A,E,I,O,U Kings 4 U

this is the true story behind the Aussies attacks on Indians

here I refers Narada Ji.....

I switched off the lights of my bed room and got into the bed under the donna. It was raining heavily in Sydney since morning and noise of water over flowing the gutters and falling on the concrete floor below was relentless.

Knock, knock knock, I heard on the door of my house.

I jumped out of the bed wondering who would come to my home at 11pm at night without phoning ahead. It is no time for call centre people either, to sign me up to some new phone scheme. Slightly scared, I peeped through the key hole on the main door. I could not see the face clearly but could see the saffron color lungi on the man knocking on the door. An Indian, perhaps a sadhu, my religious fear overtook me and I quickly opened the door.

Before I could ask who, he was, the sadhu looking man wearing saffron robe and holding a string musical instrument brushed me aside and came inside the house to save himself from the rain.

I am Narada, Lord Narada from the heavens. I have been sent to Australia because many Hindu devotees are ringing temple bells all over India asking Lord Vishnu to save their Indian relatives in Australia from race-riots by Australian against Indians.

Ahh, Narada Ji with his Veena, sakshat darshan, I prostrated in front of him and offered him a seat.

I have come to report on the race riots against Indians going on in Melbourne and Sydney. I have been roaming in both cities, everyone is going around their business happily. Where are the race riots. You must help me find them, Narada Ji goaded me.

I said, Prabhu, there are Indian students fighting for their lives in Sydney and Melbourne hospitals. Sure, you are aware, you would know that.

Oh those, Narada ji took out his lap top, punched some numbers and said, yes, you are right, but they are only two cases among two lakh of my devotees, where are the others and where are the race riots. Your family back home is worried about you and you seem to be merrily getting ready to tuck yourself in bed and snore.

In the morning, I took Narada ji to Australia Student union office.

Oh! Attacks on Indians, the beer belly guy hanging with his girl friend in the union office exclaimed, they are not targeted against Indians, some Indians just to seem to have the habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I could not help but agree with him. Off course, Indians have the habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. We happened to be in the path of Moghul ambitions and were ruled by them. Then we happened to be growing spices and British decided to rule and humiliate us. There is nothing new about it, we Indians do not know how to be safe like all those other white Australians. Australian have never been enslaved, we can learn a few things about safety from them.

Narada Ji was not satisfied by my historical analysis, take me some where else, he commanded. I took Narada ji to a politician in Melbourne.

Oh! Attacks on Indians, off course they have happened. Its because Indians are a soft target, the politician retorted, we are not a racist country.

Now, he must be right. Most Indians have very soft bodies which can be easily stabbed by a knife or bones that can be broken by a blow. It is our fault that we do not have bodies made of steel. Off course a soft target will get battered by an attacker.

Narada ji was still not convinced. He chided me, Don’t be egoistic, just because Hindus pray more to Lord Vishnu, does not mean Lord is impartial to them alone. Lord has made everyone of the same clay, soft and perishable clay, Indians or Australians and everyone else.

I wondered then why are only Indian softies being attacked, why other people who have equally soft bodies are not so prone to being attacked.

I decided to take Narada Ji to Police head quarters thinking, sure these people will know why Indians are being targeted.

The Police commissioner was busy as he had been called by Prime Minister Rudd. Mr. Rudd had just congratulated Indian Prime Minister on his re-election over the phone and first thing he did after that, was to yell out loud, get me the Police commissioner immediately, our hopes of staying our economy afloat may be dashed if this Indian press continues its frenzy of race riots and Indian students decide to go and pay their fees to some other country. Our standard of living is at stake was yelling the trades minister

We could not see the Police commissioner, but his polite secretary arranged for their information officer to see Narada Ji.

Narada Ji told him the purpose of his visit and even named a few suburbs where there have been incidents against Indian students.

The information officer punched a few numbers on his computer. His old dot matrix printer made loud screeching noises and then fell into silence. He bent over and tore off the sheet of paper he had just printed.

There are no crimes against Indians, he said with an air of confidence. See, my computer tells me. The suburbs you have mentioned are some of the safest to live because they have least number of reported crimes.

Narada ji took one more disappointment in the face and gave a blessing to the officer and stood to leave.

The officer impressed by Narada ji’s divinity, came up to the lift to see us off. While we were waiting for the lift, he confided in Narada Ji.

These damn computers, ever since they have been introduced, we are not able to use our anecdotal evidence any more. I have heard from the grapevine and word on the street is that, yes, Indians are being attacked very frequently and regularly. But what can I do, some thing must be wrong with our computer system because for past five years, it has been showing the same statistics.

Can’t you do something to protect the Indians, now that I know that you know that the problem does exist, asked Narada Ji.

My hands are tied, he pleaded with Narada ji with folded hands. Every year, the computer works out how many police men do I need based on last years reported statistics. My police force has to deal with lot more than what the computer is telling us. My staff is already over stretched. Head office will not give me more constables because the computer says there is no crime.

Now, that is easy to fix, I said. We Indians can fix computers, that is what we are best at.

Narada ji took me to Mr. Bhatia’s home, world expert on computers and asked him to look at what is wrong with the Police computer system.

Mr. Bhatia glued to the computer screen for a few hours and then gave his verdict. There is nothing wrong with the Police computer system. You need to get me some specific data and then I can investigate further. Get me a crime that was reported and I will trace it through the computer system and then I will be able to find what is wrong with it.

We left Mr. Bhatia’s home and headed to meet some students.

I have been robbed three times, I have been robbed five times. I have been beaten, my nose has been broken. And it seemed there were more students ready to tell their harrowing tales.

Give me the FIR number of your report and I will ask Bhatia to investigate, Narada ji requested one of the students.

FIR!!!

There was a puzzled look on the face of the students.

We did not report the crime, said every student in a chorus.

We have come here to study and do not want to get involved. If we report they will cancel our Visa. And what will the police do anyway. If I go by my experience of Police in India, they will only harass us further.

I have come here to study and go back. I do not want to get involved with the Police, said a student from Gujrat.

I can beat those ruffians up, but my family has taken a loan to send me here to study, I don’t want to do any thing that will jeopardise my education. Besides, why should we trust this Australian Police, what if they charge me as a criminal and deport me, said a student from Punjab.

The problem is, Indians are not reporting crimes against them.

Narada Ji has packed his bags and gone to his next assignment.

By :kings