Friends, I don’t know how to react to this piece of news.

ManMohan Singh ( who else but the Puppet!) has promised that his government will dole out some few crore rupees for the welfare of the widows and orphans of terrorists (yeah you have read correctly, grant for the terrorists and  not for the victims of terrorists…)  who have been killed in police/ military encounters.

Have you heard anything more outrageous?

Only two days back he was here in Ahmedabad with that  ‘insult to senses’ firang woman trying to console the victims of  the recent serial bomb blasts. He is supposedly have told one of the victims, ‘Aap bach gaye wo hi ganimat samjho’.(Divya Bhaskar, Monday) Naturally. Inspite of the government spending tax-payers’ money to support terrorists’ families, it’s a wonder we are all OK. I mean I am a qualified surgeon, and yet I am not so sure about my kids’ future if something were to happen to me. I am in private practice and I won’t be getting any pension. But not so if you are a terrorist. Your family will be well looked after by the Oh-so-magnanimous Indian government, if you were to be felled by the bullets of your friendly neighbourhood Mannu. Or if you decide to blow yourself up in a crowded street as a suicide bomber. So dear terrorists, now you can go ahead and kill as many of us as you want… Spread the word around that there is no need to worry about your dependents. The UPA government is there to look after them.

Imagine these scenes.

Scene one…

A burqua clad woman enters government treasury office. With a dozen and a half kids, a few of them playing with live grenades and another few playing with AK-47s. She is wailing…

 ’Arrey Bilal ke abba, hum ko akela chhod kar kaise chaley gaye… Abhi to Bilal ko theek se AK-47 chalana bhi naheen sikhya tha… Aur yeh chhota Mujaffar to abhi grenades se khel raha hai…’

 Then a pagdi clad sardar emerges from his room, ‘Fikar not behan ji, Aap ke khavind kaise guzar gaye? Unko koi bimari thi kya?’

” Arrey bimari se marey tu, teri Firang malkin… Mere shauhar to bade terrorist they aur dekho yeh paper ka cutting… Kaise apne aap ko suicide bomb se uda diya hai… Yeh sar ka peechhla hissa unhi ka hai…’

The turbanator smiles understandingly. and indulgently too: ’ Oh yeh gal hai… tussi is taraf aa jao,  thwadde waste to yeh special window khol rakhha hai hamne…  Oye kake Bilal, tu sanu ae das; tu kaun seschool vich padhta hai?’

‘Mannu chacha, abhi to mein Madrase mein sikhta hoon,’

‘Koi gal nahin kake, assi tennu Pakistan bhejanga, jo bhi terrorist camp aap ko bharti karta hai, uski fees bhi saddhi Hindustan di sarker degi…’

While this drama is being enacted, another woman enters. She starts complaining, ‘ Mere pati BSF ke jawanthey, terrorist ke saath ladhtey ladhtey shahid ho gaye.. Ab hamara koi nahin hai.’

 The turbanator calls the security guard and asks to throw that woman out .’ Na jaane kahaan kahaan se aa jatey hain… Ham ne koi theka le rakkha hai kya?’