Skeletons and corpses being pulled out of Lalit Modi’s IPL and earlier years appear like a joke. The BCCI, the government and the media are zapped at how Modi channeled IPL moolah to weave a royal, jet-setting life for himself. But the dirt that these conscience keepers are blowing into the faces of people like me, was it ever hidden, unknown or impalpable?
I admit I never followed state elections that led to Raje’s fall in Rajasthan, but why did I not get to read about her corrupt lackey, Mr Modi? Why did no newspaper or channel ever wonder aloud about Modi’s connection to the Burmans? Were overseas trips, a jet-taxi, the hotel suite and his brashness so discreet and sweet that they were utterly forgivable and forgettable until Sania did not fly off to Pakistan and leave behind a paparazzi gap that begun to see potential as soon as tweeting went overboard?
Before Modi spilled the beans on Pushkar and her sweat equity, why did she never bless the gossip columns? Why is Tehelka adopting a holier than thou tone in reporting an interview it conducted with the potential Mrs Tharoor with golden hair. Women move up ladders, strike alliances of convenience to benefit and in some cases lead to a man’s fall. There is nothing new about it all and there is no victimastion here.
For all the righteous frenzy that surrounds IPL at the moment, the truth is, this is no witch-hunt. It is a power game, where the current head is being cut off to re-grow a new head of mutual convenience and benefit. One day all of a sudden, Modi and his dark deeds would disappear from the media glare, and we will move on to a new blockbuster of love, sex, business, lecherous gurus, political alliances and dhoka. Business would be back to usual.
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