All out to destroy P.K.R The thirdforce cartel think tanks have gone bonkers
The thirdforce cartel think tanks have gone bonkers.masterwordsmith-unplugged’s paranoid threat preception So PETE MAYBE YOU HAVE FORGIVEN THEM FOR ALL WHAT THEY DID JUST TO BE PROTECTED
Sometimes alliance parties find it convenient to simulate conflict, but this is public posturing to satisfy populist opinion before an election. Raja Petra and Harris Ibrahim are the new templates of posture-politics.
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The real conflicts in the pakatan era are not inter-party but intra-party. The MALAYSIA TODAY has done signal service to news media over the past year, feeding it with a constant supply of stories about personal bickering The author-MP’s return to the party marks a partial restoration of sense but much more reparation is needed on the long road ahead to credibility. Congress, as the main ruling party, should have been happily becalmed.
.Regionalpolitician need their share of headlines and so KITTINGAN discovers ways in which use RPK and harris ibrahim, while no soap opera could ever have the courage to script any serial akin to the inheritance wars of the DMK. It is perfectly logical that a feudal culture should breed feuds. There is calm in the party because its leaders cannot expel themselves. The glue of power melts only in the heat of public anger. Corruption, prices and PKZ have induced a simmer, but [it will need more heat to reach boiling point.
And likewise, they are quietly raking in millions here while the sagas of sin and sleaze build up in a crescendo.
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The thirdforce cartel think tanks have gone bonkers. The nut case has gone beyond being a crackpot. The sad thing about their posting makes is that they red the Harris claptrap and many actually believe their silly articles.It’s like a bored housewife going to a cosmetic surgeon, wanting to look like Katrina Kaif in the belief that such a transformation could change her life and make it what she presumes Katrina’s life to be. PKR’s political bureau decided today to uphold the controversial suspension of Daniel John Jambun, Awang Ahmad Shah and Moses Iking, a decision not likely to go down well with its Sabah chapter.Several Selangor and Negeri Sembilan PKR state assemblypersons have disclaimed involvement in a group of elected representative which voiced open support for vice-president Azmin Ali to contest for the party deputy presidency.
Support for PKR vice-president Azmin Ali’s bid for the deputy post in the upcoming party polls may not be as sound as it appears to harakah daily
The party’s supreme council recently endorsed the decision of the disciplinary committee to suspend 12 Sabah members for their alleged involvement in the formation of Party Cinta Sabah (PCS).
The other nine are Nicholas James Guntobon, Paul Kerangkas, Slyvester @ Balon Mujim, Innocent Makajil, Nasir Samie, Harry Kujukok Manisit, Rubbin bin Guriban, Gosibin Yosundang and Guandee Kohoi.
However the party decided to only reprimand the nine with warning instead of making them serve the one year suspension.
PKR secretary-general Saifuddin Nasution Ismail explained that suspension of the trio was upheld because they held important posts in the PCS’s registration form.
“Having reviewed the appeals, the party leadership acknowledges that everyone involved clearly expressed their regret for the mistake and guaranteed their support for the party.
“However the party is of the opinion that they (Daniel John Jambun, Awang Ahmad Shah and Moses Iking) held key positions in PCS registration like the president, vice president and secretary-general and should be held responsible for the offence.
“Therefore, the political bureau is of the view that the suspension of membership for the three members must remain,” he said in a press statement.
Power is the glue of politics. That is why a government is expected to be in array and opposition generally in disarray. Ideology is a fickle custodian of unity in an age of convenience. Its absence has eliminated the difference between single-party rule and coalition government. Both are held together by individual or sectarian self-interest, which is why they last. Ideology is a differentiator; it makes a partnership untenable even if the partners consider it sustainable. Sentiment is irrelevant to any political marriage. This is true of all democracies where coalitions become necessary. Politicians live for power; why would they invite a premature death?
The group behind PCS was said to be aligned with Datuk Dr Jeffrey Kitingan who has had a fallout with PKR vice-president Azmin Ali who was briefly Sabah PKR chief.
The move to set up the new party was made after Jeffrey resigned as PKR vice-president and a member of the political bureau to protest the “interference” of national party leaders in Sabah PKR.
The application to form PCS was submitted last December, but it was withdrawn 24 hours later following intervention by national PKR leaders.
Several Selangor and Negeri Sembilan PKR state assemblypersons have disclaimed involvement in a group of elected representative which voiced open support for vice-president Azmin Ali to contest for the party deputy presidency.Several Selangor and Negeri Sembilan PKR state assemblypersons have disclaimed involvement in a group of elected representative which voiced open support for vice-president Azmin Ali to contest for the party deputy presidency.
After years, the promos of a film have really excited me and I’m dying to watch it, first day, first show. No, I have no idea if the film is good or bad. In all probability, it will be awful. Two recent films in this genre were ghastly, though they made lots of money in the box office. And one of them, being a Aamir Khan film, assumed iconic proportions and got the star the moniker of being a matchless marketing whiz, particularly because he stole the thunder from under Shah Rukh’s nose. While Shah Rukh was doing his usual number for Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi, Aamir came in from behind with his buzz cut ushers in the theatres announcing the arrival of a thunderous blockbuster two weeks later. The whole focus shifted overnight from Surinder Sahni to Sanjay Singhania. Both films were as ordinary as they come. But Aamir’s went on to become a huge hit, announcing the arrival of a new genre in Bollywood: the Tamil bloodfest.
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Its success quickened the release of another bloodfest, this time with Telugu origins: Wanted. You can’t get cheesier than Wanted. It’s possibly the worst movie you have seen, shoddily scripted, badly crafted, crudely put together: an astonishing display of plywood machismo. But even that couldn’t stop it from becoming a huge blockbuster simply because Salman Superbrat swaggered through the film with his trademark cheekiness, doing nothing, just being himself. That made the movie. If, like me, you watch movies not at their premiere, or on TV, but in a typical old fashioned theatre, not even in a multiplex, you will figure why Salman works. His every strut is greeted with wolf whistles and cat calls. His every line of cheeky dialogue is loudly chanted by his fans and some of them, who are watching the film for the umpteenth time, anticipate his lines by screaming them out a split second before they are spoken on screen. This is clearly one star whose fans don’t want him to act. They want him to strut through the film, doing nothing more than delivering cheesy lines of dialogue and beating up guys beefier than him. And, O yes, they reserve the maximum applause for that one moment in a film when he takes his shirt off, either for the mother of a fight or a chalu song. In both, Salman has exactly the same slightly funny, slightly exasperated expression as if to say: Why the hell am I doing this shit?RELATED ATICLE
Aamir’s the opposite. He’s intense to a fault. Every role appears to be a matter of life and death for him. He has to get it just right. His films too are exactly the opposite of Salman’s. They are so carefully crafted that every emotion, every feeling is wrung out of every scene. Often even the manipulation shows. Most times he gets away with it simply because he’s Aamir and can do no wrong. His producers too have taken on Shah Rukh at the numbers game. Huge full page ads declare box office figures that keep spiralling till the pundits finally throw up their hands in exasperation. Akshay Kumar’s producers too briefly joined this numbers game but are now slightly subdued with Akshay having signed on a few duds. But Akshay remains chilled. He knows he has an innate goofy charm that can survive all the tacky screenplays he cheerfully sleepwalks through.
Funnily, barring Salman, the others are looking less and less like stars today. They are beginning to look like businessmen. Shah Rukh has even hit the cover of a business magazine and is sounding, behaving more like a producer than a star. So is Aamir. What they don’t realise is that popular fan bases are not built on the imagery of businessmen or producers. The common man does not admire a bania. The villain in most films of my growing up years was the village mahajan or the city slicker in a white shark skin suit sitting with his bottle of Vat 69. India may have changed. Money is no longer a bad word but the man on the street still admires a hero, not a wealthy man. The iconic hero of Bollywood was for over two decades the Angry Young Man who fought the entire might of the system and brought it tumbling down.
This brings me back to Chulbul Pandey. I am sure Dabangg will be whatever. But what the heck, I love movies where a cracked hero walks through an equally cracked screenplay doing the weirdest, whackiest things, and no one does that better than Salman. Will I ever make a film like that? Unlikely. Will I recommend a film like that? Not over my dead body. Will I go to a sweaty, stinking theatre to watch it, surrounded by screaming, whistling, hysteric Salman fans? Yes, I will. That’s the movie watching experience I pay for. It reminds me of my adolescence. It reminds of the time when movies were movies and heroes could do anything and get away with it.
Famous French film maker Jean-Luc Godard has refused to step out of his Swiss home to go to Hollywood to accept the Oscar for his lifetime’s work. It’s not because Godard, 79, is still busy making films on miniscule budgets that he claims no one watches any more. It’s because he finds, like many others, fame to be extremely boring in an age and time when every third person you meet is an overnight celebrity.
Fame is pointless when it no longer distinguishes you from the rest and, worse, is not a special marker of your achievements. Today everyone’s chasing that fleeting moment of stardom which Warhol had once warned would become commonplace. It has. Like the S Class Benz or the duplex home with a sea view, fame has now become just another aspiration that any well heeled or well connected Indian can claim, buy or hire. Many do. So we have this huge menagerie of celebrities who are famous simply for being famous. We know they’re famous because they hog prime time on TV or rub shoulders with each other in newspapers and celebrity magazines that have flooded the markets today, living off the premise that the accoutrements of stardom can be sold to the gullible. It’s like a bored housewife going to a cosmetic surgeon, wanting to look like Katrina Kaif in the belief that such a transformation could change her life and make it what she presumes Katrina’s life to be.
We have chosen to disbelieve today that talent, hard work and great passion is the only sure route to fame, the kind of fame that the Great Masters enjoyed. There are no short cuts. Yet we pursue our fantasies of instant fame. One reality show, one break in the movies, one photo shoot, one silly award we believe can give you that moment in eternity that fame ensures. As a result, the rich and the powerful go all out to buy it as they would buy all those stupid toys that litter their life. The rest run in hot pursuit of it. Acquiring celebrity status is like what keeping up with the Joneses once was. You did it because everyone else was doing it too.
But is fame something to acquire? Or is it something others gift you out of admiration and love, in recognition of a talent you have that you may not even know yourself? History shows that some of the most famous people never even knew they were famous. They were proclaimed so long after their death when people recognised their amazing achievements. There were others who found fame a burden. It stood between them and their life’s work. One of the real hallmarks of fame is that those who have it are impatient to shrug it off and get back to doing what they do best, which is what brought them their fame in the first place. I have known some of the most remarkable people who were famous but had no time for their fame. They craved anonymity and often got it because the world respected them. Ritwick Ghatak, one of the greatest film makers of the last century, was a classic case. Amir Khan, the legendary singer, was another. Vasudev Gaitonde, the painter who died unsung in a Delhi barsaati. Nikhil Banerjee, possibly the greatest musician of his generation. Jibanananda Das, the poet, who fell off a tramcar and died, his body dragged for a furlong before anyone noticed. Badal Sarkar, the playwright, now 85, still refuses to be famous. Gaddar, the balladeer, who sang the first songs of revolution that labelled him a Naxalite. Mahasweta Devi, the novelist. These are people history will remember as truly famous.
Those who we think are famous today, the ones that leap out of newspapers and TV to assault our senses and claim our admiration, are just momentary blips on the screen. They will not even last out their lifetime in the limelight, however famous they may look to you and me today. If you don’t believe me, just pause for a moment and think of our first Superstar, Rajesh Khanna. He was called The Phenomenon. He walks down the road today, a forlorn, forgotten figure. No, I’m not being cruel to him. History is. It remembers only the really famous and hits delete on the rest. You can hog all the headlines you want. You can grab all the trophies and awards. You can buy your stardom for the present but you can’t hang in there unless you have the gift of excellence. Many don’t. So they strive for it. And excellence being a tough task master often consumes their entire life. So they have no time to live the life of the celebrity.
Though they never show it, these are people who fulfil their destiny. And no, none of them are celebrities. They are common people like you and me. Except that they went that extra mile to do extraordinary things with their lives. That’s what made them famous.
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