A letter to
Mr. Aiyar
Dear Mr. Aiyar,
I don’t know if I can even address you, as I have not studied
in St. Stephen’s, I was born in a small nursing home in Tirunelveli, my great
grandmother sold Idlis to make ends meet, my father-in-law was just a teacher,
my husband didn’t have shoes when he went for his first job interview, I had
just two pairs of clothes while growing up, I studied upto my 2nd standard in a
school that no longer exists, Krishnan’s school also is no longer in existence,
my father wrote accounts in a temple so he could fund his education and eat one
meal, both my father and father-in-law started working at the age of 14… My
husband and I currently live in a suburb of Delhi called Gurgaon, I am very
worried if you won’t let me be here because we don’t “fit”, we aren’t from Doon
school, Tripos college besides being from St. Stephens, we also have not been in
the Indian Foreign Service for 26 years and we certainly don’t count Nehruji’s
grandson amongst our friends, I don’t think we can speak English as well as you
do, we will have to manage in Tamil, the local language and your forgotten
mother tongue, in your constituency, Mayiladuthurai.
Some things that we might have in common, either your
friend’s family or your daughters would have used a L’Oreal shampoo, my husband
Krishnan was part of the team that launched L’Oreal in India… Hmmm, I am racking
my brains for some other connection. Krishnan started his career with Cipla, the
Indian pharmaceutical company, setup on the behest of Gandhiji, the original
Mahatma, not your friend’s father and you might have taken some medicine that
they manufactured, but I doubt that. So we will continue to worry about not
being in the same league.
Mr. Aiyar, did you know that our second prime minister Shri
Lal Bahadur Shastri was almost adopted by a milkman ? I guess by your standards
he should not have become the PM, but should have supplied milk perhaps to all
the Congress party workers. Mr. Aiyar, am sure you have travelled to Uruguay as
you are a well travelled person, so I would like you to read about their
president on this link
Shocking, how can a former revolutionary become the President
of a country and on top of that remain poor?? Giving away 90% of his earnings –
maybe if he was in India, you would have wanted him to grow the vegetables that
Congress party workers could eat.
Mr. Modi unfortunately didn’t know that if he sold tea in his
younger days, he should have just continued doing that and not ever dream of
being the PM of this country. Forgive him, Mr. Aiyar, he didn’t study in Doon
school, he didn’t serve in the IFS, so he doesn’t know the protocol – that only
one family, that of your esteemed friend is deserving of being the PM of this
country because they don’t sell tea in their growing up years, they study in
Doon school, and they have the ability to reduce a Cambridge educated man into a
puppet PM, they also marry into families that are mysterious, they have fat
Swiss bank accounts, and well, they probably don’t drink tea even. Mr. Modi, did
you get it ? Don’t worry Mr. Aiyar, someone will translate this blog into Hindi
or I can even, as I speak and write Hindi very well, it is my first language. I
wrote it in English so you would understand. Mr. Modi understanding or not
doesn’t matter, he after all can just supply tea to Congress party workers.
Mr. Aiyar, a question for you, can a person like me, who
didn’t sell tea, or milk or any other food product, dream of being the Prime
Minister or President of India ? Now that I think of it, Dr. Sarvepalli
Radhakrishnan, one of our well known Presidents, also is from the non-existent
school that Krishnan studied in and so is President V V Giri. Guess, both were
mistakes according to you.
Now Mr. Aiyar, if you still drink coffee that your
forefathers drank at home, smell it, and find the first flight out to a country
of your choice, because Mr. Modi will sell tea to the Congress party at a
premium and from 7, Race Course Road as the PM of India soon, if not him, some
other “chai wallah” or “jhadu wali” will be the prime minister, not the twit
that your friend had for a son !! Just get out – we have had enough of your
snobbery, and your corrupt party’s ways and really enough of your friend’s
family. Maybe they can sell Cappuccino in Italy and try becoming the PM there
and leave India to tea drinking and tea selling Indians.
With best regards
Bindu
Incase anyone was wondering which Mr. Aiyar I refer to in
this letter, it’s Mani Shankar Aiyar.