ravishingravi Posted February 19, 2012 Posted February 19, 2012 http://www.dnaindia.com/analysis/report_why-not-make-arnab-goswami-prime-minister_1651599
Holysmoke Posted February 19, 2012 Posted February 19, 2012 Besides, if not Arnab Goswami, who else? Sachin Tendulkar, you say? Well, Sachin is not a bad choice for Prime Minister. His impressive selfishness, his distinguished track record of putting his own interest above that of the collective’s, and ability to amass massive personal milestones will gel perfectly with the prevailing ethos among our Parliamentarians. But one thing that may not work is his voice — sweet as it may sound to his trillion fans, it will get drowned in the well of the House before he can say ‘100’. That's fked up.
Stuge Posted February 19, 2012 Posted February 19, 2012 Anyone can become PM, who is citizen of India and has luck like anything :P
Clarke Posted February 19, 2012 Posted February 19, 2012 That's fked up. DNA India ne kiya bhagwan ka apmaan :ohyeah:
jf1gp_1 Posted February 20, 2012 Posted February 20, 2012 i actually like Goswami ; but ofcourse him as PM is not happening
Khalpat Posted February 20, 2012 Posted February 20, 2012 One thing is for sure, if Arnab Goswami is in Loksabha, nobody else would be allowed to speak.
Pagalpanti Posted February 20, 2012 Posted February 20, 2012 Our politicians, at any rate, hold him in higher regard than Parliament. Which is why you will see them in his channel’s studio more than you see them in Parliament. Whether or not they take part in parliamentary debates, they dare not bunk the debates conducted nightly by Arnab Goswami. And no matter how provocative the questions posed to them, they won’t dream of staging a walk-out from Arnab’s chambers like they do every 13 minutes in the Lok Sabha. :hysterical:
ravishingravi Posted February 25, 2012 Author Posted February 25, 2012 Rage Icon Of The Generation I have always rued the fact that this generation lacks true rage icons. This, I believe, explains why the new Vijay Dinanath Chauhan, unlike his predecessor, breaks down into tears at every opportunity. Or why the handsome hunks in Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara spent so much time discovering their Ying side. One cannot blame the bachchas too. Because they had not grown up with Amitabh Bachchan’s angry enraged man avatar, where the tightening of jaw conveyed as much burn as three hours of the angsty Rockstar. Because they have not, at an impressionable age, felt the blast from Sunny Deol screaming “Balwaant Raii….” like Mount Krakatoa or experienced first hand his wrath as he laid to waste the Pakistani Army with just a handpump. Hell these poor kids have been brought up under the shadow of a KJo-ized namby pamby Sirish-Kunder-slapping SRK, a far cry from the lip-quivering, red-eyed, macho Madan-Chopra-penetrator which is how we like to remember him. Raghu? That clown from “Roadies”? A icon of rage? A poseur of the first order, as beautifully shown by Arunabh Kumar in this take-down of “Roadies”, he stands in front of a number of wannabes with his “I know you better than you cause I am awesome” act, wannabes who know they have to tremble in front of him in order to get selected. Truth be told, even Dr. Manmohan Singh is more macho lethal than him. He may have presided over the most corrupt government ever but even he did not act in Tees Mar Khan. He may take orders from the Madam but that is more honorable than acting as as John Abraham’s sidekick in Jhoota Hi Sahi. In an ideal world, Raghu should have walked about wearing adult diapers over his trousers. But then in an ideal world, there would be no Roadies. Given this sorry state of role models, how can I expect the young tykes to know rage? Who can they look up to I wondered? It was then that the answer hit me. My namesake. Arnab Goswami. This time in India, having nothing better to do, I saw, I mean really saw, Arnab Goswami on Times Now. And all I can say, that the Bengal Tiger faces no threat of extinction as long as he is alive. . There he is, sitting in the middle of the screen. The viewing area on the TV is split in four (or even five), each housing one sorry individual unfortunate enough to be a guest, all of them united by a dangerous secret–Arnab is angry at them.Puffing his feathers like a **** ready to fight, he looks to the right and then to the left, rapidly, in a way that would make the Aamir Khan character in Ghajni look positively tranquil. The blabbering talking heads try to say something but Arnab looks at them sternly and opens his third eye. His mouth. As a Bengali I can see the acid rising from his insides, an all too familiar sensation to Bongs called acid-reflux—-except for Arnab it is not caused by food but by outrage and it is not dilute hydrochloric acid that flows up but aqua regia. Gently jumping up and down at one place almost as if he is on an idling Harley Davidson, he intersperses his sentences with “Times Now broke this news exclusively” and ” The nation demands an answer” and ”Let me read you the letter YOUR secretary wrote…” . Sometimes he pauses mid-sentence, some might say at the wrong places, but the reason for that is obvious. He is letting the guests stew in their own sweat, caught as they are in the hell-fire of his persistent questioning. And if they so much as dare to try to get in a word edgewise, he interrupts them with a steamy ” Sir, you are avoiding the question” or “That is besides the point” as he huffs and puffs along like a pressure cooker on the stove for too long. Very rarely is the wind taken out his rather pompous sails. When that happens, it is only because someone says “But Arnab I agree with you” . At this point of time, he suddenly loses his train of thought, looks at the world with the deer-caught-in-headlights my-cleavage-is-a-better-actress-than-me Amisha Patel stare, only to regain his anger a second later with a passionate shake of his head, “You misunderstand sir. I do not agree. No I do not.” Then passing a smile at the camera, a smile that says “Kya karoon oh ladies, main hoon adaat se majboor” he is off again on a roaring romp of rage, the enraged conscience of India. Observing him for hours on end, I realize that no I was wrong. This generation has no excuse for being passive, no excuse for not turning into an army of Hulks. It has Arnab. Blessed it is. http://greatbong.net/2012/02/25/rage-icon-of-the-generation/
Crookbond Posted March 4, 2012 Posted March 4, 2012 Why not make Arnab Goswami Prime Minister? Source : http://www.dnaindia.com/analysis/column_why-not-make-arnab-goswami-prime-minister_1651599 No, I am serious. I donÃÕ watch his debates every day, but whenever I do, I am struck by his absolute and unimpeachable commitment to national interest, his love for the people of India, and his fearless examination of every issue to its last possible TRP. Nobody, not even the BCCI, which denies everything, can deny that Arnab Goswami is the only person in the country to whom every Indian is answerable. Our politicians, at any rate, hold him in higher regard than Parliament. Which is why you will see them in his channelÃÔ studio more than you see them in Parliament. Whether or not they take part in parliamentary debates, they dare not bunk the debates conducted nightly by Arnab Goswami. And no matter how provocative the questions posed to them, they wonÃÕ dream of staging a walk-out from ArnabÃÔ chambers like they do every 13 minutes in the Lok Sabha. Article continues below the advertisement... Besides, India today is a nation full of outrages inflation, malnutrition, scams, rapes, the Indian Test teamÃÔ ridiculous performance Down Under, SRK becoming brand ambassador of a state whose name I canÃÕ spell anymore, a minister watching porn in a country where nobody watches porn the list of outrageous phenomena is endless. And Arnab has mastered the art of being outraged. He is the only person I know who can be more outraged than outrage itself. And that is a talent that our current crop of politicians sorely lack. Nothing fazes them. Poverty? Nothing new. Corruption? Ho-hum. Army atrocities in the north-east? Nothing new. Inflation? Well, let them eat soap. But Arnab? He can extract outrage from a dead cockroach. Ÿho is responsible for the mysterious death of this innocent cockroach, Mr Prime Minister? The nation needs to know. Was the cockroach really a member of the Indian Mujahideen, as is being claimed by intelligence agencies, or was he another loyal follower of my TV show who spontaneously combusted in uncontrollable outrage? Besides, if not Arnab Goswami, who else? Sachin Tendulkar, you say? Well, Sachin is not a bad choice for Prime Minister. His impressive selfishness, his distinguished track record of putting his own interest above that of the collectiveÃÔ, and ability to amass massive personal milestones will gel perfectly with the prevailing ethos among our Parliamentarians. But one thing that may not work is his voice sweet as it may sound to his trillion fans, it will get drowned in the well of the House before he can say ?00? My mother thinks Rahul Gandhi should become PM because he is less ferocious and more handsome than Arnab Goswami. But honestly, looks arenÃÕ everything, are they? After all, who does the PM have to woo? Only foreign investors, not Sunny Leone. And foreign investors hardly go for looks, and neither does Leone, on available evidence. In any case, what are Rahul GandhiÃÔ credentials? His biggest achievement to date is to grow a beard, which, to his credit, he has done with superb skill, foresight and political acumen. His beard is a metaphorical representation of his profound grief at the plight of IndiaÃÔ malnourished millions, the Dalits, the adivasis, and the suicide-committing farmers, all of whom have been waiting for 60 years for the barest essentials of life, like FDI in retail, lower taxes for corporates, and fiscal discipline, which any day are more important than utopian, outdated, commie ideas like food, health and education for all, even for those who canÃÕ pay for it. But the other, much-discussed alternative is also a beard, but one attached to the face of a man named Narendra Modi. This year this month, next week, in fact marks the tenth anniversary of the singular event that propelled Modi to power, and today has him being spoken about by respected industrialists and journalists-turned-party intellectuals as the ideal PM for India. To be sure, Modi would be no more communal than the Congress worthies who kept Rushdie out of the Jaipur Lit Fest and presided over the 1984 Sikh riots. But still, if you are a pseudo-secularist, youÃÅ expect at least appearances to be kept up, and ModiÃÔ track record, combined with his calculated, unrepentant, humourless anti-secularism is I wonÃÕ deny it infinitely scarier than even Arnab Goswami at his scariest. So that leaves only Rajinikanth, who, with his newly acquired six-pack abs that you surely could not have missed in all the Kochadaiyaan posters, is more omnipotent than ever before and can demolish every obstacle in IndiaÃÔ path to superpowerdom with a flick of his little finger or a click in Photoshop, whichever applicable. All said and done, he is the only real contender that Arnab needs to worry about. I would settle the matter by calling both of them to a duel on Juhu beach one Sunday morning. But the duel will be fought using only words and gestures, without bodily contact. Whoever wins will, I am sure, be the best Prime Minister IndiaÃÔ ever had. While Rajini might vaporise Arnab with his laughter, Arnab might pre-empt it by unleashing on Rajini his finger-wagging verbiage of infinite outrage. In which case, Rajini, whose compassionate heart melts at even the tiniest, teeny weenie injustice, would collapse instantly into a heap of sand, and Arnab would emerge the winner. But it would be a close call.
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