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Revanna, a minister in the Karnataka cabinet was seen throwing biscuits at Kodagu flood victims. He actually picked up speed when some peeps began protesting. And the biggest surprise. It was not out in the flooded open but in a room. Actually, I think Poor Revanna was angry at being asked to go there. I am the eldest son of Devegowda. I should be CM asking people to go here and there. But my younger brother becomes CM. He took this anger out on the hapless flood victims.
Revanna, a minister in the Karnataka cabinet was seen throwing biscuits at Kodagu flood victims. He actually picked up speed when some peeps began protesting. And the biggest surprise. It was not out in the flooded open but in a room. Actually, I think Poor Revanna was angry at being asked to go there. I am the eldest son of Devegowda. I should be CM asking people to go here and there. But my younger brother becomes CM. He took this anger out on the hapless flood victims.
B
The awesome terrific Kerala floods. Insensitive na. My god. What a drama it was. No, I am not making any snide remark but commenting on the how wild social media become. How many angles and shade it took. And the real sufferers were way back in the queue. I couldn’t go out of my house without peeps of every hue asking me for money. Schools gave a day off for the students to go door to door and collect money and stained bed sheets. I was going to shout at the girl who was calling out ‘Excuse me, sir. But when I saw that she had one lazy eye, I backed off. Do you know how much of the money collected will ever reach the destination? 0.0000000043 %. Facebook went mad. Hmmm, Gods own country eh. There was one MLA shouting for a helicopter. It proved what I always believed. When someone has a problem, half don’t care about it. The other half is actually happy you have a problem. Thankfully, the worst is over. We can put it behind us. Till the next circus begins.
The awesome terrific Kerala floods. Insensitive na. My god. What a drama it was. No, I am not making any snide remark but commenting on the how wild social media become. How many angles and shade it took. And the real sufferers were way back in the queue. I couldn’t go out of my house without peeps of every hue asking me for money. Schools gave a day off for the students to go door to door and collect money and stained bed sheets. I was going to shout at the girl who was calling out ‘Excuse me, sir. But when I saw that she had one lazy eye, I backed off. Do you know how much of the money collected will ever reach the destination? 0.0000000043 %. Facebook went mad. Hmmm, Gods own country eh. There was one MLA shouting for a helicopter. It proved what I always believed. When someone has a problem, half don’t care about it. The other half is actually happy you have a problem. Thankfully, the worst is over. We can put it behind us. Till the next circus begins.
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