I have been nagged by this for too long,
just a bit too long. This year seems to be an unending year of over the top rhetoric,
rhetoric which has snowballed into mass euphoria, who's drugged the world? Or
as I always ask, am I too much of the “status-Quoist” (I picked
this term from a pungently rhetorical TV debate)? Minutes within reading the we are 99%, I knew I am in a wrong wrong place,
or as I always ask, am I too much of a wrong wrong one?
It starts closer home. I have had so much
for the incredible revolution of the Modern Bharat. The summer was still moving
in and the spring of the west Asia continued to remain romantic, amidst the
sluggish governance and the inflationary graft, et alia the country osculated
another freedom struggle. And I was Like...WHAT
Freedom, boy, Freedom, you won’t
understand“d”, sixty years, 15 presumably fair elections later, we are in for
freedom struggle. You are young you won’t understand. Hei, you read too much,
you won’t understand. Now I tell you kiddo, the issue is about how the country
has lived for the last 65 years. Yaar, Why do you drop history into a youth
moment. So I never understood the Freedom struggle part, and somehow sat back
with naivety. I was the 1% then, the lonely 1%.
Well it’s still hospitable, I thought. The
laws I understand are still understood. Oh the broken mirrors, the burning
stores, now now now, that’s not for real. For all their apparent crazy
weaknesses they are a decent law following bunch. What? They looted their neighbour
because he had a bank balance, the other was beaten for his employment. The bottle of Champaign did have a lot of
fuzz. Now, I was not the 1%, but do you have to be the 1% around this madness,
goodness a game of cricket was played and a few donkeys were sited. And while
everyone decried the hooligans, the hooligans were in for fun and a BBC
interview. And the eccentrics called themselves esoteric!
And in my snake and ladder game as I travel
from 1 to 99, I dare not speak of the Greek tragedy, or the Austrian
romanticism, but I would gladly spank the obdurate Germans. So, I moved on and
witnessed an election next door, vote him, vote her, vote him-not, vote
her-not, oh no, not me there, why do you ask me to be there, you are a crook, a
perennial mala fide , you offend me. Look “I won”. Hang on, where were you? “You
never understand do you?, Here I am.”
Just when I thought I have resolved all, and
thought I am anyway with the 99 I realised I was chucked, the Norris said “Some of the most miserable people I know are some of the richest
people in America, they are the most miserable individuals I've ever seen.” So we go occupying, gheraoing,
and honking(check the link) and we go doing so against a centennial sin,
we decry democracy, we call for a
revolution, revolution to occupy, occupy what? Oh, the occupation is symbolic,
the protest symbolic, the honking symbolic, Abei
ye bataa “for real” kyaa h?
Ok, then he is beaten, right beaten well.
Well, the anarchist sees the anarchy hurting back. Where’s the right to
expression. So he was beaten for calling a referendum, not exactly he called
for a call to referendum. Well the assaulters could have considered his love
for referendum, and should have told a higher percentage than those who agreed
to him at Chandni-Chawk would disagree to him this time. I did place the
suggestion, but I refuted, would an anarchist understand any language but anarchy.
And the groaning from the kicks and undoubtedly manly hands had yet not faded,
that a Bhatt immersed from the prison and started a season a new rhetoric, he
called a sadbhawna prone CM a
criminal and in the typical honesty of the charlatan pleader, he promises
justice. Justice In this age makes quite a din before being delivered.
“Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits. ”
“President Bush DID have a sure fire plan to end the
war in Iraq, However Chuck Norris was busy that day.” “Chuck Norris' tears cure
cancer. Too bad he has never cried.” Come on stop this, Where’s the sobriety.
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