Thursday, April 13, 2006

The morning after

I’m not a fan of dr.rajkumar. I’ve only seen a few of his movies, way back in the pre-cable tv era. But I have lived in bangalore long enough to understand the phenomenon called raj kumar. Like his counterparts in tamil nadu and andhra pradesh, the man played to the galleries. The robin hood, the ideal son, the saint, the everyman’s hero. and, boy, did he strike gold! But unlike the mgrs and ntrs, rajkumar stayed clear of politics.

By design or default, it was a masterstroke. He probably won’t have made a good politician. He was known for his decency and simplicity, and was relatively scandal-free all through his life. These traits, together with his on-screen success, turned him into a demi-god in Karnataka.

Which is why it is sad bangalore chose to bid farewell to him the way it did.

Tomorrow morning, after the emotions have subsided, hd kumaraswamy and his cohorts will wake up and realize how badly they had assessed the ground realities.

The police will wake up and alarm bells will ring. Hopelessly ill-equipped, badly trained, and woefully short on leadership and morale, they’ll have to ask themselves a few tough questions. Assuming they care to, that is.

It would be nice if the kannada film industry wakes up, but I doubt it. They find it far easier to rip off hits from other languages. It’s not the lack of talent. It’s the lack of initiative.

The fans will wake up and travel in the same buses they tried to burn. As they desperately cling on amidst smelly armpits and paunchy old farts, the knowledge that a few among them tried to destroy even the precious little public transport they can afford, will be one hard swallow.

As for raj kumar, he’ll sleep in peace. He’s earned it, after all.

the copy drinkers