They call themselves Putin’s Army. Teenage girls, teetering on high heels, their pink t-shirts emblazoned with the image of their hero – Vladimir Putin. They are passionately appealing to young, smart and beautiful Russian girls to tear their shirts off to show their support for their beloved leader. I’ve lost my mind for a person who has changed the life of our country.... I happen to agree with the lost my mind part. The girl who does the best job of ripping off her top, gets to walk off with a free iPad. So if not for Putin then there’s always the iPad for sweet consolation! And if a boy in China can sell off his kidney for an iPad 2, what’s a measly shirt?
Since there is no shortage of gorgeous women in Russia with most of them blond, another group called “I really like Putin” held a carwash only for Russian made vehicles. Hugh Hefner should take some tips from Russian chicks!
After reading about the passion with which Russian women are expressing their love for their leader, extolling fellow citizens to support their PM as President, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed of myself. Even as I write this post my head is hung in shame. Look at me, constantly taking pot-shots at our great leaders. Statesmen who toil night and day to make life liveable for us? They fight corruption, tackle terrorism, tell us when to start drinking, how to dance decently and spout a lot of nonsense thus making us laugh. Our honourable Minister of Health even went to the extent of giving us helpful tips to prevent procreation. Watch late night TV and say goodbye to babies. And what do we do – call them buffoons, lame ducks and compose jokes in their honour. Shame on us!
Did you not see the pain in Manmohan’s eyes as he called the media the accuser, the prosecutor and the judge? It was painful listening to him. The tears that flowed down his beard as he promised to bring the perpetrators of the Mumbai terror attacks to book? Year after year he gives the same speech with the same passion and sincerity.
But MMS needs to tweak his image a bit. He could start with a snazzy new name like Muffin. Like Putin he can go fishing bare-chested and have all the national dailies splash his photograph in the front pages. But wait! Before he proceeds to go topless, he will need to build an enviable body and get his chest waxed! Sir how about tweeting to Sallu Bhai and asking for tips? Or perhaps he can build upon his macho image and go hunting for the lone tiger at Sariska? We can ask the forest officials to drug the poor animal so that our valiant PM can pose with his foot perched on its lifeless tail! What a smashing picture he will cut and soon all young and old, fat and thin, slim and dark femmes will be swooning over him.
Yes sir, we’re ready to lose our mind over a person who has changed the life of our country. He is an obedient politician and a fabulous man – please will you now take that shirt off?