Shotgun – cocked and loaded – shoots self in the foot.

Dear Mr. Shatrugan Sinha,

I must say your comments about cheerleaders in the Indian Premier League has made reading and viewing interesting for which I shall be eternally grateful to you.

The mundane discussions about the inflation and the consequential price rise was making live news somewhat boring and very predictable. I must say I am very glad that this is being covered with less fervor compared to your comments on the cheerleaders for which, as I mentioned earlier, I am indeed highly grateful to you.

I am also glad that you pointed out that the attention has diverted from cricket to the sideshows that these cheerleaders put up. The cricketers now seem to want to hit sixes and fours or take wickets solely for the purpose of seeing these half naked girls dance and not so that their team wins. The fact that their team wins a match is sheer coincidence, an observation of mine with which I am sure, you will agree.

I also liked the fact that your comments have taken over the news ticker, the text that runs from the right to the left on the bottom of the screen (yes, sir, that displays news too). And since there are a lot of people who want to react to your statements, both in agreement and disagreement (there will not be a lot, I am sure, for the ones that disagree with you must hang their heads in shame), I must assume that you have made yourself immortal in the annals of history for which I am very happy and extremely proud.

The doctors’ strike and its ramifications will be forgotten, as they should be, thanks to the amazing timing of your evergreen comments. Sure, things like death due to negligence and discrimination should be forgotten, our culture and customs require us to forgive and forget. For reminding us this culture of ours, sir, I am infinitely grateful to you.

Farmers commit suicides. What can anything be done about them, right? It is the ones that are alive that vote for you and win you elections. With your well-timed comments about the cheerleaders, I must say, as an ardent fan of yours, I am overjoyed at the subtle, untold messages in your words.

Our culture consists of so many violent deaths, thanks to wars and communal clashes that we tend to forget our true calling and waste our time pursuing these meaningless models of supposed equality. As long as you are around, sir, I sincerely hope that that day would never come.

The development of our country has given birth to so many evils and only stalwarts like you stand in the way of the complete erosion of our core values. We do need to be reminded from time to time, as to what we ought to do and what we oughtn’t. We are, of course, a young country and we need to be guided from time to time by someone who has been entertaining us through the wonderful medium of feature films.

I am so happy that all the news channels and other forms of the media, including my blog will talk about your comments rather than talking about other topics which have no relevance to the state of our country, state or selves.

To conclude, I would like to say I feel very lucky to witness a personality like you in action, although I am disheartened to know that you have not been able to win a single Filmfare award in spite of your splendid performances in movies. I am certain that this is the result of a conspiracy on behalf of the Bachchan family which keeps scoring at the awards’ ceremony every year.

Keep commenting, sir.

Yours Gratefully,

The Wabbster.