Getting on the wrong side of history – a rant

Prabhakaran meets the maker

19th May 09. I landed in Chennai for my cousin’s wedding the day Prabhakaran was killed. His stocky frame clothed in camouflage lay on the ground, his eyes bulged straight out as if daring the one above. It might even have looked serene if the top of his head was not conspicuously missing. It would be two days before any official acknowledgment of his death appeared in Indian media. Tamil Nadu was quietly engrossed in the political drama unfolding in Delhi, brought about by DMK chief Karunanidhi. Having won a decisive mandate, he seemed insistent on milking Congress for a cabinet berth to all but his pet dog’s new litter.

25th May 09. The special session convened by the United Nations Human Rights Council saw two resolutions: