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Dineshan Writes: The cinema business of politics



Dear esteemed editor of #tv69,

I am very disappointed in your lack of coverage about the latest development in politico-cine scenario in the south of the Vindhyas. It was an extremely shameful moment for me when my wife, who watches nothing but serials in the afternoons and cinema news in the evening, told me about Rajinikanth joining the politics.

You see, I am not a big fan of Rajinikanth. His eccentricity doesn’t sit well with me. Especially since my wife made me quit cigarettes 30 years ago, but still watches Rajinikanth light up his cigarettes in “style” with her mouth wide open.

I like Kamal Hassan. Nice fellow, very handsome and clean shaven like me. But even he is also planning to join politics it seems. Very disheartening.

On further research with the assistance of Google, I came to know that even Pawan Kalyan, and Upendra are also entering politics!
These days all actors seem to want to do everything but acting. It reminded me of my grand uncle, one Mr. Swaminathan, B.A, L.L.B, M.B.B.S., where one of his dead patient’s family put a case on him in court stating gross negligence on his part. This clever fellow decided to fight the case himself and lost royally, and spent nice time in jail.

Just because that part time actor Trump became the President of the United States of America, these people have also begun to believe that they can also do the same. I think this is all because we have a bad habit of remaking everything from the west. Remake their movies. Remake their style. Remake their songs. Now remake their politics.

With that note, wishing a wider expansion of your esteemed news network,

Your well-wisher,

Dineshan

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