn pens and drying ink-nibs to give you suitable rejoinders! More of those blistering appropos-ofs! Mommeeeeee!

There is a much, much harder way though. It is also technology enabled.

Level IV: Open your mailbox with much trepidation, lo and behold, invariably you would have a slew of gory mail forwards (in fact, fwd: fwd: fwd:…fwd:s from one of your ‘following’ friends and ‘followed’ friends) in which, you would be asked to take to the battlefront of the great fight against corruption – simply by doing the daunting task of forwarding the offending ‘fwd:’ to another zillion folks in your hitlist.

Indeed it requires so much courage, conviction and commitment to religiously forward such mails – my eyes become glassy when I think of these brave email-forward-warriors. My heart goes out to them. I wish them all the best. *sniff*

Apparently, lately, a critter called ‘SaviourRaj’ (hic) – Saviour Raj <saviourraj @ gmail.com> – has been hyperactive on this ‘fwd:’ mafia business – and it so happened that, among many others, a few nammashaale parents also received this spam. The spam was about the current darling cheer leader of the unnecessarily noisy and boisterous muddle classes – Srimaan ‘Anna’ Hazare PBUH – and was titled ‘Anna Hazare fasts unto death against corruption – A mahatma announces fast unto death‘ – and oh, won’t my troubles ever end…This forward had the following (dis)content.:

  • 54 exclamation marks !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • 9 fwd: fwd: fwd: s
  • 6 different font styles
  • 4 different font sizes
  • 4 colours
  • 3 requests  forward the mail to as many people as possible and as ‘widely’ as one can
  • 13 mistakes in the English used
  • etc, etc, etc  grrrrr

All very, and bloody jarring to the eyes and to the brain… (Honestly, the moment I receive a forward like this, immediately I want to murder the spammer who meaninglessly and methodically forwards these thingies – but mor on these morons later…)

Sheesh! *&^#!#$%@

Well, perhaps, many parents kept quiet and did not send it to me, because either they were too busy forwarding it to other people or they were also tired of this frenetic email-activism or they were afraid of my silly temper. But not my friends – they sent it to me. grrr

ME!!!! (pardon my exuberant exclamation marks – at this point I was really hyper-super excited and ultra angry!!!)

Believe me, actually these friends are fundamentally very good people, very sensitive folks with a heart, or so I thought – not that my thoughts really matter…

But… there is a hidden side to the story.

Rest in the next installment please! (so stay tuned, if you must).

In the meantime, I am off to my  Level II social activism (as above).

You can also join me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

pLEaSE CIRCULATE this emil wildly!!!!!!!!!!!!

It ish a warr agunst corption.!!!!!!! Jai

Hind!   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! shud reech ass many peeppil plz

(really, really, really sorry for all the exuberance)

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