The squeeky-meeky murmurs only when the sky is clear, Udhav Thackeray’s sat behind the walls of his well-protected house when militants rocked the city and hid himself in the comforts of air-conditioners-----------
When Qasab was firing and killing people including the SIT chief Hemant Karkare, his deputy Kamte--Udhav and BAL Thackeray were perhaps busy gulping dal and rice down their filthy throats...............
When sacrifices were needed, the father-son duo wore BANGLES, when Mumbai cried to be rescued ---even the nephew followed the family tradition. Raj like Udhav never whispered a word nor came up with their so-called Maharashtrian pride to fight like Shivaji and lay their lives as martyrs, defending their Mumbai. But if Mumbai is pronounced as Bombay, they would make Karan Johar bend on his knees and send him running high and dry before getting their goons’ ransack the theatres.
Nothing could be worse for the destiny of a city where the self-styled goons call the shots and people without any streak of intelligence and wisdom jump in the same well. Nothing is more shameful than roosting their political fortunes and looking for stunts to continue their lavish and spoilt lifestyles and hog the camera lights.
Udhav's statement in media ridiculing govt. by feeding Qasab with biryani when people did’t even get dal and rice was at the first place --too repulsive a thought representing his piece of mind.............
By the same standards when Qasab threatened the survival of Bombay or Mumbai, Was Udhav hiding under his father's kurta or was even the father hiding--kneeled under the same dining table with nephew Raj, where Qasab was having kebabs and biryani of human flesh because these three musketeers never ventured to give him a chase.............................
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