The farmer in the remotest corner of India may not know what ISRO or BEL or ISI are, but he surely would know what on earth Infosys and Wipro are. But there are certain IT companies in Bangalore which silently does quality work without much pomp and pageantry and undoubtedly Sasken belongs to such category. At certain times, there are certain elements inside the company who're not too happy about the low profile maintained by the company, in either good bad or ugly ways, they would want to make the company 'known' to the aforesaid farmer in the remotest land. A spark of misfortune was kindled by few bad elements which now has set the entire company into an inextinguishable fire.
When I said hello to my parents on skype this Monday morning, like I do every day, the very first question my mother asked, "Do you know what happened in Sasken? Members of Rakshana Vedike are ransacking the office and we're watching the report on TV9 constantly." It not just puzzled me, but hurt me too. By this time if you would have guessed that I'm a Sasian and am not in Bangalore, you're not wrong at all. Despite couple of call drops, my mother revealed more information from the TV report and she was mediating between the TV and the computer to deliver me the news.
A Canadian loser by name Lee (no clue about his prefixes or postfixes), had parodied the state anthem of Karnataka, calling Kannadigas "little white poodles". Scroll down for the entire transcript of the poem. Now that Sasken has agreed to take action on him, I'm not sure how the company is gonna deal with the insulted Kannadigas. What stupefied me more than a Canadian bastard composing such song, is the fact that he made the employees sing it in Nazi style with hands on their chests!!! Instead of pondering over the fact whether it was sang by Kannadigas or non-Kannadigas, I was wondering how on earth could we commit such an act of cowardice. Don't we have self-respect? Don't we have balls to say NO to such things? I feel the bigger crime is committed by the singers than the composer. And the fact that it happened in my company hurts a tad more. I presume without any doubt that all the involved would be dismissed by the company, but am not sure if anything else would be done to them at all? Would the Canadian be prosecuted or deported? Would the singers be blacklisted? Would they apologize? I have no answers to these questions. But in case, any of those singers are reading this article, my advices to you are:
- Quit having regional thoughts and think of India as ONE
- We're too diverse to be united, but give it a try atleast
- Just the way you're kind to your parents, be kind to the state or country you're in
- Have self-respect
- Don't get enslaved by a foreigner like this in future
- Behave!!!
And in the above paragraph, I've not tried to justify or support the ransacking by KRV but it's just an attempt to make my non-Indian friends comprehend as to why such things happen in India. It was really difficult for one of my Mexican colleague to really digest this news, for he told me that they wouldn't have done any demonstrations had someone ridiculed their national anthem, which doesn't mean that they don't respect it. A more peaceful demonstration would have been warm and welcoming than ransacking and destruction.
Here is the complete transcript of the poem.
Soldier of Karnataka
I have often told you stories
About the way I lived the life of an immigrant
Waiting for the day
When I"d speak of noodles
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come stay with me in K…k…k… arnataka
And I would surely stay
But I feel I"m growing older
And the noodle songs I"ve sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound Of a patriotic Karnatakan
I guess I"ll always be
A soldier of Karnataka
Many times I"ve been a traveler
Enjoying speaking of noodles
In days of old
When noodles were cold
I wanted to come home
But being here in my home
Had to always remember
This is the land of noodles
And little white poodles
Now I feel I"m growing older
And the flags of the yellow and red
Wave in the distance
Like the sound Of a patriotic Karnatakan
I guess I"ll always be
A soldier of Karnataka
Yes, I can hear the sound Of a loudmouth Karnatakan
I guess I"ll always be
A soldier of Karnataka
I have often told you stories
About the way I lived the life of an immigrant
Waiting for the day
When I"d speak of noodles
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come stay with me in K…k…k… arnataka
And I would surely stay
But I feel I"m growing older
And the noodle songs I"ve sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound Of a patriotic Karnatakan
I guess I"ll always be
A soldier of Karnataka
Many times I"ve been a traveler
Enjoying speaking of noodles
In days of old
When noodles were cold
I wanted to come home
But being here in my home
Had to always remember
This is the land of noodles
And little white poodles
Now I feel I"m growing older
And the flags of the yellow and red
Wave in the distance
Like the sound Of a patriotic Karnatakan
I guess I"ll always be
A soldier of Karnataka
Yes, I can hear the sound Of a loudmouth Karnatakan
I guess I"ll always be
A soldier of Karnataka
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