Courtesans of Conspiracies
By- Pamarty Venkataramana
The grapevine went quiet, all on a sudden!
A game of dumb charades can be only as loud as the sign master.
But, this was no game. It was a nightmare turned real.
Thus far, Big Daddy Cool had turned all society into a reality show: no one who was a known figure was ever seen in true form.It was all appearances.
And, only public postures. Posters and posturing lent glow to all that publicity.
Duplicity was real.
Being rebellious was passé.
To be seen with the oddball Big Daddy Cool, at his hideout villa was a shot in the arm for egotist wannabes and most failed-dolls of the high-street world.They connived and faked smiles to be this celluloid realm Don’s Moll.
The hookah.The banned narcotic substances.Devilry at play.
All the while.
The revelry has all now come to a sudden halt.
For, a larger evil has seemingly taken over his reins. Of control. Of power.
Of the ability to send shivers down the spine and minds of all and sundry elements – both seen and unseen.
If it was the shrill voice of the loudmouth in the mike which used to fill the air with noise pollution five times everyday, nowadays, it was the relentless screeching, screaming and barking of loose canons unleashed from behind air-conditioned television studios,out on to the streets, which appeared to rattle the peace of the general public.
But, more particularly of Big Daddy Cool. And, his little flocks.
Big Daddy Cool was now literally Big Daddy Cold.Shivering in his hideout. Or,ought we to say at her big lair?
No more select parties in private.
For,private was no longer so : public reps from private-outfits had a self-proclaimed right to encroach upon any and another’s private habitat.
A huge hue and cry , however, can be raised where a self-confessed drug-addict and pretender : a chronic, compulsive obsessive disorder/patient with megalomaniac delusions of real life Queenhood sheds copious tears on camera.
She soon turns bigwig leaders into wicket-keepers and extra players watching from sidelines of public slinging matches, day in and day out.
Big Bosses (as Big Daddy Cool), were relegated to be mere mute spectators.
Yes. Evil mafiaso is terrified.
Big Daddy Cool has gone into hibernation mode.
A deadlier Big Daddy Cold has surfaced from cobwebs of truth : all the skeletons that tumbled out of the musty cupboards have turned the Pygmy rag-master into an avtar of Big Daddy Cold – the master of all mongrels that love to be petted.
Oh,the eerie silence!
Ah, there hides Big Daddy Cool even as Big Daddy Cold is prancing around like the old colonialist’s mule.
Hello India !
Do mute the obnoxious vilification game.
All is well !
Economic downslide and Covid-19 were ‘acts of God’.
All shadow puppetry is likewise, a purest form of devilry.
Sideshows help sidestep issues.
Gossiping had given way to rumour mongering which has elevated itself to a higher level of gross abuse as well as misuse of ‘power’ – by all ineligible courtesans of conspiracies.
History bears testimony. The courtesan has always risen up to fell kings and empire States.
The Emperor’s new clothes are being sewed.Beware,benign subjects.
Dare the Devils.
In God we Trust ; not devilry.
So,wake up!
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