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Why this kama sutra di?


The Karnataka assembly was recently witness to some torrid scenes. In a normal turn of events, a torrid scene would play out like this – a trivial argument triggers off a mini-riot and our elected representatives, on whose shoulders rest responsibilities of a different magnitude, resort to pouring out all of their life’s frustrations on each other. At the end of it, instead of a law being passed that could spell some progress, what is left behind is broken furniture, injured egos and slight bruises, not to forget taxpayers money that has just vanished into thin air. In a state grappling with issues pertaining to governance, infrastructure, power and water, to name a few, it seems everything can wait. Everything except carnal desires. Here are some twitter reactions from the world over on the scandal: 


@HughHefner: I’m running for office in Karnataka. Bangalored and Rogered kinda rhyme, don’t they?

@Tihar_Raja: They’ve again rejected my bail application. No idea why. 

@SilvioBerlusconi: I’m floating a new party in Karnataka. It’s called Bunga Bunga. 

@Vijay Mallya: all MLAs will get a complimentary copy of the KF calendar. 

@CharlieSheen: Fuck, maybe I’m stuck in the wrong job. 

@ViratKohli: I get fined for showing the finger. Fuckers. 

@ParmahamsaNityanada: Unless we reach the level of being we'll not be able to experience what is really life. By not entering in to the space of 2G we miss the ecstasy of being. 

@poonampandey: this is soooo coool... i'm proud of our elected representatives. 

@sunnyleone: it's soo unfair... why don't they screen my movies? 

@BillClinton: Monica, my darling!

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