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An evening with a politician

Last Saturday, I went to an informal meeting of Karthick Chidambaram, son of India's finance minister P Chidambaram, organised by an enthusiastic follower here in London. It was the second or third occassion I remember going to a political event. He spoke for thirty minutes. The crux of the argument is India's problems would be solved if irrigation is sorted out. Though, he agreed that inter-linking of rivers is not possible given legal and environmental concerns.
Then, he said what every congressmen in Tamil Nadu is dreaming, a non-dravidian party rule in the state. From the question and answer sessions this is what emerged. People are waiting for the death of DMK Chief M Karunanidhi and for the DMK party to be split threeways after that (One with Stalin, the other with Azhalagiri and the rest going towards Vaiko). Thereafter, congress is planning to cobble together an alliance comprising of Left, Vaiko and one of splinter groups of DMK to form a government in Tamil Nadu.
I don't want to say anything, but the evening was great fun at no cost!!!!!


Arun said…
I m no partisan of any political party. But I was there in that evening, One thing really stood out in my head. India would be better if she had people like that instead of Laloos

Dont know whats the motivation for this chap, is it fame, power or money. But pushing those motive study away, I wanna respect every man with a vision to make India better with or without personal ambition.

Dont you think like that?
I read somewhere possibly in rediff, that Kaarthick has political ambitions.
John Samuel said…
Yes Venky. He has quite a lot of political ambitions. He says he ventured into politics since 1996 elections. At present, he is an executive committee member of TN Congress Committee. He is planning to contest the coming assembly elections in TN.

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