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Advantage – Raj

Raj Thackeray, Mumbaikar, Marathi Manoos, have recently been in news for quite sometime now for the controversies, violence, their emotions, and so on (I am not naming Mumbai here, as it is always in news for some reason or the other).

I have been writing about political melodrama that was going on between Maharashtra Navnirman Sena and the Samajwadi Party or between Raj Thackeray and “rest of the non-Mumbaikar” community. What I was particularly disturbed about was the way in which things were being handled and the violent chaos that spread rapidly across the state. Well, my point was to talk about how politics can exploit anything and everything using the recent “insider/outsider” news story as the medium. It is not that I don’t care or think about the Marathi Manoos, I am one amongst them and take equal pride in calling myself a “Mumbaikar”, as much as Raj Thackeray would take.

I was possibly carried with the errant happenings across various cities of the state and my angst flowed in form of my writings. But then I was brought to a more point of view, more of emotional logical than just something that oozes extremism of any sort. And I want to share with you all a wonderful piece of writing from a distant friend. Here I am not in anyway trying to justify Raj Thackeray and his activists’ behavior (damage done is certainly punishable), neither I am retracting on my earlier writings. It is just a speculation on what must have been going on Raj’s mind about and for the Marathi community. However, the means he adopted to fight for it is still not justified.

http://aksharshilpa.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/explaining-what-raj-thackeray-means-to-a-marathi-maanus

The article is very well written with proper assimilation of thought and facts. Apologies for its readability, appropriate suggestions have already been conveyed. However, it does not allow words of appreciation to escape for Dhanashree, the writer – continue writing and keep up the good work.

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