I just watched: Prinyanka Chopra Ji's interview on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. YouTube. I don't know. And, an interview with an Indian Telly journalist -- It says: soon after receiving -- the Government of India honoured her with the Padma Shri, the fourth highest civilian award --
I'm forty-four-years old. I don't know anything about this award. It says -- fourth. How many? This-one-is-the-fourth-one? How do they decide this? Why not the fifth one -- if there is any? And, why not the third one -- it's there -- right? What's the prerequisites? Based on what criteria? Who does this work? Who okays it? Does this lady-journalist study this in her journalism course? She didn't ask Priyanka Ji -- anything about -- you know -- there're awards of bad, irresponsible journalism -- she ain't -- I usually say -- serves you right -- you don't even have the basic courtesy to ask your interview to pull a chair -- who's pulling your strings -- or were you a Desperado fan -- fine-tuning electric or otherwise guitar strings? Why didn't you ask her this question -- Woman. Are they safe? You keyed-in an article. I'm a journalist. I share, mirror and respect your sentiments. It doesn't sound like those Agony Auntish-ish -- You'd do this to quick-fix your pimples! Cooking eh? Okay. you're an Indian. I'm an Indian, too. Mediocrity is in our DNA. What's DNA -- you know? Forensics? Clues Team? This girl was brutally murdered -- Her name was:
Pallavi Purkayastha. Priyanka Ji -- wrote about it. In a mainstream-ish -- serious-minded people read it. Maybe you work for some Paparazi-ish -- dunno -- Internet--your Org-you-work-for or work-with pays for it -- right -- Do some home work -- Go to her place -- this girls' place. Talk to her family. Go to her burial place too.
And, while you're clearing your surfing history -- quickly 'google up' Priyaka Chopra -- and, don't let your fellow-male-journalists to shoulder-surf i.e. gawk -- oogle and all those synonyms -- check merriam websters -- these Americans aren't like those -- pseudo-intellectual: The Late Show with Stephen Colbert -- who's more inquisitive of her Vowels. American Webster People never ridicule you for mispronouncing anything. Miss Bill Gates never riducules us for being technologically-challenged that's why when someone like Mister Bill Gates goes to Harvard -- They gave him Standing Ovation. Harvard represents: America. Freedom. In a nutshell, particularly in this context: Security for women. Wasn't Priyanka Chopra Ji anxiously voicing this -- does this apply to you -- or your kiddo sibling eh? Padma Shri is an Standing Ovation. Indian. One Billion Plus. Just like Gandhi Ji. You know: A formal rendition of the national anthem takes fifty-two seconds. You made her stand for that bizarre interview for...do some Vedic maths, okay? By the way, Mister Bill Clinton was here. He met Shri Chandra Babu Naidu. I didn't have to look up the correct spelling of their names. They're our father-figures. They're there to keep our women and kids and elderly and young adults et cetra -- safe: From Indian predatars like the killers of Pallavi Purkayastha -- and, Media Vultures like you who exploit the inherent -- innate -- schadenfreude -- a business that thrives on Schadenfreude: Your type of Papparazish journalism. Or, The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. Watch Mister Larry King, for a change. Vested interests. You know you and that Stephen Colbert -- Dr. Wayne W. Dyner wrote a book for us -- He called you Victimizers. And, us Victims. The name of the book is: Pulling Your Own Strings. That's an American. He isn't there. Buried. But he saved zillions of gullible -- vulnerable girls from people like you otherwise they'd have been buried next to Pallavi Purkayastha last resting place. And, also bury outside -- really not next to it -- outside of the cementary and all -- your paper-chasing moral fiasco -- The very essence of -- The spirit of -- fifty-two seconds: Standing Ovations. Why? What for? Red Fort or Harvard. That cementary is a holy place. Aren't all cementaries are. Hmm. Keep away. Evil souls from our women and forts.
I'm forty-four-years old. I don't know anything about this award. It says -- fourth. How many? This-one-is-the-fourth-one? How do they decide this? Why not the fifth one -- if there is any? And, why not the third one -- it's there -- right? What's the prerequisites? Based on what criteria? Who does this work? Who okays it? Does this lady-journalist study this in her journalism course? She didn't ask Priyanka Ji -- anything about -- you know -- there're awards of bad, irresponsible journalism -- she ain't -- I usually say -- serves you right -- you don't even have the basic courtesy to ask your interview to pull a chair -- who's pulling your strings -- or were you a Desperado fan -- fine-tuning electric or otherwise guitar strings? Why didn't you ask her this question -- Woman. Are they safe? You keyed-in an article. I'm a journalist. I share, mirror and respect your sentiments. It doesn't sound like those Agony Auntish-ish -- You'd do this to quick-fix your pimples! Cooking eh? Okay. you're an Indian. I'm an Indian, too. Mediocrity is in our DNA. What's DNA -- you know? Forensics? Clues Team? This girl was brutally murdered -- Her name was:
Pallavi Purkayastha. Priyanka Ji -- wrote about it. In a mainstream-ish -- serious-minded people read it. Maybe you work for some Paparazi-ish -- dunno -- Internet--your Org-you-work-for or work-with pays for it -- right -- Do some home work -- Go to her place -- this girls' place. Talk to her family. Go to her burial place too.
And, while you're clearing your surfing history -- quickly 'google up' Priyaka Chopra -- and, don't let your fellow-male-journalists to shoulder-surf i.e. gawk -- oogle and all those synonyms -- check merriam websters -- these Americans aren't like those -- pseudo-intellectual: The Late Show with Stephen Colbert -- who's more inquisitive of her Vowels. American Webster People never ridicule you for mispronouncing anything. Miss Bill Gates never riducules us for being technologically-challenged that's why when someone like Mister Bill Gates goes to Harvard -- They gave him Standing Ovation. Harvard represents: America. Freedom. In a nutshell, particularly in this context: Security for women. Wasn't Priyanka Chopra Ji anxiously voicing this -- does this apply to you -- or your kiddo sibling eh? Padma Shri is an Standing Ovation. Indian. One Billion Plus. Just like Gandhi Ji. You know: A formal rendition of the national anthem takes fifty-two seconds. You made her stand for that bizarre interview for...do some Vedic maths, okay? By the way, Mister Bill Clinton was here. He met Shri Chandra Babu Naidu. I didn't have to look up the correct spelling of their names. They're our father-figures. They're there to keep our women and kids and elderly and young adults et cetra -- safe: From Indian predatars like the killers of Pallavi Purkayastha -- and, Media Vultures like you who exploit the inherent -- innate -- schadenfreude -- a business that thrives on Schadenfreude: Your type of Papparazish journalism. Or, The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. Watch Mister Larry King, for a change. Vested interests. You know you and that Stephen Colbert -- Dr. Wayne W. Dyner wrote a book for us -- He called you Victimizers. And, us Victims. The name of the book is: Pulling Your Own Strings. That's an American. He isn't there. Buried. But he saved zillions of gullible -- vulnerable girls from people like you otherwise they'd have been buried next to Pallavi Purkayastha last resting place. And, also bury outside -- really not next to it -- outside of the cementary and all -- your paper-chasing moral fiasco -- The very essence of -- The spirit of -- fifty-two seconds: Standing Ovations. Why? What for? Red Fort or Harvard. That cementary is a holy place. Aren't all cementaries are. Hmm. Keep away. Evil souls from our women and forts.
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