Open Letter to Aiyar






















A letter to Mr. Aiyar 




This entry was posted on January 17, 2014, in Daily Ramblings,



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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 up to 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
World’s poorest president..
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







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